RP Log :: Momo, Arai
Where: Momo's dorm
When: After his and Kaidoh's encounter
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Momo seeks Arai for consolidation after Momo's unexpected run in with Kaidoh.
Well there went my plans for the day…
Momoshiro sat silently in his chair and stared blankly at his computer screen where he’d given Arai the approval to come over. He wasn’t much the type to open up to someone about his problems, at least not willingly right of the bat; he fancied loud music and a good punching bag as a more feasible solution. Perhaps even a long drive in his husky 4x4, if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was currently in the body shop.
Drowning someone else in his own dismay wasn’t his style. As a result, he was glad that Arai had initiated bringing over his bass. What a great idea. He could certainly use the distraction of a good friend and some fresh tunes.
Arai clutched the handle of his battered bass case tighter as he made his way down the hallway to Momoshiro's room. The worry that ate at his mind proved that even a stubborn, selfish soul like Masashi Arai could drop everything to comfort a friend. But sometimes he wondered if it was worth dragging such a bulky annoyance up the narrow staircase. He sighed. Of course the answer was always 'yes'.
Panting heavily, he finally reached his best friend’s door and dropped the case with a loud *thunk*. 'The things I do for that bastard.' Too tired to raise his hands, Masashi rudely kicked the door and yelled "Let me in ya bastard!"
Scratching out some experimental beats on his turntables, one headphone clamped over his ear, Momo heard the banging on the door and reached to turn off the deck. He removed his headphones and placed them casually aside. It wasn’t long before he was unlatching his door and opening it up, peering out at his colleague.
“Hey~” Momo directed to Arai as he tried to offer a thankful smile.
Stepping off to the side, he made some room for Arai to come in and slowly closed the door once he was finally inside.
“I’ll bring my guitar and amp out here in the living room. I haven’t seen my roommate all day so, it should be fine if we play out here.”
With that, Momo excused himself for a moment while he went back into his room to gather his gear.
"Hmmp! Whatever." Arai drawled as he lazily kicked the case into the living area. Luckily Momo was in the other room because he was not in the mood to get another lecture on 'taking care of his bass..blah, blah, BLAH'. As long as the damn bass was okay, it didn't really matter what the hell he did with the case!
"Hurry up dude! I'm gonna drink all the damn beer if you keep dawdling around in there!" He yelled before popping open a beer and taking a giant gulp. Mmm..tasty.
Momo never followed Arai’s demands, and he wasn’t about to start now. With his guitar strapped along his back, Momo wheeled his amp over to where Arai had positioned himself in the living room, and took a seat adjacent to him. Moving the guitar in front of him now, he reached down to the amp and plugged his guitar cord into the appropriate insert.
Looking up from his guitar, he noticed that Arai had cracked open a fresh beer and was taking a good swig of it.
“Is that from my stash?” Momo inquired.
"Hell if I know." Masashi shrugged and flipped open the locks of his beat up case. "Could be your roomie's for all I care. It was there and I was thirsty." With a quick flick of the wrist, a black bass came into view, its polished surface reflecting the time light from above.
"Hey, do ya still have my amp stashed here? Otherwise I gotta run back downstairs to get it."
“Oh.” Momo replied. He wasn’t really in the mood for drinking right now. “Uh yah. I have the spare in my room. I’ll go get it.” Placing his guitar down on his seat lightly, Momo stood up again and made his way back to his room to retrieve the extra amp for Arai’s bass.
Wheeling the amp into the living room, he set it next to Arai and returned to his prior spot. Taking the guitar into his possession once again, he began to strum the tight strings on his instrument and tuning each string by twisting the knob at the top.
"So are ya gonna tell me what's going on?" Arai asked casually as he quickly hooked up his bass and started thrumming random notes. "And don't give me that 'I'm fine!' bullshit because you know I can see right through it.
He was determined to find out what was bothering his friend, even if it took all night and several cases of beer. It was…disturbing to see his normally cheerful and strong-minded friend so sad. He could only remember one person that was able to bring out those kinds of feelings. But he couldn't be here…could he?
Momo tried to appear deeply distracted by the tuning of his strings. Twisting the knob he was currently working at, he pretended to not hear Arai’s request and didn’t react in the least bit. He knew this wasn’t going to stop the other from further interrogating him, but at that moment, he wasn’t ready to spill the news; or anything of the sort.
"Che. I know you can hear me, and I KNOW you heard my question. If you don't I'm going to come up with my OWN conclusions." So he was right… "So it IS him. Why didn't you fucking TELL me he was here?! Do you not trust me at all?" Arai was angry. No, that wasn't right…he was down right fucking FURIOUS, but at the same time he was saddened. He thought that the two of them shared everything?
