S-CRY-ed Fan Fiction ❯ In Love with a Friend ❯ The Horror! THE HORROR! ( Chapter 3 )

Welcome to Chapter three, and considering that I didn't go to sleep last night, this is going to slightly longer than usual. Sorry for the wait. You can blame the three cans of soda I chugged at about 2 am to finish watching Phantom of the Opera. ^^

 

 

I'm wondering if there's anyone out there you would be kind enough to beta for me. I would be mucho grateful… Thank you so much to the following reviewers for taking the time out to make me feel better.

 

 

Nasyki: Thanking you so much for your constructive criticism, I know I'm probably screwing up by thanking you for it, but I don't mind. ^_^ I want to improve.

 

 

Kayori: ^^ It's no problem, really. It's saves me from having to pull something out of my ass for a story. I had not idea I had so many hits until you mentioned it to me and it still freaking amazes me. Thanks for your speedy and continuous reviews. (glomps)

 

 

SnakeMistress: You just know Ryuho would pull pranks if he was a normal person (insert quotes) ^^ Yes, he's an evil snerky bastard… with a 24 hour hard on ^__^ Poor Kazuma. I think Kazuma would be so amusing drunk off his ass, but alas, it doesn't happen. T_T

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own s-CRY-ed or any of the other afore mentioned patented products mentioned in this story.

 

 

Warning: This story contains explicit content not suitable for people under the age of 18, if you are under aged or the prospect of sex between two males disturbs you, this is not for you.

 

 

In Love With a Friend

 

 

Ryuho stared at the dark mahogany liquid floating in his coffee cup, Kazuma would be up soon… And he prayed, for the life of him, that Kazuma didn't remember a thing from last night. He stared as his reflection solemnly as he noted dark circles around red eyes, he needed sleep…

 

 

When he heard the door creak open to the kitchen, he watched as a sleep mussed Tachibana walked in. He choked on his coffee, shoulders shaking and eyes glued shut. The younger boy obviously had not looked in the mirror yet.

 

 

He eyed the snickering Ryuho oddly, what was so funny? It had to be pretty hilarious if it made Ryuho laugh, of all people. Pouring himself a cup of coffee as well, he sat down next to the shaking and sputtering Ryuho.

 

 

“What's so funny…?” Ryuho didn't answer him, he just laughed harder into the hand that was covering his mouth. The door creaked open again, signaling the entrance of a certain brunette and he immediately sobered up, once again staring somberly into the dark fluid swishing around in his cup.

 

 

“Good morning Kazuma!” Tachibana's voice was a cheer as ever, making his head throb. Kazuma turned to glance at his friend, stopping dead, eyes turning into o's the size of baseballs.

 

 

“A-Asuka?” Gazing up at Kazuma, he stared at him irritatingly as the taller boy suddenly cracked up, tears leaking down the side of his face as he clutched his stomach in an effort to restrain himself.

 

 

 

“What the HELL is so funny?!” Kazuma struggled to answer, gasping for breath between his chortling, but failing miserably every time he looked back at the purple-haired boy.

 

 

 

“Heh… Y-Your face…HA!” What was wrong with his face?! He lifted his fingers to run through tangled purple locks tiredly and paled as his hands found… air. His eyes got ridiculously wide and teary as he felt over his head, feeling random clumps and patches of his hair… just gone.

 

 

“W-Wha?!….?!” Kazuma laughed harder, leaning on the wall for support as he gazed upon Ryuho's magnificent piece of artwork. Revenge was so sweet.

 

 

“Can I call you spot now?” Falling down to his knees, Asuka wailed, pulling off a outrageously accurate impersonation of sailor moon, tears flowing three feet off the face and such. The sharpie smeared, causing his brilliance to smudge a bit, but one could still see the happy little designs he'd had drawn when he had gotten board of shaving.

 

 

Ryuho only smiled behind his coffee, eyes twinkling as Kazuma stared at him, silently congratulating him for their triumph over the evil Tachibana. He gave him a small thumbs up, grinning wide as he walked over to the table, wobbling slightly from the hangover and fixed himself some cereal.

 

 

“Don't worry, it grows back! It'll just take a while… that's all…” Asuka's lower lip trembled as he continued to wail, running out the room and into the bathroom for some damage control.

