The Ways of a Japanese Man [KAI / REITA] - ONE SHOT
Title: The Ways of a Japanese Man
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Slight Angst, Romance
Warnings: Cursing
Rating: PG-14
Pairing:Reita / Kai
Bands: The GazettE
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Summary: Reita suddenly realizes the importance of tea in the life of any Japanese.
Comment: These is for all my readers that might have been wondering where I went, lets call it a bounce back mini-one-shot.
The Ways of a Japanese Man
What Japanese person lived in a house without tea?
Not like tea was the essential possession, which defined Japanese people, but as he silently stood dazing into the empty metallic red box, which had always been filled with the peculiar little green tea leaves, he couldn't help but bemusedly marvel at the situation. It was his first time to have returned to a tea-less house, and as insignificant, and easily solvable the issue, which wasn't an issue, was, Akira found himself completely taken aback from such a fact the longer he stared at the empty box.
He'd gazed at it long enough, to suddenly concluded that it was simply inconceivable for any Japanese to have found himself or herself in a situation in which there was no tea in his or her cabinet, no matter how long a tour, and how long he had been forced to stay away from home. Thus, he immediately needed to go out and get some tea.
Closing up the metallic red box, and carefully replacing it in its spot, in the cupboard, he silently looked at it for a few more seconds, after which he nodded again in agreement with himself, and his decision of going out to get more green tea, as he gently closed the cabinet.
Grabbing his red baseball cap, and his blue and white plaid scarf, he covered himself in the most appropriate way, which would have granted him enough deception for the eyes of any possible fan, and the right amount of causality for the eyes of anyone else. Once out of his apartment complex, the bassist mechanically placed his hands into the shallow pockets of his leather black jacket, and stopped in front of the first shop on his way. Taking a closer look at himself in the store's window reflection, he had to admit, with all that mess on; he did sort of look like the American flag.
Quickly fixing his cap he proceeded on his way, and stopped as the pedestrian traffic light red. It was around five o’clock in the morning, and even though the streets in Tokyo were virtually never empty, there really was no car coming from the other side of the road, thus, as he always would have, he could simply cross ignoring the red light facing him. Yet he stood unmoving, obediently waiting for the light to turn green, as other pedestrians simply crossed. No car passed by, the traffic light turned green, and he resumed walking; it wasn't like he wasn't in a rush anyway, he was just going to get some tea.
Five o'clock was quite early, incredibly so, and in normal circumstances, Akira would have been sound asleep. But things hadn't been as normal, at least not according to his definition of normal, causing him to be incapable of soundly sleeping, hence the urge to drink some tea, to calm himself down. The now somewhat frustrating memory of the empty little red metal box made him suddenly speed up towards his destination.
Finally at the end of his road, he stood in front of the convenient store, quickly regarded it, then taking out a cigarette, he lit it and lifted his head in the general direction of a particular window on the eight floor under, which the convenient store was. For what seemed an eternity, he kept himself standing in front of the store, looking p, and smoking at least another three cigarettes, before deciding to get inside the apartment complex, and direct himself towards the eight floor.
Tightly holding his hands in his pockets he then reached the apartment belonging to the particular window on that floor, at which he had been staring for a good five minutes. Staring at the door a few minutes more, he pondered on whether he shouldn't have just gotten tea in the most conventional way. Then again, it wasn't like tea was what he had truly waned from the very start, was it? Thus, tinkering with a little key in the pocket of his jacket, he weighed his options, and decided to ring the bell instead; he had told the owner of the apartment he couldn't find that specific key after all. As the door slowly and slightly opened, the figure of a brunette peered through the little opening and stared at the blond, who silently stared back.
“Just as thought ...” suddenly spoke the blond, breaking their silence “... still awake” he added, not hinting to move any forward, as the brunette simply stayed as impassive and unmoving now looking in the general direction of where the blond wasn't.
“What are you doing here?” finally inquired the brunette, firmly reconnecting his gaze with the one of the blond “... never thought I would have found you anywhere other than your bed at this time of the day” pointed out the brunette, in the same calm and emotionless manner.
“I couldn't sleep ...” simply began to explain the blond “... so I thought about drinking some tea, but when I got to the little box, it was empty ...” concluded Akira, observing the brunette look at him with expression of a person who was being accused and couldn't fathom that he really was.
“Yeah I supposed I was the last person, who drank it, and didn't fill it, came to argue about that, really Akira ...” the brunette in defeat and slight annoyance reproached, while moving back in, and as he tried to close the door, the blond promptly reached it and held it opened.
“I didn't come to fight Yutaka …” lowly expressed Akira, earnestly glimpsing at the brunette “... may I come in … please?” lowly requested the blond, as the brunette silently sighed, taking a second or two to move out of his front door. Silently, they moved into the brunette's apartment, and stopped in the middle of his living room, vaguely facing each other, as the allowed all the discomfort and awkwardness to properly settled down between each other.
“So? ...” then incited the brunette, as the blond resumed aimlessly walking into the room, apathetically grazing any object that came to the contact of his hand.
“You were right, I really look like the American flag, with this on … don't even have to use much fantasy, it is just blatantly so ...” humbly began the blond “... but I still don't see the point in waiting for a green traffic light even though there is no car passing, no matter how not wrong it is to just wait for it ...” he then added, turning to face the drummer.
