薫 (kizuna) wrote in gungho_rodeo, @ 2009-01-24 01:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | kaoru, log, toshiya |
[Kaoru, Toshiya] Dee Double Dare
Notes: Takes place in early-mid-October or so. Public drunkenness is bad for you and your nips, boys.
Long legs. Toshiya had height on him, long limbs that doubled up on Kaoru's shadow. The older man was taking two steps to Toshiya's one, stumbling to keep up with a gait addled and uneven by a night in a bar and each others' comraderie. They had beers under their belt, grins on their lips and Toshiya's hyena laughter in his ear was for the moment the best sound in the world.
"Too much," he said, and reached up the foot it took to grab at Toshiya's hair, yank on it briefly. "Too, too--- too much like me, I swear. You're just copying now."
It was probably be... months since the last time it took so much concentration for Toshiya making something as common as walking, normal walking. His mind was kinda foggy and every step wasn't as straight as the other one and he kept stumbling against his bandmate, other people in the street or against the wall, making him burst in laughter after that.
He then hissed when he felt his hair being pulled and stared at Kaoru with a glare. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" He said, or bettr screamed, since he really couldn't control the volume of his voice at that moment. "You're just..j..j..jealous, because I am super cool and you're...tiny." He giggled and make a heart with his hands.
"Shhh-shh-shh-shh!!" Kaoru's hands jerked up, swatted at the air in front of Toshiya's mouth and, in a few clusmy instances, hit him with uncoordinated and distracted fingers.
"Shhhhh you're loud! Fuck!" He laughed out loud, voice raising the same as Toshiya's had, unconscious competition. "I'm-- I'm not that small. I'm older than you. It-- makes you--- copying." He giggled, not masculine enough a sound to acknowledge later, and he caught Toshiya's arm as he stumbled a bit.
"You gotta do something about that or they'll think we replaced you with a clone of me.. Cut it. Make it pink."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA?" He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at the words that left the older's lips and actually trying not to stumble against kaoru and make them both fall.
"Pink? Youwon't disown me and kick me out of your man, metal, man band if I got pink?" He asked with actually widened eyes, sounded really concerned about the whole thing. "And the fanbase already made the whole asdjakljdsklaskd TWINS stuff, get over it. I am not going to cut it, I like it, and the leather jackets, too. AND WHAT IF I WANT TO GET A GOATEE YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING BECAUSE I AM BIGGER AND I CAN HIT YOU." He said again being a bit too loud. "There I win." He made a V sign with his hand and grinned big.
"I didn't-- to Kyo, when he was pink." Kaoru's eyes blurred on the way up to Toshiya, all extra inches of him, everything shoes and skinniness added that Kaoru sorely lacked alongside. "If I didn't-- to Kyo, I wouldn't to you. Besides!" He laughed abruptly, suddenly, and hit Toshiya's arm lightly as he leant heavily against him at the street corner, waiting for the light. "Besides. My hair was pink. I don't judge against pink."
His eyes skidded up to him, and swithcing his weight to the lamppost, Kaoru leant back and reached up to give a few strands sticking out of Toshiya's chin a tug.
"This is the worst goattee ever. You need to--- to shave it off. All of it off. Just give up. It isn't working. If we find a barbershop open I am making you get a shave."
He rolled his eyes. "When did Kyo get pink, what did I miss?" He said all slurred and then clicked his tongue again. "But you had pink hair when we were all visuaaaaaal and stuff, what If go pink now, first... I will like.. copying Hakuei and then.. what all that bunch of american metal friends you have will think about it."
"Tch.. Tch.." He tried to move away from Kaoru's hands, "I don't have a goatee, silly AND NO BARBERSHOP, WHY DON'T YOU GO AND MAKE YOURSELF OTHER STUPID YAKUZA TATTOO AND LEAVE MY POOR HAIR ALONE" He said, again screaming and with a pout.
A man across the street looked slightly concerned.
Kaoru hiccuped a laugh, reached over and hit Toshiya lightly before grabbing him by the elbow, pulling him across the street.
