[Fanfiction - The GazettE] Cookies and Cobwebs Reita/Kai Oneshot 1/2
Title: Cookies and Cobwebs |Oneshot - Part One|
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Fluff, humour, romance etc.
Band: The GazettE
Pairing(s): Reita x Kai/ Kai x Reita
WARNINGS: Strong language, sexual imagery, boy x boy actionnnnnn~~
DISCLAIMER: Pffft, no, I of course I don't own the- KAI PUT THAT DOWN!!! >o<"
Rating: PG-13/R
Synopsis: "When a bedtime bug prevents Kai from sleeping, he knows there's one neighbour he can rely on . . ."
Notes: This made me laugh while writing this. Kai's supposed to be 16 years old, and Rei about 18, but Kai has a very dippy, cute personality here so it may seem like he's younger xD. Hope it makes you smile at least - I know a lot of us have had to cope with changes to our lives recently; *sends hugs*
Ooh! And apologies to - Kai stole your Grell plushie for a bit xD Again, it was too big so had to split into 2 parts -shot-
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I shivered underneath my bed covers, not turning the light off until I could muster the courage to kill the damn thing.
There it was . . . sat on my bedroom wall. Its legs spread out like some kind of deranged, evil octopus in the corner.
I didn’t care that it was on the other side of the room. And I didn’t care that it was, in fact, a long way away from me.
And now I can’t sleep!!
What if it crawls over me in the middle of the night? What if it . . . creates a large cobweb in my room?!
For God’s sake Kai, just kill it.
It was a perfectly logical instruction from the inner walls of my subconscious mind . . . only . . .
I can’t . . .
I shake off the shiver crawling up my spine as I continue to watch it - looking so ugly at me with millions of eyes, a furry black body and a skinny set of legs that make me cringe just thinking about it,
“I hate spiders!!”
Reluctantly, I look to the clock sitting on my wall (inches away from the hideous bug) and realise I’m going to have to do something if I don’t want to fall asleep in my cereal and drown tomorrow morning.
I clutch my Grell plushie tighter to my chest; ready to use him as a weapon in case it decides to attack; although I’ve heard ones in Australia are worse - the average pouncing ability about ten feet or so.
I tiptoe over to the door, grimacing as I keep my eyes on it, ready to swing for the beast just in case it strikes me.
Fucking hell . . . I never realised how big it was . . .
I must have looked so pathetic; sidestepping my way to the bedroom door like a sissy girl.
As my cousin Ruki would say,
“Fuck’s sake Kai, grow some balls or am I gonna have to buy you bras for Christmas?!”
Yes I have balls. I’m not a girl. I have balls and not boobs!!
“I have balls . . .” I mutter lowly as encouragement, “I have balls, not boobs. I have balls not boobs. Balls, not boobs,”
I repeat it countless times until the words don’t seem to mean anything anymore; and miraculously I manage to turn it into a tongue twister.
. . . I have boobs.
I prove it to myself as I make a break for the exit, the eight legged monstrosity having crawled its way to sit along the top of the doorframe, me squealing under my breath once I reach the other side and sprint comfortably into my upstairs hallway.
Ninjutsu skills aside, I creep my way along the landing, my breathing a heavy mess as I reach my parents’ bedroom door.
I knock tentatively, even though the loud warthog-like snores roaring from inside drown out my tentative taps completely, and I end up pushing the door open without permission.
Sure enough, the snoring gets louder, and I wish my Dad wasn’t so fat - or else I would have moved him next to the spider to scare it away; those snores were unattractively terrifying.
I pad my way across the carpet, looking over my shoulder for reasons I don’t quite understand before I stand next to the double bed, watching my Dad dribble against the pillow; my Mum’s arms wrapped around him from behind.
Eww.
I poke him gently on the shoulder, knowing he has to be up early for work tomorrow and that Mum has to go and meet some friends for early brunch, but I am in the middle of a crisis here!! I don’t mind if they shout at me a little,
“Dad?” I whisper, prodding him again only to find no response, the old man dead to the world, “Dad wake up,”
I watch him adjust his head with a small ray of hope . . . soon sinking to despair when he sighs and settles into sleep once again,
“Dad, wake up!!” I shake him harder this time, even going so far as patting his cheek, Grell’s spongy foot kicking him in the face now and again as I rattle his body harder for a response,
“Dad! Wake. Up. You. Fat. Hairy. Stinky -!”