“Okay ...” stated the brunette, shrugging and shaking his head in a pointless manner “... sometimes I am right, sometimes I am wrong, you agree with some, you don't with others … what's new? What's not normal?” impatiently questioned the brunette, waving and slapping his hands against his thighs.
“What's new … what's not normal is that ...” calmly resumed the blond taking a few cautious steps towards the brunette “... is that there was no tea” dryly pointed out the blond “... no matter how many times, we've argued, made up … broke up ...” he continued to explain, lowering his tone while making a reference to their present situation “... there has never been an instance in which I couldn't calm my tormented soul with a cup of tea” concluded the blond, flashing a quick cynical smile at the bruentte.
“What's the big deal? ..” shrugged the brunette “... drink coffee, or something else, I am sure you have plenty of that” Yutaka trailed off in a whisper, turning his back to the blond he attempted to walk away, but Akira's arms were readily surrounding his body, and his strapless nose was grazing his right ear.
“It is a big deal, at least for a Japanese man it is, like it or not … there has to be tea in one's own house, and ...” began the blond, pausing for a second to tighten hi grip around the brunette, whom had stopped his effortless attempts to free himself “... when you were around, I have never had to worry about that, because you'd always make sure we wouldn't run out of it … and I just noticed that today, as I kept starring at tea empty the box” seriously admitted the blond.
“What are you trying to say Akira? ...” readily prompted the brunette, turning around into the embrace, and freeing himself, while intently gazing up at the blond “... just say it, stop beating around the bushes, say what you mean, I know you way to well, and I also know what you mean, but … for once ... I want to hear you say it” demanded the brunette, still firmly looking up at the blond. Impulsively scratching the back of his neck, Akira remained silent.
“If you know then why do I need to say it … I'm a Japanese man Yutaka, we usually do not like to express our … anything” calmly expressed Akira, with a lightly smile, as he playfully pushed the brunette's arm, whom however vehemently shoved him off, turning around to walk away again.
“You know the way out-” apathetically announced the brunette, whose arm was quickly and strongly grabbed by the blond “What?!” he then loudly inquired.
“I miss you” Akira clearly stated “... I couldn't sleep because I miss you. I love you, and I want … I'd like … you back” firmly concluded the blond.
“... What for?” plainly asked the brunette “ Now... I appreciate you finally admitting to your feelings, really, you have no idea how much I waited for you to just say so, and I know this will sound like a dick move, given as how I practically forced this words out of your mouth, but …” paused the brunette, gently releasing his captured hand “I don't think we should get back together ...” honestly expressed the brunette “... this is like what? The third time we broke up? If we get back, we'll just break up again … and I … I am tired of this” dejectedly stated the brunette.
“Really? ...” calmly inquired the blond “... Well I am not” Akira strongly stated “... it is true, we might break up again, but for all I care me and you, can keep doing this to infinity, I still will want to be with you, I know that now … I realized that today, just like the te-” emphatically tried to explain the blond, whom however was abruptly cut off by the rather distressed drummer.
“Can you stop it?! What the fuck does tea have to do with this?!” exasperatedly yelled the brunette.
“Because it is just like that Yutaka!” Akira loudly retorted “... as a Japanese must have tea, I must have you! You are that part of my life, which I unfortunately gave so much for granted, but without which I truly don't want to live. In the same way in which when I open that little red box and I want to see tea in it, when I turn around, when I want to share any type of moment, when I wake up in the middle of the night because you are still awake on your computer, I want you to be there!” eagerly stated the blond.
“You … you are just ...” resignedly whispered the brunette, placing his head in his hands, and passing them through his head, while the blond got himself standing right in front of him “... only you I swear, only you can take something so out of context such as the way of a Japanese man, and turn it into something relatively profound!” exasperatedly smirked the brunette, as Akira cautiously placed his hands on his hips bringing him closer “... what the fuck, seriously … like any of what we do ever even get close to the Japanese way … two homosexuals, playing music in a visual kei band ...” lowly stated the brunette with a smile, as he stared down at the blond's shirt
“And drinking tea, don't forget that ...” playfully pointed out the blond.
“Yeah, drinking tea ...” resignedly agreed the brunette, as the blond tenderly passed his hand among the younger's black locks “... you really are such a messed up little thing .. but fuck if I knew why I do love you so much” Yutaka ended up whispering, as the blond lowered to seal their lips together.
“Thank you for loving me ...” Akira whispered, all of a sudden feeling incredibly clam, and somewhat sleepy, as he tenderly an unknowingly massaged the brunette’s shoulder, whom playfully rolled his eyes.
“... how about I go make you some tea? ...” offered the brunette, as he attempted to go towards his kitchen, but was newly stopped for the umpteenth during that early morning “What? ...” tenderly questioned the brunette, as he was carefully brought back closer and passionately kissed “... didn't you come to get some tea?”
“Well yeah ...” Akira exclaimed matter-of-factly, as he began to drag the two of them towards the drummer's bedroom, while lavishing the younger's neck with kisses “... what do you think I'm doing?”.
AN: Hey there, that was supposed to be a drabble but turned out in a sort of one shot. Just something to give you ReitaxKai fans out there, to apologize for my prolonged absence. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And hope it will keep you for a little for those who might be waiting for house of sin, as I am working on getting my act together. Please be a little more patient. m(_ _ )m
Much Love -LnK♥(~_^ )/-