WTF, Mate?, Cure for the Common Cowardince (Mature)

[Nareta]

Up the stairs, up, up, up! Tripping on the last step, he flipped and rolled into the door, as it opened. His ass spilling into the apartment, he blinked at Kyo. "Oh. Hey. Did we get the gig?" The man chuckled, as Nareta got up. "Get in here and party. It's on the 16th, same place. Meguichi mentioned something about there's been a dude from some record label in Yokohama coming in and out every night, and the record label is Rock. No one's been signed that he knows of, but the Shinchiro's are playing the night before us." With a chuckle, the man removed his jacket and threw it across the couch he call his own. Everyone in the five-apartment complex was there. An elderly couple who were rockers in the day(Ryuichi and Yuki), a college girl and her two younger sisters whom she raised(Keiko, Hokuto, and Toki), a man who worked in Sony's strategy department(Seishirou), a man who wrote for the newspaper and his wife(Their children had gone off to college in the last year), and, of course, Nareta Shonen's members. Pizza, ginger ale, sake, Coke, the works. "Nomura and his workers who were familiar with Nareta Shonen said they would come down later, the pizza's on him tonight." Nareta gave a chuckle, as he began to eat.

The party went on late into the night. A fan of Coke over sake, Nareta was one of the only band members who was sober. Kenji, Hiroshi, and Akito were dead to the world, but had gone to their rooms, respectively. Kyo and Nareta cleaned up in the kitchen, after helping everyone get home(Only the three sisters managed to get out without sake infestation, since the elder sister didn't want the younger one's drunk on a school night, much less at all). "Think we'll get it?" Nareta gave a chuckle, choving the pizza box into the trash can. "Possibly. Hey, have you heard anything about a man called Zetsumi Jouten or Ashurum?" The other guitarist looked as though he'd seen a ghost. "Nareta, what've you gotten yourself into?" The man wore a look of confusion as he finished off the bottled Coke, throwing it away there after. "Just answer the question and tell me what you know." The man gave a sigh, taking a seat at one of the wooden chairs the five had at their dinner table. "Zetsumi is the owner of a company called the Ashurum, a business corporation. Of course, he's a stealth fucker, and I have no idea what the company does. A few years back, it grew big, really big, out of no where. It's believed by most to have connections to the Yakuza, but nothing's been proven by the cops. Besides, it's a known fact Shiroi Kumo is the head of the Yakuza right now, but there are rumor that's just an alias. Personally," the man paused, giving a sigh, "I think it is him. Michibuki, what've you done?" The man gave a chuckle, getting out a cigarette. It lit it rather quickly, before taking a puff. "Random abductions on the street, yea, some business Ashurum is. Come on, I saw one of Jouten's men come out of no where and abduct some chick for some reason." A drag of the cigarette, and a blow. "The man might want to watch his stealthness. Gods, the cops must be dumbasses to miss the signs!" He gave a chuckle. But white hair hid Kyo's face. "Don't get involved, Nareta." The man stopped his mild chuckling, blinking oddly. "You sound like you know the ropes abit, WTF?" The man looked up before standing and walking to his bed, literally throwing himself on it. "Night." The man blinked, as though it wouldn't end. And now, time for thought.

Rising, he got his hacket and decided to go on a midnight stroll....

[Nareta]

The door opened, silently. Darkness covered the living room, but lights came from the kitchen, as the man slipped in. Turning to the woman, he smiled, pushing the door far enough open to let her in.

"It's adviseable to hide it some where next to the recliner, that's where I sleep and the guys normally don't bother my stuff. Wait, where's Kyo?" he looked around, before Nareta turned on the lights. No Kyo. He was going to sleep when Nareta left and that was quite some time ago. But now he was gone. Confusion. "Ah, well, that makes things easier. I'll cover your suitcase in some of my things, you wanna change or go in, eh, that?" He blushed at the question, as he eyed the woman's outfit for only a second, looking away quickly.

[Xquizit_442]

Sakaki nodded to Nareta as he quietly opened the door, wide enough for them both to enter the room.

"I'll change. I guess this is a bit, er, inappropriate to wear for a simple stroll, and a drink." The blue eyed blonde blushed, as her hand idly lingered with in the long locks of her blonde hair. Sakaki followed his advice, and trotted towards the recliner, and simply let the suitcase fall on the floor, opening up obediantly for the woman. The woman went down on her knees, sifting through the bundles of clothes. Quickly withdrawing some, she stood up, using her foot to click it clothes.

