Tokyo Times- 2
Title: Tokyo Times- 2
Author: shyone
Genre: au; humor
Pairing: none yet
Rating: g
Summary: Ren and You meet for lunch; Gackt’s mother and sister think
they’ve found the perfect girl for Gackt.
Characters: Ren, You, Chachamaru, Chirolyn
Word Count: 976
Tokyo Times is a collection of short, interwoven stories, each complete in itself, in a universe where Gackt is a best-selling author; You, an award-winning photojournalist; & Chacha is chef/owner of one of the most popular upscale restaurants in town. Other band members and friends wander in and out as need be.
Chapter 2- Lunch Break
You walked into the restaurant and smiled at the maitre d’ as he spied Ren already there. He dropped his bag on the floor and sank into the chair across the table from him.
Ren finished ordering and smiled at You as the waiter walked away.
“Thanks for letting me stay at your place, Ren.”
“No problem. I need a pet sitter anyway, and the cats and the lizard like you.”
“How can you tell with a lizard?”
“Does he come out and follow you around?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then he likes you.”
“I just figured it was because I’m the one with the food.”
“Haha. Nah, believe me, he likes you. When Chirolyn comes over he never comes out.”
“So where are you going?”
“On a little junket to Hong Kong,” Ren replied and pushed a travel brochure across the table. “I’m working on a piece about the 'Influence of Japan on Asian Music and Culture',” he said, making little air-quotes with his fingers.
You flipped through the brochure. “Nice. I know you won’t let work interfere with a good time while you’re there.” He looked up at Ren and grinned as he closed the pamphlet. “Lots of pretty girls.”
“So, come with me. We’d have a great time,” Ren leered.
The waiter appeared at the table, set down two glasses of wine, and two salades niçoise. Both men nodded their thanks and began to eat.
“Nah, I think I’ll pass. My foot’s never going to heal if you keep dragging me all over the world.”
“Aw, come on, You. It’s just Hong Kong.”
You snorted. “I’ve heard that before. ‘Come on You, it’s just a trip to the mountains.’” You mimicked the whiney, wheedling voice Ren always used when he was trying to talk You into something.
“Well, it was.”
“Yeah, and I almost got caught in that damned avalanche!”
“Aw, but you got some fantastic photos out of it; they made an awesome magazine piece. And it was only a couple of broken ribs and a broken foot.”
“That’s easy for you to say, since they’re not yours. And they are never going to heal if you don’t let me take it easy for a while. I almost knocked over some guy coming out of my building when my foot gave out, and I stumbled into him.”
“It won’t cost you anything,” Ren said, appealing to You’s frugal side. “I’ve got the black card from the boss.” He waved a black Visa card between two fingers.
“You’ll lose your pet sitter.”
“I’ll take that,” a voice said behind them. A petite blond appeared and stood at the table between them. He was dressed in a white chef’s coat with black braid trim and buttons, black and white check pants, and bright pink crocs; his long hair was braided on one side and caught up in a ponytail. He snatched the card from Ren’s hand.
“Hi, You,” Chacha grinned. “Ren, what mess are you dragging this poor boy into now?”
You looked up from his salad. “Hey, Cha,” You laughed.
Ren grinned at the owner of the restaurant, grabbed the credit card back, and laid it on the table. “Just a little, relaxing vacay in Hong Kong.”
Chacha snorted. “Nothing is ever relaxing when you’re involved.”
The maitre d' greeted two women at the door and showed them to a table overlooking the street. The waiter took their order and left to get their drinks. They chatted idly as they waited, then the younger said, “Oh, there’s the perfect girl for Gackt!”
“Where?” the older woman turned to look. “Oh, she’s pretty. And a chef, too. Just what Gacchan needs, someone who can cook for him.”
“Ren, what did you order?” You asked as the empty salad plate was whisked away by the waiter and replaced by another.
Chacha spoke up, “Oh, that’s just something I’m thinking of adding to the menu. Brown butter crepe with sautéed pears, Gouda cheese, and fresh thyme. Try it, and tell me what you think.”
The two men took a bite of the delicious looking dish.
You closed his eyes and smiled. “Mmm, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Well done, Cha, well done.”
Ren concurred. “That’s it. Call Watanabe and tell him he can go to Hong Kong himself. I’m staying right here.”
“Tell him yourself,” a voice answered from behind Chacha. Hiroshi Watanabe stepped up to the table and snatched the black credit card. “If you’re not going, then you won’t be needing this.” He made to put the card back into his own pocket. “I hope you’ve got enough money in your pocket to pay for this lunch.”
“Aw, come on, Chirolyn, you know I was only kidding.” Ren looked up at his boss with an innocent smile, and reached for the much-traveled card again.
“Looks like I’d better get back to the kitchen,” Chacha laughed. He turned around and smiled at two women who were staring at him as they waited for their lunch.
“That’s it,” Mrs. Camui leaned forward, reaching for her daughter’s hand, “we have got to bring Gackt back here for dinner soon.”
The waiter brought out their meals, and as they ate they happily went on making plans for Gackt’s new apartment, and his love-life.
Chirolyn smiled smugly at the auburn-haired man as he put the card in his pocket and sat down at the table next to You. He looked at the delicious looking food on the table, then up at the waiter who had miraculously appeared. “I’ll have what they’re having,” he grinned. “And put it on his tab.” He jerked his thumb in Ren’s direction.