I flinch as I see something move in the corner of my eye, and even as my Dad stays fast asleep, I jog over to my Mum’s side instead,
“Mum! Wake up there’s a spider in my room!” I whisper frantically, shaking her shoulders gently, and even she seems to be lost in a deep slumber too - not even moving an inch!!
A bite my lip, in a loss of what to do. I can’t sleep like this! Not if it’s there in my room, waiting, lurking . . . it could move anywhere and God knows what it could do to me!!
I jig up and down on the spot, glancing to my sleeping parents and then back to the landing again, wondering what the hell I should do. I’m not tall enough to reach the corner where it was and even if I did manage to kill it, I don’t want some rotting arachnid corpse decomposing my private space!
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”
An idea strikes as I leave my parent’s room and trudge back down the upstairs hall, catching my neighbour’s house from across the street - showing through the bathroom window, Dad having left the door wide open in the night.
Then I remember my cell phone is downstairs in my school jacket,
“Thank you God!” I whisper happily, almost waltzing down the stairs with Grell’s cotton stitched smile grinning through the twirls.
I can’t help but check every inch of the walls as I make my way towards the living room; you don’t know how fast these things can move so I thought it was best to make sure it hadn’t followed me down here.
Because you never know . . .
I let a shiver invade my spine as I enter the living room, scanning the area wildly as I try to remember where the hell I’d thrown my things after school last night.
I scratch the back of my head as my memory continues to fail me, eventually locating my belongings in a crumpled heap beside the armchair; I certainly don’t remember how they’d gotten there.
Once I find my phone among the crumpled bus tickets and handfuls of change hidden in my jacket pockets, I set about dialling the one number I know I can trust, sneaking a peak across the street through the living room window to see if there were any signs of life in his house. Stupid, I know, what with it being 2am and all . . .
I let the phone ring and ring and I start to get worried as I count the 13th one . . . growing in number as the seconds tick by,
“Oh come on, Rei, please,” I beg silently, slumping into the armchair with Grell on my lap, my fingers threading through the long woollen strands of his red hair as a sort of comfort.
I can hear crickets chirping outside my house, and I get to like the sound of them when Reita finally answers the phone,
“Whoever you are . . . Fuck. Off,”
“Hey Rei,” I bite my lip, my heart suddenly throbbing - I’d never heard him so disgruntled before.
Well, I guess it was kinda my own doing. Sorta . . .
“Kai?” Rei moans into the receiver, and through the bay window, I see a dim light click on from the front of his house.
I presume it’s his bedroom - I’ve never been inside his house before. At school, he only invites the people who are bike enthusiasts such as himself back to his garage.
Ruki thinks they have a “butt munching” session, whatever that means, and Aoi says “they show each other their junk,” at school.
They both laugh at the joke, but I’ve sat figuring them out for hours and I still don’t get it,
“What the fuck are you doing? Calling me at such an hour . . .” I hear him scowl, and I bring my knees up to my chest, burying my face against Grell’s shoulder.
Maybe calling him wasn’t a good idea . . .
“Kai, you better have a good reason or I’m gonna pummel your little ass in school on Monday,” He presses further, and I soon decide I’m gonna have to ask him if I have any chance of escaping this horrible situation,
“Rei, there’s a spider in my bedroom,” I squeak down the phone.
There’s a pause, and I just about gather a mental picture of Rei’s infuriated expression before I hear him sigh surprisingly softly down the receiver,
“What do you want, a medal?”
“Umm no . . .” I chew on my lip again, twirling a strand of Grell’s hair in my hands, “It’s just . . . I thought . . . Maybe I could -“
“- Kai?”
“Y-Yeah?”
“Hurry the fuck up so I can go to sleep,”
“Oh umm,” my cheeks burn and my hands turn damp against Grell’s cushy torso; my inner self scolding me for being such a nervous wreck around him.
And that’s only because Reita is the school’s well known thug material. Everyone knows him for his striking black leather jacket and skinny trousers, his school shirt unbuttoned almost down to his stomach. A cigarette sticks out his lips wherever he goes, and most of the time he wears dark black shades; even in winter.
You make a comment about him and he’ll have you in hospital by lunch.
Not me, though. Perhaps I would have feared him like the other kids; perhaps I could have been one of the kids he makes wet themselves with a simple glance, only I don’t.
Because he saved me once . . .