"You need a tattoo," he said, sounding for a few distracted moments quiet serious about it, "You do. You need one. You and Shinya are being all stubborn and straight about it. I don't need a new one. For a few days. A little while, no. I'm set for now. Where would I get it?" He snorted. "No, a tattoo isn't what I want."
Stumble drag down the street and when he turned the corner and saw a barbershop's familiar sign, it was too perfect.
He crowed victory with a warm laugh and gave Toshiya a hard push towards it.
"Let's fix that head of yours!"
"I don't want a tattoo!!" He said exasperated actually being carried by Kaoru to... wherever Kaoru was going. "I don't like the needles and I actually like my skin, thanks. I don't want people to stare at me like I am somekind of yakuza and I want to go to the onsens with no problems..." When he finally noticed that their destination was a barbershop he tried to move away from it.
"I DON'T WANT TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Fine, fine!" Kaoru smacked at him, pushed him over and peeked in the door. Lights still on and a young guy with decent hair at the counter. Good. Promising already.
"Fine," he said, as he pulled him in the doorway laughing, "Fine, howabout we just start with that pathetic hair on your chin. I won't make you do anything," he said, with a wiked glint to his eye, "that you don't want to do."
He rolled his eyes and followed, or btter said stumbled after, the older inside, kinda eyeing at the guy in the counter. "I barely have hair in my chin, stupid, I dont' need a teenager to shave it for me, Kaoru." He actually felt a bit annoyed, and pouted. "I wanna go home and sleep, Kaoru..."
"Okay, okay, okay."
He took a deep breath tocalm the urge to laugh, bubbling up again. The guy behind the counter was giving them both a weird look, now. That made the fifth tonight. Kaoru pulled him over towartds the counter, a little more cajoling, now, with his brows risen and hopeful and a grin across his lips.
"What do I have to do to get you to change your hair?"
"If you had big boobs I would shave my head for a fuck, but you have not..." He sighed in faked dramatism and dissapointment, staring at Kaoru. "Really, there's nothing you can offer me to change my hair, I like it, it's cool, it looks bettere in me than does in you and that's final." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter, staring at his bandleader.
The number of drinks came into play and it made Kaoru's hairtoss female, his red cheeks flirt. Lifting his hands, he rested them on his own chest, pushing at it to mock cleavage.
"That's no fair, I haven't got the tits to bribe you with..."
He leant over the counter, letting go of his chest, and folded tattooed arms as he looked at the still silent, quirked-eyebrow'd barber attendant with a foolishly charming half-smile.
"He's gonna get a haircut. Just let me convince him."
The man looked at him and grunted an acknowledgement and that was enough for Kaoru. He turned to face Toshiya, seriously, and sat down in one of the empty barbershop chairs, fingers curled on the end in earnest.
"No, think of something. I promise you can pick the hairstyle, as long as it's REALLY different. I'll give you that shirt you're always borrowing from me. No," he amended instantly, frowning, "No, not that shirt, but one of the other ones like it, I'll give you. Or I'll get-- I'll get a piercing, or something... I'll let you be the long haired rock god next year if you give me this one?"
The bassist rolled his eyes and stared at Kaour, not really paying attention to what the older was saying 'till he arrived to the piercing part and Toshiya actually grinned at that. "Okay, fine.. I will cut it but no short, but you're getting pierced your... er...." He tried to think of painful places but since Kaoru tattoed all over his skin he was really kinda get used to that kind of pain. Silent for a second he grinned. "Your nipple." He said with a grin and satisfied moved, sitting down on the chair next to Kaoru's.
So Toshiya picked that threat to latch on to, huh?"
Kaoru leant back in the barbershop chair, tapping his fingertip against his lips thoughtfully. His feet scuffed the floor, turning him in his seat as he moved slightly. Back and forth, and he traced his lips as he mulled over the notion.
He could have picked worse places. Too aware, even drunk, to poke at himself, he hugged his arms to his chest, nipples grazing against them and making him hum thoughtfully.
"I might," he said finally, "agree to that," and he raised one hand, laughingly calling, "Barber! This man over here needs a haircut!"
