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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:44 pm
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"Huh?" Turning, Akihiko looked at Michi as if he were crazy. "Don't worry about the money, I'm paying."
He drug his physical therapist downstairs and into his own closet... which was, literally, a room unto it's own. Picking out the pieces of his own outfit, the musician then began to toss things at Michi. A pair of black jeans... a white long sleeved button up shirt... some black lace up dress shoes to match...
"These should fit you, we have a somewhat similar build." Akihiko spoke before beginning to unbutton the shirt he was currently wearing. "Look, if you want the truth... I need to talk to Shou-san. Does he even know I have memory loss?" that was a question he hadn't really thought to ask yet.
Tossing his clothes onto the bed, Narcissus donned a pair of jeans, obviously designer, and a black long sleeved button up shirt that had no sleeves over his shoulders. A black fedora and matching boots finished the look and he turned to Michi.
"So. You're driving." Akihiko smirked. He couldn't drive. Didn't know how. One of the reasons Michi was tagging along actually...
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 10:31 pm
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Let the Memories of the Evening be... the first think that you think of------------------------------------------------}:-
Tanaka Michi Physical Therapist
Fingertips...walking up your spine...a tongue sliding right behind..
Well at least Michi's slim pocket book would survive the affair. And that brought him a sigh of relief. Sure he had started the new job but the first check wasn't due till next week. However, as he thought about it, he wasn't sure that going to Luna was in the best interest of Akihiko's health. But he was soon taking the clothes that were being thrown at him. "Ok I'll try them on and see." he answered as he looked at the nice clothes.
Fortunately, the clothes were modest even if Michi couldn't read the Italian label on the Jeans! Michi stripped down and slipped on the clothes carefully finding that Akihiko was pretty close on the size measurements and the jeans had a bit of a stretch that form fitted around his butt and thighs. He tugged on the shirt then laced up the shoes. Glancing in the full length mirror he did look quite nice.
However, Michi became a little distracted when Akihiko was undressing. God...how he wished that the man was well. There were a few things he'd rather be doing at this instant but Akihiko didn't remember him in that way even if he understood their previous relationship as it was. Michi sighed and pulled his mind out of the gutter and back to his work.
"Are you sure that seeing Shou-san is a good idea right now? I mean if you have a bad headache in the restaurant, a lot of people could see you in pain. I'm just making sure you understand that, given you're private life is very important to you." Michi really didn't want Akihiko put in a bad position but he knew the Star was sometimes a bit more determined in mind than his body so he gave the advice as the physical therapist and as a concerned friend.
"Mmm...I don't think he knows. I know he knows you had surgery. That man has got fans everywhere. One of the nurses at the hospital is a... Shou's Bee. She got us in when folks were being kept away. But I don't think he knows about the amnesia except they did say it was possible you'd have some. I remember that Shou-san stayed for awhile but eventually, well...I heard that Naoko-san and Ryuukaze-san were in the hospital too. Something happened but I wasn't able to find out what." At this point, his shirt was all buttoned up and he walked towards the door to head up the stairs.
And when Akihiko talked about the car, Michi didn't miss a beat, "I figured as much considering the doctors said no driving for the first week or so. And well, I think I'd like to live, thank you." Michi answered with his own smirk not knowing that Akihiko could not drive. So he walked out of the house and then stopped and looked back and forth realizing that he came by a driver, who had already left. "Um...we best take one of your cars. A driver from Ohayou brought me over and I was suppose to call him when I needed a lift back."
-:{------------------------------------------------when you open up your eyes and see me. ...Dark Star.
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 10:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 9:15 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 9:36 am
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Nigiyaka na hitogomi ni tokeru tsubuyaki ga Ashimoto ni chirabatta omoide nijimaseru---
Chiyou lay there in the hospital bed, wide awake. How long had he been staring at the ceiling now? He had no idea...but his nerves were completely shot. Being here made him so anxious he could hardly stand it. His heart just kept pounding, skin crawling like at any moment something horrible was going to happen.
"Ruki..." he whispered, whimpering into the empty darkness. The name he loved to say for so long seemed to open up a void in him now. Saying it only ground into him deeper the fact that he would be no more than a baby to the manager. Even when he turned thirty the older man would probably still view him as 'his little boy'...at best. Maybe, over the years, Ishi Ruki would just forget about him. Everyone else always seemed to.
