Saga/Tora - alicenine. - High 'N' Dry - o2/ - -
Title: High 'N' Dry
Genre: AU
Ratings: PG14/R
Pairings: alicenine; Saga/Tora, Hiroto/Shou (side-story)
Synopsis: "... with empty jaws, an empty bed, a cup of love that can’t decide - is it half empty or full?"
*Click Pic for Wallpaper Version*
Tora
♠
I can’t find the clock but I think it's been fifteen minutes. My head hurt fifteen minutes ago when I woke up. It still hurts but it's fading. In the last fifteen minutes I've also been looking at the ceiling, which I realize isn't mines fourteen minutes ago. This ceiling is much higher and has a skylight. In addition to that I'm pretty damn sure this room isn't mines either, there's a sliding glass door that opens out to a courtyard with a big beautiful garden. At least that's as far as I can see laying down here in this big king sized bed that's not mines either. Honestly, I really want to see what this is all about but I just don't feel like moving for a while. At home I always wake up with something poking at the my back, while this bed makes me feel like I'm in some royal suite. But at the same moment this doesn't feel right.
Finally hitting me, I reluctantly roll off the bed and get up on my feet. I look down at myself to see that my clothes are still in order. Except I didn't remember wearing a blue flowery dress shirt last night, or even owning one at that. It's isn't exactly my style. Hope this still doesn't mean something happened last night after I left the bar. What did happen the by way?
I come into a long narrow hallway that looks like those in a bath house. I turn my head left and right, then back to right and someone suddenly appears, approaching towards me in a white bathrobe drying his hair with a towel. So maybe I am at a bath house.
As the person comes closer I notice something kind of familiar. A scent. The shampoo perhaps. The person stops right in front of me, giving a final dry off of his hair and throws the towel over his shoulder and my eyes go wide.
The guy is Saga. The day just started and this is what I find; me waking up with a hangover in an unknown bath house and running into... Saga. Damn, and he even looks good without the hair and make up.
"Good morning,” he says with a cheery grin. For a few seconds he just stares at me then tilts his head to the side, focusing me to say, "Morning," back to him.
"Looks like the shirt fits you pretty well."
"Ah, yea," I answer before he tries to give me a weird look again.
"Someone gave that to me last year for Christmas. Not really my style, so I've never worn it. So you can keep it."
What? He's saying this frilly shirt I'm wearing is his. "Where's my shirt?"
"You had a rough night so I gave it to the maid to wash. When it's done someone will delivery it to you. So you don't have to worry."
Where the hell am I? I'm lost, but I don't want to admit that in front of this person.
"If you're wondering, this in my house, not a public bathhouse."
Geez, does he know how to read minds or something? I feel the nerves next to my right eye twitch. "I have to go."
"Really? But I just told the chef to make an extra plate of breakfast for you," he says, disappointedly. At first glance it looks like an act, but in a moment's time it almost seems like he means it. But with these kinds of people you can never be sure so I shrug it off.
"Well, I don't want to be late for work. So, yea, I gottah go." And so, without a formal goodbye I turn away and go on down the long narrow hallway towards the direction I think is the way to the main door.
As I reach the main entrance area I am unexpectedly meet eye to eye with a man with an uptight face. The man look like he's in his early fifties but his hair is almost all white and perfectly coiffed. He's wearing a stylish black pin stripe with a unique neck tie that's red and looks like real silk. Even more outrageous, he has four men in black standing at either side of him. And one that stands out the most to me is the short one closet to the left of the old man, who has this sort of cute baby face quality. He looks back at me like he noticed I was staring, so I turn back to the old man.
Then an instant thought comes to me, "OH, SHIT!" Saga is a yazuka boss' bitch, isn't he? So this must mean...
The old man finally gives up the stare down and looks away then glances at me again, and laughs through his nose in a condescending way. He moves forth pass me and the men in black trails behind. And at last I can proceed with my escape.
From the outside the house is nothing like a traditional Japanese bath house, but rather like an Italian Vila; flat roofs, angled bay windows, glazed doors, arch ways, and vines that covers the side of walls. There's even a grassy oval-shaped area, like a small island in the center of the front yard. And in the middle of it is a stone water fountain with naked baby cupid spitting water out of his mouth.
