Room 304, Diety Hall

Author: Yukimi2 yukimi2@yahoo.com

Dedication: For VM =) I hope you enjoy the cake boy scene ^_-

Comment: Enjoy =)

Episode 33: the Politician’s Party

Shinya and Megumi were making the gigantic birthday cake in the kitchen while Mr. & Mrs. Terachi, Miyabi, Die, and Taka helped cook the other food. Toshiya had to squat so they could measure its size. The cake had a compartment that lifts the top of the cake up so Toshiya could get in and out.

"My legs hurt." The blue head whined.

Miyabi passed by. "Brat."

Toshiya stood up and glared.

"Toshiya! Don’t move and sit down." Shinya scolded. "The more you move, the longer it takes."

"DEMO!!" Toshiya stomped his feet.

Megumi stretched her arms. "Ne, Shinya. I’m getting tired too. Maybe we should stop for a bit."

The auburn head sighed. "Alright."

"Megumi-chan! Come help me here." Mrs. Terachi called out from the stove.

"Hai." The girl sauntered over to her aunt.

Mr. Terachi appeared beside her and hastily whispered. "So, Megumi. Which one is Shinya’s boyfriend?"

Megumi blinked. "He doesn’t really have a boyfriend."

"Come on. He has to have one." Her uncle urged.

Mrs. Terachi made a face. "Dear God. I hope it’s not that cake boy! Or that boy that looks like the cake boy! Or that boy that has a rat’s face!" {^^;;}

Megumi chuckled. "Auntie, no matter who it’ll be, you will never be satisfied with who Shinya chooses. Why don’t you ask Shinya?"

"Ah! SO he DOES have a boyfriend!"

"…well…sort of…"

Mr. Terachi looked confused. "There can’t be a ‘sort of’ in that…."

"He just really likes this guy and the guy really likes him too, but they’re not together---yet, that is."

"He is one of these young ‘uns, right?"

"Hai."

"Which one?"

Megumi looked around. Shinya had gone to take the dog out. Only Taka remained in the room. The rest of the people were probably taking smoking breaks.

Megumi pouted. "He’s not here."

"Damn." Mr/Mrs. Terachi cursed.

****

in the reception hall….

The rest of the group were busy decorating and setting up the room. Kyo and Levin blew balloons up. Koji, the only one tall enough, would tie the balloons up by a large sign that said ‘happy birthday’. Everyone else setup chairs and the round tables.

"I’m out of breath!" Kyo complained in a squeaky voice.

Levin laughed and pointed at Kyo. "Hahahaha! You sound funny!"

Kyo hit him on the head.

"Ittai~! Kyo hit me!"

Kaoru passed by with two chairs under his arms. "Kyo, violence is not the answer."

"Look who’s talking," Kyo grumbled. "You’re always putting your fist up Hakuei’s jaw."

Kaoru glowered. "He started it first!’

"I do not!!"

Kaoru turned to see a glowering Hakuei with a ladder tucked under his arm. "Yeah you do!!"

Kaoru glared.

"Prove it, Rat Face!"

"See?? You just called me that ---- that *cursed* NAME!"

"So?"

"WHY YOU---!!"

"Woo-hoo! Fight!" Kyo yelled.

Kaoru and Hakuei were close to punching each other in the face, but stopped once they heard barking. Puppy. That meant Shinya was around. Both men continued each other’s menacing glare, but took a few steps away from each other.

"Hey, guys. How’s the decorating going?" Shinya asked.

"It was great until you showed up." Kyo said.

Shinya bapped him on the head.

"OW~!"

"Actually, I came here to tell you we need help in the kitchen." Shinya informed.

"Really?" Kaoru said. "Like how? More cooks or dishwashers?"

"No," Shinya sighed. "I need more help on the cake. Toshiya refuses to stay still so I need either you or Hakuei in there."

"You should give him some nailpolish or magazine." Kaoru suggested. "That usually shuts him up."

"I tried ^^; he sighed. " I need more hel on the cake. Toshiya refuses to stay still so I need either you or Hakuei in here."

"I’ll talk to him." Hakuei said, as he practically threw the ladder toward Kaoru.

Kaoru caught it clumsily and glared.

Hakuei smirked.

