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K a i - H i g u r i


Kai moaned softly as Naoko reciprocated the knee action that had occurred a bit earlier. He tried to stifle it as much as possible though, feeling that moans were there to make others appear sexy. He felt that he was already drop dead gorgeous as it was.
Of course, since Kai was with a person who looked startlingly like himself, perhaps Naoko didn't need those seductive little mewls either.

"You better finish what you started, because these pants are definitely not staying up."

Kai chuckled.
But before he could reply, he found his lips captured by Naoko's soft own. Those lips worked at his, tongue darting out, begging for entrance.
Kai was beyond eager to satiate Naoko's needs...
But just as he was getting into it—and he felt that NAKO was too—he felt the pianist's alluring mouth pull away yet again.

Kai was about to jump right back to his reply to NAKO's previous statement when the keyboardist spoke.

"Looks like... we have company..."

Kai looked up at Oumori, but saw that the pianist's gaze was going past him at someone else.
The singer backed off for a moment and turned his head, hoping that it wasn't someone who would recognize either of them as stars.

A smile of relief almost appeared when he saw Ishi standing there.
Almost.
Of course, the smile would have been only of relief that it wasn't a complete stranger that would release the news to the public, but it was offset by the down straight guilt that Kai felt when he saw Ishi's expression. It was an absent one, but Kai had enough experience to see that it was more one that didn't want to let the real emotions pass.
Apparently, Ishi had put quite a bit of weight on that one encounter.
Being a gentleman at heart, Kai absolutely hated it when he made people were hurt because of his own actions. Actually, he hated it when people were hurt because of anyone's deliberate actions, but he despised it the most when it was caused by himself.

Torn between finishing up his moment with Naoko and tending to Ishi—his morning's supposed "one night stand"—Kai finally decided that he should try to talk to Ishi.
After all, he was a gentleman before he was anything else.
And Kai knew that he didn't really have much proof—to Ishi, at least—to back that up.
Kai hoped to fix that.

Giving Naoko an apologetic smile and hoping that the keyboardist would understand, Kai stepped away from NAKO completely.
Turning to head toward Ishi, who was still giving off that vacant expression, Kai paused yet again.
This time, it was caused by his own manager's intervention.
Kai listened to Izzy's caustic remarks of loathing toward Ishi about himself and Naoko.
But this was his manager, and Kai thought it best not to get angry that his manager happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Actually, Kai remembered that it was his own fault for having called Izzy out here in the first place.

Goddamn you can be stupid sometimes...
He knew that he was digging himself a deeper and deeper pit. How wonderful.

When Izzy finished, Kai stepped forward, hands in his pockets.
Sheepishly, he looked between Ishi and Izzy, not exactly sure how he could come into the matter, even if he desperately wanted to.
And for once in Kai's life, he actually looked like he wasn't his 'cool' self. Kai was actually not feeling in control of the situation, which was something that he rarely ever felt.
Not wanting to be impolite by speaking for Ishi, but knowing that Ishi was deaf and all, Kai replied, "His name is Ishi. He's the drummer for NAKO's band."
Kai gestured to the man behind him with which he had, until recently, been entangled with against the brick wall.

Not sure if speaking for Ishi was the most polite thing to do, or the most gentlemanly thing for that matter, Kai cleared his throat.
"Excuse me for a moment," he murmured to his manager, seeming to have completely changed from his demeanor at their last encounter.
Turning to Ishi, all he could really find it in himself to say was, "Are you... all right?"
Kai hoped, honest to god, that the drummer didn't feel strongly about what happened this morning.
Because honestly, Kai didn't really put much weight on it himself. It happened all the time.

((Soooo out of character, but hey, at least I posted. I figured that Kai was too much of a gentleman at heart to not fix things, so... -_-"))

Ni

Ni waited for Ishi to respond. He really hoped Ishi would teach him and that he hadn't in some way offended him. He was happy when Ishi smiled at him and did the sigh for music. He copied the movement once Yamamato had told him what it meant. "Like that?" he asked. He wanted to make sure he had done it right. He committed the sign to memory and hoped to learn more soon. He watched as Ishi signed something to Yamamato. He was surprised Ishi had offered to get him a drink. He smiled and nodded. "Sure," he said.