 

 

Other than the loud screeching noises from their bathroom, breakfast was silent, neither of them wanting to break the silence and wanting to revel in the pained screams that shook the windows of the house.

 

 

Ryuho was more nervous than he cared to admit as he shifted in his chair, the awkward silence becoming unbearable as Tachibana finally calmed down. Did Kazuma remember anything from last night?

 

 

I didn't appear that way… Kazuma seemed just as normal as every other day. Ryuho knew if he had remembered, he would've been stammering and blushing as soon as he saw the older boy. Kazuma was just sitting there, eating his cereal slower than usual. Ah, the hangover must have finally got to him. Pulling a small bottle of pills from his pocket, he gently slid two over to his sleepy friend, who swallowed them gratefully.

 

 

Kazuma's head had been killing him. As much as he enjoyed seeing Tachibana after Ryuho had worked his magic, his banshee like screaming only made his head hurt

worse, as did the lack of oxygen flowing to his brain as he choked on his own snickering.

 

 

When Ryuho slid the aspirin towards him, he had thanked whatever angel was watching over him and swallowed them without a second thought, praying that his throbbing head would stop pounding.

 

 

“Watch ya planning for today, hm?” Ryuho was still staring intently into his almost empty cup, brooding silently. He just shrugged, finding that for some reason he was disappointed that Kazuma didn't remember.

 

 

“Well… if your not planning anything…. Would you like to go see a movie or something?” He blinked… Did Kazuma just ask him out? Like on a date?! He looked over at his hung over companion, who was smiling wide, nervousness causing it to falter a bit.

 

 

“Umm… Sure?” The death grip on Kazuma's spoon lightened slightly at his answer and he was suddenly compelled to smile as he saw the bend in the shinning metal. Kazuma gazed at him strangely, eyes widening a fraction.

 

 

“What?…” Kazuma suddenly grinned at him so wide he thought the younger boy's face might crack in half.

 

 

“You just smiled… and it wasn't evil either.” Kazuma sat back, smirking triumphantly at him as he continued to inhale his cereal. He smiled? So?

 

 

“I smile…. Sometimes…” The younger boy lifted a skeptic eyebrow as Ryuho rolled his eyes slightly, lip curling in annoyance.

 

 

“You only smile when your about to bitch slap someone with Zestuei… And even then, it's slightly insane.” Kazuma stuck him tongue out at him, the flash of pink making him latch his hands on to the table to keep himself from taking up on the brunettes offer.

Kazuma noticed his choking grip on the table and eyed him suspiciously.

 

 

“What's up with you? Your acting… weird…” Kazuma snickered to himself, as if Ryuho didn't already act weird enough for the both of them. And people called him a spazz. Ryuho had just been grabbing things randomly, leaving dents all over the house.

 

 

Who knew? Maybe the man had anger problems… He made himself a point to refer the older man to some professional help. Ryuho glared at him through green bangs as he continued to giggle to himself, off in his own little world.

 

 

Picking up one of the sugar packets on the table, he chucked at Kazuma's cackling head and hit him square in the forehead. The younger brunette just stared at him with big confused amber eyes.

 

 

He sighed, finishing his coffee as Kazuma got up to rinse out his bowl, making his way passed the brunette as washing his cup out. The shoulders touched and his heart sped up as Kazuma smiled at him, a fake sense of cockiness in his eyes and a light blush of his golden cheeks. His eye ticked. Hurriedly, he dumped his cup in the dishwasher and walked stiffly out of the room, finding the small space far to suffocating for his liking with Kazuma there.

 

 

~~Blah Blah Blah~~

 

 

He was nervous… so nervous. He was so damn fidgety that he had unbuttoned the snaps on his shirt wrong not once, but three times…It was only twenty minutes until he had to leave with Kazuma to go to the movie, and he was losing his bearings.

 

 

`If I'm like this now… How am I going to act around him all night?' He growled frustradedly as he found he couldn't do the buttons on his shirt properly, ripping it off and carelessly tossing it on his bed. He opted instead for a red polo shirt, so much easier.

 

 

Scurrying around, he finished the miscellaneous tasks he had to complete before leaving, his obsessive compulsiveness rearing it's ugly head as his anxiety grew. He couldn't get his hair the way he wanted it, one side being slightly puffy than the other. He cussed colorfully as he heard a knock on the door to his room.

