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"So basically, it gets better when I die." Naoko replied, being a bit sarcastic.
Death though... was very very close to a need in the man's mind. Though who's death was yet to be determined... be his own or that of another.
Shrugging slightly, the blond focused on Yamada. "I don't really know if he had anything to do with Izzy Lucky. Hayato told me he did... the... the truth of the matter, Yamada-san, is that the kidnapper was using me... apparently, I was some key of his. Unusual yes... but seeing how this is the second time in my life I was kidnapped... maybe not as unusual as you'd think. I'm just glad this time, I wasn't shoved in someone's closet for three months."
Okay so it was the shocking harsh truth.
"You'll forgive me if I'm a little cold to the subject... I had enough ******** up memories to deal with before this happened. Now..." he smirked, shaking his head as if it amused him. "Now it seems I really do need a nice little room with padded walls."

"Seeing how I wake up screaming most nights, I think my sanity's pretty well slipped. If I didn't have the music to focus on, Yamada-san... I'd probably be in an institution."
Naoko shifted in the bed, appearing uncomfortable. Truth be told, his pain killers were wearing off and his bruised and battered body was starting to hurt.
"I don't know why. I don't like to delve into what Hayato's thinking because, until recently, none of it was ever any good." of course he wasn't about to tell Yamada that Jun had been responsible for the first kidnapping.
No one knew that... except Ryu.
And, apparently, Sai... wherever the hell he was.
"I didn't even know anything had happened to Izzy Lucky until Hayato said his theory. I just assumed he was really sick. Course with Narcissus in a coma, I'm beginning to wonder if he wasn't attacked as well... though I doubt he'd let anyone know it. He's got a very... different sort of way of dealing things. Somehow he can bottle all that s**t up and not go flipping bananas..."

I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...








"Yeah...I'm actually pretty good with hair, though you wouldn't know it by looking at me." he smiled, reaching up into Shou's woven locks.
It was very easy, getting the feathers and beads out. He had that done in seconds.
It was when Shou took off his coat that Hayato stopped what he was doing, looking down at the angel's toned body that was so well shown off by his tight shirt.

"Ah...mmm...perhaps you should go ahead and get in the tub...then I can finish while you relax...." he said, though his voice surely gave away what he was thinking.
He'd do anything to be able to make Shou happy...but he'd also do anything to see him in the buff.

"Izo?"
Amber eyes narrowed slightly in confusion and concern. "You... you suspect Izo hurt Izzy Lucky? I... I mean why? Wouldn't that have harmed the show? Narcissus barely made it through before collapsing, and I doubt his manager's condition helped much in that regard. Plus, the man's never collapsed before... something had to cause this in him..."
He wanted to tell Yamada the truth... wanted to tell the man that Hayato had an older psychotic brother who just thought Naoko would make the best bait in all the world to lure his little brother back into his arms once more...
But then the question of where this other Hayato was would pop up...
And while Jun having killed him could easily be considered self defense... destroying a crime scene AND the body, certainly weren't going to fly well in court.
"No... I'm alright... just sore... Being kicked, raped, beaten, shoved into a brick wall, arms coated in splinters, broken fingers... those aren't really anything new for me. It hurts... but I can manage. Besides, if they give me anything strong enough to take away all the pain, I'll pass out and..." he froze for a moment, unable to say anything.
Then...
"I'd rather not close my eyes too long..."

I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...







"Ah, I'm sure your hair took a very long time to put together...but it's always easier to get your hair undone than it is to have it fixed in the first place. Same as clothes. Always easier to take them off than to put them on."
Shou took off his boots and Hayato used that as an opportunity to get a very good look at what was very certainly the a** of an angel.
In those jeans...it was just...
No...there wasn't a word for it...just a series of incoherent thoughts running though his head, something Hayato imagined would be akin to the things a caveman thought when having found the perfect mate.
A few grunts and some lewd gestures...perhaps a mating dance, at best.

Hayato cracked a smile at his silly thoughts, though that smile turned into an open mouthed gape as Shou took his shirt off, revealing the most perfect, most gorgeous expanse of stomach he had ever set eyes on.
Had he less restraint, he would have grabbed the man and just...just licked it. Bellybutton to chest, he would have just gone and had a taste.

Of course, that wasn't what he did. Instead, the vocalist decided to turn his eyes away as soon as Shou pointed out that he had been staring.
Indeed, he had his mouth hanging open like a spawning salmon.
"Sorry..." he muttered, trying his damndest not to look directly at Shou. That was easier said than done.
After a moment of trying to stare at the world's most interesting ceiling tile, he gave in, dark eyes focusing in on the angelic man who was half-naked in his bathroom.

"Yeah. I am. It's a damn good view, if I do say so myself." he gave a sexy smirk.
Why bother lying? It was too much effort, and anyone who didn't enjoy looking at that had to be blind, after all.

I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...










"Actually, no...I haven't had another person in my home in quite some time." he answered. It was the truth. Any "encounters" he had had since his coma had happened outside of his dwelling.
Hayato never got that personal with anyone. Ever.
Not unless he had very serious intentions toward that individual.

Kneeling down beside the tub, Hayato put his hands in Shou's hair again, working at the ends of the silky weaving.
"Why thank you. I designed it myself. I wanted something both classical and modern, but relaxing all the same." he chatted, making small talk about his taste in decor.

"Yeah, I can finish this off for you before you prune, I'm sure." he chuckled, pulling away with the first row of weaving. He was actually very good at this. If he weren't a vocalist, he would make a rather fine hair stylist.
It had been the only thing he had ever enjoyed doing for his brother...fixing his hair in all sorts of ways. That had been something that was asked of him very often, hence his skill.
He still wasn't sure how he should feel about it, though. About his brother being dead, again.
He just tried not to think about it.

One thing he couldn't help thinking of was how good Shou looked in the water. He kind of had the appearance of a water sprite now. The raven-haired vocalist would certainly rather have his hands other places than in Shou's hair, that was for certain.
Laying the second strand of hair to the side, he took a moment to rub Shou's neck, hopefully relieving some of the tension the man had been experiencing.

Rather daringly, he moved his hands around to the front of the now soapy star, rubbing along the same paths Shou's hands were taking.
It was very obvious to him that the angel was avoiding touching his face.
Still afraid of taking off his makeup, it seemed.

"Shou..." he began, arms wrapping around the slippery beauty.
"Just so you know...I think you're absolutely beautiful..."
His wet hands slipped up from the water, taking Shou's chin in his hand as he turned the vocalist toward him, fingers streaking the makeup in the process.
"With...or without...the makeup and all the fantasy..."
Then, hesitating ever so slightly, Hayato kissed those painted lips for the second time that day.
He was so grateful to be able to do that...to even touch the man again. When he really thought about it, he should probably be either dead...or held captive, likely for the rest of his life.
This was something he savored now. Something he wouldn't take for granted.
He had taken so many things for granted in his life...but not anymore.
"Shou..." he whispered, pulling back to look at the angel.
Gently, he ran his thumbs along each side of Shou's jaw, then along his forehead, leaving streaks of exposed skin as he did so.
"May I join you?" he asked as politely as he could with his heart beating as hard as it was.
Asking didn't come easy for Hayato. He was so easy to everything being either given to him, or taken by force or coercion.
If Shou wanted him...then it was his choice. He was the exception to the rule, the one person able to teach the dark star some respect and kindness.
That was his Sai under all that makeup, he had no doubt...but he had come to adore Shou as his own person. He was happy with either...or both.
He didn't want to be too forceful coming on to the man...
But oh what he would do if given half the chance...