MARTINI BLUE oikawa tooru

four. SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME

          "Do you remember me?" Oikawa Tooru asks uncertain, his black shirt clings to his torso over tight pants. He approaches cautiously, carefully taking in all the details surrounding him, her black bra in the dark of the night and the way her eyes reflect the dim lighting from where the party rages on.

Tahjiko reaches inside one of the pockets of her pants that were probably meant for accessories and pulls out a cherry shaped sucker, tossing another one to Tooru as she pockets the wrapper again.

          "Should I remember you?" She asks back, finally.

The bitter warm taste is still in the back of her mouth and smeared all over the front of her crop top pointlessly. That Nishida guy, for such nice abs, had such a big Type A complex. If she'd agreed to anymore than a blowjob he probably would've spent the night choking her out, not that she doesn't like it but there has to be certain conditions present first, like her guarantee to live, if she's going to agree.

          "I remember everything about you." Tooru answers, her lips around the sucker paint a nice picture of what happened five minutes ago.

          "Calm down experiment 244." She scoffs eyeing him up and down like she's an appraiser. "What does a pretty boy like you want anyway?"

          "I want to be friends."

          "Already have the friends I need."

          "But you don't know you want me yet."

          Tahjiko fixes Tooru with a playfully coy glare as she closes the distance between them. Rubbing his soft crown of brown hair she looks him dead in the eye with cold confidence while pulling the sucker from her lips slowly. Her hands in his head feel amazing, such a simple motion could reduce him to dust right at that moment if he had a little less willpower and ambition. "You were a good one night stand, for your age. But that's all you are."

            Tooru smiles, there's one way to get to Tahjiko that he's pretty sure will work. "I can get Mari-chan on the starting line up."

            She steps away, a cold calculating face covering her panic almost absolutely. It's like the kickback from firing a gun that pushes your body off equilibrium before resetting. "Don't call her that."

          "Or what Tahji-chan?" He jeers closing the distance, the hungry carnivorous look in his eyes takes over he found the weakness.

          "I can destroy you." She breathes, and the two predators lock eyes calmly, coolly. Tahjiko has faith in her friends and thus in her statement. Between the five they can paint whatever story they want from their lowly social positions. Rumors circle them like vultures to a killed animal but that only helps them set the stage for the scandal of a century if that's what they want. Tooru doesn't know what her eyes hold but he knows that she's dead serious.

            Someone rushes into the gravel causing Oikawa to back out of Tahji's grasp while dust is kicked up. The figure's blond hair flopping with his sheer speed as he pulls the keys out. "We need to go right now Tahji, holy crap." Tooru recognizes him as the hot DJ as he looks between the two trying to find the connection. "Oh shit, hey guy, do you want a ride?" Daniel says, unlocking his beat up white truck as him and Tahjiko slip inside.

          "Stop being friendly Daniel we're having a dispute."

          "You have a dispute with your house plant, Tahj. Come on, I'll take you both back."

          Tooru makes his choice as he slides into the back of the truck. "What happened back there that has you so spooked blondie?"

          "Aoki Daniel, would be pleased to meet you, but I kind of have a boyfriend right now, so I'll just stick to not pleased to meet you."

          Tahji snorts, "How do you kind of have a boyfriend?"

          "I can show you," Tooru offers from the back as she shoots him a glare. Daniel laughs, he likes this one just as much as his dear friend doesn't.

          "One of Itsumi's dealers wanted to secure some customers so she started talking up some kids and she had a pocket knife that she was pretty flashy about so people are starting to get a little antsy." Daniel mutters as he drives carefully. "Put on a shirt and your seat belt or we're gonna get caught if you look like you just blew a guy."

Tahji rolls her eyes but obliges, pulling a rose embroidered long sleeve over her shirtless body and pulling on her seatbelt as they pass a sheriff's car speeding off in the direction of the party.

          "Do you guys do this every Friday?" Tooru asks from the back as Tahji pulls her hair out of it's pony tail. His eyes almost roll back into his head as he's struck with a waft of wildflowers, it's like heaven.

          "Usually they're Saturdays and you should see what goes down in Tokyo baby bumpkin." Daniel smiles fondly. "It's a whole new world out there."

           Tahji shows him the picture even though he's driving. "You suck at this, Wonho is so much better at taking photos than you."

          The responsible driver doesn't look at her  but rools his eyes, "Wonho can't even spell his own name in Kanji."

          "Meanie."

          "Yah slave driver, feed me at your apartment since I saved you from the big bad deputies and can't go home tonight."

          "Needy meanie."

          "Uhh, I can cook if you need--"

          Daniel looks over at Tahji, a lazy grin on his face. "I like this one, you should keep him."