Wait... what?!

Maybe they were flushed....

Wait... What?!

After a few moments of contemplating, Tohma began to feel dizzy. Keys... Toilet... Shuichi... Vomit...

He grimaced. Eyes deep in thought turned to Eiri. Eiri didn't look too excited about the idea of looking for the keys in the toilet. Maybe they were both just overthinking this and Shuichi had the keys. How would've the keys ended up in the toilet anyway? No one saw them drop in there. Then again... there was a lot going on. All of a sudden his thoughts drifted back to the cake on the table. Darn it! That cake's supposed to be refrigerated! Wait... that wasn't going to get his keys back. Maybe he dropped them in the bag! That would seem more logical. For once in his life, he thanked the spontaneity of his mind. He was about to walk over to the kitchen but that dizziness came back. His vision became clouded and he collapsed on the floor.

[Mumeishi edit: Heh, I was bored from my usual antics and I actually remembered this. I know it's been over half a year since a post and since I wasn't the last to post I decided to write this. Since a half a year past, the writing style may be different and it's a little short but it's 3 in the morning. What'd you expect? Ah, sorry for such a LONG delay. I'll see if I can go round up the other blog members and maybe we can continue this thing. Ja ne.

Collisions are very painful...

Tohma looked up and saw Eiri looking at him. A pain jolted into his head and he winced in pain. It was unusual for his head to hurt this much even after bumping into someone. His vision was starting to turn black. Struggling to keep his balance, he blinked and slowly his vision returned. He heard Eiri say: "Keys." He looked into the bathroom and on the floor it was smooth and clean. It would be easy to spot a group of shiny keys on the floor. Nonetheless, there were no keys. He noticed Shuichi was gone... Oh crap! If Shuichi took my keys, who knows what that crazy unpredictable musician would do?! Thought in his head, Tohma grumbled. Agh!

[Mumeishi Edit]: Since our blog seems to have just about died, haha, I decided to add this. It continues from the post before the last. The Valentine's special, unfortunately, didn't really involve me.

Shuichi's 5, 023, 8 --- call to Hiro for Help

As the noise continued further into the apartment and farther away from the bedroom, Shuichi walked over to the bed and plopped down on the level bedcovers. Shuichi picked up the receiver from where it rested in its cradle on the bedside table, and began dialing a combination of buttons on the lit-up panel. He waited as patiently as he could while the ringtone buzzed like a annoying bee in his ear, busily connecting him to the person he was trying to reach.

"Hiro, I -"

" Hi, this is Hiro. I'm not at home right at this moment, but please leave a message and I will get back to you. Shu, if it's you, you know how to reach me."

"Mah...Hiro..." Shuichi grumbled into the phone, " I really needed you, and you're not answering your cell." He looked back at the discarded cellphone lying forlorn in the shadow of the bureau.

Returning the phone to the table, he got up from the bed, smoothing the wrinkles from where he sat and scootched over the small area of cornflower carpet to the huge glass window that led to the balcony. The blinds were like an old wooden pickett fence or bars on a window, letting varied stripes of dark and light project onto the floor. Which was more confining? Shuichi saw no means of escape unless he jumped from the balcony, which about three stories from the ground, and an almost a hundred percent chance he would break his neck.
But a broken neck was the lesser risk to take he could take rather than face Tohma, Tatsuha, or an annoyed Yuki followed by Tohma and Tatsuha.

Valentines Special

* For readers: As it is actually Valentines Day, and we here at Harajuku usually like to keep the real world and the Gravi world synchronized, I've made this post a sub-plot from the on-going story in celebration.

12:00 p.m.

It was already late morning/early afternoon, yet no sound or movement came from the master bedroom. "Typical," Shuichi nodded, chuckling to himself, "All the better." Today was Valentines Day. This love-centred holiday in Japan was very unlike the celebration in the United States. In Japan, February 14 was called White Day, and on this occasion, girls would give gifts to their male friends, relatives, or loves. Admittingly, since he was the "girl" in their relationship, this was Shuichi's opportunity to show Yuki how much he really cared for him especially from the past year's hardships. Shuichi hadn't even thought Yuki had loved him then (or had a relationship), and spent the last White Day in the States alone. Shuichi didn't like to think of that time at all, and he gladly forgot the Reiji's vendetta against him when they both discovered he was still in love with Yuki. He had to leave it to Reiji, she was the most unconventional matchmaker. Taking his brown, felt jacket from the closet, Shuichi made himself as inconspicuous as possible, opting not to wear his pink, Lycra bodysuit. He swiped change from the counter-top, scrawled a note to Yuki explaining that he was spending the day with Hiro, and hurried out the door to catch the bus leaving for downtown.