Sniffling, Chiyou sat up in the bed, looking out the window from where he sat. He felt so alone...but as much as he wanted to cure his loneliness, he wanted to run from love. His heart never ceased to hurt him, over and over. Perhaps Nakai was right...he was young and beautiful, so perhaps it was best to just go around and experiment, just sleep with whoever struck his fancy, but make no commitments. Letting his heart get involved only caused trouble, so if he cut it off from things he would be just fine.
Reaching for his phone, he looked up a number he had gotten a long time back, sending a text message.
Hey, NAKO-san, it's Chiyou. Wanna do dinner sometime?
He had to admit, he had fancied Naoko. He knew Naoko was with someone...but what did it matter? Relationships were fleeting, and he wouldn't be surprised to find out they were already over by now. Still, he didn't care either way. Naoko reminded him of Nakai and vice versa...but Naoko was sweeter, and surely would be more to his tastes, dominance wise. It was worth a shot. Hell, he'd sneak out of the hospital tonight if he had to...he just needed...something. Anything to get rid of this horrible anxiety that threatened to consume him.
---Mayoi aruku machi no kagayaki wa glaring one way Kogoe sou na boku wo terasu
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:15 am
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Frozen, Naoko didn't say anything for a long time. He simply sat there, not even looking at Ryu... just... sitting.
"Niisan ka..." the blond whispered, his voice barely even able to be heard. "You... kissed Sai?"
Another long pause... another awkward silence... And then amber eyes, blazoned to a burnished gold, glared at the violinist.
Without a word, Naoko stood up from the bed, crossing the room as if to leave. But he side stepped, grabbing a nearby flower vase, full of get-well flowers that he had bought for his beloved akuma... and flung it against the wall.
The sound of shattering glass permeated the room, and it was very VERY clear that right now, should Ryu have even dared approach the pianist... he would snap.
"Some ******** brother... he's been screwing Hayato... all this time I thought Sai was my safe haven and it turns out he was a sick and depraved as me!" rage boiled inside of Naoko, the man visibly shivering as he tried to keep himself from grabbing whatever he could and sending it flying.
"Kissing Shou, Kissing Sai... it's all the ******** same! I tried it, Ryu! Shou IS my brother, much as he's trying to hide it! How sick is that?!" the blond raged, slamming a fist into the wall.
He paused, walking back over to the bedside and picking up his cell phone. "I can't stay here right now... I need to work off some steam." was the only explanation Ryu was going to get before he grabbed his discarded clothes and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Once dressed, the pianist checked his text messages. Apparently, there was one from Chiyou...
'Sure. How about we go to Minina's Cafe? I'll meet you in an hour. If you get there before me, get a table in the back. I don't want to attract attention right now.' he replied back, heading down the stairs and outside.
Which was true. With as pissed as the man was, he was sure to attract unwanted eyes. He just wanted some place quiet where he could relax... or vent...
Before long, he was in his own car, backing out of the drive, and joining the traffic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:21 am
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"I'm not asking you to drive because of the doctors, Tanaka-san." Akihiko spoke as he fastened his seat belt. He had climbed into his own car, though why he had one was beyond even him. "I don't KNOW how to drive." the musician shrugged. "I've always had people chauffeur me around. Never saw the need."
Smirking, the young Koyasu watched as Michi got comfortable and they set out. "Look, it'll be fine. If I get a headache, well, we can easily explain to any media present that I've been having migraines lately, a side effect of the lighting that was used at this charity concert thing..." he waved a hand, as if it explained everything.
"Besides, if Shou-san knows there was a chance at amnesia, then telling him I actually have it, isn't such a bad thing. Especially if the two of us are supposed to be working together." Akihiko smirked slightly, "AND... I'd rather not keep him waiting. According to Lucky-san, he's already been kept waiting for far too long now... I've been absent from interviews and press releases... it's time for me to start working again, ne?"
Of course, he hadn't really thought about how he'd answer questions in interviews... especially about something he had no memory whatsoever of actually doing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 2:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 2:26 pm
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