Just Do It Again (AoixUruha fic)
Just Do It Again
He was actually an avid coffee drinker, but he figured he’d make today an exception.
The day’s happenings definitely called for it.
Downing a glass of cognac in one huge gulp, the man none-too-gently set the thick glass down the black marble island, belatedly realizing the hazard of such action, but soon enough feeling relieved when he noticed the cork placemat which was previously non-existent. His relief was short-lived however, when he looked up and noticed the bartender scowling at him, hands on hips, taking a stance for intimidation, and the final touch of a glare full of anger- he could feel himself withering under its heated barrage. Bowing his head in sincere apology, his head dove straight down to the cork sheet, having his energy drained out of his as he remembered his reason for drinking in the first place.
“Well, you DO remember what I said last time that if you do any more of those I’ve-got-tantrums-so-it-excuses-me-breaking-the-marble-island-and-the-crystal-glass, that I’ll kick you out of here myself and ban you from this place forever, right?”
‘Seriously, when he gets all miffed and stuff, he starts to sound like my mother… Aren’t I supposed to be a customer here?!?’
Lifting his head up slightly to eye the blonde bartender addressing him, the young man tried to bury his face deeper into the placemat, using his arms to compensate for its thinness. He was broken out of his internal grumbling when the blonde bartender began to lecture him.
“So? What’s gotten you so out of shape again this time? And no, being a customer doesn't excuse you from your folly of almost ruining this perfect specimen of white marble top.”
“Folly? Seriously? Who uses THAT in this day and age? Anyway, dude, this position is so comfortable right now, I don’t want to get up anymore…” Replying back lazily, he scratched his head in aggravation and finally lifted his head up to face the bartender properly.
“The frickin’ bitch pulled a good one on the team…”
Diving onto the comfort of the cork placemat once more, the man sighed in exhaustion, shoulders slumped in defeat.
“We’ve only got, like, what, a week before THE biggest gig, and guess what? She decided that, ‘NO~ NOW is a good time to elope with MY lover, get married, AND happily have MY honeymoon~ toodles~!’.” Adding a fake giggle at the end, the man signaled the bartender to refill his glass.
Refilling as asked, his anger was forgotten for the moment as his lips quirked in amusement when his regular customer did a perfect imitation of the said girl’s flirty way of speech.
“Oh, by the way, have I already mentioned that that abominable woman is our vocalist, and her now happily-wedded-husband is also our band’s bassist? Yeah, happy couple indeed.”
Downing his newly-filled glass in a few seconds, he frowned at the bartender when he realized that the blonde was looking at him amusedly.
“S’not funny ya know. We all… Well not ALL apparently, but most of us, really worked our asses off for this event, and the idiotic couple just up and left as if it totally meant nothing. Scratch. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Chicken shit…” Signaling once more for a refill, he continued on his tirade.
“Whatever am I gonna do now, Akiraaaaaa?” Burying his face once more in the safety of the cork placemat, the young man whined pitifully, not noticing the easy grin on the bartender- Akira’s face.
“My name here is Reita, not Akira, I don’t want the other customers to know it… Especially not that stalker…” Akira hissed urgently at his almost-drunk friend.
“But… Reiiiiiitaaaaaaaa~!!!” Pausing for a short moment as though almost forgetting the recent reminder, the man continued to whine pitifully.
“Awww, c’mon my lil’ boy Blue. Ya know that I’m always willing to help you out right?” Patting the mourning man’s head, like one does a pet, he readily chuckled when the man he was consoling attempted to swat his hand away.
“We’ve been friends since high school and you treat me with this kind of disbelief? Shucks, I’m feeling hurt, yo~” Though his voice spoke with sincerity and hurt, his wide grin proved it to be otherwise.
“Yeah, we’ve been friends since high school, so you should know that I hate that stupid nickname right? I’ve got a perfectly good nickname of my own, if you’d please use it, should you decide not to use my real name. So either you call me ‘Yuu’, or in case you’ve forgotten, the nick’s Aoi. A.O.IIIIII. Git?” Glaring at his friend, Aoi huffed aloud to show his displeasure.
