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11-II
I've noticed that when I don't know what else to do, I tend to laugh like a maniac. I mean, I was in utter agony during that foot massage in Hong Kong and just laughing insanely. Of course, you were chanting, squirming, squealing, and spouting random English, so I guess my hysterics weren't too bad.
"Ok," Aya said, looking up from the script. "I'm apparently the initiator in this." I nodded. "So, I'd like to get some practice in before I make a total ass of myself on set."
"Like we've never kissed before," I laughed. "Of course, you're always the passive, delicate little flower." Aya glared at me.
"Do you want me to tell Yoshizawa about the clothesline incident?" I quickly stopped laughing. Aya smirked and scooted her chair closer to mine. "Ok, so practice. I was thinking of a chin lift followed by an eye lock. Sound good?" I nodded and she drew near to me.
I'm not sure exactly when you had shown up, but you scared the living daylights out of me. One second I'm kissing Aya, the next she's being held up by the back of her shirt, her feet dangling above the ground and you're standing there holding her looking about ready to literally rip her head off. I looked at you shaking with rage, at Aya dangling awkwardly, and at the folding chair you'd knocked over. I'd never seen you like this before. My reflexes kicked in. I started laughing my ass off.
My laugh seemed to break your berserker trance and your eyes widened. You looked at Aya as though you'd never seen her before and quickly released your death grip on her shirt.
"Sorry, I, um," you looked from me to Aya. "Sorry," you mumbled and turned around.
"Miki!" Aya exclaimed, giving me a "what the hell is your problem?" look. I knew that Aya look very well, but I couldn't stop laughing. I gestured helplessly for her to stop you. "Yoshizawa, wait!" she called, glaring at me. You kept walking towards the door. Aya grabbed the script ran after you. "Yoshizawa!" she repeated, grabbing you by the arm. You flinched.
"I'm sorry," you said, your voice shaking with anger. "I was just surprised, that's all."
"No, you don't understand!" Aya shoved the script at you. "It's in the script! We were rehearsing, I swear!" You took the paper from her and studied it. I could see the relief wash over you as you read the words on the paper. As you handed the paper back to Aya, your eyes widened.
"I am so sorry!" you exclaimed. "Are you okay?" Having finally stopped laughing, I started walking over to them.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it," she replied with a wave of her hand. She turned on me. "But YOU! What is wrong with you!?"
"It was just so damn funny!" I protested lamely. "The calm cool Yoshizawa turned into the Incredible Hulk or something." Crap. Now I was picturing her turning green. A small snicker escaped. You narrowed your eyes at me. This couldn't be good.
"Sorry," you hissed at Aya. Aya cocked her head to one side. You looked straight into my eyes and smiled. This was definitely not good.
To my utter shock, you grabbed Aya, dipped her back and proceeded to kiss her like you were starring in Mr. Moonlight -The Movie-. Aya flailed about a bit at first, but she was used to these types of attacks and quickly recovered, wrapping her arms around you.
I stared in shock, in disbelief, in amusement, and in utter rage. Turnabout is fair play and all, but come on! It was a peck for rehearsal and this was a full blown... was Aya using tongue!?!
You finally pulled away from Aya and gently set her upright, turning to me with a smirk.
"Still funny?" you asked calmly.
"Point taken," I replied stonily. We stared at each other for a moment.
"Um, I'll leave you all alone now, but, uh..." Aya cleared her throat and turned to you. "If you two ever break up, um..." Oh, no, she wasn't. "Call me. Seriously." Aya fanned herself and walked shakily out of the room. Bitch. You were blinking in shock.
"Ok, Casanova," I said, still annoyed. "You are damn lucky that Rage Yossi was so damn hot, because otherwise I would seriously punch you." I walked over and draped my arms around your neck. "So, let's go back to my place and after you shower and get all that Aya off of you - "
"Miki, what are we?" you asked suddenly. I blinked.
"Uh... female Japanese idol singers?" You shook your head.
"No, I mean... what am I to you? What are we doing?" You tipped my chin up so our eyes met. "What do you want?"
I LOVE YOU, I WANT TO MARRY YOU AND HAVE YOUR BABY, my brain screamed. What the hell, a baby? That's not even possible. Of course, we could try a lot anyway...
Actually, would I even be the one carrying a baby? You might want to do it... you do really like babies. I wonder how many we'll have. I guess we could adopt, too... You'd be the better one to carry a child, actually. I apparently have 'mood swings' and might kill someone if I had the extra hormones. Oh my God, you would be so freaking cute pregnant. I can see you now squealing over baby booties at the shower and -
"Miki?" What!? Oh. Oh, right, conversation.
"I'm not sure what you mean," I replied, not really remembering what we were talking about. You sighed and turned away from me.
"I mean, are we a couple? Are we just friends who have a lot of sex? Are we exclusive either way? I just don't know where we stand really." I LOVE YOU.
"I'm not sure really," I said aloud, trying to prevent my brain from making me word vomit. "I mean, I think we're definitely more than friends... and, well, I thought we were exclusive. Do I need to get tested?" You laughed and shook your head.
"No, I haven't slept with anyone else," you replied. I smiled. "So I guess you're my - "
"Let's get married!" I burst out. Damn you, brain.
"What!?" You burst into laughter and turned back to me. "You're hilarious." I laughed nervously along with you.
"I don't know," I said to keep you from continuing on the subject. "Shouldn't we have had this conversation like, I don't know, a year and a half ago?"
"In case you haven't noticed, we don't really go about things normally, Miki," you replied wryly. And you didn't even get to partake in that insane baby conversation in my head.
"We're more than friends and exclusively sleeping together," I replied. "Sounds like we're in a normal relationship to me." Except that whole thing about me being petrified to tell you that I'm hardcore in love with you because of what Rika said. Oh and the whole idol thing.
"Just a normal relationship, huh?" you repeated. I nodded. "Ok, I can deal with that." I started laughing.
You lazily draped your arms around my waist and smiled down at me. I brushed your hair away from your eyes.
"Better?" I asked.
"Much," you replied. I LOVE YOU.
"Shall we adjourn to my place then?" I asked, arching my body into yours.
"I don't know," you said with a grin. "I think I have a headache."
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I came up with Miki's randomass baby rant at work and almost busted out laughing.