Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Splinters of a Song ❯ = track two = ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
= Splinters of a Song =
Warnings and disclaimers same as in the Prologue. Nothing has changed much from that one to this one. Ryuuichi POV again. Mention of Ryuuichi x Touma in this part.
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= Track Two =
I pulled away from those tempting lips to look over my shoulder. That soft, deceptive voice coupled with a slight build and a soft smile hid one of the more vicious people that I knew. Seguchi Touma looked like a wind would blow him away but there was a lot of strength in that frame. He just did not show it. Right now, the look in his cerulean eyes made it rather clear that my current activity was not very welcome.
Choices. Choices. Continuing kissing some stranger or glomping Touma. It was not a hard decision. Wiggling free of the clingy hands cupping my shoulders, I headed for a full out glomp of the blonde sitting on my futon, crying out his name with glee. Tackling Touma was one of my favorite games and now he was somewhere I can tackle him easily! His eyes widen a moment before I hit him, then we were both tumbling on to the floor.
"Ryuuichi!" he squeaked.
"Hey! What the hell?! What are you doing?!"
I raised my head over the coffee table to blink at the woman. In this light, she really did not look at all great. The skirt was too tacky, the shirt too clashy, her hair more stringy than fine. I stared for a moment, trying to remember exactly why I picked her out. Or maybe she was one of those clingy fan types with their evil wicked ways. Her face was a riot of emotions, anger mostly. I sat up, and chewed on a fingertip absently.
"Umm, dunno," I replied after a moment's pause. "What am I suppose to be doing?"
The tone was bland, delivered with enough of my innocent voice and angelic face to have the woman blinking in slight confusion. Touma was not fooled by it. The glance he shot me from the corner of his eyes was enough to give me goose pimples but he still sighed and got up to handle damage control. Touma knew my moods very well indeed.
I picked up Kumagorou and started spinning around the room, swinging the rabbit and singing a child's song. I could hear Touma's soft voice murmuring to the girl and her angry replies, but I didn't let them bother me at all. Too dizzy to stand anymore I flopped onto the futon and hugged Kumagorou to my chest, trying to stop the room from spinning around. I didn't look up even after the door slammed shut and I heard Touma sigh deeply.
"Ryuuichi, why did you bring her here?"
I raised my head so I could see him better. He had that cutely confused expression on his face, his eyebrows raised, his lower lip sticking out a little, his eyes looking directly down at me. Touma always hated surprises. He had that need to be in control of everything just like K. I sat up and patted the cushions next to me smiling at him. After a moment, he crossed the room and sat down next to me, returning the smile.
I put Kumagorou down on the coffee table and maneuvered myself so that I could rest my head in his lap and letting my legs dangle over the futon's side. He stiffened at first, his hands grabbing onto my hair as if he was going to rip my head off his lap. I closed my eyes and rested my hands on my stomache, feeling the tension leave his body and his hands gently combing through my hair. It was a common position for us, his fingers relaxing the tension in my head and me resting in his lap like this. I purred, having always liked a keyboardist's hands touching me. They always knew the right amount of pressure to make the headaches go away.
"Ryuuichi. . ."
I sighed and opened my eyes lazily. A good friend and all, Touma had a bull doggedness about himself and whatever problem that wormed it's way in his head. He won't let me relax until he got an answer.
"I'm horny and she looked like a good lay," I told him, deciding to use the crude approach.
The corner of his lips curled up into a rueful smirk, his fingers rubbing my scalp and working away the forming headache. He tried to school his features into something stern and disapproving, but failing miserably.
"If that woman was what you'd considered a good lay, then I'd hate to see what you dragged home in America."
"Nah, K wouldn't hear of me dragging anyone home without him doing a complete background check and blood test."
"You poor man, was K a tyrant?"
"You have no idea," I chuckled, giving him a wink and closing my eyes. I purred some more, his nimble fingers working through my hair, combing the soft strands with a nearly possessive air. How Touma came to know K and to get a hold of the American when I decided to go to America was beyond my knowledge but I was thankful of his help all the same. Thinking of K had me thinking of that concert earlier and I sat up with a sigh, needing to ask Touma before I forgot completely about what was bothering me.
"Touma, who was that guy?"
"Who? Shindou-kun?"
"No, not him, the other guy."
"The guitarist?"
I shook my head and glared at him. "The other singer. The one with the droopy eyes and the look of a disgruntle postal worker."
"Oh, that was Aizawa-kun of ASK. Why do you think he looks like a disgruntle postal worker?"
I nibbled on my lower lip. "I don't like him, Touma. Neither does Kumagorou. He's. . ." I tired to come up with the appropriate words in Japanese but couldn't think of anything really good so I finished it in English. "Totally ape shit."
Touma's eyebrows rose, frowning at my language. "I think you've spent too much time in America."
"It's true though. I wouldn't be surprised if he goes ape shit over something and start hurting people. He feels. . . bad that way." I played with my necklace, looking down at Touma's hands. "Just watch out around him, okay Touma?"
"I will, Ryuuichi," he replied, rising from his seat. "I have to go, tomorrow is going to be a long day and I need some sleep. But I am glad that you are back home again. Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow?"
I blinked up at him, feeling a pout spread across my lips. Of course Touma would busy tomorrow, being a successful president of a thriving record company but still I had hoped he would stay for a while so we could talk. He smiled at me, holding out a hand to me in a gesture that was mostly American. I gripped his hand and gave it a sharp tug towards me. He squeaked, his legs entangling with mine, one hand going to my shoulder to keep from falling completely against me. I titled my head, brushing my lips against his.
"It's too early to call it a night," I murmured.
He sighed softly, lips parting, his strong keyboardist hands running through my hair as he arched against me. His pressed his lips against mine, so familiar and sweet. The years were swept away and forgotten. There was only this moment and this familiar heat rising between us. A song that had no music and it's only lyrics were the sounds we made striving against each other in tangled sheets until the song ended in a burning flame and was lost for a time. Tangled with each other, we slept.