Who did it, dammit?!
Episode I: ~Bed and breakfast~
There was this thing Kyo had always hated: waking up. Many reasons backed
the repulsive feeling he got towards having his sleep interrupted. One might
be... having his sleep interrupted.
Another one was... dreams were easier to manage than reality... Especially
on some particular occasions...
The faint crispness of the day deluged the hotel room, shining against the shimmering walls and drapery, radiating an entwined array of shapes on the bed sheets, and the frail figure under them.
Kyo covered his head with a soft, white pillow and moaned a tired roar at the sunlight, as if wanting to scare it away. He could feel a strong headache building up, but the rest of his body was numb.
The petit man clutched the pillow on his head with both hands and pressed it hard against him... to the point he could have choked himself by doing so. But even choking himself wouldn’t have been as unpleasant as waking up to that hideous sunshine and awful headache.
By the time he started seeing blue dots he released the pillow sighing a vexed protest. He turned in bed, keeping his eyes tightly shut to the offending light, and moved his right hand under the bed sheets, reaching his lower stomach. He rubbed it slowly... amazed at how he could barely feel his own fingers touching his very own skin, and groping with his left hand he pulled a soft cushion and put it on his face.
It smelled of alcohol.
"Crap... where the hell am I now?" he wondered inside his head, as he began smelling the lingering stale smell of one damned lively night in the room.
He opened his right eye in a grimace of utter annoyance, and slowly discovered he was in a hotel room. He suddenly remembered... last night... the show... party...
He moved his right hand up and touched the skin on his neck. He could almost feel the brazing sensation of Toshiya’s licks at the show...
"Yeah... Totchi... Another day goes by without me telling you..." Kyo sighed and gathered strength to get up from the bed.
"Shit... I’m a jerk..." he said running his fingers through
his messy, short, blond hair. "I'm a fucking idiot moron!" He
screamed inside his head and turned in bed suddenly losing his balance and
falling on the floor helplessly. All his
small 1,50m or so height spread by the bed. He was feeling too numb all
over his body.
"Hell of a party last night... wish I could remember..." he protested
mumbling. Slowly he got on all fours and crawled towards the bathroom, he
held on to the wall in order to get up, and suddenly came to realize about
one simple, yet
scary fact...
"Sex... I’ve been having sex all night... my groin feels... kinda funny... and... Oh... oh... oh, no... My... butt!!!"
He dropped himself back to the floor, his back sliding against the wall, and stared at the room with wide, frightened eyes.
"Shit! What the hell happened here last night?!" He thought, taking his right hand to cover his gaping mouth.
He smelled his arms anxiously, and then crawled back towards the bed, smelling the sheets. Alcohol... sweat... sex... tobacco... no traces of feminine perfume whatsoever... He had obviously been with a guy.
"Kuso! Who the hell was da fuckin’ pervert...?!" Kyo screamed on top of his lungs, his voice tinted of despair and shock. It was not that he hated the idea of having spent the night with another man, but rather, he hated the fact that he had been too drunk to be able to have an option. The whole situation sounded like abuse to him.
Suddenly his room door opened and a well-known shape appeared in front of him.
"Oh! You’re awake, Kyo-kun... Want breakfast?" Shinya asked sweetly from the door, a weary smile plastered on his face.
Kyo looked at the auburn, longhaired drummer, so feminine in his manners, that was standing at his room door smiling spontaneously and offering him breakfast, and suddenly felt all the pieces in the puzzle began to fall into place.
"Kisama!! Hentai!!" Kyo screamed madly and began hurling any objects he had at hand at the puzzled drummer.
"Ara?! What the hell did I do this time?!" Shinya wailed trying to dodge the sturdy elements that began showering on him, until he was finally hit by a vase and fainted.