Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Italian Sushi ❯ Talk the Talk ( Chapter 14 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Time has a funny way of passing you by when you're hiding in the backseat of a truck with your ears covered so you don't hear the terrible singing from your boyfriend. But as long as Tsume is distracted he'll be in Rome in no time. He just wished the model didn't open the window to let out the smoke and smell of his cigarette; the air is a bit chilly, chilly enough that he sneezed at one point but thankfully Tsume had the music up very loud at that particular song so he wasn't heard. But sometime during the drive Toboe unknowingly drifted to sleep a deep sleep at that because he never heard the radio turn off, or feel the car stop and by the time his eyes drift back open.....

"Hungry?" Tsume says in close proximity. "Here. I didn't know what you liked so I got the menu." He pokes the boy on the forehead with a wrapped breakfast sandwich.

Snickering, Toboe pats his forehead before taking the sandwich. "Thanks." Standing with his back hunched due to the roof of the car, he takes a seat then stretches his legs out to remove the cramps from them. Unwrapping the food, he takes a big bite chewing it happily while looking about the location they're in.

Cocking his head, Tsume smirks shaking his head in dismay before sitting back more comfortably in the backseat to eat as well.

"Where are we?" Toboe asks after a minute or so.

"Hn. You know we're in Rome, stow-away."

Blushing at the fact that Tsume made the word come off as his name, Toboe figits in his seat. "Are you really mad?"

"Are you kidding, I just about mauled you when I found out you were back here." He reaches out brushing his fingers through the boys hair. "You know Kiba is going to kill you."

Toboe swallows hard at that statement. "I know," He says lamely. "But Tsume I have to be with you!"

His pleaded words seemed to stab the man causing him to look at his lap ruefully. "I have to be with you too, but Toboe you're leaving in two days."

"So." He shrugs.

"Sooo, so. So we can't keep playing these kissing games, its not gonna end well for either of us." He drops the sandwich, half covered in his wrapping, into one the bags between them. Kissing the male on top of his head. "And as much as I want to continue having this little breakfast picnic with you, I'm running late." Climbing out of the backseat Tsume walks around to the front of the car climbing into the drivers side.

Feeling guilty, Toboe slowly chews on hash brown disk wondering if a 'sorry' will cover it. 'But at least he isn't mad, or planning on sending me back with Kiba and Hige.' His appetite returns.

"Hand me a sandwich." He reaches his right hand over his shoulder between the opening of the passanger and the drivers seat.

Slyly smiling Toboe responds in a teasing tone. "Wouldn't you like it better if I fed you?"

"Oh sure!" Tsume humors him. "And when we get into an accident and die we won't have to worry about our future because the Gods will send me to Hell for touching a minor."

Rolling his eyes, he hands the man a sandwich. "I didn't know you believed in the Gods."

"I don't, but you never know."

"Mhm. ....Thanks for letting me stay with you, Tsume."

"Do I have a choice."

"Not really." He smiles shaking his head.

The two drive in verbal silence but music is playing so its not uncomfortable. But still..... Toboe can feel a presence is his chest, foreign and painful. He sips his orange juice gingerly.

..................

"Tsume, where the hell were you- babysitting?" The director asks when looking at Toboe standing beside Tsume.

"Something like that."

"We can't have you being late, get to hair and make-up." The man eyes Toboe once more then walks away in a huff.

Glaring, Toboe thinks to himself. 'What a creep. The modeling people are much nicer than movie people.' Turning to Tsume he asks. "Tsume what did that guy say?"

"Nothing important, forget him." A hand on the boy's shoulder, he leads him to a small white trailer. "Wait outside, there isn't enough room in there with everyone poking and moving about."

"Okay." Standing outside of the trailer Toboe looks about him. 'So this is a movie set?' Orange gaze looking around in a more photographic way, he plans to tell the other guys at home what it was like. They'll be so jealous. 'Aaa!'

A woman with more beauty than he knew women could have walks right past him, turning her lovely green eyes on him right before she smirked and waved in passing.

Breath held, Toboe wonders. 'Who is that beautiful lady? Is she in the movie or just hanging around for the stars to be? I've heard about those kinds of people but...'

"You look amazing!" Says the director to the woman touching her bare shoulder. "Let's get you over here, Tsume's still in make-up."

Cocking a brow, Toboe wonders what the man said, though, he did understand Tsume. 'Don't tell me that she's the woman he's acting with?' He can feel that tingling again, its bubbling like it wants to come out of him through a scream but he won't allow that, he won't embarrass himself infront of strangers by screaming or crying like a child, he's sixteen after all- a man, men don't cry. But he can't remove the itchy feeling shifting around his body at least he couldn't until the door to the make-up room opens and out steps Tsume to erase it all.

"Wow Tsume, you look gorgeous."

Brow raised the man says. "Only women are gorgeous, but thank you."

Following behind him, Toboe says. "Speaking of gorgeous, who's that lady with the black hair and green eyes?"