“No more calling me ‘blue baby’, or ‘blue boy’, or ‘blue bell’, or ‘blue beard’, or any other ‘blue’-ish name you’d wanna coin up. Seriously, I don’t even get the reason for most of the other names you come up with…”
“Ha-ha. You started it first, dude! Well, be that as it may, A-O-IIIII,” adding excessive emphasis on Aoi’s name to annoy the man further, he continued on, “I would honestly recommend you to slow down on your drinking… Who knows? The answer to your problems might just be close… Oh, and if the ‘help’ really does exist, try to remember you’re not at nicho, okay?” Giving a wink to add effect to his statement, Reita set the refilled glass of cognac in front of his friend once more before moving to the other end of the bar to serve another customer.
Blinking in stupor at the words left behind by his friend, Aoi couldn’t help but wonder exactly what the blonde meant. Lifting the refilled glass to his mouth, he paused just before the cold glass touched his lips and began to consider what Reita had meant by his temporary-parting words.
Not long after, the lights were suddenly dimmed, and the stage just beyond the marble bar island was illuminated by a few weak spotlights.
“Ohh, do it again…” A cool, bass voice broke the silence, tearing through the darkness of the unlit areas of the bar.
“I may say no, no, no… But do it again” Angling himself in his bar stool to get a better view, what he saw left him astounded, overly amazed, that he could do nothing but give a literal jaw-drop- not to the floor, but as far as it could go still properly attached to where it should be.
‘Beautiful.’
The source of the voice had a pale, creamy-white complexion, which just looked so soft to the touch that he was sorely tempted to come up the stage just to make sure it really was as soft as it looked. Slightly chinky and droopy, half-lidded eyes smiling seductively, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and rose-colored, pouty lips, hiding a prefect set of pearl-white teeth. His shoulder-length hazel tresses layered and fixed into creative curls and tame spikes. The eyebrows were neatly trimmed to give an appearance of timidity and vulnerability, but his eyes, his similarly-colored hazel brown eyes spoke of a raging fire, of a strong spirit, of a person who is determined, of someone untamable.
Forcibly dragging his own eyes away from the intense orbs of the artist, he carefully took in the other’s attire. A navy blue long-sleeved shirt, folded until just below his elbows, the shirt-tails tucked in beneath dark gray slacks, and finished by clean, black, leather dress shoes. And in his arms was an affectionately-held, electric blue classical guitar. He made a double-take however, upon sighting the siren’s open-shirt.
‘Shit, that person’s a dude! He’s a freakin’ guy!!! What the… No wonder Rei-chan said this wasn’t nichome!’
“My lips just ache…” Watching as the enchanting singer pursed his lips, Yuu swallowed heavily and loosened his tie, noticing that the temperature seemed to be increasing steadily, and quite rapidly. Maybe he’s had too much to drink already?
“…to have you take… the kiss that's waiting for you…” Suddenly, he was assaulted with a visual of the man writhing beneath him, reaching out his hands to Yuu, and pulling his face closer for a kiss. Moaning quietly to himself, he took another sip of his quickly-becoming scarce drink, it’s cold temperature seemingly having no effect at all, and making Yuu feel even warmer. What the hell… Akira better hadn’t spiked this!
“You know if you do, you won't regret it, come and get it…” As though calling him over, the fingers of the singer slowly, temptingly, gently caressed the guitar strings- he couldn’t help but think of how envious he felt of the instrument and the various ministrations it received. Or that he wished he were the one being held instead.
“Ohh, no one is near…” Unable to tear his eyes away from the sprite, he jerked in his seat when the other caught his eyes and held it, a light glint passing through quickly, as though letting him know that he got caught doing something naughty. Feeling uncharacteristically guilty, he bowed his head.