Once I come to the front of the house I watch as the two huge wooden gates close with a boom. I blink a few times, taking this all in for a few seconds and let out a sigh of relief or remorse, I haven't decided. No, probably the third and I'm not gonna even bother to make sense of it.
Coming home I immediately changed back into my own clothes and tossed the shirt Saga gave me to the side. I'm not sure what to do with it now, but the more I look at it seems like something Shou would wear. Maybe I'll give it to him, or live it in the park somewhere for cats to sleep in. What am I saying? I'll just return it to him. Yes, that's it. When I have the time though, for now it'll have to sit in the back of my closet.
At around noon I arrive in Akihabara at an otaku shop owned by Shou's friend, Nao. I see the two nerds there at the back of the shop, one playing their Nintendo DS and the other checking out something on his laptop behind the store counter. To make it interesting I lean on the counter and not say anything to see who would notice me first. Seeing as how focused they are with their thing it might take awhile. There's a random manga next to me so I pick it up and flick through a couple pages. It seems to be a mystery genre.
After three minutes I've decided I don't like this manga and slam it back down on the spot I found it, and at the same time get the attention of the two people who had been ignoring me.
"What? Huh? Who?!" Theses two otakus lifted up their heads and spin their heads around like they just heard a gun shot.
I knock on the glass display case filled with figurines. "You guys have been robbed."
Nao clap shuts his laptop and leaps out in front of his shop in a frenzy. "Where? Where did he go?"
Looking at this I can't help but start laughing. Shou catches on to me, shaking his head, and waves his hands to the frantic shop owner. "Nao, come back Tora was joking."
"I can't believe I fell for it again." Nao drags himself back behind his counter. "I wish you'd stop doing that."
"Well, if you keep surfing the net while you’re working maybe one day someone really will steal something."
"You don't have to scare poor Nao like that all the time," Shou defends his teary friend.
"I'm just warning him."
Nao who has his head down sniffs. "I understand."
Damn, he's not crying over this is he? I reach over and pat his fizzy head of brown hair. "Just pay attention more, okay," I say in a calmer tone. He's just like a whining pup sometimes.
"Oh yea, Tora," Shou calls me, "sorry about last night..."
Speaking of last night makes me think of Saga and that guy outside the bar suddenly makes my head hurt.
"Hey, are you okay?" Shou is now holding on to my shoulder.
I shake my head to regain some sense back. I think I just blacked out there for a second. I try to rest my elbows on the counter for support. "Yea, I don't know. Last night after I left Monsieur I saw this guy on the street and then... I'm not sure what happened after."
Shou knit his brow. "I warned you not to go to that place again. Those people are dangerous. What if you got drugged by one of them?"
Fuckin' shit! "I didn't even think of that. Maybe I was drugged." It just hit me like a brick wall. When I came back from the restroom and finished my Hairy Virgin. The little fucker must've spiked it while I was gone. I put my face into my palms. "I can't believe it." But who...?
"Where did you wake up this morning?" Shou asks with concern.
I close my eyes and pinch the skin between my eyebrows. "Saga," I murmur.
"Huh? Did you say Saga? The Saga? No way!"
"It's true. He even gave me his shirt to wear."
"He gave you a shirt?" Shou corks his eyebrow. "Did you take it?"
"I was wearing it when I woke up."
"No you didn't," Shou says spat like I just committed a crime and should be shunned. Or at least that's what I feel right now.
"I'm pretty sure nothing happened." That's what I like to think, and hopefully it's true.
After spending a long day with the two otakus in Akihabara I reach home at a little past eleven, and I find a brown package in front of my door. Precariously, I pick it up and enter my apartment with a simple slide of my card key. Routinely, I close the door, put everything down to switch on the lights, take off my shoes, and then pick up my stuff again and enter my living room. I drop the bags of stuff I got today from "Otaku Land" next to the coffee table and plop myself on the couch. I let out a loud sigh of exhaustion the same time my eyes land on the brown package which I just tossed on the coffee table a little while ago.