"Nilia Gristen, my movie girlfriend."

"I thought so," He says heavy hearted.

"Toboe, are you sure you wanna stay with me, I can call a cab to take you to my penthouse."

"No." He says quietly then quickly perks up. "I mean, no way! I'll stay here, I've never seen a movie set or movie being made before. Will they let me stay?"

"I'll ask."

Picking their way through the lights cables and moving men, set people and what not they locate the director sitting in a directors chair behind a camera that looks more like television then a camera.

"Paolo?"

That was all Toboe could make out as Tsume spoke quickly with the man in Italian, the director looked Toboe over a second then replied just as quickly, though, not as romantically as Tsume made it sound since the man has sort of a higher tone with a bit of smokers grisle behind it.

"He says you can stay but you have to be quiet."

The man speaks again; Toboe turns his eyes to Tsume asking without question, 'what did he say?'.

"He says the snack table is over there." He points.

Looking to where the model is pointing Toboe nods wondering what that has to do with anything. He's not some dumb kid that needs snacks to make him sit still and behave. Tsume walks over to the table grabbing a chair setting it beside the director.

"Is that what you meant?" Toboe asks taking a seat.

"Everyone on set!" A man shouts.

There is a flurry of movement from here and there Toboe can hardly keep his smile down seeing Tsume sitting on a large prop train. Its sliced open so you can see inside but it looks very real on the screen as Toboe shifts his eyes up and down from set to screen.

The woman with the dark hair walks in, she looks even more beautiful on camera. She glances around the train then spots a seat next to Tsume; who's reading a newspaper.

Toboe listens to what seems to be excuse me, then she's apparently asking to sit beside him. Tsume says 'I'm sorry, I don't speak the best Italian.' to the woman in Japanese.

"I am sorry," Nilia says in english now. "May I sit?"

Nodding, Tsume scoots over a bit to make room for her.

Leaning over to the director, Toboe asks. "If its a silent movie, how come they're talking?" He prayed it came out alright, he hates speaking english it really embarrasses him.

"Quiet kid. We edit the voices out later."

"Oh. That must be hard."

"Sssshhhh!!!!!" Four people hiss at him.

"Alright, I'm sorry." He says a little too loudly.

Again he's answered with, "Ssshhhhh!!!!!!!!"

Hands up in defense he closes his mouth. The movie rolled along for hours with a few breaks here and there, those being the parts Toboe loved since Tsume came over to him and he could tell him how good he thought he was and the man would share a snack with him. Nilia was there one time and she talked to Tsume saying 'hello' to him in english, he blushed saying 'hello' back.

"How do you know Tsume?" Her broken tone asks.

"I met him in Japan." He's glad that someone speaks just as average as he does.

Nodding she smiles. "He is very nice, yes?"

"Uh-huh. I like him a lot."

"Me too." She smiles then walks off.

Glaring Toboe asks. "What did she mean by that?"

"Beats me. Listen Toboe, its getting late and you're probably hungry. I can have a pizza sent to my place and get you a cab over there, why not go?"

"Because I wanna stay here with you. And the snacks here are filling enough."

"Yeah, sweets and vegetable sticks what a meal." Wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulders he leads him back over to the director. "It shouldn't be too much longer."

"Alright. I'm not leaving without you Tsume."

"I know." He was just glad that no one here speaks Japanese.

"I love you."

Toboe, it seems, has just thought the same thing. "I love you too."

Smiling as though he just got all he needed he takes a seat with the director.

"Action!"

And just like that Nilia walks up to Tsume, wraps her arms around him, and kisses him.

"......Tsume!" The boy cried out.

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"I can't believe you would kiss her right infront of me like that!" Toboe huffs as he's lead off set by the scruff of his shirt. "What were you thinking?!" He hollars when they reach the street, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Oh, you're right. I should have gotten script approval from you or maybe saw to it that the director be more sensative to my jealous boyfriend by telling him that Nilia and I fake a kiss."

"You didn't have to french her." Snaps the boy enraged, then in his best Kiba tone he says. "And don't make fun of me Keina!" He attempts to wriggle free.

Tightening his grip the actor model says. "I'm not, I'm being completely serious; that woman is an actress and I am an actor- or at least I might be if someone will stop fucking up my chances."

"Oh real mature to say that from this one time." Mocks the boy adjusting his released clothing.

"What 'one time', you've been on my ass since I brought you here!"

Toboe scoffs crossing his arms.

Taking out his phone Tsume calls for a cab receiving the stink eye from his young lover the entire call.

"And is there a sex scene? I know how these dirty Italians like to flirt."

"I'm sending you to my house and you're gonna stay there, safe and sound, and out of my hair until I get back."

"Whatever."

"Likewise." Retorts the male.

After a moment of silence Toboe says. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Are you sleeping with her? Start a stupid family then have the nerve to name one of the ugly brats after your male lover- that's really sick, Tsume, really sick."