2:00 p.m. - A guy's got to eat, y'know?

Curry bun in mouth, he briskly walked down the side of the pavement, trying to avoid the heavily trafficked lanes of people going to their different destinations. "Second breakfast....hobbits must be geniuses..." Chewing thoughtfully, Shuichi passed department displays of lingere, musks, and perfumes. Further down, tempting advertisements for hourly rate love hotels and expensive liquor brands turned his head. Sighing, those were wonderful gifts...but they didn't feel right to him. " Onegai...I want to find the perfect present," his eyes gleamed with watery determination, his right fist punched the air, " I will find you!"

3:15 p.m. - After crazy whirlwinds of charging through stores....

"Would you like this wrapped or would you prefer a bag?" A stiff, too sweet voice asked. Shuichi looked up to see the saleswoman's nose (and nose hairs) bearing down on him. He could see her beady eyes assessing his clothes, hair, and face expertly calculating what type of customer he was and how much he was willing to pay. The creases of her neck and face were caked in powder, he noticed a shade too light for her mottled skin. She looked like his middle school teacher, except female and with a better looking hair piece. His nose crinkled in amusement. "Wrapped, if you please." He watched fascinated as her wrinkled hands measured out the exact amount of paper and ribbon; her fingers working efficiently to tie and bow the ribbon at the centre of the package. Her handiwork was immaculate, and Shuichi was thankful, it was much an improvement to his own.

3: 40 p.m.

He managed to walk out of the store and turn the corner to the bus stop, before the bubble of happiness burst out from deep within him. "Yuki...Yuki...Yuki...It's perfect, I know you'll like it. I just know you will," he practically sang and pranced the last few steps into the bus, choosing to ignore the disapproving stares of the old women and wives. He chose a seat beside a young couple and absently looked out the window. "I wonder if Ayaka-chan gave Hiro-san a gift? If she did, I wonder what it was?"

[Mumeishi Edit]: A couple typos were bothering me. Fixed them. There may be a few more though.... Oh well...
[Reality/complaint-edit note]: Thanks Shacho =P... =D *smacks on head*

Keys.....

Tohma turned around and walked into the open door, hands in his pockets. This time he was kind enough to close the door. Walking into the room, his eyes swept the floor for anything that would look like his keys. He looked at the table with the cake still packed neatly in its box... Nothing. He walked down the hall and passed a blank-looking Tatsuha without even giving him a glance. He looked at the floor as he walked, a rare event.

"Keys, keys, keys..." The words came softly from his throat. He really began to wonder where they were now. If he had to replace them, that would be a lot of money. Even though he was the head of the famous NG, he didn't like the idea of spending unnecessary money. Starting to really get annoyed, "Goddammit where are my keys?!" The thought came suddenly. Tohma used most of his energy to look calm. He didn't want anyone to see him lose his temper, especially over a stupid thing like this. It was his fault anyway, wasn't it?

With a oomph, he bumped into someone. He quickly looked up...

Under Key & Lock

Feeling a bit more recovered, Shuichi slipped unnoticed to his room to change. Dumping the soiled clothes into the hamper, he chose an old, over-sized shirt from the closet. He barely noticed the faded, yellow lettering spelling "X JAPAN" on the front covering the peeling picture of the band's 1999 tour. Hearing the commotion through the door, Shuichi flinched at the high-pitched squeal that he recognized to be Tatsuha, Yuki's younger brother and second biggest Ryuichi Sakuma fan (the first being himself of course).

Shuichi paused before the doorframe and peaked through the crack to see if Seguchi-sama was still there. He was well enough trouble by himself without Tatsuha in the mix. Listening further, he noted the agitation in Yuki's voice...
Was it just Tatsuha's unexpected visit that annoyed Yuki or was he still angry at him from the bathroom?

" Do I really care?" Shuichi surprised himself with this comment.

The Car Key

When Tohma reached the door, it burst open on it's own and a blur flew fly. Pretended he didn't see anything he walked over to his shiny jaguar and looked at it nostalgically. He walked to the driver's side and put the key in the keyhole. He turned it. It wouldn't open. He looked at the key. It wasn't the car key, but the key he used to open Eiri's door. He put his hands in his pockets only to find his wallet and a few other things. He glanced at the ground to see if he dropped it but aside from a few leaves, nothing. He walked back to the open door wondering where the keys might have gone.