“Um, I was wondering if I could stay at yours until morning?” I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the dial tone to sound, although a part of me prays that he won’t hang up on me - my fear of spiders and all things creepy crawly made me a complete paranoid wreck. Even he knows that; he saw me that one time I cried because a bumblebee wouldn’t leave me alone . . .
“Let me get this straight,” he starts dully, and I feel a big long lecture coming, “You see a spider in your room? Right?”
“Y-Yes,”
“You then call me up at 2am, when I’m still asleep . . .”
“Umm . . . uh-huh,”
“Just to ask if you can stay over. Because of your fucking pet problem?!!”
I wince, having to hold the phone a little way away from my ear at his boisterous volume,
“Please, Rei!” I moan, “You don’t know what it’s like - it’s huge and scary! And it’s been sitting there all day and I can’t get rid of it! Besides what if it crawls on me in the middle of the night and it’s poisonous?!?! And it’s right up in the corner so I can’t reach it and my parents won’t wake up so I can’t get them to get rid of it!”
“Kai . . . no, you are not staying over,” Reita tells me firmly, despite my desperate list of sorry excuses, “And that’s final,”
“Please Rei,” I whine again, “I can’t sleep . . . I don’t know what to do! You’re the only one who can help me!”
“No, Kai,” Rei says again, firmer again and I’m starting to think he’s fully awake now, “It’s up to you to control your little spider problem. Why not just sleep downstairs on the couch if you’re that bothered?”
I realise I’ve been sucking my thumb for a while, “But I don’t want to . . .”
Rei sighs heavily, and he sounds like he’s talking through his palm next time he speaks, “You’re beyond awkward, you know that?”
There’s something about the way he says it that lets my heart warm inside my chest, Grell almost completely damp in my grasp by now, “So . . . can I stay?”
“Kai, listen -“
“- I have cookies,”
“The fuc-? No!”
My lips scrunch up to the side, wondering if the things Aoi and Ruki talk about at school would have any use here.
To my delight, an idea hits me,
“If you don’t, I’ll tell everyone at school that you and your friends play ‘butt munchies’ in your garage,” I say smugly, although I have no idea if I was using it right. Ruki said it like a mean thing, so I suppose I can use it as some kind of blackmail.
I just can’t stay in this house any longer, not with that big, horrible, creepy, furry, ugly, scary -
“- Kai, what does ‘butt munchies’ mean to you exactly?”
I pause to think, and then shrug to no one except Grell; still smiling in his cotton prison in front of me,
“I dunno,” I reply honestly, “Some kind of breakfast cereal?”
“Oh, Kai . . .” Reita groans,
“I mean it!” I would have stomped my foot if I could, “I’ll tell everyone! Even though I don’t know what it means, I’ll still say it!”
There’s a very long pause on his end, and a glow fills me as I dare to think I’ve won him over.
And most times he can’t resist me,
“Alright,” he mumbles, “Pack your stuff. Sleep on my floor. Out by 8am. Got it?”
I almost squeal, “Oh thank you Rei! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”
“Yeah yeah whatever, now hurry up before I change my mind,”
He hangs up and I race upstairs to pack my overnight things just like he said.
I daren’t go back in my bedroom, knowing I’ll be forever anticipating the right time to go in in case it lands on my head the minute I walk through the door. Instead, I grab some clothes Mum had washed for me earlier in the utility room and empty my school bag of all my notebooks and pens, stuffing the t-shirt, jeans and my toothbrush and toothpaste I’d fetched from the bathroom inside.
I swing the rucksack over my shoulder and stop outside the archway to the kitchen from the hall, wondering if I should leave a note in case Mum and Dad wake up to find me gone. I don’t wanna be on the news as a missing person or anything.
Just to be sure, I scribble a quick message on Mum’s huge wad of sticky notes and attach one to the small calendar on the fridge.
As a last minute thought I also raid the cookie jar; ecstatic to find that Mum still has a few left at the bottom. Usually Dad has devoured them within a couple of days so this time I’m lucky.
It takes me a few more minutes to slip on some shoes, find my house key and lock up the front door before I cross the street to Reita’s house.
I wonder whether or not he had been looking out for me; I don’t want to knock in case his parents hear and I barge in unexpected, telling them of the whole crazy story about me and my unwelcome spider roommate.
The cold night air is chilly, and I pull my grey hoodie tighter around my shoulders, relieved when the hall light flicks on from inside and I hear the front door locks being pulled.