*****

A bunch of gray haired old politicians filled the round tables of the simple reception hall quickly. Most were obviously rich and well-to-do, but were polite and in good spirits.

Kaoru was never good when it came to working as a waiter, but he kept his spirits high and smiled the whole time. It wasn’t too hard, but he never expected to get a few pinches on his ass from the old perverts.

The purple head finished filling the sake cups on one table, then walked toward the back of the room by the kitchen door, where Taka sat and rested. Kaoru leaned against the wall and slumped.

"I need a smoke." He said.

"You’d have to wait." Taka said.

"I know. But I feel so tired."

"Understandable, especially since having all these well respected politicians turn out to be generic deprived geezers is pretty disturbing."

"Well, at least you know they’ll enjoy Totchi’s show."

Suddenly, the kitchen door cracked open and Toshiya’s head popped out.

"Psst! Kaoru!"

Kaoru blinked. "Totchi?"

"I really need to talk to you." Toshiya whispered. He looked terribly worried.

Kaoru got up and went into the kitchen. "What’s wrong, Totchi?"

Toshiya looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "I can’t do this!" He spoke, exhasperated.

"W-what?"

"I can’t be the cake boy!" Toshiya said. "I just can’t do it!’

"Totchi, first of all, calm yourself." The purplehead grabbed a nearby stoo. "Here, sit down."

Toshiya sat down and twiddled his thumbs. "I can’t calm down! I don’t want to disappoint anybody! You guys were counting on me, but… but…" Toshiya felt his vision blur. "….wah! Kaoru, I can’t do it!!!"

"Totchi, now why can’t you do it?" Kaoru gently asked while holding Toshiya’s hand. "You’re Toshiya. You’re the sexy pouty brat that can get any guy wrapped around his finger. What could possibly go wrong?

"My father is out there…." He quietly said.

Kaoru’s eyes widened. "FATHER?!?!?!"

Toshiya nodded. "You’ll notice him. He never smiles and always has a cold scowl on his face."

Kaoru could remember clearly. Earlier, Taka was complaining about some asshole that didn’t seem to enjoy the party very much. The guy wasn’t very nice either.

Toshiya slowly got up and cracked the door open. He pointed to the table close to the other end. "That’s him over there."

Kaoru looked over the blue head’s shoulder. Yup. It was the same guy taka complained about. He wondered how Toshiya’s father seemed so stern and Toshiya seemed s carefree. "Your father is a politician??"

Toshiya nodded. "Hai. A senator."

"HOLY SHIT! A senator??!"

Toshiya bit his lip. He hated talking about his father. "Hai. He’s very difficult to warm up to. So now you see why I can’t do this." The blue head sat on the stool. "Kaoru…gomen…" he felt a tear slip down his face.

Kaoru gasped and wiped it away. "Totchi…. You don’t have to apologize ne." he grabbed both of Toshiya’s hands in his.

"D-demo…"

On the other corner of the kitchen, hakuei continued to wash dishes, but stopped once he saw the two together. At first glance, he fumed and wanted to toss Kaoru into the food grinder {tsk. Tsk. So violent!} Fortunately, the blond refrained his anger after he saw his lover’s tears. Something must be wrong. He swiftly left the sink, sneaked behind a large cart of food and listened to the conversation.

"Do the other politicians know who you are?"

"No." Toshiya replied. "The only person that knows me is my father."

Kaoru nodded. "Don’y have an ulcer about this, Totchi. Hope is not lost yet." He peered at Toshiya’s down trodden face.

"…my father hates me… if he sees me…" Toshiya sobbed.

"Your father can’t hate you…"

"Yes, he does!" Toshiya insisted.

"Even so, you can still get out there and be the best cake boy, I guarantee it." Kaoru smiled.

"But…"

Kaoru didn’t know why, but an invisible force caused him to lean forward and kiss Toshiya on the forehead. "I"ll take care of it, Totchi." He said. Toshiya blinked and felt his heart thump eradically.

Hakuei’s jaw dropped. He wanted to beat Kaoru to a pulp, but noticed his lover’s reddening face and dreamy gaze at the purplehead. The blue head never looked at the blonde in that manner before; no matter how sweetly or passionately they kissed.