“I may cry oh, oh, oh… But no one can hear…” In averting his eyes, he thought he had successfully escaped from the intense onslaught of emotions exuded by the singer. He had forgotten that the main weapon by the artist is his voice.
“Mama may scold me, 'cause she told me…” Cautioning another look at the singer, his breath caught when once again, he was captured by those enchanting eyes.
“…it was… naughty…” Eyebrows rising, he gulped at the seductive, lopsided grin tossed his way.
‘No way! Is he… Is he actually flirting with me?!?’
“…but then, please… do it again…” Looking to his left and right, he realized that the rest had already left the island area and had crowded to the cushioned seats which were closer to the stage.
“Just do it again…” Gathering his resolve once more, he decided to face the unspoken challenge, smirking in amusement and satisfaction, and returned the gaze of the stage nymph, with an equal amount of heat in his stare, if not more.
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Seeing the hardened resolve of the lone man at the island bar, Kouyou internally chuckled to himself.
‘Well, he certainly is interesting… But as they said, no man is an island. Right, Yuu?’
“Come and get it, ohh…” He had seen the attractive male during his first gig at the same bar, about three months ago. He had not dared approach him, nor even ask any detail about him from the bartender Akira, or rather, Reita- who was also a distant cousin of his. But that didn’t mean that anyone with eyes wouldn’t see that, especially not one as nosy and observant as Reita. Even more so if said nosy person was family.
“Turn out the light… and hold me close…” He could still remember when he had been first confronted by Aki- by Reita about his apparent “obvious obsession with the hottie named Yuu”, and that was that. From then on, he slowly found out more and more about the guy he had been eyeing. Even some information which he had rather not hear, but that was how Reita was to family- totally nothing gets censored.
“Close in your arms all through the night…” Turns out Yuu was a regular at the bar, and it saddened him that his contract was to play for only once a month. Having a relative work in the same place showed one of its advantages again, especially when said relative was one of the more senior employees of the place- needless to say, he got a post as an all-around helper. Really, it was quite lucky considering that the place had really no need for any other sort of help.
“Mama may scold me…” But then a month ago, Yuu suddenly stopped coming.
“Cause she told me… it was naughty…” When Yuu suddenly didn’t turn up for the first two weeks, he realized how much he still didn’t know about the attractive, onyx-haired male.
“But then… please do it again…” And so, he decided that the next time Yuu visited their bar again, he would confront his feelings once and for all, and confess his interest to the man.
“Just do it again… and again… and again… and again…” Shocked, excited, nervous, ecstatic, nauseous, numb… Just imagine the myriad of emotions he felt when Yuu suddenly turned up again, looking as beautiful as ever, and on the date of his performance at that!
“And again… and again… and again…” He had decided to try and capture the man’s attention, and evaluate his chances with Yuu by seeing how he would respond to his ‘song’. At first, he had been feeling greatly uncertain, and not a little dismayed when Yuu avoided eye contact with him. Recalling his cousin’s advices and taunts however, he decided to just give it everything he had and mentally willed that Yuu face his challenge. It seemed the man was having some internal debates himself, but had evidently come to his own conclusion, as Kouyou saw him straighten his back and return the stare heatedly.
“…Just do it again.” Smiling pleasantly and brightly at the great mood he was put in upon receiving such a favorable response, he concluded his song, keeping close watch of Yuu’s various responses and expressions.
Yes, he was certainly not disappointed.
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“Refill?”
Jerked out of his thoughts- which seems to happen so many times lately- Aoi tore his eyes away from the low stage of the bar, the performance having ended quarter of an hour ago. Facing Reita with almost blank eyes, Aoi remained lost in his own world.
He still could not grasp the thought of the beautiful, ethereal being, who challenged him, evoked the life in him, made it seem like all of his problems could be easily untangled, and most of all, the man who had just sang like a siren, enchanting, dangerous and seductive, holding his attention captive, as though the song was addressed to him and only him.
“Hellooooo? Earth to boy blue. Earth to boy bl-auuughhhhhhh!!!!” Choking in his grip, Aoi grinned wickedly at Reita, glass of cognac forgotten on the cork placemat.