I lazily grab it from my laid back position on the couch, not caring and just rip it apart. For a second I didn't know what I'm looking at, and then my eyes adjusted to see it's my shirt black shirt. I examine the brown wrapping paper it came in and there's a white piece of paper stuck to the bottom inside. It writes:
Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?
Shangri-La at 20:00.
Saga
Saga
♣
I can't feel my ass, and I got my black dog Chiko sleeping on top of my feet. It's like wearing warm fuzzy slippers, actually it's kind of nice. He's so cute like that sometimes. Oh, I seem to have fallen asleep on the floor leaning on the guestroom door. Inside is suppose to be Tora. Let me check, I look to bed. Yup, he's still there.
Last night after prying off the afro dude from Tora I had trouble asking him where he lived. For some reason he was speaking French which I don't know why, or understood a word of. So I took him back to my house. Luckily, my father is out on another one of his "business trips" for three days, to Hong Kong I think, so it was safe for me to take Tora in for the night.
When I dropped him on the guest bed Tora did the cutest thing. He curled up to a pillow an purred. Okay, so he didn't exactly purred but I liked the sound of it, and his face was all red up to his ears. I just wanted to eat him up right there, but then I thought if I tried anything he'd think I was the one who drugged him. Instead, I asked a maid to change him out of his clothes becuase I didn't trust myself to do it, and I went back to my bedroom alone for the night. Except I couldn't sleep and kept walking by the guestroom to check on Tora, which would explain why I find myself waking up here in this position this bright morning.
Since it's still early I drag myself up, waking up Chiko at the same time, and walk back to my room for some more sleep. I wonder what breakfast is going to be today? What kind of breakfast does Tora like? Shit, it's really hard to walk when you can't feel your ass. And Chiko running circles around my feet isn't quite helping.
After a hot shower I purposely take the path that would pass by the guestroom. Drying my hair with a towel I didn't think anyone would be coming from the oppisite direction until I see a new pair of feet blocking my pass. I look up and Tora is standing in front of me with wide eyes. It's a pretty funny sight, at Monsuire he usually has this stolid look on his face that's hard to read. But on the rare occassions when I'd spot him smiling I'd smile too.
I say good morning to Tora without much response, an for the longest silence he finally says it back and for a second I almost think he's decided to accept me. I say tell him my shirt fits him well and about how it was a present to me from someone, and then he asks where his own shirt is with a wrinkle in his brow, and my dream just about dies here. I follow by telling him he's at my house and he gives me a weird wink that looks more like he just got something caught in his eye then he says he has to go and bolts to the entrance door before I even tell him what breakfast we are having.
A little sad, but still with determination, I get to my room to change out of my bathrobe. But before I even close the door Hiroto dashes into the room in his black and tie suit, which only means one thing. "My father is back from his business trip already?"
"You know things tend to get resolved quickly when the boss is present." Hiroto pounces on to the middle of my bed and crosses his legs and fiddles with his tie. "Oh, right, just came here to warn you we bumped into a guy when we came in, and the boss did not look happy."
"Ha, when does he ever looked happy?" I lean down on a pillow on my bed, tired of standing as I listen.
"The guy looked pretty good. Is he the one you've been talk about?"
"Yup."
"Knew it." We go quiet for a moment, then Hiroto turns to me with a smirk on his face. "Also, I saw him checking me out."
I narrow my eyes at him, seeing through his teasing. "You..." I grabbing a pillow from behind me and I smack him on the head and some more until a pillow fight break loose.
Hiroto's father was my father's faithful right hand man, until one day Hiroto's father was killed while trying to protect my father. Because of a vow Hiroto's father had made to my father when he was still living, Hiroto now serves in his places. Those are some tough shoes to fill, Hiroto's father was the only person my father trusts, and my father is one tough boss.
But as time wore on I've noticed my father is less strict with Hiroto compared to his other underlings. And just one example is when everyone is getting yelled at, usually out of my father's sudden out bursts, everyone gets the heat, expect Hiroto where he'd just look at him and says nothing for a long time then walks away quietly.
For a while I had wondered if Hiroto's father was more than just a right hand man to my father. But just the idea makes me spit out my drink. Firstly, Hiroto does really look like his dad. And then the picture of my father with Hiroto. Eek~! I think I lost my appecitate by I even had breakfast.