Then Toshiya smiled. A sweet smile Hakuei had never seen before. How come he could never make him smile like that? The young man seemed so happy… and Hakuei’s heart began to sink, despite his growing anger and frustration.

*****

Kaoru went out the doors and found Taka still squatting. "Ne, Taka."

"Nani?"

"You’re still serving that guy’s table, right?"

"You mean that asshole?"

"Yep."

Taka rolled his eyes. "Yes. I hope to God I’ll never see him again."

"I was wondering if you could keep filling his cup with sake?"

"Huh? Oh, sure. Why?"

"Just be sure to get him as drunk as possible. And to increase that possibility, it’s better to keep his stomach empty. So decrease his portions a bit, ne?

"That’s an awesome idea!" Taka exclaimed. "If that butt fungus gets drunk enough and falls asleep. I won’ have to deal with his snot-nosed attitude all night! Kaoru, you’re a life saver!"

Kaoru smiled. "NO problem. It’s just nice to hit two birds with one stone."

*****

Kaoru continued to observe Sen. Hara, who took no notice of the plan against him. He continued to drink. Even Taka plastered the fakest smile as he urged the table to a drinking contest. The table cheered as they agreed to the idea, except for Toshiya’s father, who was already tipsy. Kaoru chuckled as Sen. Hara laid his scowling face on the table and fell asleep while his co-workers continued the jovial occasion. The purple head checked his watch.

~Just in time~ he thought.

Suddenly, the lights went out and Kaoru smiled. Toshiya was next on the entertainment list. The party grew silent, then cheered when a large birthday cake wa rolled by Levin to the birthday boy’s table. The birthday boy was pretty old, with gray hair poking out all over ht eplace and thinck-rimmed glasses that kept sliding down his nose. On top of that, his crookd teeth showed through his hentai grin. Once the cake was there, the old man slowly got up and started to blow the candles out. Kaoru wondered if the guy would start wheezing after blowing out all those candles, but the old man didn’t. Maybe he was just too eager to see Toshiya’s show.

The politicians clapped their hands after the last candle was blown out. Then, the lights came on and the top half of the candle lifted. Toshiya peeked out at first, then sighed in relief to see his father faced-down on the table. He smiled, then popped out of the cake. The ole men hooted. "Wooo! Cake boy! Cake boy! Cake boy!" they all chanted. Music started to play.

Toshiya wasn’t caring too much anymore who these men were. He was actually enjoying the attention. He loved it when people said he was sexy…except when Morita said it, of course ^^; Besides, he was doing something utterly blasphemous in front of his father, and it was just too good. {bad, bad toshiya..}

He jumped out with layers of clothing and a jacket on, just to make the show longer and better. The Blue head eyed the party with a seductive gaze, then slowly licked his lips while taking ihis time to take off the stuffy jacket. He let it slide down his shoulders and it landed in a heap bellow his slim legs. Now he wore a shirt with blue jeans. He took off his shirt and threw it toward the crowd. He giggled when it landed on his sleeping father.

Then, he had a very tight tanktop on. The blue head went on his knees and arched his back to the beat. his hands wandered over his own chest as his lips parted erotically and his tongue poked out to the side sensually.

The Diety hall residents in the reception hall were in shock, but couldn’t turn away from the slim, sexy figure. Nobody thought Toshiya would pull it off so well. Because Toshiya was unwilling to participate from the beginning, everybody thought the show wouldn’t be much. But now, their opinions have changed. Theiry eyes were glued and nobody could stop, except for Levin, who was shoved into the kitchen minutes after Toshiya took off his jeans and tossed it to the birthday boy. Now he was down to tight shorts and a tanktop.

Kaoru gulped as he watched Toshiya move like a skillful cat. His throat felt dry and his face felt hot. He really shouldn’t be doing this, but when Toshiya corssed his sexy legs, he just could not stop. Of course, the blue head had nice legs, he knew that before, but right now, everything about Toshiya was too hot to handle.

Soon, the blue head swiftly took off his tight tanktop and tight shorts, only to reveal the blue head clad in his black string bikini. {you know, the one that he bought because he thought they were going to the beach?} The outfit composed of more string than cloth. The song was almost at an end. Quickly, he put on his bunny ears and sat on the old man’s lap. The song ended.

"Happy birthday, Mr. President." He whispered to the man’s ear.