"I guess not."
“What the hell are you talking about!” Momo shot out at Arai. He wasn’t enjoying the fact that Arai was nagging at him, but at the same time, he knew he needed someone to consolidate with. Over the recent years, he’d turned to Arai for these matters. Even if the other didn’t always have something useful to say, he’d always be there to hear Momo out. With the current situation, however, Momo wasn’t sure there was anything more he could tell Arai about him and Kaidoh. He felt as if he’d just be repeating the same facts over and over again. And perhaps for Arai’s sake, he should spare him the broken record. It was old news.
The irritated expression that had suddenly formed over Momo’s face during his reply began to fade and the mellow façade brushed over once again. He knew he was out of line to snap at Arai like that; frustration isn’t something that should be turned onto others who are only trying to help.
“…. Sorry.”
"You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about…WHO I'm talking about!" Arai shouted back stubbornly. "It's the same shit over and over but it never seems to end!" He carefully set his guitar back in the case, fearing that it will end up smashed against the wall in his fury.
"Tell me Momo, what did he do this time? How long did it take him to smash your heart into a million pieces? A week? A month?" Trembling hands threaded savagely through long brown hair as dark eyes looked into Momo's searchingly. "I never understood what you saw in him, what you see in him now. Do you ever wonder that maybe you two aren't meant to be?"
His fingers clutched tightly against the pick in his right hand as Arai spoke of Momo’s once absolute devastation after he and Kaidoh had called it quits 3 years prior. More painful memories started to spill back into his brain as the other continued with his raged speech. Slipping his pick in between the closest strings, Momo leaned forward and placed both elbows on his knees and dropped his head down. His frustrated fingers combed halfway through his spiked black hair.
Che!" Arai sneered at Momo's response. "Still pining away aren't 'cha? Why don't you just DO something about it instead of moping around like some girl?" He finished his beer in one last guzzle and slammed it on the table.
He couldn't understand why he was so angry. Sure he was angry all the time, but something about this particular situation ate at his patience like a termite.
“…. You know what.” Momo began to say, as he retracted his fingers away from his hair, and now placing them onto his guitar strap, pulling it slowly over his head. As he placed his guitar off to the side, leaning it against the chair he was sitting in, Momo rose slowly from his position and looked Arai directly in the face.
“I don’t think I can play tonight.” He concluded as he turned away, figuring he’d just go back into his room and leave Arai to his own devices.
"No don't!" Masashi shouted and clumsily clambered to his feet to grab onto Momo's wrist. "I'm sorry…don't go." Yeah, he was acting pathetic, but if it meant not losing his best friend over some idiotic argument than it was worth it. "We can talk this over and work it out, right?"
Momo allowed himself to be stopped; half the reason being, he was too devastated to fight back and the other half, because he knew he really needed to confide with someone.
“…It’s ok.” Momo replied. He continued to stand there, frozen in place and taking in one big breath before backtracking to his seat.
“Yah. You’re right. It’s him…….. I bumped into him in the hallway this afternoon.”
Arai allowed Momo to return to his seat before sitting beside him awkwardly. He really wasn't much of a comfort type but this was his best friend they were talking about and Momo always seemed to be the exception to the rules.
"Is that so? What happened then?" He tried to keep his voice low and soothing to ensure maximum information drain. Having the whole story was important if there was any ass kicking to be had.
Leaning himself forward once again, he rested his arms atop his legs and tangled his fingers together in front of him. Momo took a moment to recall the incident, as if he really needed to; he was really just biding his time and perhaps, trying to choose his words wisely.
“… it was almost like old times, but… not. Because I wouldn’t have it. When he shoved me, I backed down… telling him not to touch me.” Momo began to say, taking breaths in between as to keep his fury in check in case a certain word might trigger him. “It might not have been so bad… if he hadn’t---“ The recollection on the next memory made him clutch his hands tightly together. “--- collapsed on the floor suddenly like a fuckin’ drama queen---“ Noticing his fury had sneaked back up on him, he took a deep breath and then continued on. “… so I couldn’t just… leave him there. Picked him up and, hauled him down five flights of stairs to the nurse.” He paused again, allowing his heart to calm itself down, before speaking again. “The nurse wouldn’t let me leave after that. She made me stay. And… after he woke up. I just left.”
He listened very closely to Momo's explanation and took in every expression and change in tone to gage his reaction. It seemed in this situation that it was best for Arai to just nod and encourage his friend to continue talking.
"And how did that make you feel?"
Arai’s words marinated in Momo’s head and repeated over and over again as Momo tried to search for an answer to convey to his best friend. He’d been trying to figure out that answer all afternoon.