"Mgh.... If I am making anything in my hair you're fuckin' getting a piercing and that's final." He said and kinda eyed at the teenage guy when he walked to him, even with his drunk state he knew the kid probably was anything but experienced and he was going to put his hair in a risk but well, he was too drunk to actually care and he was actually not going to remember so he kinda didn't worry much.
Crossing his legs, he stared at the kid and then at Kaoru. "So. What do you recommend, leadersama, you want me to do a metal haircut don't you?" He said with a grin.
"Metal, huh?"
Kaoru leant back in his chair, rocking back and forth slightly, feet skimming the floor. He tossed his hair, a bit unnecessarily, and mostly for the reassurance of it against his cheeks. Victory would be relished, and for a long time.
"Dreadlocks are metal. Mohawks are-- well, punk, but rock. Hardcore! Shave it. Shave a big ass "KAORU WINS" into it." His lips quirked, grinned wide. "That's good. Get the razor ready," he said to the kid, who looked longsuffering, and like he was banking on a big tip.
"What WAIT WHAT??" He tried to recall what Kaoru said bt the kid was already with the shaver in his hand and he was kinda panick. "THERE'S NO WAY I AM SHAVING MY HEAD KAORU!!!!!!!!!" He moved and the kid shaved his hair in accident and Toshiya's eyes widened. "... ..... ....." Speechless for a second, he took a deep breath and looking down.
"Do whatever you want, I don't wanna see." He said, defeated.
Kaoru's expression, mid-laugh, froze.
For a few minutes, the kid looked shocked; Toshiya looked devastated, and Kaoru just stared. Finally, with sobriety struggling to make it out on top, he scooted to the edge of his chair and reached across the aisle to touch the shortened, fuzzy strip on Toshiya's head.
"Hold off for a second," he said in a rush at the hairdresser, who stepped back in relief, and Kaoru swiveled Toshiya's chair by force, meeting his eyes.
"Okay, Toshiya, let's solve this," he said firmly, eyes locked. "We can work this out so you're happy. You wanted a change anyway, right? Let's think."
"Solve this???" Toshiya was actually angry, and he couldn't really decide if he was angry the most towards Kaoru, the poor barber kid or towards himself, but there he was totally drunk and probably stoned, with his band leader who wasn't better than him in a barbershop and with a bald spot in the middle of his head. "THERE'S NO FUCKIN' WAY OF SOLVING THIS KAORU I HAVE A FUCKIN' BALD SPOT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FUCKIN' HEAD, DAMN....!!!" He cried out, infuriated and looked down for a second, face buried in his hands.
"Okay..." He said after a few minutes, a bit more calm down. "I can't leave this place like this so.. ehm....... shave the side who's actually... half bald I will think about this tomorrow." He said to the poor, scared looking kid before facing to his bandmate. "You don't fuckin' dare to say a word, but believe me I am gonna make sure you pierce those stupid nipple of yours..." He forced himself to smile faintly and sunk into his chair, with a loud sigh.
"I'll pierce it," Kaoru said with a halfway nervous giggle. "I promise, I promise. Oh, Toshiya."
He reached out again, rubbed his hand against it thoughtfully.
"I think it mgiht work out. Calm down. We could do it short buzzed all over, or a mohawk, or-- you remember Darroh, his-- well, his hair was horrible, but you could have shaved sections, like him-- but," Kaoru finished firmly, nodded and he gave Toshiya's hair a very sympathetic rub. "But I think-- I think a mohawk would look good." His eyes refocused on Toshiya. "On you. Actually."
The kid walked to him again and Toshiya sighed, staring at the older with a smile. "Kaoru, dear, shut the fuck up for a second before I end up slappin you, okay?" He sighed and a 'bzzz' sound could be heard in the shop and the bassist looked down again, side staring how the long dark brown locks of his hair fell from his shoulder to the ground.
When the kid was finished and he looked up, he felt like he could cry, actually. Half of his head was perfectly shaved, it was shiny even and the rest of it was the same lenght as it was before, whimpering, he buried his head on his hands again.