Cheers dominated the room as hoards of money were thrusted or thrown or handed to the grinning blue head.

Kaoru was supposed to collect the money so Toshiya would be able to keep hostessing, but the purple head felt blued to the spot. He blinked when he felt moisture on his upper lip. He felt it, then stared at his finger.

"OH, shit!" he cursed. Quickly, he grabbed some tissues and stuffed it on his nose.

"Kaoru? Daijyoubou?" Taka asked.

"Er…ano…can you collect the money for me for a sec?" Kaoru said. "I gotta go."

Taka blinked.

Kaoru bolted out the hall and into the restroom. He hastily grabbed more tissues as he attempted to stop his nose from bleeding.

*****

As the night bore on, Toshiya continued to jump from table to table, conversing with the politicians his father worked with. Amazingly enough, the was having fun with them. He liked people and he loved to talk. Plus, he was making generous tips.

"So what’s your name?" Mr. Tanaka,one of the people in the table asked.

"Er…" Toshiya rolled his eyes around nervously. He couldn’t tell themhis real name or else his father might find out. "they call me Totchi. ^^;"

"Totchi?" Mr. Tanaka blinked. "Interesting. They ought to call you Tigress or something like that. You’re too sexy for that name."

"Oh,you’re such a tease. Call me whatever you want." Toshiya hid the hurt he felt with a flirtatious smile. He loved being called ‘totchi.’ It made him feel cute.

"You know, you ought to be a model." Mr. Smith, a foreign ambassador, said as he placed his sake down.

Toshiya blushed. "Oh, I’m not that skilled."

"You don’t have to be skilled. Just maintain a good body, though I don’t have to tell you that from the looks of your nice…nice legs."

Toshiya winked,then crossed his legs. "It’s just my nature."

"Those models are lucky." Mr. Yamamoto said. "They don’t have to use their brains, but they get paid so much and become famous and successful. Mr. Tanaka, why don’t your invite this Tigress to your wife’s modeling agency? A body like this shouldn’t be wasted on being a cake boy."

Mr. Tanaka cleared his throat. "I was about to until you guys interrupted." He took out a business card and handed it to the blue head. "Here. That’s my wife’s card. She owns a famous modeling agency in France. I’ll give her a recommendation for you."

"Thank you." Toshiya smiled. "But I want to get my degree and work hard for success."

"Understandable. But keep your mind open for it. A lot of things happen in the road of life. If you run out of options, don’t hesitate to call my wife."

"I’m not sure if your wife would be happy to receive a call from a cake boy." Toshiya giggled.

"OH, don’t worry. She won’t mind because you’re a man. She’ll care if it’s a woman."

"Sou desu ka?" Tohsiya stared at the card.

"Hey, Mr. Tanaka." Mr. Yamato called out. He laughed. "Isn’t that Sen. Hara asleep on the table?"

Mr. Tanaka laughed. "It is! That guy never has luck!"

Toshiya snapped his head up upon the mention of this father’s name.

"Tsk. Tsk. Poor bastard." Mr. Tamato shook his head. "You know what I heard? I heard his son was rejected from all the IV league schools os he had to settle for some no-name college."

"Really?" Mr. Smith gaped.

"What’s even worse is that his son decided not to attend law school, but instead, major in fashion design."

The whole table gasped, except for Mr. Tanaka and Toshiya.

Toshiya was frozed on his seat. He felt a cold ice stab his heart. His dream, his lifelong dream, was just picked and laughed at by some well known and successful politicians. Of course, he felt pretty shitty.

Mr. Tanaka slammed his cup on the table with a sarcastic smile plastered on his lips. "Now, now, gentlemen. My wife happened to come from a –very- poor background. She went to a community college and received a degree in design. I assure you, she makes more money than I do selling her brand name items and she didn’t have to go to Harvard Law School to do that." He raised an eyebrow at all of them.

Toshiya couldn’t help smiling like an idiot. He wanted so badly to hug Mr. Tanaka and thank him with all his heart, but did not want to reveal his identity nor arouse suspicion.

The table was silent, except for Mr. Tanaka, who leaned back with a genuine and triumphant smile on his face while sipping his cup without a care in the world.

CONTD @ ~ Episode 34: I Love You

to be continued~