“I…” He began to say. Confusion. Uncertainty. Devastation. All these feelings he couldn’t shake off and they weren’t helping in the least bit in this situation. “… like. I wish he never reappeared back in my life.” He wasn’t handling it very well. The two had broke away on such bad terms and for reasons that Momo was still unsure were the real reasons, or just Kaidoh’s cover up for the truth. Regardless, Momo still had feelings for Kaidoh back then. Since that day, he’d been trying so desperately to forget them. After a recent Summer fling with a girl named An, he finally started to feel like he could be with someone else again. Now he was back. Sometimes, some memories and feelings aren’t that easy to forget and move on from. Momo has been trying his best to think otherwise. And at this moment, for his own sake, he wished they’d leave him alone.
"Sometimes you can't get what you wish for." Arai sighed and curled up against his friend, slowly petting Momo's head gently. "But you don't have to be a slave to your emotions. Even if you DO still have feelings for him, it shouldn't dictate your life. If it does, then maybe that is a love you should reconsider."
Arai’s words spoke deeply to Momo, but the fact of that matter still stood strong. The one factor, the reasoning, the downfall that which Momo couldn’t get around.
“… You know why I can’t. Til that somehow changes… without me having to change myself. There’s nothing I can do. And… that’s why I can’t. Bear… this. Not after seeing him again. I can’t… bring myself to figuring out… how I’m going to deal with this. Not when he’s living on the other side of this damn hallway. ”
"There are ways to change that certain something but it wouldn't suit you at all. If he truly loved you than it shouldn't matter who you are or what you are. If ya ask me he's just being a pussy about it." Arai tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice but failed miserably.
"You can figure it out after you finish more important things, like school and showing me this damn song you've been chirping about all week."
A smirk appeared suddenly across Momo’s face as Arai made his remarks. It was an unexpected, but Momo felt good about it. Arai really was a good friend when the time called for it. For that short moment, Momo almost felt as if he’d forgotten his worries. Not completely ignorant, but Momo wasn’t in any position to be picky about the level of ease he felt for that short moment.
“Right~ The song.” Momo took the opportunity to change the subject and hopefully his melodramatic façade. Dropping his hand off to the side, he reached next to his chair and retrieved his guitar. “I rather not let this day go completely to waste.”
When: After his and Kaidoh's encounter
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Momo seeks Arai for consolidation after Momo's unexpected run in with Kaidoh.
Well there went my plans for the day…
Momoshiro sat silently in his chair and stared blankly at his computer screen where he’d given Arai the approval to come over. He wasn’t much the type to open up to someone about his problems, at least not willingly right of the bat; he fancied loud music and a good punching bag as a more feasible solution. Perhaps even a long drive in his husky 4x4, if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was currently in the body shop.
Drowning someone else in his own dismay wasn’t his style. As a result, he was glad that Arai had initiated bringing over his bass. What a great idea. He could certainly use the distraction of a good friend and some fresh tunes.
Arai clutched the handle of his battered bass case tighter as he made his way down the hallway to Momoshiro's room. The worry that ate at his mind proved that even a stubborn, selfish soul like Masashi Arai could drop everything to comfort a friend. But sometimes he wondered if it was worth dragging such a bulky annoyance up the narrow staircase. He sighed. Of course the answer was always 'yes'.
Panting heavily, he finally reached his best friend’s door and dropped the case with a loud *thunk*. 'The things I do for that bastard.' Too tired to raise his hands, Masashi rudely kicked the door and yelled "Let me in ya bastard!"
Scratching out some experimental beats on his turntables, one headphone clamped over his ear, Momo heard the banging on the door and reached to turn off the deck. He removed his headphones and placed them casually aside. It wasn’t long before he was unlatching his door and opening it up, peering out at his colleague.
“Hey~” Momo directed to Arai as he tried to offer a thankful smile.
Stepping off to the side, he made some room for Arai to come in and slowly closed the door once he was finally inside.
“I’ll bring my guitar and amp out here in the living room. I haven’t seen my roommate all day so, it should be fine if we play out here.”
With that, Momo excused himself for a moment while he went back into his room to gather his gear.
"Hmmp! Whatever." Arai drawled as he lazily kicked the case into the living area. Luckily Momo was in the other room because he was not in the mood to get another lecture on 'taking care of his bass..blah, blah, BLAH'. As long as the damn bass was okay, it didn't really matter what the hell he did with the case!
"Hurry up dude! I'm gonna drink all the damn beer if you keep dawdling around in there!" He yelled before popping open a beer and taking a giant gulp. Mmm..tasty.