While have the usual slient breakfast with my father he suddenly looks up at me. "I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I don't rule over who you hang out with outside of this house because I don't have all the time to keep my eyes on you, but it doesn't mean you can take one of them home." Finishing off his scrambled eggs, he empties his glass of water and dabs his mouth with a cloth. "Since we're on the subject, it's about time you settle down. I'll call a match maker tomorrow."
"Wait, but ..." without letting me a word in he leaves the dining room. But really, I'm just speechless.
By afternoon the maid is finally finish with the laundry and the first thing I do is take Tora's cleaned shirt from last night and wrap it in a package with a surprise inside. Then snag Hiroto right as he's about to heads home for a little mission I've plot since that annoncement from my father about the ridiculous match making thing.
A couple wrong turns later, due to a bad sense of direction in Hiroto's part, we arrive to the apartment of Tora's (after a bit of research I tipped someone to do). A bit shabby but still looks liveable.
"Here, take this up." I hand the package to Hiroto.
He raises his brow. "Why me?"
He just has to make me say it. "Please."
Hiroto smiles triamphintly. "That's better."
After waiting in the car for about three minutes Hiroto comes back down and climbs back into his driver seat next to me. "So what?" I ask.
"He wasn't home, so I left the package in front of the door."
"What? You just left it there?"
"I'm sure no one will take it."
Seriously, he does work for my father, right? I just stilly look at him from the corner of my eye.
"Stop looking at me like that."
I continue to look at him anyway and breath out of my nose.
Hiroto heaves a sigh. "Okay, okay I'll go back and put it in his mailbox." He reluctantly gets out of the car again.
"I appreciate it my friend," I grin.
He curls his lips and growls under his breath. "Don't my friend me. You're buying me dinner tonight." He slams the car door and goes to do my bidding. He really is a cute kid though.
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Honestly, I don't know who I want to be on the top/bottom,
the idea is just rolling around in bedsheets in my head.
It simply seems so sterotypical to always put Saga and Hiroto on the recieving end.
That's sad *_*
Genre: AU
Ratings: PG14/R
Pairings: alicenine; Saga/Tora, Hiroto/Shou (side-story)
Synopsis: "... with empty jaws, an empty bed, a cup of love that can’t decide - is it half empty or full?"
*Click Pic for Wallpaper Version*
Tora
♠
I can’t find the clock but I think it's been fifteen minutes. My head hurt fifteen minutes ago when I woke up. It still hurts but it's fading. In the last fifteen minutes I've also been looking at the ceiling, which I realize isn't mines fourteen minutes ago. This ceiling is much higher and has a skylight. In addition to that I'm pretty damn sure this room isn't mines either, there's a sliding glass door that opens out to a courtyard with a big beautiful garden. At least that's as far as I can see laying down here in this big king sized bed that's not mines either. Honestly, I really want to see what this is all about but I just don't feel like moving for a while. At home I always wake up with something poking at the my back, while this bed makes me feel like I'm in some royal suite. But at the same moment this doesn't feel right.
Finally hitting me, I reluctantly roll off the bed and get up on my feet. I look down at myself to see that my clothes are still in order. Except I didn't remember wearing a blue flowery dress shirt last night, or even owning one at that. It's isn't exactly my style. Hope this still doesn't mean something happened last night after I left the bar. What did happen the by way?
I come into a long narrow hallway that looks like those in a bath house. I turn my head left and right, then back to right and someone suddenly appears, approaching towards me in a white bathrobe drying his hair with a towel. So maybe I am at a bath house.
As the person comes closer I notice something kind of familiar. A scent. The shampoo perhaps. The person stops right in front of me, giving a final dry off of his hair and throws the towel over his shoulder and my eyes go wide.
The guy is Saga. The day just started and this is what I find; me waking up with a hangover in an unknown bath house and running into... Saga. Damn, and he even looks good without the hair and make up.
"Good morning,” he says with a cheery grin. For a few seconds he just stares at me then tilts his head to the side, focusing me to say, "Morning," back to him.
"Looks like the shirt fits you pretty well."
