Target Found [complete]

[Hasegawa Katsuya]

"Oh, well, we can have a bite to eat afterwards," Katsuya said, throwing an arm around Yoshiaki's shoulders. "I always get hungry... don't you?"

Leading her into the closest inn, Katsuya deposited her by the door, sidling up to the front desk and murmuring in the manager's ear. "I want a room in the back, if you catch my drift," he said, sleaze practically dripping from his voice.

[Nakata Yoshiaki]

"Well, it's an essential meal," Yoshiaki agreed, cutting himself short as they approached the front desk. Of course, he didn't know why Katsuya was murmuring something into the manager's ear--he figured they were bargaining over room prices--and he certainly didn't understand why the manager was staring at him strangely.

And why, after smiling the brightest grin he could muster, the eyebrow that had originally shot up elevated even higher.

Still, there was a nod, money exchanged hands, and they were led to a room that was much further back than Yoshiaki thought they'd have to travel. He wondered how crowded the inn had to be for them to get a place so far out of the way.

[Hasegawa Katsuya]

"Just put your things down anywhere, Arisu-chan," Katsuya purred, slipping off his jacket. "I'm not a neat freak or anything." He pulled off his shirt, smirking proudly as he revealed his toned chest. "Well... let's get this thing started."

[Nakata Yoshiaki]

Yoshiaki stared at Katsuya undressing for a bit, unable to move as that churning feeling in his stomach had returned. Doing his best to turn around, he placed his shamisen down carefully as he didn't want to accidentally drop it. The feeling had never felt this bad, or rather, this strong, and he wasn't sure what to make of it.

Maybe he really should have eaten something.

However, in a moment, the feeling that had quickly morphed into vertigo disappeared, and he felt his fingers reaching up to touch his lips.

Carelessly dropping everything to the floor, he turned around, an unfamiliar smile forming on his face. He knew he was reaching out to Katsuya, but he wasn't sure why, or what he was planning to do. He felt completely out of control.

Still, he was the one placing his hand on Katsuya's chest, and there wasn't anyone else there to lean towards the other, to push the undressing Katsuya closer to the bed.

[Hasegawa Katsuya]

"Hahaha, slow down there, sweetheart..." Katsuya's laugh was nervous, and he found himself stepping away from Yoshiaki. "Let a guy finish, huh?" He didn't know what it was, but he felt a sudden change in the girl's demeanor, and he didn't like it at all.

"You know... maybe we should have that dinner after all!"

[Nakata Yoshiaki]

"Oh, I thought this was dinner?" That wasn't a smile on his face, he realized, it was a smirk. He felt as if there was some important knowledge that he knew, but Katsuya didn't, but in truth, he had no idea what he was keeping from the other.

Giving the other one last push, he felt a sense of satisfaction in seeing Katsuya fall onto the bed. He was probably showing it too, as the mercenary looked nervous.

For a moment, he felt his arm moving, reaching towards--he forcefully stopped himself. Yoshiaki was much more than confused. However, he soon shook himself out of it, although the hand was withdrawn. "It's a lot more fun if you don't throw out all of your clothes at once."

But why would he throw out his clothes? Yoshiaki asked himself.

[Hasegawa Katsuya]

"What the hell d'you think you're doing?" Katsuya asked angrily, shoving Yoshiaki off. It wasn't like he couldn't handle the rough stuff or anything, it was just that Yoshiaki was freaking him out. "If you're gonna go all creepy and shit on me, you can forget it."

[Nakata Yoshiaki]

Inwardly, Yoshiaki was frowning, eyebrows scrunched up, worried. However, he appeared to be smiling in satisfaction, and while he did agree that whatever it was he seemed to be doing was making him a bit happier, it was scarier Katsuya. That was bad.

He felt himself lean down again, this time actually finding a place to lie, propped up on an arm, next to Katsuya on the bed. The clothes that he wore beginning to slip off of his shoulders.

"Creepy and shit? Well, I thought you'd be grateful. I saved you from the most embarrassing moment of your life."

[Hasegawa Katsuya]

"Embarassing?" Katsuya frowned. "What d'you mean by that?" He narrowed his eyes at Yoshiaki as her clothes began to slip off; was it just him, or did she seem a lot flatter up close?

[Nakata Yoshiaki]

He pouted, as if in deep thought. "That hurts, Katsuya. You really don't know anything about me!" Gasping and throwing himself to the side in mock depression, he took the opportunity to grab Katsuya's arm and pull the other on top of himself.

Yoshiaki thought it was a rather strange position to be in when they were angry at each other, but maybe they weren't--he was smiling, at least.

[Hasegawa Katsuya]

"I know plenty'a things about you," Katsuya protested. "You're cute, you make boxed lunches, and you're kinda insane. What else is there to know?"

[Nakata Yoshiaki]

Scoffing, Yoshiaki turned his head to the side. "Yeah, I like you too, Prince Charming. Too bad, though. You only got one out of three right. You fail the quiz." He was twirling his hair between his fingers, and while he hadn't understood anything else he had just done, he felt as if he could relate to this feeling.

It felt kind of lonely.

"In truth, if we were to actually eat something I made, we'd probably die of food poisoning. Also, I'm not insane. I'm also not Arisu." His voice rose on the name as he shook his head.

"My name is Nakata Yoshiaki." Yoshiaki tried to move closer to the other, smiling suspiciously. "You were about to bed a boy."

[Hasegawa Katsuya]

"Yeah, right!" Katsuya scoffed. "You're just pissy since I called you on your little crazy act. You're definitely not a guy." He stopped for a moment, pondering... maybe she was so crazy that she really thought she was a guy?

"Here. I'll show you." Katsuya grabbed Yoshiaki's kimono at the shoulders and pulled it down, exposing her bare chest.

"... y-y-you're really..." Katsuya let go of her - him - scrambling backward so fast that he fell off the side of the bed.

[Nakata Yoshiaki]

Propping himself up on both of his arms, Yoshiaki shot Katsuya his 'less-than-impressed' look. "What, are we allergic to men? Come back to bed, sweetie, it's cold without you." Sarcasm dripped from his voice, even though inwardly, he was scolding himself for being so mean.

"I'm not insane. I'm a guy. A bit feminine, but I still think you're a bit confused."

[Hasegawa Katsuya]

"A bit feminine?" Katsuya all but shrieked, scrambling to his feet. "You're fuckin' sashaying around Kyushu in that cute little kimono tellin' guys to sleep with you, and you think you're a bit feminine? You're insane! Out of your goddamn mind! Guys don't get in bed with other guys, it doesn't work that way!"