Her eyes darted around a bit, searching for a bath room. Finally, she caught sight of one and she merely sauntered to it. Quickly removing the outfit, to simply replace it with mere jeans, a plain tight black shirt. A big change from the fancyness and class the other one presented.

Sakaki expertly slipped from the bathroom, returning to her suitcase, stuffing the expensive outfit back it, and continued to wear the red heels.

"Whose Kyo?" Sakaki piped up, wanting to break the silence as she clicked the case back closed.

[Nareta]

The man looked at the woman in her casual outfit, and smiled. "He's a friend. We're pretty close, but I left the house to think about some stuff he said. He's freaking me out as of late." He undid his tie, throwing it on his recliner, as he attacked his pile of clothes. He really didn't want to go out into the world with his suit, always anyway. He grabbed his Hawaiian shirt, some jeans, and socks to change into. Walking to the bathroom, he changed, then went back, changing socks and shoes. Smiling, he adjusted his glasses, which he now wore. His old pair had looked as though it had come from the late '80s, but these were much more, well prettiful, so to speak.

"Where to?"

[Xquizit_442]

Sakaki nodded, as Nareta explained that he was a close friend of his. That's what the woman had always lacked, a close friend. And in the entertainment buisness, it was hard to get a close friend if you didn't come into it with one. But, Sakaki shrugged off the thought as Nareta quickly changed, and returned.

The woman chuckled a bit looking at Nareta,

"To every club in Tokyo of coarse!"

[Nareta]

The man chuckled at the woman's comment, as he opened the door. "Then I guess we'd best haul ass, shouldn't we missy?" Giving a slight yawn, he laughed, before he started to hum the My Chemical Romance's "Helena," awaiting the woman's movement to lead her outside of the apartment. This would prove to be an interesting night indeed.

[Xquizit_442]

Sakaki smiled wickedly as Nareta commented. The blonde merely followed up behind him, walking out of the open door, and turned around. Glancing to him, then everything around her. Indeed, it would be an interesting night. "Well, if someone would hurry up, and not just hum some tune, we'd be there already!" Sakaki teased , starting to trot away, as if leaving Nareta behind.

[Nareta]

The dor opened, and the two wet figures entered. Nareta looked around, noticing Kyo still missing. Oh well. The other band members started work very early, and thus, were gone. Kyo should've been there, though. Something wasn't right. Shutting the door behind Sakaki, he shook his hair off, intentionally trying to get her wetter than she already was. As he noticed her wetness, amplified by the light, he noticed the T-shirt's wetness, sticking, to her chest, just about. The blush returning, he turned his head before other heads rose to eagerness of desiring of flesh.

"So, what now, Sakaki-chan?" The man smiled, as he headed to the bathroom for towels,t aking his shirt off.

[Xquizit_442]

Sakaki could only let a small laugh as Nareta shook out his hair. She playfully nudged him before he set out on a mystical quest called, Get thy wet people, towels dammit! The blonde could only smile from ear to ear, as she looked down at herself, Jeans soaked, shirt soaked, she was just entirely drenched! What a sight it was. Her blonde hair thinned from being wet, her blue eyes standing out a bit more as well.

"Eh, Not really sure." Sakaki smiled, as she made her way back to her suitcase, her wet hands sifting through it, trying to search for another pair of clothes. The mode, seemed to wince a bit, she had and extra pair of under garments, but not anything comfortable nor pajama like. The blue eyed woman could merely sigh,

"I dont have any change of clothes." Sakaki mumbled, blushing at
her non smartness.

[Nareta]

Having come back, his head wrapped in a towel whiel he rubbed it clean, he blinked at the woman's comment, blushing slightly. "You can, eh, use mine, if you want, Sakaki-chan. I've got assloads of spare clothes." Walking over to his.... pile of clean clothes, he grabbed himself a shirt, and threw some jeans and a shirt at the model, still blushing. After all this came, Nareta threw the towel, yawning as he sat, Indian-style on the floor, looking to the woman, smiling.