"Kaoru, pay for this shit." He requested more than asked, voiced muffled against his hands.
He watched silently, lower lip bitting in half guilt. When Toshiya hung his head afterwards, Kaoru rose up immediately, leaning clumsily across the space and he ran his small, tattooed hand over Toshiya's bare skin.
"I'll pay. Don't worry. Toshiya." He waited until he had the other's eye contact, and then gave him a serious look with a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"I think it looks hot. I mean it."
He sighed again, getting up clumsily, but definetly feeling much more sober than he was feeling before all that happened. "Really, Kaoru, I don't fuckin' want to hear it, thanks." He smiled faintly to both at the older and the scrawny barber kid and stepped outside the place leaning against the wall, finding a cancer stick and lighting it.
When he gave it a log drag, he let a hand run all over his new hair and he sighed loudly. He really could cry over this, no matter how pathetic and whiny that might sound, he could cry over his hair.
Ah, damn, he had not expected the night to end in tragedy.
Kaoru hurriedly shoved money at the kid, sans tip. Wisely, the teenager shut up. Shrugging his jacket back on, Kaoru stumble-hurried out the door, glancing both ways before his eyes fixated on Toshiya.
Somewhat relieved, he walked over to him, leaning back against the wall and spoke much quieter.
"You know," he said finally, after lighting a cigarette of his own. "Ebizo-- I like his hair. Or lack of it, I guess. I'm not just saying that it's hot to cheer you up. I wanted to let you know that it-- looks good."
He sighed and stared at Kaoru before giving a long drag from his own cigarrete. "It's just hair, it will grow back again. I... I don't really mind. And.. dunno, man he looks good shaved but I was trying to get my fuckin' hair long for a fuckin' year, you know?" He sighed and waved his hand, before moving next to Kaoru and circling his tiny shoulders with one of his arms, showing the older a grin.
"But now.. It's piercing time Kaoru, c'mon I bet your boy would love it." He said while grabbing Kaoru, walking down the streets looking for any piercing store that was opened, everything was okay.
"It's good." Kaoru said, eyes skidding up to Toshiya, and he reached out to rub his palm against it. Squeaky naked. He couldn't help it, and bit his lip to keep from grinning. "It's hot. Girls will want to lick your scalp, and that's always a good thing."
He laughed, and was suddenly swept up into embrace, dropping his cigarette behind him as he staggered under Toshiya's arm. Laughing out loud, he shoved at him lightly, Shaking his head.
"Oh, man, I didn't even think of that-- he will, won't he?" And he snickered, lips quirking a bit, and drunkenness aided him in a giggle.
He stared at Kaoru in desbelief and rolled his eyes. "Man, if a hot chick comes over like 'OMFG I WANT TO LICK YOUR SCALP' I swear to go I am freaking the hell out of me..." He said and actually he laughed, loud, the good feeling of the alcohol moving inside his body and the shock of being half bald actually coming back. "I will be glad enough if they don't run from me, really."
He laughed again and shook his head. "Of course he will, who doesn't like a piercing? It's cool, you can play with it, lick it nibble all that shit, you will see your sex life is gonna be fuckin' amazing thanks to me, I expect a bunch of gitfs this xmas Kaoru or I will cry."
"They won't run. You'll get the kinky ones with that haircut."
Kaoru's eyes twitched up to Toshiya and he laughed, turning red and turning his head away in embarassment as the other went on. Snickering, he elbowed him hard and scurried ahead of him, walking down the street a good three feet in advance. He turned to watch him as he walked backwards, chuckling in a half-skip scurry of urgency and shaking his head.
"Oh, god, don't get into too much detail, please." He paused at the corner, glancing both ways, and pointed at a tattoo and piercer parlor across the street. "There?"
"Excuse me??!!" He rolled his eyes again and stared at his band leader. "Please.. Kaoru don't play the innocent with my right now when I am sure you fuck nonstop when you arrive home, you know it's normal, hello If I had a girlfriend or a boyfriend god knows I would spend all my fuckin' day in my room, but well.. that's life."