I’m soon faced with the expected but unfriendly face that is Reita; half-naked from the waist up - bearing all the tattoos he often shows off to the girls at school - and a pair of slacks covering his bottom half. Which is strange since I’ve always imagined him as the type to sleep naked. Unless he threw them on for my benefit.
I suddenly realise the temperature has increased in the past few seconds that I’ve spent staring at my tall, older neighbour, his dirty blonde hair a complete mess on top of his head. More like a mound really . . . usually he has it all styled for school.
I blush harder; it looks . . . good on him,
“Well are you gonna come in or freeze your ass off out here?” he mumbles after a while, with a look that tells me he’ll kick me in if he has to,
“O-Oh yeah, s-sorry,”
I shuffle in and find that Reita’s house is surprisingly warm. Surprisingly homely too. The moment I step inside, the entrance hall is covered with family pictures and portraits. I can even pick out Rei’s two older brothers in one of them, both of them wearing black tank tops while little Reita is perched on top of a motorbike between them,
“Oi, stop poking your nose around my stuff,” he scowls next to me, closing the door with a bang that makes me flinch, “You wanna stay here or not?”
I swallow what nervousness I can and turn to face him, hitching my rucksack up a touch, “Well if you kick me out, I’m still gonna tell people about the ‘butt munchies’ thing,”
He glares at me vividly, looking even scarier with the twilight illuminating his eyes like that.
I fear he might punch me so I start climbing the stairs,
“I never imagined you’d live in a house like this,” I whisper, passing yet more photographs with each step, “It’s so pretty and neat and cute,”
Curse my word choice. They certainly didn’t belong in Reita’s dictionary,
“Just hurry up squirt,” he sighs behind me, and I hear him yawn sleepily, “Before I make you sleep next to my snake,”
I freeze in place, Reita’s face planting itself into my back,
“S-S-Snake??” I tremble; I never knew he had a snake!
Reita groans and rubs his forehead, “Oh sorry, is that too much for you? Are you gonna run away from me now as well?”
I can’t help but shake on the spot; snakes are . . . scary.
Oh God, oh God, oh God,
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A/N: Hope you're enjoying it so far! Part 2 is right here ~ (CLICKY HERE FOR PART 2) (it carries straight on >///////<") If you don't know who/what a Grell plush is then just Google image it - he'll come up <333
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Fluff, humour, romance etc.
Band: The GazettE
Pairing(s): Reita x Kai/ Kai x Reita
WARNINGS: Strong language, sexual imagery, boy x boy actionnnnnn~~
DISCLAIMER: Pffft, no, I of course I don't own the- KAI PUT THAT DOWN!!! >o<"
Rating: PG-13/R
Synopsis: "When a bedtime bug prevents Kai from sleeping, he knows there's one neighbour he can rely on . . ."
Notes: This made me laugh while writing this. Kai's supposed to be 16 years old, and Rei about 18, but Kai has a very dippy, cute personality here so it may seem like he's younger xD. Hope it makes you smile at least - I know a lot of us have had to cope with changes to our lives recently; *sends hugs*
Ooh! And apologies to - Kai stole your Grell plushie for a bit xD Again, it was too big so had to split into 2 parts -shot-
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I shivered underneath my bed covers, not turning the light off until I could muster the courage to kill the damn thing.
There it was . . . sat on my bedroom wall. Its legs spread out like some kind of deranged, evil octopus in the corner.
I didn’t care that it was on the other side of the room. And I didn’t care that it was, in fact, a long way away from me.
And now I can’t sleep!!
What if it crawls over me in the middle of the night? What if it . . . creates a large cobweb in my room?!
For God’s sake Kai, just kill it.
It was a perfectly logical instruction from the inner walls of my subconscious mind . . . only . . .
I can’t . . .
I shake off the shiver crawling up my spine as I continue to watch it - looking so ugly at me with millions of eyes, a furry black body and a skinny set of legs that make me cringe just thinking about it,
“I hate spiders!!”
Reluctantly, I look to the clock sitting on my wall (inches away from the hideous bug) and realise I’m going to have to do something if I don’t want to fall asleep in my cereal and drown tomorrow morning.
I clutch my Grell plushie tighter to my chest; ready to use him as a weapon in case it decides to attack; although I’ve heard ones in Australia are worse - the average pouncing ability about ten feet or so.
I tiptoe over to the door, grimacing as I keep my eyes on it, ready to swing for the beast just in case it strikes me.