"Ah, yea," I answer before he tries to give me a weird look again.
"Someone gave that to me last year for Christmas. Not really my style, so I've never worn it. So you can keep it."
What? He's saying this frilly shirt I'm wearing is his. "Where's my shirt?"
"You had a rough night so I gave it to the maid to wash. When it's done someone will delivery it to you. So you don't have to worry."
Where the hell am I? I'm lost, but I don't want to admit that in front of this person.
"If you're wondering, this in my house, not a public bathhouse."
Geez, does he know how to read minds or something? I feel the nerves next to my right eye twitch. "I have to go."
"Really? But I just told the chef to make an extra plate of breakfast for you," he says, disappointedly. At first glance it looks like an act, but in a moment's time it almost seems like he means it. But with these kinds of people you can never be sure so I shrug it off.
"Well, I don't want to be late for work. So, yea, I gottah go." And so, without a formal goodbye I turn away and go on down the long narrow hallway towards the direction I think is the way to the main door.
As I reach the main entrance area I am unexpectedly meet eye to eye with a man with an uptight face. The man look like he's in his early fifties but his hair is almost all white and perfectly coiffed. He's wearing a stylish black pin stripe with a unique neck tie that's red and looks like real silk. Even more outrageous, he has four men in black standing at either side of him. And one that stands out the most to me is the short one closet to the left of the old man, who has this sort of cute baby face quality. He looks back at me like he noticed I was staring, so I turn back to the old man.
Then an instant thought comes to me, "OH, SHIT!" Saga is a yazuka boss' bitch, isn't he? So this must mean...
The old man finally gives up the stare down and looks away then glances at me again, and laughs through his nose in a condescending way. He moves forth pass me and the men in black trails behind. And at last I can proceed with my escape.
From the outside the house is nothing like a traditional Japanese bath house, but rather like an Italian Vila; flat roofs, angled bay windows, glazed doors, arch ways, and vines that covers the side of walls. There's even a grassy oval-shaped area, like a small island in the center of the front yard. And in the middle of it is a stone water fountain with naked baby cupid spitting water out of his mouth.
Once I come to the front of the house I watch as the two huge wooden gates close with a boom. I blink a few times, taking this all in for a few seconds and let out a sigh of relief or remorse, I haven't decided. No, probably the third and I'm not gonna even bother to make sense of it.
Coming home I immediately changed back into my own clothes and tossed the shirt Saga gave me to the side. I'm not sure what to do with it now, but the more I look at it seems like something Shou would wear. Maybe I'll give it to him, or live it in the park somewhere for cats to sleep in. What am I saying? I'll just return it to him. Yes, that's it. When I have the time though, for now it'll have to sit in the back of my closet.
At around noon I arrive in Akihabara at an otaku shop owned by Shou's friend, Nao. I see the two nerds there at the back of the shop, one playing their Nintendo DS and the other checking out something on his laptop behind the store counter. To make it interesting I lean on the counter and not say anything to see who would notice me first. Seeing as how focused they are with their thing it might take awhile. There's a random manga next to me so I pick it up and flick through a couple pages. It seems to be a mystery genre.
After three minutes I've decided I don't like this manga and slam it back down on the spot I found it, and at the same time get the attention of the two people who had been ignoring me.
"What? Huh? Who?!" Theses two otakus lifted up their heads and spin their heads around like they just heard a gun shot.
I knock on the glass display case filled with figurines. "You guys have been robbed."
Nao clap shuts his laptop and leaps out in front of his shop in a frenzy. "Where? Where did he go?"
Looking at this I can't help but start laughing. Shou catches on to me, shaking his head, and waves his hands to the frantic shop owner. "Nao, come back Tora was joking."
"I can't believe I fell for it again." Nao drags himself back behind his counter. "I wish you'd stop doing that."
"Well, if you keep surfing the net while you’re working maybe one day someone really will steal something."
"You don't have to scare poor Nao like that all the time," Shou defends his teary friend.
"I'm just warning him."
Nao who has his head down sniffs. "I understand."
Damn, he's not crying over this is he? I reach over and pat his fizzy head of brown hair. "Just pay attention more, okay," I say in a calmer tone. He's just like a whining pup sometimes.
