“Pochi-chan~!!!” Yura called out to the kitchen. “Oi! Did you happen to see my backpack? I can’t find it anywhere.” Yura scratched his blenched hair. The bag was missing, and little old house maker Aya would probably know where it would be. Or Yura hoped he would.
Aya had been cooking, but more like burning everything. Wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. He was daydreaming about Sharaku again. “Le sigh” he replied lazily, not even hearing the blonde ask him a question.
No answer. Yura stomped into the cooking area he was going to shout, and would be ready for another one of their wrestling matches. As he turned the corner from the hallway, he gasped. That look! That look that Aya had on his face wasn’t of irritations or annoyance… but something that Yura hadn’t seen in a long time. But still, it wasn’t very nice to ignore him, Yura-sama! “WHO IS HE?!”
Aya snapped out of his thoughts and looked up with a startled expression on his face. “What?! Oh… You’re bag... is in the coat closet…near the door” Aya replied dazed and turned around back to the stove. “Crap… How do I manage to burn everything?” He turned down the flame, maybe he could save some of the odan, almost of the water had turned into the steam. Maybe if Aya pretended like he didn’t hear Yura’s second question… He would have to go into it.
Yura stared. “Idon’tcareaboutmybagdamnitAya-chan!!!” He yelled out and blurred all his words into one monster statement. “Who is he! I know you inside out. You don’t normally you look so… peacefully.” Yura crossed his arm across his chest and stare intently at his friend. Yura would find out who this guy Aya was fancy, and tell him to lay off. No boy was –ever- good enough for his little Aya-chan.
Unfazed by Yura’s tone; Aya simply rolled his eyes. “It’s none of your business, Blondie-chan.” Aya put on his cooking mittens and picked up the hot cooking hot. He placed the pot under the sink and got some more water for the odan. Stupid Yura. He always just has to pick a fight.
“You better believe it’s my business!” Yura retorted, glaring at the pink haired boy. “How do I know that this guy isn’t a rapist, or murder, or someone from another planet?! HUH? HUH HUH?! I BET HE IS AN ALIEN!” Yura started pacing. This was bad. This was horrible. If Aya likes some new guy, who will cook dinner, and clean, and help re-blench his hair. No one. Yura was now on a seek and destroy mission out of his pity jealousy and ego.
Aya laughed. Sharaku a rapist! That would be something. “Takeshi… You are just jumping ahead of yourself. Just calm down.” Aya replied gently as he placed the cooking pot back on the stove. “Sharaku isn’t like that all at. He’s real quiet and very shy.” Aya nodded, sounding rather sure of himself. Aya didn’t have time for Yura to freak out; Aya was cooking.
“It’s ALWAYS the quiet one, Aya-chan!” Yura pleaded. “I beg you, just leave this Sharaku guy alone. With a name like Sharaku, he already sounds dangerous. I don’t approve at all… I bet he is real slow. And is only thinking about seducing you and leaving you with a broken heart. He’s probably only using you and is going to brag to all this friend about doing you. Aya-chan, don’t fall for it!” The blonde drummer nodded his head. Couldn’t Aya see that he was only concerned about his well-being. Sharkuku or whatever his name was, was already on his bad list without even knowing him.
“Oh Yura-sama, just SHUT-UP! You don’t even know what you are talking about, crazed lunatic! I swear to God, that blench is sinking into your skull and making you have delusions!” Aya snapped back. He was sooo close to punching Yura. His fists in his cooking gloves, were clenched so tight that his knuckles started to go white. “Last time I checked, I’m quite old enough to make my own decision and like who ever I like. And honestly, I don’t need your approval. So you can just take your crazy thoughts and shove them up your ass, Takeshi.” That was it. Aya couldn’t take it. He knew dressed like a girl, but he didn’t need to be treated like one. It wasn’t like he was going to get married. It was only a crush and Yura was making it like a life or death decision.
Yura frowned disapprovingly. “Naoki… Now you are just being stupid and rash.” He stated; disgusted with his friend’s talk. “As your friend, I’m asking you to rethink this. How long have you known him, uh? Probably not long. You form crushes on almost very other guy you meet. Sharaku is the favor of this month… Who will it be next month, uh, Naoki?”
Aya shook his head. He didn’t want to talk anymore. He was so mad he couldn’t think straight. It was only a crush. Now Aya want to prove Yura wrong more than anything in the world. “It will be Sharaku. And the month after that too. And so on and so on.” Aya replied angrily. “You know you are a big jerk. You may look handsome on the outside, but you’re ugly to me.” Aya sniffled. Was he going to cry? That’s so stupid and melodramatic. He came even madder at Yura for making him want to cry.
Yura sighed. Aya was too thick headed and stubborn to change his mind. “Okay… let’s stop… Now we’re being stupid. Both of us.” Yura comment, slightly annoyed by the ugly statement. Yura walked out of the kitchen. Aya should cool his head, and so should he. They never fought like that before. Yeah, you would complain about each other, wrestle, and do that type of stuff… it was never that intense. Could Aya be right. He was ugly. No. Yes. He hated having to think about crap like that.
Aya sobbed quietly as he cut some vegetables. Stupid Yura didn’t know anything. He wouldn’t understand at all. Aya just knew that Sharaku was a good person. He wouldn’t use him, would he? No no no. Yura’s words were playing at his mind. “Stupid… Yura…” he grumbled in frustration as he struggled to focus on cutting a carrot.