Fucking hell . . . I never realised how big it was . . .
I must have looked so pathetic; sidestepping my way to the bedroom door like a sissy girl.
As my cousin Ruki would say,
“Fuck’s sake Kai, grow some balls or am I gonna have to buy you bras for Christmas?!”
Yes I have balls. I’m not a girl. I have balls and not boobs!!
“I have balls . . .” I mutter lowly as encouragement, “I have balls, not boobs. I have balls not boobs. Balls, not boobs,”
I repeat it countless times until the words don’t seem to mean anything anymore; and miraculously I manage to turn it into a tongue twister.
. . . I have boobs.
I prove it to myself as I make a break for the exit, the eight legged monstrosity having crawled its way to sit along the top of the doorframe, me squealing under my breath once I reach the other side and sprint comfortably into my upstairs hallway.
Ninjutsu skills aside, I creep my way along the landing, my breathing a heavy mess as I reach my parents’ bedroom door.
I knock tentatively, even though the loud warthog-like snores roaring from inside drown out my tentative taps completely, and I end up pushing the door open without permission.
Sure enough, the snoring gets louder, and I wish my Dad wasn’t so fat - or else I would have moved him next to the spider to scare it away; those snores were unattractively terrifying.
I pad my way across the carpet, looking over my shoulder for reasons I don’t quite understand before I stand next to the double bed, watching my Dad dribble against the pillow; my Mum’s arms wrapped around him from behind.
Eww.
I poke him gently on the shoulder, knowing he has to be up early for work tomorrow and that Mum has to go and meet some friends for early brunch, but I am in the middle of a crisis here!! I don’t mind if they shout at me a little,
“Dad?” I whisper, prodding him again only to find no response, the old man dead to the world, “Dad wake up,”
I watch him adjust his head with a small ray of hope . . . soon sinking to despair when he sighs and settles into sleep once again,
“Dad, wake up!!” I shake him harder this time, even going so far as patting his cheek, Grell’s spongy foot kicking him in the face now and again as I rattle his body harder for a response,
“Dad! Wake. Up. You. Fat. Hairy. Stinky -!”
I flinch as I see something move in the corner of my eye, and even as my Dad stays fast asleep, I jog over to my Mum’s side instead,
“Mum! Wake up there’s a spider in my room!” I whisper frantically, shaking her shoulders gently, and even she seems to be lost in a deep slumber too - not even moving an inch!!
A bite my lip, in a loss of what to do. I can’t sleep like this! Not if it’s there in my room, waiting, lurking . . . it could move anywhere and God knows what it could do to me!!
I jig up and down on the spot, glancing to my sleeping parents and then back to the landing again, wondering what the hell I should do. I’m not tall enough to reach the corner where it was and even if I did manage to kill it, I don’t want some rotting arachnid corpse decomposing my private space!
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”
An idea strikes as I leave my parent’s room and trudge back down the upstairs hall, catching my neighbour’s house from across the street - showing through the bathroom window, Dad having left the door wide open in the night.
Then I remember my cell phone is downstairs in my school jacket,
“Thank you God!” I whisper happily, almost waltzing down the stairs with Grell’s cotton stitched smile grinning through the twirls.
I can’t help but check every inch of the walls as I make my way towards the living room; you don’t know how fast these things can move so I thought it was best to make sure it hadn’t followed me down here.
Because you never know . . .
I let a shiver invade my spine as I enter the living room, scanning the area wildly as I try to remember where the hell I’d thrown my things after school last night.
I scratch the back of my head as my memory continues to fail me, eventually locating my belongings in a crumpled heap beside the armchair; I certainly don’t remember how they’d gotten there.
Once I find my phone among the crumpled bus tickets and handfuls of change hidden in my jacket pockets, I set about dialling the one number I know I can trust, sneaking a peak across the street through the living room window to see if there were any signs of life in his house. Stupid, I know, what with it being 2am and all . . .
I let the phone ring and ring and I start to get worried as I count the 13th one . . . growing in number as the seconds tick by,
“Oh come on, Rei, please,” I beg silently, slumping into the armchair with Grell on my lap, my fingers threading through the long woollen strands of his red hair as a sort of comfort.
I can hear crickets chirping outside my house, and I get to like the sound of them when Reita finally answers the phone,
“Whoever you are . . . Fuck. Off,”
“Hey Rei,” I bite my lip, my heart suddenly throbbing - I’d never heard him so disgruntled before.