He actually made a sound between a squee and a tiny scream when he saw the piercer parlor and grinned, grabbing Kaoru's arm. "Peeeeeeeeeeeerfect! What's ebizo's favorite color, let's pick a colored ring for his taste..." He said cheerfully, walking inside the place
"He's not--" Kaoru protested, but he could only groan and wince as Toshiya flung an arm around him and dragged him off towards the piercing parlor. Red, he batted at him now, hitting Toshiya's ribs lightly where he was pinned to them.
"Just standard silver. Good and rockstar." and, showing his nerves a bit, he grinned nervously as he stumbled into the shop. The man behind the counter looked up, smiled at them.
He rolled his eyes and walked to the counter where an almost full tattoed and pierced pink haired girl was there, chewing gum and looked absolutely boring. Arms resting on the table, Toshiya leaned forward and grinned to her. "Hi..." He said cheerfully, enjoying his own revenge even if it was stupid andkinda pointless. Grabbing Kaoru's hand he pushed him towards him. "He wants to pierce his nipple... you know, for some... s/m plays, uhm? He doesn't seem like it, but oh baby, he's a sexy beast." He added winking to Kaoru.
The girl really made no sign of being surprised or amazed by the bassist words, she simply walked inside the counter and came back with a tiny plastic bag with a silver ring and pointed upstairs. "Your piercer is there." Said the girl and handed it to Kaoru.
Toshiya sat down in a kinda large leather couch and waved at Kaoru. "I will wait for you here sweethear, or you want me to hold your hand?"
Kaoru's skin burned.
"You are such a fuck," he muttered, scowling at him, but the jewelry was in his hand and he looked down at it, startled, thumb tracing the circumference.
"This is gonna hurt," he mumbled, "isn't it?"
"You really want me to hold your hand. Kaoru!! Be a man, metal and all that shit!! For gods sake you have all your fuckin' body tattoed I don't think it's gonna hurt more than any of them, really..." He rolled his eyes and stared at the older. "No, really if you want me to come with you, I will."
Kaoru's eyes darted between the thoroughly disinterested woman and Toshiya, flustered, and he waved his hand at him sharply to shut him up.
"Stop it!" he hissed. "Fine, fuck it, whatever, I'll go alone!" he turned sharply, laughing awkwardly, and he grabbed the wall to help himself stumble up the steps.
Toshiya snorted but actually tried to act all serious and concerned and followed Kaoru downstairs, stared at the girl a last time. "Can you believe he tops? he's such a sissy...." Rolling his eyes and covering his mouth with his hand, he followed Kaoru upstairs and to the tiny piercing room, where a guy as tatooed as Kaoru waited for them. He actually grinned at the sight.
"I thought you weren't coming?" Kaoru snorted, glancing back behind him as Toshiya followed. "And what are you laughing at?" A sharp retort, and he swayed a bit before he smiled at the man and inclined his head.
"We're piercing me today" he explained, a bit of a smile on his lips, and plopped down in the chair. The man quirked a brow and grinned.
"Sure this is a decision you wanna make drunk?"
"Oh yes." Kaoru nodded firmly. "I promised someone. It's payment. I swear to you," he chuckled, "I am of sound mind."
Shrugging the piercer smiled to himself as he turned in his chair, readying the gun as he passed Kaoru a disclaimer form to sign. His signature was quick and scribbled, and he listened to the list of care techniques as he lay back on the tabletop.
The man turned back to him with clamp and needle and quirked an eyebrow.
"Shirt off?"
Flustered, Kaoru mumbled an acknowledgement and pulled it off over his head.
Toshiya who was leaning against the door frame, stared at them and kept silent 'till Kaoru took his shirt off and he just couldn't help but whistle and wink his eye at Kaoru mostly to annoy him, which was one of his favorite hobbies lately. He then stared at the piercer. "Pierce him the nipple of the chest that is not tattoed, thanks." He said offering a smile to him, before staring at Kaoru.
"Remember to feed you with a sandwich when we step out here? For fucks sake, you're... scrawny."
Notes: .... and they did.