Momo never followed Arai’s demands, and he wasn’t about to start now. With his guitar strapped along his back, Momo wheeled his amp over to where Arai had positioned himself in the living room, and took a seat adjacent to him. Moving the guitar in front of him now, he reached down to the amp and plugged his guitar cord into the appropriate insert.
Looking up from his guitar, he noticed that Arai had cracked open a fresh beer and was taking a good swig of it.
“Is that from my stash?” Momo inquired.
"Hell if I know." Masashi shrugged and flipped open the locks of his beat up case. "Could be your roomie's for all I care. It was there and I was thirsty." With a quick flick of the wrist, a black bass came into view, its polished surface reflecting the time light from above.
"Hey, do ya still have my amp stashed here? Otherwise I gotta run back downstairs to get it."
“Oh.” Momo replied. He wasn’t really in the mood for drinking right now. “Uh yah. I have the spare in my room. I’ll go get it.” Placing his guitar down on his seat lightly, Momo stood up again and made his way back to his room to retrieve the extra amp for Arai’s bass.
Wheeling the amp into the living room, he set it next to Arai and returned to his prior spot. Taking the guitar into his possession once again, he began to strum the tight strings on his instrument and tuning each string by twisting the knob at the top.
"So are ya gonna tell me what's going on?" Arai asked casually as he quickly hooked up his bass and started thrumming random notes. "And don't give me that 'I'm fine!' bullshit because you know I can see right through it.
He was determined to find out what was bothering his friend, even if it took all night and several cases of beer. It was…disturbing to see his normally cheerful and strong-minded friend so sad. He could only remember one person that was able to bring out those kinds of feelings. But he couldn't be here…could he?
Momo tried to appear deeply distracted by the tuning of his strings. Twisting the knob he was currently working at, he pretended to not hear Arai’s request and didn’t react in the least bit. He knew this wasn’t going to stop the other from further interrogating him, but at that moment, he wasn’t ready to spill the news; or anything of the sort.
"Che. I know you can hear me, and I KNOW you heard my question. If you don't I'm going to come up with my OWN conclusions." So he was right… "So it IS him. Why didn't you fucking TELL me he was here?! Do you not trust me at all?" Arai was angry. No, that wasn't right…he was down right fucking FURIOUS, but at the same time he was saddened. He thought that the two of them shared everything?
"I guess not."
“What the hell are you talking about!” Momo shot out at Arai. He wasn’t enjoying the fact that Arai was nagging at him, but at the same time, he knew he needed someone to consolidate with. Over the recent years, he’d turned to Arai for these matters. Even if the other didn’t always have something useful to say, he’d always be there to hear Momo out. With the current situation, however, Momo wasn’t sure there was anything more he could tell Arai about him and Kaidoh. He felt as if he’d just be repeating the same facts over and over again. And perhaps for Arai’s sake, he should spare him the broken record. It was old news.
The irritated expression that had suddenly formed over Momo’s face during his reply began to fade and the mellow façade brushed over once again. He knew he was out of line to snap at Arai like that; frustration isn’t something that should be turned onto others who are only trying to help.
“…. Sorry.”
"You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about…WHO I'm talking about!" Arai shouted back stubbornly. "It's the same shit over and over but it never seems to end!" He carefully set his guitar back in the case, fearing that it will end up smashed against the wall in his fury.
"Tell me Momo, what did he do this time? How long did it take him to smash your heart into a million pieces? A week? A month?" Trembling hands threaded savagely through long brown hair as dark eyes looked into Momo's searchingly. "I never understood what you saw in him, what you see in him now. Do you ever wonder that maybe you two aren't meant to be?"
His fingers clutched tightly against the pick in his right hand as Arai spoke of Momo’s once absolute devastation after he and Kaidoh had called it quits 3 years prior. More painful memories started to spill back into his brain as the other continued with his raged speech. Slipping his pick in between the closest strings, Momo leaned forward and placed both elbows on his knees and dropped his head down. His frustrated fingers combed halfway through his spiked black hair.
Che!" Arai sneered at Momo's response. "Still pining away aren't 'cha? Why don't you just DO something about it instead of moping around like some girl?" He finished his beer in one last guzzle and slammed it on the table.
He couldn't understand why he was so angry. Sure he was angry all the time, but something about this particular situation ate at his patience like a termite.
“…. You know what.” Momo began to say, as he retracted his fingers away from his hair, and now placing them onto his guitar strap, pulling it slowly over his head. As he placed his guitar off to the side, leaning it against the chair he was sitting in, Momo rose slowly from his position and looked Arai directly in the face.
