A Rather Unusual Request
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Author's Note: I'm back! Here's chapter four of A Rather Unusual Request. Sorry it's taken so long to put up, but I've been busy with school. Hopefully chapter five won't take as long! A Rather Unusual Request Part 4
"What's going on here?" The situation had gone from being classified under 'Disasterous' to 'The Apocolypse Will Come When This Is Solved', and Hiro knew this simply because Shuichi was using his serious voice. Not the voice he used when dancing around, not the tone he used for whining, the voice he used...well...for situations like this.
"I should go." Suguru began to stand, testing his mobility after the assualt on his nerves.
"Wait. Fujisaki. Suguru. Stay, please. Shuichi, could you give us some time alone?" With a nod Shuichi stood, the crunching of locks marking his departure.
"Nakano. I really think it's best if I leave." A sharp, unexpected tug on his shirt resulted in him siting on Hiro's lap.
"You're staying, we need to talk." Fujisaki hung his head dejectedly, an ominous feeling suffusing through the air. The cuff of his sleeve suddenly looked like a very appealing thing to direct his attention towards
"I'm willing to overlook this incident and move past it if you are." He averted his attention from his sleeve and place a sembelance of a smile upon his bruised lips. "I feel that would be best for our professional relationship." Stretching his cuff over his fingers Suguru placed his hand to the side of his neck, concealing the blossoming hickey there.
"And what about our personal relationship?" The posed question was soft, the syllables not lingering as they do with some questions
"Hiro..."
"Well. You might be willing to forget this, but I did attempt that for a reason. I suppose it's pointless to hide it now. I'm attracted to you. No, I'm in love with you."
"Don't say that. Don't say that, don't think it, don't mean it. Don't make it harder to ignore what I've been feeling. Do you have any idea what this could do to Bad Luck? How many bands have broken up because of romances gone bad?" A tear, unbidden, slid past his eyelids, caught only for a moment in his dark eyelashes, then continued, only to be brushedaway by a finger calloused from guitar strings.
"I'll leave for a while, go talk to Shuichi. If you leave, I'll forget this, if you're still here we'll talk more. Okay?" A simple, curt nod was his response. Hiro scooted Fujisaki off his lap and went to the door, turning first the lock, then the knob. "Oh, and Suguru?"
"Yes?"
"Just don't let the romance go bad." With that, Hiro was gone.
TBC...
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Author's Note: I'm back! Here's chapter four of A Rather Unusual Request. Sorry it's taken so long to put up, but I've been busy with school. Hopefully chapter five won't take as long! A Rather Unusual Request Part 4
"What's going on here?" The situation had gone from being classified under 'Disasterous' to 'The Apocolypse Will Come When This Is Solved', and Hiro knew this simply because Shuichi was using his serious voice. Not the voice he used when dancing around, not the tone he used for whining, the voice he used...well...for situations like this.
"I should go." Suguru began to stand, testing his mobility after the assualt on his nerves.
"Wait. Fujisaki. Suguru. Stay, please. Shuichi, could you give us some time alone?" With a nod Shuichi stood, the crunching of locks marking his departure.
"Nakano. I really think it's best if I leave." A sharp, unexpected tug on his shirt resulted in him siting on Hiro's lap.
"You're staying, we need to talk." Fujisaki hung his head dejectedly, an ominous feeling suffusing through the air. The cuff of his sleeve suddenly looked like a very appealing thing to direct his attention towards
"I'm willing to overlook this incident and move past it if you are." He averted his attention from his sleeve and place a sembelance of a smile upon his bruised lips. "I feel that would be best for our professional relationship." Stretching his cuff over his fingers Suguru placed his hand to the side of his neck, concealing the blossoming hickey there.
"And what about our personal relationship?" The posed question was soft, the syllables not lingering as they do with some questions
"Hiro..."
"Well. You might be willing to forget this, but I did attempt that for a reason. I suppose it's pointless to hide it now. I'm attracted to you. No, I'm in love with you."
"Don't say that. Don't say that, don't think it, don't mean it. Don't make it harder to ignore what I've been feeling. Do you have any idea what this could do to Bad Luck? How many bands have broken up because of romances gone bad?" A tear, unbidden, slid past his eyelids, caught only for a moment in his dark eyelashes, then continued, only to be brushedaway by a finger calloused from guitar strings.
"I'll leave for a while, go talk to Shuichi. If you leave, I'll forget this, if you're still here we'll talk more. Okay?" A simple, curt nod was his response. Hiro scooted Fujisaki off his lap and went to the door, turning first the lock, then the knob. "Oh, and Suguru?"
"Yes?"
"Just don't let the romance go bad." With that, Hiro was gone.
TBC...