He got up and followed after Ishi after staying in the room for a bit. He had missed him at the elevator and had to wait for the next one. He pressed a button and waited for the elevator to come. When it finally did he quickly got in and pushed the ground floor button. He waited as the elevator went down and finally opened up again on the ground floor. He left the elevator and quickly caught up to Ishi. He wondered what Ishi was staring at and turned his head to look. He was shocked by what he saw and a faint blush colored his cheeks as he started to stare too.

Apperently no one had noticed him as the scene slowly broke up and Naoko walked away. He stood quietly. If need be he would interveen. The scene looked like it had shocked Ishi the most.

Naoko smirked slightly, waving one hand in the air as he passed the silent statue that was Ni.
"I'll tell him. Oh," he looked back over his shoulder, "If you get some free time, Kai, you should visit him. Ryu's in the hospital."
And without another word or an explanation of what had happened to the violinist, NAKO disappeared out of the alley and onto the street.
He kept his jacket buttoned around him, taking a long drag of his cigarette before angrily flicking the ashes to the concrete.
'Way to make me feel even more guilty, Kai...' the pianist thought, feeling worse and worse about the unexpected encounter with each passing moment.
He had wanted sex... wanted it badly... and with Ryu in the hospital that wasn't an option.
So what had Naoko done? He had gone and tried to get screwed by the 'next best thing' as some would say.
The blond was disgusted at himself.
And yet he couldn't talk to anyone about how he felt. If he told Ryu, it would make the violinist feel like used goods... and if he told Nakai, it would make the singer feel like a substitute.
"Kuso..." Naoko cursed softly as he walked, getting angrier and angrier at himself by the minute.

Kawamura Ishi

Even after he collided with Izzy, Ishi could not tear his eyes away from Kai and Naoko. It was because of this that every word the slightly shorter man spoke went completely over his head, though this was a very common occurrence in Ishi’s case.
In many ways he felt almost embarrassed to have broken up Kai and NAKO’s… engagement. Or at least he assumed (hoped?) that he was the reason one of the two blonde musicians broke away to walk towards him. Ishi had wanted that, right? Even so, it was only after Kai approached that Ishi was able to fix his attention on Izzy, who wore the look of someone who was expecting an answer. In hopes that it had been a yes or no question, Ishi just nodded his head, giving a little noncommittal shrug. He could not stop his eyes from creeping back to Kai.

He frowned a little at the explanation Kai gave, not because it was incorrect, but because it meant he had responded to the original question wrong. This irked Ishi more than it normally would. He took a good deal of pride in being able to function as anyone else would. Other people did not nod when asked their names.
The drummer still wore the small frown as Kai asked if he was all right. Ishi looked away once more, while his mind scrambled for an answer that he simply did not have. He was grateful for Naoko’s interruption at first, as it gave him another moment to gather himself, but at the same time, Ishi found himself a little ashamed. He had interrupted something after all, something he was not sure he had the right to interrupt.
Ishi could not tell if NAKO was being sarcastic or not, but however he’d intended it, Ishi’s new band mate was wrong about he and Kai having to “patch up their romance.” How could one patch something that had never been there to begin with?

And, in the end, Ishi supposed that this was what it came down to. Ishi had not thought of himself as a possessive, and he did not really intend to become one, not when it had only been one morning and a few hours with Kai. Was he all right? Well, if he weren’t right now, he would be soon.
That did not keep him from being downright pissed in that moment. Ishi was not sure why he was so angry, because it had to be anger he was feeling, which only served to make him angrier.
It was because of this that, after he was sure he had Kai’s attention, that Ishi smiled and shrugged, eyes shifting from Kai’s face to Naoko’s retreating back, and back again. He repeated the sign he’d shown the singer that very morning, two fingers sweeping away from the forehead, I understand, and slapped Kai with all he had.
Somehow this did not make him feel as good as he’d hoped it would.
Noticing Ni for the first time, Ishi beckoned to his band mate to follow him, then as a second thought, he gently took Ni’s elbow and started walking briskly away from that man. That infuriating man. He wasn’t even sure exactly where he was going, just that he was going away, and trying not to shake any harder than he already was from the small burst of adrenaline while doing so.

((Ryu's the one I feel bad for!))

K a i - H i g u r i


Kai was, of course, startled by the slap, just like anyone would be. Even if one were to ever expect to be struck, one could never really prepare oneself enough to actually be hit without that reactionary incredulity.
And Kai had definitely not expected that strike.
Sure, he expected some rebuke somehow, or perhaps some tears, which was the usual, but certainly not a slap.
But at least Kai knew one thing for sure, and that was that Ishi had definitely put more weight on the morning than Kai had.
And for some reason, Kai felt even more guilty with that realization.