Well, I guess it was kinda my own doing. Sorta . . .
“Kai?” Rei moans into the receiver, and through the bay window, I see a dim light click on from the front of his house.
I presume it’s his bedroom - I’ve never been inside his house before. At school, he only invites the people who are bike enthusiasts such as himself back to his garage.
Ruki thinks they have a “butt munching” session, whatever that means, and Aoi says “they show each other their junk,” at school.
They both laugh at the joke, but I’ve sat figuring them out for hours and I still don’t get it,
“What the fuck are you doing? Calling me at such an hour . . .” I hear him scowl, and I bring my knees up to my chest, burying my face against Grell’s shoulder.
Maybe calling him wasn’t a good idea . . .
“Kai, you better have a good reason or I’m gonna pummel your little ass in school on Monday,” He presses further, and I soon decide I’m gonna have to ask him if I have any chance of escaping this horrible situation,
“Rei, there’s a spider in my bedroom,” I squeak down the phone.
There’s a pause, and I just about gather a mental picture of Rei’s infuriated expression before I hear him sigh surprisingly softly down the receiver,
“What do you want, a medal?”
“Umm no . . .” I chew on my lip again, twirling a strand of Grell’s hair in my hands, “It’s just . . . I thought . . . Maybe I could -“
“- Kai?”
“Y-Yeah?”
“Hurry the fuck up so I can go to sleep,”
“Oh umm,” my cheeks burn and my hands turn damp against Grell’s cushy torso; my inner self scolding me for being such a nervous wreck around him.
And that’s only because Reita is the school’s well known thug material. Everyone knows him for his striking black leather jacket and skinny trousers, his school shirt unbuttoned almost down to his stomach. A cigarette sticks out his lips wherever he goes, and most of the time he wears dark black shades; even in winter.
You make a comment about him and he’ll have you in hospital by lunch.
Not me, though. Perhaps I would have feared him like the other kids; perhaps I could have been one of the kids he makes wet themselves with a simple glance, only I don’t.
Because he saved me once . . .
“Um, I was wondering if I could stay at yours until morning?” I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the dial tone to sound, although a part of me prays that he won’t hang up on me - my fear of spiders and all things creepy crawly made me a complete paranoid wreck. Even he knows that; he saw me that one time I cried because a bumblebee wouldn’t leave me alone . . .
“Let me get this straight,” he starts dully, and I feel a big long lecture coming, “You see a spider in your room? Right?”
“Y-Yes,”
“You then call me up at 2am, when I’m still asleep . . .”
“Umm . . . uh-huh,”
“Just to ask if you can stay over. Because of your fucking pet problem?!!”
I wince, having to hold the phone a little way away from my ear at his boisterous volume,
“Please, Rei!” I moan, “You don’t know what it’s like - it’s huge and scary! And it’s been sitting there all day and I can’t get rid of it! Besides what if it crawls on me in the middle of the night and it’s poisonous?!?! And it’s right up in the corner so I can’t reach it and my parents won’t wake up so I can’t get them to get rid of it!”
“Kai . . . no, you are not staying over,” Reita tells me firmly, despite my desperate list of sorry excuses, “And that’s final,”
“Please Rei,” I whine again, “I can’t sleep . . . I don’t know what to do! You’re the only one who can help me!”
“No, Kai,” Rei says again, firmer again and I’m starting to think he’s fully awake now, “It’s up to you to control your little spider problem. Why not just sleep downstairs on the couch if you’re that bothered?”
I realise I’ve been sucking my thumb for a while, “But I don’t want to . . .”
Rei sighs heavily, and he sounds like he’s talking through his palm next time he speaks, “You’re beyond awkward, you know that?”
There’s something about the way he says it that lets my heart warm inside my chest, Grell almost completely damp in my grasp by now, “So . . . can I stay?”
“Kai, listen -“
“- I have cookies,”
“The fuc-? No!”
My lips scrunch up to the side, wondering if the things Aoi and Ruki talk about at school would have any use here.
To my delight, an idea hits me,
“If you don’t, I’ll tell everyone at school that you and your friends play ‘butt munchies’ in your garage,” I say smugly, although I have no idea if I was using it right. Ruki said it like a mean thing, so I suppose I can use it as some kind of blackmail.
I just can’t stay in this house any longer, not with that big, horrible, creepy, furry, ugly, scary -
“- Kai, what does ‘butt munchies’ mean to you exactly?”