Bored expression on his face the model answers the accused question with- "You really are a dumb pup, aren't you?"

The cab pulls in.

"Go home." Tsume insists.

"Gladly." Slamming the door of the cab, he looks out the window. "I hope your movie bombs!"

"Brat."

The cab pulls away. It did not get far, though, because as it reached the end of the street at a corner a tall and slender man appears as if out of nowhere beside it, knocking on the window.

"Excuse me," He says when the man pulls it down. "may I split a cab with you?" This he says to Toboe.

The cabby glances to the backseat; Toboe shrugs indifferently. "Let him do what he wants." His voice still carries snark and huff in it as though Tsume is still with him.

Smiling the stranger climbs into the backseat beside the boy.

"Where to?"

"Just drive, I'll tell you when." Says the man. Looking now at Toboe he says kindly. "Thanks for letting me split with you."

Toboe looks at the man, head cocking as he takes in the pale looks of the man, hair a dark purple spiked out in back, but the thing about him that made Toboe blush a bit are his two colored eyes one blue and the other gold- like Tsume.

"You're really handsome." He heard himself say before he could stop it.

Snickering, the male says. "Thank you, I think."

"Huh?"

"You just used such a hard tone, I'm not so sure it was meant as a compliment."

"It was, its not that. I'm just mad at someone."

"Mm? Who?" He raises a thin purple brow.

"You don't know him."

"I might." The man shrugs. "My name is Darcia Rosalini, by the way." He holds out a hand. "And you?"

"Darcia? As in the singer?"

"The one and only."

Toboe felt strange suddenly. He had no idea that Darcia lived-... or that he'd ever meet the man that first slept with Tsume- his Tsume. "I... I..." He stammers.

Darcia smiles. "Don't you even know your own name?"

"Its Toboe Wolf," He says outright then mutters a bit. "Bu- but you're Darcia, the Darcia."

"Mhm. Are you a fan?"

"I've never heard a song of yours a day in my life, but you're the one that Tsume told me about."

Darcia snickers causing the boy to release his bitter sitting position to replace it with a defensive one. "I couldn't help but notice that the two of you were having an arguement; what about?"

"As if I'd tell you, and what were you doing at the studio anyway? You still stalking him or something?"

"Hn. Stalking. And can I assume that this sudden attitude is due to the fact that Mr. Keina is running his mouth again about me?"

Shrugging, the young male says coolly. "He might have mentioned you but, I keep him so busy I doubt he has time to think about anything else."

A seductive laugh exits the mans mouth. "I never would have guessed."

"Guessed what?"

"That Tsume would find his self some bright young thing."

"Shut up! Tsume isn't like you."

This intriuged the man because he didn't know that he was a 'type'. "Do tell, what this type is Toboe."

"Don't say my name, and you know what type I mean- molester!" He accused.

It started as a quaint smirk before exploding into a barked laugh. "His hatred still burns for me even after all these years. I should tell you, though, what happened between Tsu' and me is our business but since you know some of the details I may as well fill in the blanks. Tsu' stalked me from the moment I made eye contact at one of my shows that kid popped up everywhere, he wanted me," The word dripped from his mouth like acid. "and did not hide it even slightly. So one day he came to my dressing room for an autograph or something throwing off more arrogance than a punk kid needs too but I offered myself to him just to see the outcome; I've never been with a male before that day and..." He trailed off smiling at his personal time with the man.

Staring with interested ears. "What?"

"My little experiment got out of hand and we had sex."

"You don't accidently have sex!" Belted the boy.

"But we did," He sighs. "it was incredible. I never had anything like that in my life and," With a shrug he says. "I thought, as we lay there, this will be my secret from the world- like having my own attractive doll to play with."

Growling in the manner he's, from afar, heard his brother use when he's beyond words Toboe snaps. "You called him a play thing, get it right you dumb fuck! Do you have any idea how much that hurt Tsume?"

"It must have, because Tsu' hooked up with a twelve year old."

"I'm sixteen! Not that that's any of your business, and Tsume" He stressed, tired of hearing the man say his lovers name in such a friendly term. "and I are just friends."

"Tch. There's no such thing as 'just friends' when you're horny, only a warm, soft place to stick it that, hopefully, won't tell."

That did it. "Get out!"

Laughing the man seemed to make himself more comfortable to say. "Or what?"

"I scream that you're molesting me, and with my range your reputation will be dead by the time you pull the handle on the door. The whole city will banish you and so will the rest of Italy." Proud that he paled the male into silence, he takes triumph in having that means to make a person nervous, trash talk if he needed to.

Out of the cab, the singer leans in through the window. "He'll hurt you boy, once he feels that his hold on you is slipping, he's gonna drop you fast."

Trying not to listen, Toboe crosses his arms and looks out the opposite window. "Driver, weren't you supposed to take me somewhere?"

Nodding the man pulls back into the street, leaving Darcia seething behind it.