Title: Little Conversations

Author: Hawk Clowd

Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing and I want nothing. I think these boys would cost me too much money in condoms and such, quite frankly, if they didn't run me dry from the beer and cigarette runs first.

Blood Type: NyQuil

Warnings: Sleep-deprived insanity.

Part: Twelve.

Author's Notes: I wrote this for Aja, but posted it for Lawless. These things happen. Unrelatedly, thirteen is my lucky number. It's a lot of peoples' lucky number, but it's also mine.


Given how their last phone call had gone, Tatsuha was super careful and made sure not to call Eiri until well after two o'clock, after he knew Shuichi would be at work and Eiri would (probably) be awake and taking his third cigarette break of the day. Nonetheless, he held his breath right up to the moment when Eiri finally answered, and expelled it quickly once his brother picked up. His words came out in a torrent.

"I need a favor."

On the other end of the phone, Eiri paused. "A favor?"


When Eiri replied, he sounded skeptical, and Tatsuha didn't blame him. He often asked things of his brother, but mostly they were completely outrageous things and Tatsuha didn't really mean them anyway, and Eiri knew it. This, though... This, he meant. This, he needed.

"What sort of favor?"

"A huge favor." Tatsuha bit his lip and he didn't wait for Eiri to say anything more before he went on. "I need you to pretend to me for something."

"That's it?"

Tatsuha let out a breath. That was the easy part. He'd done the bait-and-switch for his brother tons of times, and Eiri totally owed him. No matter what, he was sure he could get Eiri to agree to that part of things. "Well," he continued. "Not exactly."

Eiri didn't sigh, but Tatsuha could tell he wanted to. "What else?"

"Well, I need you to pretend to be me for this... This parade thing on Friday."

"A parade."

"That's right."

The suspicion was nearly palpable. "What sort of parade?"

Tatsuha swallowed. "Don't get mad."

"I don't even know what it is yet."

There was a clatter in the background, on Eiri's end of the phone, and Tatsuha held his breath a moment. "...Shuichi is there?"

"It seems so. What sort of parade, Tatsuha?"

"It's a parade in Shibuya."

Eiri was silent and Tatsuha held his breath. When Eiri still didn't say anything, he let the breath go and started to say something more, but his brother interrupted him.



"Don't tell me you want me to go to the Lesbian and Gay Parade."

He tried to sound uplifting. "Oh, you've heard of it, then! Great. That means I don't have to explain it to you. Now, look, it'll be simple. You just have to show up looking like me and maybe take a look for Sakuma-san, because I kind of promised I'd be there, and you don't even have to talk to him because he'll probably be busy if he even goes and I don't want you to talk to him anyway, but you've just got to wave if you see him and if you don't just get your picture taken by a sign or something and send it to me so I can forward it to Sakuma-san and he'll know I --"


He sucked in a breath. "Yeah?"


"Please, Aniki! This is really, really important to me! I'd go, but Dad refuses to let me miss school!"

"If you told him what it was for, I don't blame him."

"Of course I didn't tell him!" Tatsuha shut his eyes. There was going to be some serious begging in order here, he could just tell. "Aniki, please do this? It'd really mean a lot. And it's not like you'd be doing anything anyway."

Eiri made a low noise in the back of his throat that might -- might -- have been a growl. "No."


"I said no."


Eiri was quiet a moment, and for a moment Tatsuha thought Eiri had hung up and he just hadn't heard the phone click off. Finally, though, Eiri said, "What's in it for me if I do?"

Damn. He hadn't thought that far ahead. "My eternal and undying gratitude."


"Aniki!" Tatsuha took a breath. "Okay. What do you want?"

Eiri paused, clearly considering that. "I get to embarrass you. As you. Any way I want."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

That wasn't so bad. Tatsuha hesitated, glancing to his computer where a promising email from his very own Sakuma Ryuichi awaited him, wherein the singer promised to look for him while he was working at the parade. He couldn't let his honey down. He just couldn't, not if it meant blowing what could be his only chance to really get in good with the singer. "Deal."

If he had actually been there, Tatsuha had the feeling he would already be regretting this decision. "Good," Eiri answered, and there was a brief shuffle as he very possibly covered up the receiver and spoke to someone else in the room. Even though the receiver was covered, Tatsuha could hear him anyway, and he bit back a gasp.

"Did you just ask Shuichi if you could raid his closet?"

Eiri was the only person who could smirk audibly. "Hey," he said, "you did say I could embarrass you in any way I wanted."

"But that's just cruel!"

"You agreed to it," Eiri reminded him. "I'll be sure to send you the pictures."

And, with that, his elder brother hung up the phone.