“I don’t think I can play tonight.” He concluded as he turned away, figuring he’d just go back into his room and leave Arai to his own devices.
"No don't!" Masashi shouted and clumsily clambered to his feet to grab onto Momo's wrist. "I'm sorry…don't go." Yeah, he was acting pathetic, but if it meant not losing his best friend over some idiotic argument than it was worth it. "We can talk this over and work it out, right?"
Momo allowed himself to be stopped; half the reason being, he was too devastated to fight back and the other half, because he knew he really needed to confide with someone.
“…It’s ok.” Momo replied. He continued to stand there, frozen in place and taking in one big breath before backtracking to his seat.
“Yah. You’re right. It’s him…….. I bumped into him in the hallway this afternoon.”
Arai allowed Momo to return to his seat before sitting beside him awkwardly. He really wasn't much of a comfort type but this was his best friend they were talking about and Momo always seemed to be the exception to the rules.
"Is that so? What happened then?" He tried to keep his voice low and soothing to ensure maximum information drain. Having the whole story was important if there was any ass kicking to be had.
Leaning himself forward once again, he rested his arms atop his legs and tangled his fingers together in front of him. Momo took a moment to recall the incident, as if he really needed to; he was really just biding his time and perhaps, trying to choose his words wisely.
“… it was almost like old times, but… not. Because I wouldn’t have it. When he shoved me, I backed down… telling him not to touch me.” Momo began to say, taking breaths in between as to keep his fury in check in case a certain word might trigger him. “It might not have been so bad… if he hadn’t---“ The recollection on the next memory made him clutch his hands tightly together. “--- collapsed on the floor suddenly like a fuckin’ drama queen---“ Noticing his fury had sneaked back up on him, he took a deep breath and then continued on. “… so I couldn’t just… leave him there. Picked him up and, hauled him down five flights of stairs to the nurse.” He paused again, allowing his heart to calm itself down, before speaking again. “The nurse wouldn’t let me leave after that. She made me stay. And… after he woke up. I just left.”
He listened very closely to Momo's explanation and took in every expression and change in tone to gage his reaction. It seemed in this situation that it was best for Arai to just nod and encourage his friend to continue talking.
"And how did that make you feel?"
Arai’s words marinated in Momo’s head and repeated over and over again as Momo tried to search for an answer to convey to his best friend. He’d been trying to figure out that answer all afternoon.
“I…” He began to say. Confusion. Uncertainty. Devastation. All these feelings he couldn’t shake off and they weren’t helping in the least bit in this situation. “… like. I wish he never reappeared back in my life.” He wasn’t handling it very well. The two had broke away on such bad terms and for reasons that Momo was still unsure were the real reasons, or just Kaidoh’s cover up for the truth. Regardless, Momo still had feelings for Kaidoh back then. Since that day, he’d been trying so desperately to forget them. After a recent Summer fling with a girl named An, he finally started to feel like he could be with someone else again. Now he was back. Sometimes, some memories and feelings aren’t that easy to forget and move on from. Momo has been trying his best to think otherwise. And at this moment, for his own sake, he wished they’d leave him alone.
"Sometimes you can't get what you wish for." Arai sighed and curled up against his friend, slowly petting Momo's head gently. "But you don't have to be a slave to your emotions. Even if you DO still have feelings for him, it shouldn't dictate your life. If it does, then maybe that is a love you should reconsider."
Arai’s words spoke deeply to Momo, but the fact of that matter still stood strong. The one factor, the reasoning, the downfall that which Momo couldn’t get around.
“… You know why I can’t. Til that somehow changes… without me having to change myself. There’s nothing I can do. And… that’s why I can’t. Bear… this. Not after seeing him again. I can’t… bring myself to figuring out… how I’m going to deal with this. Not when he’s living on the other side of this damn hallway. ”
"There are ways to change that certain something but it wouldn't suit you at all. If he truly loved you than it shouldn't matter who you are or what you are. If ya ask me he's just being a pussy about it." Arai tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice but failed miserably.
"You can figure it out after you finish more important things, like school and showing me this damn song you've been chirping about all week."
A smirk appeared suddenly across Momo’s face as Arai made his remarks. It was an unexpected, but Momo felt good about it. Arai really was a good friend when the time called for it. For that short moment, Momo almost felt as if he’d forgotten his worries. Not completely ignorant, but Momo wasn’t in any position to be picky about the level of ease he felt for that short moment.
“Right~ The song.” Momo took the opportunity to change the subject and hopefully his melodramatic façade. Dropping his hand off to the side, he reached next to his chair and retrieved his guitar. “I rather not let this day go completely to waste.”