“My tab! You’re the one with the card!”
Author: shyone
Genre: au; humor
Pairing: none yet
Rating: g
Summary: Ren and You meet for lunch; Gackt’s mother and sister think
they’ve found the perfect girl for Gackt.
Characters: Ren, You, Chachamaru, Chirolyn
Word Count: 976
Tokyo Times is a collection of short, interwoven stories, each complete in itself, in a universe where Gackt is a best-selling author; You, an award-winning photojournalist; & Chacha is chef/owner of one of the most popular upscale restaurants in town. Other band members and friends wander in and out as need be.
Chapter 2- Lunch Break
You walked into the restaurant and smiled at the maitre d’ as he spied Ren already there. He dropped his bag on the floor and sank into the chair across the table from him.
Ren finished ordering and smiled at You as the waiter walked away.
“Thanks for letting me stay at your place, Ren.”
“No problem. I need a pet sitter anyway, and the cats and the lizard like you.”
“How can you tell with a lizard?”
“Does he come out and follow you around?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then he likes you.”
“I just figured it was because I’m the one with the food.”
“Haha. Nah, believe me, he likes you. When Chirolyn comes over he never comes out.”
“So where are you going?”
“On a little junket to Hong Kong,” Ren replied and pushed a travel brochure across the table. “I’m working on a piece about the 'Influence of Japan on Asian Music and Culture',” he said, making little air-quotes with his fingers.
You flipped through the brochure. “Nice. I know you won’t let work interfere with a good time while you’re there.” He looked up at Ren and grinned as he closed the pamphlet. “Lots of pretty girls.”
“So, come with me. We’d have a great time,” Ren leered.
The waiter appeared at the table, set down two glasses of wine, and two salades niçoise. Both men nodded their thanks and began to eat.
“Nah, I think I’ll pass. My foot’s never going to heal if you keep dragging me all over the world.”
“Aw, come on, You. It’s just Hong Kong.”
You snorted. “I’ve heard that before. ‘Come on You, it’s just a trip to the mountains.’” You mimicked the whiney, wheedling voice Ren always used when he was trying to talk You into something.
“Well, it was.”
“Yeah, and I almost got caught in that damned avalanche!”
“Aw, but you got some fantastic photos out of it; they made an awesome magazine piece. And it was only a couple of broken ribs and a broken foot.”
“That’s easy for you to say, since they’re not yours. And they are never going to heal if you don’t let me take it easy for a while. I almost knocked over some guy coming out of my building when my foot gave out, and I stumbled into him.”
“It won’t cost you anything,” Ren said, appealing to You’s frugal side. “I’ve got the black card from the boss.” He waved a black Visa card between two fingers.
“You’ll lose your pet sitter.”
“I’ll take that,” a voice said behind them. A petite blond appeared and stood at the table between them. He was dressed in a white chef’s coat with black braid trim and buttons, black and white check pants, and bright pink crocs; his long hair was braided on one side and caught up in a ponytail. He snatched the card from Ren’s hand.
“Hi, You,” Chacha grinned. “Ren, what mess are you dragging this poor boy into now?”
You looked up from his salad. “Hey, Cha,” You laughed.
Ren grinned at the owner of the restaurant, grabbed the credit card back, and laid it on the table. “Just a little, relaxing vacay in Hong Kong.”
Chacha snorted. “Nothing is ever relaxing when you’re involved.”
The maitre d' greeted two women at the door and showed them to a table overlooking the street. The waiter took their order and left to get their drinks. They chatted idly as they waited, then the younger said, “Oh, there’s the perfect girl for Gackt!”
“Where?” the older woman turned to look. “Oh, she’s pretty. And a chef, too. Just what Gacchan needs, someone who can cook for him.”
“Ren, what did you order?” You asked as the empty salad plate was whisked away by the waiter and replaced by another.
Chacha spoke up, “Oh, that’s just something I’m thinking of adding to the menu. Brown butter crepe with sautéed pears, Gouda cheese, and fresh thyme. Try it, and tell me what you think.”
The two men took a bite of the delicious looking dish.
You closed his eyes and smiled. “Mmm, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Well done, Cha, well done.”
Ren concurred. “That’s it. Call Watanabe and tell him he can go to Hong Kong himself. I’m staying right here.”
“Tell him yourself,” a voice answered from behind Chacha. Hiroshi Watanabe stepped up to the table and snatched the black credit card. “If you’re not going, then you won’t be needing this.” He made to put the card back into his own pocket. “I hope you’ve got enough money in your pocket to pay for this lunch.”
“Aw, come on, Chirolyn, you know I was only kidding.” Ren looked up at his boss with an innocent smile, and reached for the much-traveled card again.
“Looks like I’d better get back to the kitchen,” Chacha laughed. He turned around and smiled at two women who were staring at him as they waited for their lunch.
“That’s it,” Mrs. Camui leaned forward, reaching for her daughter’s hand, “we have got to bring Gackt back here for dinner soon.”
The waiter brought out their meals, and as they ate they happily went on making plans for Gackt’s new apartment, and his love-life.
Chirolyn smiled smugly at the auburn-haired man as he put the card in his pocket and sat down at the table next to You. He looked at the delicious looking food on the table, then up at the waiter who had miraculously appeared. “I’ll have what they’re having,” he grinned. “And put it on his tab.” He jerked his thumb in Ren’s direction.
“My tab! You’re the one with the card!”