You're The Last One

The Phone Call

Perhaps it was Takano Masamune's little immaturity that he had come up with this little revenge. Without explanations, without a word, he'd drag the brunette every night to some place where he could show himself flirting in the open. Whether to show Ritsu that him going back and appearing into the man's life wasn't of any effect or something else, Takano couldn't be bothered. He was very satisfied to see the pained look in his kohai's eyes every once in a while.

The flickering colors of the lights dizzied Ritsu. But he just followed around silently like a loyal dog to his master. That night, after office hours, Takano had called him and had told him to accompany him to some goukoun. It wasn't the normal and formal place like most goukouns he knew.

"Oh...you have someone with you?"

Takano paid the shorter male with him a brief glance before resting his arm around the waist of the voluptuous woman. "Yeah. He's my bodyguard."

The woman laughed. Her sweet voice mingled with the hypnotizing beat of the music. ''It looks the other way around to me..."

One tall man, and one desirable woman blended with the rest of the people swaying on the floor. Sometimes they were drenched in the shade of red, sometimes green, sometimes a mixture of all colors they were hard to look at.

Takano would occasionally brush his lips against the woman's ear which would earn a flirtatious pat on his sturdy chest. The green eyes, silently sitting at a lonely stool would just look at them dance away into a different dimension.

Ritsu wouldn't ask why he was being dragged around. He just did as he was told. Being asked to buy Takano this, order that and carry this, he politely did. He wouldn't even complain. And the most thing that annoyed Takano was there were some points when the brunette seemed to be even enjoying the whole set-up. Even when Takano would leave with a woman or a man and completely leaving Ritsu to go home on his own, he got no word of complaint from the brunette.

"Is he doing this on purpose?" Takano said under his breath. "Cause it's either that, or he's a freaking masochist."

"I'm sorry?"

Blinking curiously at his face, the face of the woman smothered with make-up and a sickening smell of fragrance was what Takano greeted him from his thoughts. He forced a smile that the woman read as flirting.

"You know what Takano-san, you've been looking at that direction for a whole while now...is something the matter?"

Takano didn't give an answer and instead just finished the song before sitting back at their table.

When the two came back, a lot has been already drinking the heat away while eyeing possible partners for the night. Be it woman, man or both didn't matter as long as it was a no-strings attached thing. The table was full of finger foods and different kinds of drinks. People that Takano only knew by face were around it, chatting and talking in hushed voices.

"Aren't you drinking?" one baby-faced man asked as he handed Ritsu a glass of bourbon.

"No thanks..."

The woman snakeing on Takano's arm leaned forward, showing an ample amount of curves to Ritsu.

"I thought since you came with Takano-san, you'd be game with anything. Seems like you are a lightweight..."

Others started laughing. The strangers started patting him playfully on the arm urging him to drink. When Ritsu saw a glimpse of an irritated Takano, the brunette looked back at the glass of drink before him.

"Hey...are you going to make me lose face here?" Takano asked. "I brought you with me after all, might as well not be a party-pooper..."

"But..." Ritsu tried to reason out. But it seemed like there wasn't another option.

"Have you forgotten that for you to get it, you have to earn it? I've been so kind to introduce you to the people who offered me comfort when you discarded me...don't give me that face."

"Where is it? Where..."

If he could turn everything upside down inside that car, he would have done it. He had flipped the car carpet, reclined the car seats too many times and even had looked at the trunk and at the small spaces of the car no one would normally look into.

Sweaty, face contorted in pain, Ritsu stopped his search all at once. Little gasps of panick escaped his lips as he started turning into a ball at the back seat. He rubbed his forehead against the leather seat while clutching his stomach with both his arms tightly.

"..."

He couldn't cry out in pain even if he badly wanted to. As if needles were poking at his abdomen, they pricked slowly in and out, sending a burning sensation hotter than being burned literally. He just bended and bended into a fetal position, wishing the pain goes away before Takano Masamune sees him in such a pathetic state.

The summer night seemed so long and the stars flickered beautifully in the sky. He lifted his gaze just a bit and saw them like a sleeping pill. Off he drifted to sleep, giving him a bit of freedom from the binding pain that was more vivid than most realities he knew.

"Tsk...I gave him my keys because he said he forgot something..." Takano hissed, stomping the soles of his shoes as he made his way into the middle of where he had parked his car. The area was deserted save from the occasional car honking from somewhere, and some indistinct laughter from drunk youth passing by.

Takano inserted a hand inside his pocket and inhaled the polluted and warm air of the capital and sighed.

"Does it take forever to take what he has forgotten?"

As soon as he reached his car, he didn't have to check that the person inside was asleep. Hell the car door was open inviting enough for a thief or a murderer. Takano was ready grabbing the man lying on his car seat awake, however, his attention was grabbed by something else.

A sound of a ring tone begging to be found rang into the dark haired man's ears. Perhaps Onodera was really a lightweight to pass out after just having a glass of alcohol. The man couldn't even be awakened by his own phone call.

"Tsk...what am I doing...really?"

Takano bended and reached for the bulge at Ritsu's side. Carefully, he inserted a hand inside the tight pocket and grabbed the screaming phone out. The hazel eyes glinted by the LCD light, he read the name of the caller.

"Kusama Hiroki...?" Takano read aloud, throwing a distasteful glance at the sleeping brunette. "He has someone to call him even when it is this late?"

The man swiped the phone to take the call though he didn't have any intention of answering.

"Onodera-san? Thank goodness!" said the somewhat young and relieved voice in the other line. "I didn't notice right away since I am having the night shift...but I just noticed your painkillers and medicine pouch on my table. You must have forgotten them during your check-up earlier...Anyway you're scheduled for an appointment tomorrow too so you can just get it then... I was just worried you may be searching for it nonstop..."

Takano just stood there listening to the worried voice of the man who didn't get any reply.

"Hey...Onodera-san? Are you okay? Hello?"