"You can pick out something else, if you'd want. I've got tons more." Nareta looked away, staring into his pile of clothing, before he began to dig through it, as if looking for something. Damn hormones and the human inner eye

[Xquizit_442]

Sakaki could only smile up at Nareta, not trying to hide the rosey blush of embarrasment. She easily flipped the suitcase closed, as Nareta tossed a regular shirt and jeans. The blonde smiled at Nareta's kindness. She carefully picked up the two, as she slowly padded over to the sitting man. Sakaki slowly eased herself to her knees, next to him. His clothes next to her. It'd be stupid to put dry clothes on her soaked jeans.

"Really?" Sakaki asked, looking over to Nareta, "I mean, I don't want you to wash another outfit when I'm just going to wear it for a couple more hours, until I have to leave." The blonde said, trying to be considerate, even though she really needed a dry pair of clothes, tight wet jeans fucking killed the inside of your thighs. The woman idley took her hair in her hand ringing it out a bit, but so it wouldn't fall of the carpet or anything, but onto the front of her shirt.

[Nareta]

The man looked to Sakaki, smiling. "No, these are all clean. I've a very clean person, I tend to wash my cothes about twice a week, although I was behind this week. And last week. And the past three weeks.... Ok, normally, I'm very clean." Smiling, the man gave a yawn, falling back on his hands behind him before laying down and looking to the ceiling, before realizing his pants were still wet. Blinking, he grabbed a pair of jeans, then stood, yawning. "So, pick out what you like and then go to the bathroom, I'll change here, while you're gone." Why did he insert the last part? Confused, he tilted his head at the ceiling, Nareta unsure of, well, much

[Xquizit_442]

Sakaki couldn't help but laugh at Nareta, and shake her head as well. She got to pick? The woman took the jeans he had handed to her, whipping them out, examining them. Sakaki looked at them, wondering if they'd be too long or so to even fit her. Nareta was considerably taller than herself. Her blue orbs glanced the pile, she tentively crawled over the sitting Nareta a bit, grasping a pair of regular cloth shorts. Yes, the may be quite long, but she could always roll them up.

Sakaki playfully nudged Nareta a bit as she began to stand up, "Alright." the model plainly agreed, as she bent over, grabbing her suitcase, before padding towards the bathroom.

"I thought you lived with other people? Unless they all work rather early." Sakaki shouted a bit, so Nareta could hear her from the bathroom, beginning to change. It didn't take that long, after she had on his shirt, and after rollling up the shorts, she was just idly brushing her hair. Her blonde hair was prone to getting tangled alot if not brushed after getting wet. The woman merely waiting til Nareta said he was done changing.

[Nareta]

The second the woman left sight, he leapt up, and removed his pants and undies, changing into warmer, not-so-wet clothes. As he did this, as if he didn't already notice, he began to poke the rude little bugger downstairs, angrily. "Behave, dick-head. Oh? What?" The woman spoke, and he turned to the voice. "Oh, them? They all work early, they do odd-jobs. Kinda weird. I don't understand them at all, but hey, it's all good. But Kyo should be here, I don't get it, frankly." As he heard the woman come nearer, he moved his head to poke around the hall, looking at the woman. "Nice, Sakaki-chan. Oh yea, what time is it toni-today, I mean. The thingie." With a yawn, he began to play with his messy hair, before sitting down on the couch, lookinag at the ceiling sleepily. This was indeed a fun, tiring night. But hey, it was all good, today would be a day of rest, sleep, and later, Sakaki and fun. So, it was all good indeed.

[Xquizit_442]

Sakaki smiled at him, as she stuffed the brush with in her suitcase. She actually envied Nareta a bit. From the time they had already spent together. Yes, maybe Sakaki made alot more money than Nareta, and alot of people. But, she never got to expirance living with a bunch of friends. Annoying the fuck out of each other. With her previous living conditions, she had many fews, if yet any friends.

The woman could only play the smile on her lips as she sauntered over to Nareta, and lazily tossed the suitcase a bit, about three feet away from her own feet, and a bit aways from Nareta's feet. The blonde suddenly fell to her knees, with a small giggle, her arms folded together upon the man's lap, her chin resting comfortable upon her arms.

"It's going to start at about eight really. But atleast arrive an hour earlier. I'll have to call you with details." Sakaki smiled even wider, "Thank you Nareta. For tonight, I mean."