"Oh yea, Tora," Shou calls me, "sorry about last night..."
Speaking of last night makes me think of Saga and that guy outside the bar suddenly makes my head hurt.
"Hey, are you okay?" Shou is now holding on to my shoulder.
I shake my head to regain some sense back. I think I just blacked out there for a second. I try to rest my elbows on the counter for support. "Yea, I don't know. Last night after I left Monsieur I saw this guy on the street and then... I'm not sure what happened after."
Shou knit his brow. "I warned you not to go to that place again. Those people are dangerous. What if you got drugged by one of them?"
Fuckin' shit! "I didn't even think of that. Maybe I was drugged." It just hit me like a brick wall. When I came back from the restroom and finished my Hairy Virgin. The little fucker must've spiked it while I was gone. I put my face into my palms. "I can't believe it." But who...?
"Where did you wake up this morning?" Shou asks with concern.
I close my eyes and pinch the skin between my eyebrows. "Saga," I murmur.
"Huh? Did you say Saga? The Saga? No way!"
"It's true. He even gave me his shirt to wear."
"He gave you a shirt?" Shou corks his eyebrow. "Did you take it?"
"I was wearing it when I woke up."
"No you didn't," Shou says spat like I just committed a crime and should be shunned. Or at least that's what I feel right now.
"I'm pretty sure nothing happened." That's what I like to think, and hopefully it's true.
After spending a long day with the two otakus in Akihabara I reach home at a little past eleven, and I find a brown package in front of my door. Precariously, I pick it up and enter my apartment with a simple slide of my card key. Routinely, I close the door, put everything down to switch on the lights, take off my shoes, and then pick up my stuff again and enter my living room. I drop the bags of stuff I got today from "Otaku Land" next to the coffee table and plop myself on the couch. I let out a loud sigh of exhaustion the same time my eyes land on the brown package which I just tossed on the coffee table a little while ago.
I lazily grab it from my laid back position on the couch, not caring and just rip it apart. For a second I didn't know what I'm looking at, and then my eyes adjusted to see it's my shirt black shirt. I examine the brown wrapping paper it came in and there's a white piece of paper stuck to the bottom inside. It writes:
Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?
Shangri-La at 20:00.
Saga
Saga
♣
I can't feel my ass, and I got my black dog Chiko sleeping on top of my feet. It's like wearing warm fuzzy slippers, actually it's kind of nice. He's so cute like that sometimes. Oh, I seem to have fallen asleep on the floor leaning on the guestroom door. Inside is suppose to be Tora. Let me check, I look to bed. Yup, he's still there.
Last night after prying off the afro dude from Tora I had trouble asking him where he lived. For some reason he was speaking French which I don't know why, or understood a word of. So I took him back to my house. Luckily, my father is out on another one of his "business trips" for three days, to Hong Kong I think, so it was safe for me to take Tora in for the night.
When I dropped him on the guest bed Tora did the cutest thing. He curled up to a pillow an purred. Okay, so he didn't exactly purred but I liked the sound of it, and his face was all red up to his ears. I just wanted to eat him up right there, but then I thought if I tried anything he'd think I was the one who drugged him. Instead, I asked a maid to change him out of his clothes becuase I didn't trust myself to do it, and I went back to my bedroom alone for the night. Except I couldn't sleep and kept walking by the guestroom to check on Tora, which would explain why I find myself waking up here in this position this bright morning.
Since it's still early I drag myself up, waking up Chiko at the same time, and walk back to my room for some more sleep. I wonder what breakfast is going to be today? What kind of breakfast does Tora like? Shit, it's really hard to walk when you can't feel your ass. And Chiko running circles around my feet isn't quite helping.
After a hot shower I purposely take the path that would pass by the guestroom. Drying my hair with a towel I didn't think anyone would be coming from the oppisite direction until I see a new pair of feet blocking my pass. I look up and Tora is standing in front of me with wide eyes. It's a pretty funny sight, at Monsuire he usually has this stolid look on his face that's hard to read. But on the rare occassions when I'd spot him smiling I'd smile too.
