Title: To Heaven
Theme: 1, Hazel eyes
Characters and Relationship (romantic or platonic): Shibata Taketora and Ochiai Takeo (Platonic in this one)
Disclaimer : I don't own.
Summary: During the one month in isolation, Ochiai dreamt.
Warning: Potty mouth, drama-verse (possible spoilers), juvenile detention center
I've also taken a bit of liberty with the characters' personality. The drama just stated that Shibata was pretty 'wild' during his high school years, but never really explained. And since he hung around Ochiai (who apparently wasn't as merciless as he was in the drama)…. Please go easy on me?
"Hey Taketora," Ochiai said, poking his best friend on the side.
The said best friend jumped away and turned to face him, a snarl forming at his lips. "Don't poke me, dammit!"
"But you're reading something," Ochiai complained. The two had been friends for a short while, but already, Ochiai found it easier to talk to him than his own family members. "And I'm utterly bored."
Shibata deflated in an instant, all of his previous anger gone without a trace. He scratched the back of his hair for a bit before sighing resignedly. "Fine, fine," he said, looking slightly guilty. "We can go find something to do."
"Do you have something fun in mind?" Ochiai asked, already knowing the answer to the question.
His friend frowned, actually considering the question seriously. Did he have something fun in mind? Well, at this moment in time, he would gladly go back to reading his book. But that wasn't the answer that Ochiai was looking for. Besides, spending time with Ochiai was fun, not only because he always came up with something exciting, but also because he was actually smart.
Well, the answer is pretty obvious isn't it? With that thought in mind, Shibata turned to his friend with a bright smile.
Ochiai grinned. "Mini-skirts."
The shorter of the two groaned and placed his head in his hands, his face slowly turning red. "You've got to be kidding me! You want to go around and flip up people's skirts?"
"No," Ochiai said with a frown. "I want to flip up mini-skirts."
There's practically no difference!
"I don't want to be a pervert!" Shibata declared, wrinkling his nose at the thought.
"Taketora, this is why you'll always be a virgin."
"What's wrong with being a virgin? I get along just fine!"
"Do you want to be alone forever?"
"I have you, don't I?"
The words were innocent enough. And Ochiai knew that Shibata didn't mean anything about those words. The boy was far too naive for his own good, even after spending so much time with the delinquent. He probably meant to say something along the lines of, "I have you as my friend, don't I?"
Tch. Stupid naive idiots who think he's so tough. Ochiai sighed deeply. "Taketora," he said as if he was an older figure advising a child, "how do you plan on getting a girlfriend if you're so dependent on me?"
Shibata looked offended and he opened his mouth to say something, but Ochiai didn't let him.
"As your trusted friend, I'll help you find the perfect girl. Let's start off simple. What's your type?"
Shibata looked annoyed, but he went along with it. He placed a finger on his chin as he thought about the answer to the question. Then, as honestly as always, he answered.
"You mean like a foreigner?"
"That's one way to see it."
Ochiai chose to ignore the look Shibata was sending him. It was now his turn to tap his chin thoughtfully. "Hm… alright! Then let's go look for her!"
Shibata gave him a blank look. "What?"
Laughing delightedly, Ochiai took Shibata's hand as he pulled his friend out of the room. "Let's go look for your girl!"
Shibata was struck speechless by the sight before him. "O… Ochiai… isn't this… kinda creepy?"
Ochiai looked at Shibata with a lazy grin on his face, but his fingers did not stop typing on the laptop. "What're you talking about? How's this creepy?"
"How's it not creepy?" Shibata shrilled as he tried to take the laptop away from his friend. "You're looking up pictures! Of… of…!"
"You're so cute when you're embarrassed, Taketora," Ochiai said with a laugh. He lifted the laptop high over Shibata's head. "C'mon, I found the perfect girl for you!"
This proved to be the perfect distraction for Shibata to calm down. The shorter of the two looked at Ochiai with wide eyes. "Really? … Perfect?"
Ochiai grinned. "Yup. Perfect. Long, silken golden hair."
"Long golden hair…?"
"Exotic enough for you?"
"Good. And she also has hazel eyes."
"Hazel?" There was a sudden awe in Shibata's voice that caught Ochiai by surprise.
Ochiai blinked. So that was the shortie's type. He grinned. Might as well as continue this on a little bit longer…
"And that figure," Ochiai added, grinning at the picture on the laptop, "is exotic beyond words."
Shibata's face was turning red. Ochiai mentally took a picture of the sight. Who knows when else he would be able to see the confident wannabe delinquent blush like a virgin school girl?
Hopeful eyes met mischievous ones. Without realizing what he was agreeing to, Shibata slowly nodded. Ochiai, looking way too pleased with himself, brought the laptop low enough for Shibata to see it. Then he counted the seconds, waiting.
One… Two… Three… Four…
Ochiai couldn't hold back his laughter as his friend's face changed from hopeful to outrageous. Shibata pointed at the laptop screen, incoherent shouts sprouting from his mouth.
"Takeo! That's a dog!"
Someone kicked him awake. Ochiai coughed, surprised at the liquid that fell from his mouth. He squinted and saw the figure of the guard.
Damn. Just a dream.
He hugged himself just in time as the rod came down harshly on his back. He curled into a small ball, trying to minimize the damage. The blows continued to fall, again and again. But in his mind, there was only one thought, one person. One question.
Why did you betray me?