 

 

Stalking wearily over to the door, he slid it open and lost whatever bearings his OCD had left him with, eyes sliding sensuously down the lithe tan body in front of him. Kazuma had lost the Jacket and the sleeves on his shirt, leaving him in tight leather pants and a form fitting black shirt.

 

 

He drooled, fingers itching to reach out and touch the boy in front of him. He once again grabbed on the doorframe, mentally screaming at himself to get a grip. He couldn't just pin Kazuma down and… and take him, damn it! The thought made him twitch, fingers spasming randomly.

 

 

“Ahhh… Are you a-alright Ryuho?” The waver in his voice was unmistakable as the green haired alter continued to eye him like a piece of meat, making a scarlet color flow over his face as Ryuho raked his eyes over his body leisurely.

 

 

“Mmm… just fine…” When Ryuho didn't snap out of it, he poked him right between the eyes and raised an eyebrow.

 

 

“May I remind you we have a movie to see?” Kazuma coughed slightly as the taller boy brushed past him, making his way to the door and Kazuma followed.

 

The ride was absolutely silent on the way to the theater. Heaven knows that Kazuma wasn't in the mood to say something stupid, and fuck everything up like he just knew he would. Ryuho didn't seem to enlightened to talk either, staring ahead blankly and blinking every so often.

 

 

“You know, it's kinda creepy when you don't blink…” Ryuho shook his head slightly, wandering back from wherever he was as he glanced at the youth next to him.

 

 

“Hm?” Kazuma just blushed… Something, he noticed, that he had been doing a lot lately.

 

 

“You… You never blink…ever, and it's weird…” Kazuma turned even redder when Ryuho glanced at him incredulously. He twiddled his thumbs anxiously as he found the shininess of his pants to be utterly fascinating.

 

 

He suddenly jumped when the vehicle came to a quick halt, throwing him forward against the seatbelt.

 

 

“We're here…”

 

 

~~Blah Blah Blah~~

 

 

Ryuho was at the end of his wits… Apparently, going to see a horror movie with Kazuma hadn't been a good idea. He turned, looking at Kazuma's entirely enraptured face, glowing slightly with the light of the movie. Not paying attention to what happened on the screen, he jerked when Kazuma latched on to him, burying his face into his red polo.

 

 

It was absolutely ridiculous that Kazuma, the mighty shell bullet, scared this easily from a damn horror movie. Not only did he scare unbelievably easily, he leeched when he did, grabbing Ryuho in a death grip whenever something scary popped up.

 

 

God how the world hated him. After about the fourth compulsive glomping from the man he was currently obsessed with, his body had begun to react accordingly. It was the icing on top of the white frosted cake that made up the shit stick story of his life.

 

 

 

 

 

Here he had his beautiful brunette clinging on to him in a dark movie theater with a rampant boner, and he could do nothing about it. It almost killed him as he was hugged for the billionth time, choking on his coke. Today sucked.

 

 

By the time the movie had ended, Ryuho had came out looking like he was struck by lightening. His hair was in all different directions, his clothes rumpled, and he looked like his dog had just died. Damn him wearing underwear two sizes to small just incase of certain things. Certain things that were currently losing blood because of his too tight underwear, cutting off his circulation and making him lightheaded and dizzy… Not to mention his groin felt like it was being squeezed for orange juice.

 

 

`Note to self… Having a boner in public is a better option'

 

 

Kazuma just chatted on beside him happily, not noticing the nauseous look on his friends face. Turning slightly, he nudged him slightly when he stayed silent.

 

 

“Umm… I have to use the bathroom, excuse me a second, would you?” Kazuma nodded and made his way to an empty chair in the lobby as Ryuho ran for the bathroom.

 

 

When he finally found it, his eyes twitched neurotically as he saw the line, his nads screaming at him to move his ass. Racing past, he ignored glaring faces as he ripped open an available stall. He was going commando, baby!

 

 

~~Blah Blah Blah~~

 

 

Okay, I'm ending it there! :P Mwuha! Oh, and by the way, I posted the entire unedited version of the previous chapter for bridging the gap, so go check it out. ^^