“Now, what did I tell you about names like that?” His tone belied by the amiable smile he gave the bartender.
“Ow! No! No!!! I give! I GIVE!!!” Reita fought hard to loosen himself from Aoi’s death grip. Carefully, that is. He still was surrounded by ‘fragile everythings’.
“Under one condition.”
With his smirk still in place, Reita was almost afraid that Aoi would make him pay for his bill, like what he had successfully accomplished at one time due to a… Well, the point is, Reita lost one week’s worth of pay because of that, and he wasn’t willing to do a re-play. “A-and… Wh-what is i-it?”
“The name.”
Two words.
Confusion was written all over his face, and certainly, the ongoing lack of oxygen wasn’t helping much either.
“Can’t you say something longer than that?” He coughed out.
“The singer. What’s his name?”
Gaping at his life-long friend in disbelief, Reita slowly processed the idea in his head before Aoi spoke again, relishing the torture he inflicted on his friend.
“On second thought, just give me all of his details.”
Suddenly, an almost foreign voice spoke out, tone of one smiling softly, but solidly. “Who’s details?”
Heads suddenly facing the newcomer, both Aoi and Reita didn’t know whether the situation was actually good or if they should hurriedly dig a hole in the ground and bury themselves in it. Reita regained first composure however, despite still being held captive in Aoi’s chokehold.
“Ah, Uruha!” At seeing the other’s light glare on saying his stage name, Reita quickly amended his statement. “No, I mean… Kouyou! Yes, Kouyou, my dear cousin!”
‘Kouyou, huh?’
At hearing the beautiful singer’s name, and his relation to Reita, Aoi immediately dropped his hold and began absently fiddling with the back pockets of his jeans.
“Kouyou, it’s very nice to meet you! I’m Akira’s friend, Aoi.” Extending his hand out for a handshake, he grinned almost shyly at the incubus-like singer.
“Likewise. Although, I had heard from Aki-nii that your name’s Yuu..?” Giving a charming smile of his own, his eyes showed his confusion at the different name.
“Oh. Well, yes, that’s my real name.” At the raised eyebrow of Kouyou, Yuu decided and explanation would be in need. “Aoi is the name I use most frequently, although it’s actually my stage name… I’m somehow more fond of it…? But you can call me whatever…” Smiling sheepishly at the admission of his name preference, he rubbed the back of his neck in slight discomfort.
“I see, Aoi it is then!” Smiling widely, hands still linked in a shake, he noticed with delight the slight shivering of Aoi after saying the man’s name.
‘Interesting… This could prove useful.’
“Well! Now that you two have met each other, I’d actually suggest you two take a private corner to discuss the ‘performance business’…” Staring meaningfully at Aoi, Reita handed him an access card to one of the VIP rooms, shooing them away, muttering and snorting about “two blockheads love-sick with each other, blocking the bar island”.
Staring at each other and at Reita in both astonishment and amusement, Aoi gracefully took the card from the bartender, and escorted Kouyou to the rooms, hand going to the man’s back.
A last thought entered his mind before everything else was lost to focus fully on his new-acquaintance-hopefully-lover.
‘Oh. Right. Reita was a bassist.’
-THE END(for now *grins*)-
Hope you enjoyed this twin~! *glomps*
BONUS PARODY:
“Oh. Well, yes, that’s my real name.” At the raised eyebrow of Kouyou, Yuu decided and explanation would be in need. “Aoi is the name I use most frequently, although it’s actually my stage name… I’m somehow more fond of it…? But you can call me whatever…” Smiling sheepishly at the admission of his name preference, he rubbed the back of his neck in slight discomfort.
“I see, Yaoi it is then!” Smiling widely, hands still linked in a shake, he noticed with delight the slight shivering of Aoi after saying the man’s name.
Aoi, or rather, Yaoi, was left gaping, fully dumbstruck by the nickname. He was completely stoned.