The singer looked up at Ishi's and Ni's retreating backs, not sure what to think about it.
And for some reason, Kai felt a hint of jealousy himself rise up when he saw the way that Ishi was leading Ni by the elbow. The action, though simple, almost seemed intimate, as if they were sharing a secret of which Kai would be forever left out.
That thought made him want to seriously punch a wall. And had it not been for the fact that he still was in his relative right mind to remember that he had fans out there who would notice his injuries, Kai probably would have made brutal contact with the brick wall behind him.

Instead, Kai just stood there, staring after Ishi and Ni with an expression that he himself couldn't even fathom. He couldn't describe the way he was feeling either. It was almost like a slow progression of emotions moving through his minds in a grand circle, each always coming back, but then replaced by another. The emotions were too much to be felt at the same time, and so they just took turns sweeping through him.

Kai felt guilt, first of all, for everything that he had done today. Sure, occasionally, the singer felt a little guilt—or more so pity—for those that ended up in this situation with him. But for some reason, this specific situation brought him actual genuine guilt, and that emotion was almost foreign to the singer.
He felt guilt not only for supposedly 'betraying' Ishi, which, in his defense, was something that he didn't know about—he had no idea that Ishi had been so serious about the morning, whereas Kai had just been doing his regular player thing—but also for leaving Naoko like that. Naoko, no doubt, probably held quite a bit of anger toward Kai for dropping their moment like that just for Naoko's drummer. That suggested that Kai valued Ishi over Naoko, which was something that Kai was sure wasn't true. Of course, he wasn't sure what was the truth of the matter either.

Secondly, Kai felt disappointment.
He actually felt disappointment.
It was in his nature to feel that Naoko's and Ishi's retreating figures were temporarily 'lost action.'
After all, Kai had to say that those... moments with the both of those two were miraculously wonderful. They were better than most.
And now, Kai realized that it was his roundabout fault that both of these figures were walking away angrily, no doubt directing their frustration toward the singer.

But because of his inherent disappointment, Kai then felt a strong wave of self-loathing.
He couldn't believe that, even though he called himself a 'gentleman,' he was actually feeling disappointed about such a shallow thing as lost sex.
He had just hurt two people that he actually had taken quite a liking to, and all he could think about for a moment was action in bed.
For a moment, Kai was absolutely disgusted with himself, horrified that he would actually be so superficial as to worry about something so selfish when he had hurt two others quite badly, or so he presumed.
Kai felt that he had no right to really call himself a gentleman at this point in time.

But after that wave of self-loathing came the wave of self-pity.
The singer was pitying himself for being placed in so miserable a situation, even though he had somewhat brought it upon himself.
Still, Kai felt terribly sorry for himself that he was in such a downright unpleasant spot.
He had started the day off wonderfully!
Then, the singer had gone off to work to do what he did, recording at breakneck speed.
A song even started wafting through his brain. An almost thoroughly complete song.
That seldom ever happened.
Then he found out that the rest of the day was canceled, and though he was disappointed in that, he couldn't actually be brought down by just how utterly awesome the rest of the day had been so far.
Going off, Kai had only had in mind to have some fun.
Of course, with this specific singer's version of 'fun,' it was more risky than other, more conventional definitions.
But Kai had went at it anyways, and landed himself in this stinking hell hole.
The day had been so bright, but now it just seemed overcast.
And though it was due to his own doing, Kai still felt sorry for himself.

And because of that, the wave of self-hatred came back. The cycle went full circle again and again, never really stopping.
Kai suddenly felt sick, though he knew that he didn't want to sleep right now. Seeing a bed would make him feel even worse.
With that thought in mind, Kai walked off the opposite direction of Naoko and called down his chauffeur.
The singer was going to go home to his apartment—which was actually surprisingly normal considering his other, more grand tastes—listen to some soothing music (probably of himself), and sip down a nice large glass of good old Chateau Le Pin 1982, which was a relatively costly wine which Kai kept around for 'emergency' purposes.
Of course, when he bought it, he never thought that he'd be wallowing away such a circumstance.
But well, there was a first for everything.

((God I feel like such an *ss, even if it's my character and not me. xD
Throughout all of this, I think I feel the worst for Naoko, actually.))

(( Fixed. Had to re-read what he had said so I just changed the post a little ))