I pause to think, and then shrug to no one except Grell; still smiling in his cotton prison in front of me,
“I dunno,” I reply honestly, “Some kind of breakfast cereal?”
“Oh, Kai . . .” Reita groans,
“I mean it!” I would have stomped my foot if I could, “I’ll tell everyone! Even though I don’t know what it means, I’ll still say it!”
There’s a very long pause on his end, and a glow fills me as I dare to think I’ve won him over.
And most times he can’t resist me,
“Alright,” he mumbles, “Pack your stuff. Sleep on my floor. Out by 8am. Got it?”
I almost squeal, “Oh thank you Rei! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”
“Yeah yeah whatever, now hurry up before I change my mind,”
He hangs up and I race upstairs to pack my overnight things just like he said.
I daren’t go back in my bedroom, knowing I’ll be forever anticipating the right time to go in in case it lands on my head the minute I walk through the door. Instead, I grab some clothes Mum had washed for me earlier in the utility room and empty my school bag of all my notebooks and pens, stuffing the t-shirt, jeans and my toothbrush and toothpaste I’d fetched from the bathroom inside.
I swing the rucksack over my shoulder and stop outside the archway to the kitchen from the hall, wondering if I should leave a note in case Mum and Dad wake up to find me gone. I don’t wanna be on the news as a missing person or anything.
Just to be sure, I scribble a quick message on Mum’s huge wad of sticky notes and attach one to the small calendar on the fridge.
As a last minute thought I also raid the cookie jar; ecstatic to find that Mum still has a few left at the bottom. Usually Dad has devoured them within a couple of days so this time I’m lucky.
It takes me a few more minutes to slip on some shoes, find my house key and lock up the front door before I cross the street to Reita’s house.
I wonder whether or not he had been looking out for me; I don’t want to knock in case his parents hear and I barge in unexpected, telling them of the whole crazy story about me and my unwelcome spider roommate.
The cold night air is chilly, and I pull my grey hoodie tighter around my shoulders, relieved when the hall light flicks on from inside and I hear the front door locks being pulled.
I’m soon faced with the expected but unfriendly face that is Reita; half-naked from the waist up - bearing all the tattoos he often shows off to the girls at school - and a pair of slacks covering his bottom half. Which is strange since I’ve always imagined him as the type to sleep naked. Unless he threw them on for my benefit.
I suddenly realise the temperature has increased in the past few seconds that I’ve spent staring at my tall, older neighbour, his dirty blonde hair a complete mess on top of his head. More like a mound really . . . usually he has it all styled for school.
I blush harder; it looks . . . good on him,
“Well are you gonna come in or freeze your ass off out here?” he mumbles after a while, with a look that tells me he’ll kick me in if he has to,
“O-Oh yeah, s-sorry,”
I shuffle in and find that Reita’s house is surprisingly warm. Surprisingly homely too. The moment I step inside, the entrance hall is covered with family pictures and portraits. I can even pick out Rei’s two older brothers in one of them, both of them wearing black tank tops while little Reita is perched on top of a motorbike between them,
“Oi, stop poking your nose around my stuff,” he scowls next to me, closing the door with a bang that makes me flinch, “You wanna stay here or not?”
I swallow what nervousness I can and turn to face him, hitching my rucksack up a touch, “Well if you kick me out, I’m still gonna tell people about the ‘butt munchies’ thing,”
He glares at me vividly, looking even scarier with the twilight illuminating his eyes like that.
I fear he might punch me so I start climbing the stairs,
“I never imagined you’d live in a house like this,” I whisper, passing yet more photographs with each step, “It’s so pretty and neat and cute,”
Curse my word choice. They certainly didn’t belong in Reita’s dictionary,
“Just hurry up squirt,” he sighs behind me, and I hear him yawn sleepily, “Before I make you sleep next to my snake,”
I freeze in place, Reita’s face planting itself into my back,
“S-S-Snake??” I tremble; I never knew he had a snake!
Reita groans and rubs his forehead, “Oh sorry, is that too much for you? Are you gonna run away from me now as well?”
I can’t help but shake on the spot; snakes are . . . scary.
Oh God, oh God, oh God,
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A/N: Hope you're enjoying it so far! Part 2 is right here ~ (CLICKY HERE FOR PART 2) (it carries straight on >///////<") If you don't know who/what a Grell plush is then just Google image it - he'll come up <333