I say good morning to Tora without much response, an for the longest silence he finally says it back and for a second I almost think he's decided to accept me. I say tell him my shirt fits him well and about how it was a present to me from someone, and then he asks where his own shirt is with a wrinkle in his brow, and my dream just about dies here. I follow by telling him he's at my house and he gives me a weird wink that looks more like he just got something caught in his eye then he says he has to go and bolts to the entrance door before I even tell him what breakfast we are having.
A little sad, but still with determination, I get to my room to change out of my bathrobe. But before I even close the door Hiroto dashes into the room in his black and tie suit, which only means one thing. "My father is back from his business trip already?"
"You know things tend to get resolved quickly when the boss is present." Hiroto pounces on to the middle of my bed and crosses his legs and fiddles with his tie. "Oh, right, just came here to warn you we bumped into a guy when we came in, and the boss did not look happy."
"Ha, when does he ever looked happy?" I lean down on a pillow on my bed, tired of standing as I listen.
"The guy looked pretty good. Is he the one you've been talk about?"
"Yup."
"Knew it." We go quiet for a moment, then Hiroto turns to me with a smirk on his face. "Also, I saw him checking me out."
I narrow my eyes at him, seeing through his teasing. "You..." I grabbing a pillow from behind me and I smack him on the head and some more until a pillow fight break loose.
Hiroto's father was my father's faithful right hand man, until one day Hiroto's father was killed while trying to protect my father. Because of a vow Hiroto's father had made to my father when he was still living, Hiroto now serves in his places. Those are some tough shoes to fill, Hiroto's father was the only person my father trusts, and my father is one tough boss.
But as time wore on I've noticed my father is less strict with Hiroto compared to his other underlings. And just one example is when everyone is getting yelled at, usually out of my father's sudden out bursts, everyone gets the heat, expect Hiroto where he'd just look at him and says nothing for a long time then walks away quietly.
For a while I had wondered if Hiroto's father was more than just a right hand man to my father. But just the idea makes me spit out my drink. Firstly, Hiroto does really look like his dad. And then the picture of my father with Hiroto. Eek~! I think I lost my appecitate by I even had breakfast.
While have the usual slient breakfast with my father he suddenly looks up at me. "I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I don't rule over who you hang out with outside of this house because I don't have all the time to keep my eyes on you, but it doesn't mean you can take one of them home." Finishing off his scrambled eggs, he empties his glass of water and dabs his mouth with a cloth. "Since we're on the subject, it's about time you settle down. I'll call a match maker tomorrow."
"Wait, but ..." without letting me a word in he leaves the dining room. But really, I'm just speechless.
By afternoon the maid is finally finish with the laundry and the first thing I do is take Tora's cleaned shirt from last night and wrap it in a package with a surprise inside. Then snag Hiroto right as he's about to heads home for a little mission I've plot since that annoncement from my father about the ridiculous match making thing.
A couple wrong turns later, due to a bad sense of direction in Hiroto's part, we arrive to the apartment of Tora's (after a bit of research I tipped someone to do). A bit shabby but still looks liveable.
"Here, take this up." I hand the package to Hiroto.
He raises his brow. "Why me?"
He just has to make me say it. "Please."
Hiroto smiles triamphintly. "That's better."
After waiting in the car for about three minutes Hiroto comes back down and climbs back into his driver seat next to me. "So what?" I ask.
"He wasn't home, so I left the package in front of the door."
"What? You just left it there?"
"I'm sure no one will take it."
Seriously, he does work for my father, right? I just stilly look at him from the corner of my eye.
"Stop looking at me like that."
I continue to look at him anyway and breath out of my nose.
Hiroto heaves a sigh. "Okay, okay I'll go back and put it in his mailbox." He reluctantly gets out of the car again.
"I appreciate it my friend," I grin.
He curls his lips and growls under his breath. "Don't my friend me. You're buying me dinner tonight." He slams the car door and goes to do my bidding. He really is a cute kid though.
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Honestly, I don't know who I want to be on the top/bottom,
the idea is just rolling around in bedsheets in my head.
It simply seems so sterotypical to always put Saga and Hiroto on the recieving end.
That's sad *_*