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Italian Sushi	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 2905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Time has a funny way of passing you by when you're hiding in the backseat of a car, with your ears covered so you don't hear the terrible singing from your boyfriend. But as long as Tsume was distracted, he'll be in Rome in no time. He just wished the model didn't open the window to let out the smoke and smell of his cigarette; the air is a bit chilly, chilly enough that he sneezed at one point; thankfully, Tsume had the music up very loud at that particular song so he wasn't heard. But, sometime during the drive, Toboe unknowingly drifted to sleep. A deep sleep at that. He never heard the radio turn off, or felt the car stop. And by the time his eyes drift back open...
"Hungry?" Tsume says in close proximity. "Here." He shoved food at him. "I didn't know what you liked, so I got the menu." He poked the hidden teen on the forehead with a wrapped breakfast sandwich.
Snickering, Toboe pat his forehead before taking the sandwich. "Thanks." Standing with his back hunched due to the roof of the car, he took a seat then stretched his legs out to remove the cramps from them. Unwrapping the food, he bit off a big bite, chewing it happily while looking about the location they're in.
Cocking his head, Tsume smirked, shaking his head in dismay before sitting back more comfortably in the backseat to eat as well.
"Where are we?" Toboe asked after a minute or so.
"Hn. You know we're in Rome, stow-away."
Blushing at the fact that Tsume made the word come off as his name,;Toboe fidgets in his seat. "Are you really mad?"
"Are you kidding, I just about mauled you when I found out you were back here." He reached out brushing his fingers through the teen's hair. "You know Kiba is going to kill you."
Toboe swallowed hard at that statement. "I know," he says lamely. "But, Tsume, I have to be with you!"
His pleaded words seemed to stab the man causing him to look at his lap ruefully. "I have to be with you, too. But, you're leaving in two days."
"So." He shrugs.
"Sooo, so. So we can't keep playing these kissing games; its not gonna end well for either of us." He dropped the sandwich, half covered in the wrapper, into one the bags between them. He kissed the glum teen on top of his head. "And as much as I want to continue having this little breakfast picnic with you, I'm running late." Climbing out of the backseat, Tsume walked around to the front of the car climbing into the driver's seat.
Feeling guilty, Toboe slowly chewed on hash brown discs; wondering if a 'sorry' will cover it. 'But at least he isn't mad, or planning on sending me back with Kiba and Hige.' His appetite returned.
"Hand me a sandwich." He reached his right hand over his shoulder between the opening of the front area.
Slyly smiling, Toboe responds in a teasing tone. "Wouldn't you like it better if I fed you?"
"Oh sure!" Tsume humors him. "And when we get into an accident, and die, we won't have to worry about our future because the Gods will send me to Hell for touching a minor."
Rolling his eyes; he hands the man a sandwich. "I didn't know you believed in the Gods."
"I don't. But, you never know."
"Mhm. ...Thanks for letting me stay with you, Tsume."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really." He smiled shaking his head.
The two drive in verbal silence, but music is playing, so it's not uncomfortable. But still... Toboe can feel a presence is his chest, foreign and painful. He sipped his orange juice gingerly.
...
"Tsume, where the hell were you - - babysitting?" The director asked, when looking at Toboe standing beside Tsume.
"Something like that."
"We can't have you being late. Get to hair and make-up." The man eyed Toboe once more then walked away in a huff.
Glaring, Toboe thinks to himself. 'What a creep. The modeling people are much nicer than movie people.' Turning to Tsume he asked. "Tsume, what did that guy say?"
"Nothing important; forget him." A hand on the stowaway's shoulder, he leads him to a small white trailer. "Wait outside, there isn't enough room in there with everyone poking and moving about."
"Okay." Standing outside of the trailer, Toboe looked about the area. 'So this is a movie set?' Orange gaze looking around in a more photographic way; he plans to tell the other guys at home what it was like. They'll be so jealous. 'Aaa!'
A woman with more beauty than he knew women could have, walked right past him; turning her lovely green eyes on him right before she smirked and waved in passing.
Breath held, Toboe wondered. 'Who is that beautiful lady? Is she in the movie, or just hanging around for the stars? I've heard about those kinds of people but...'
"You look amazing!" Says the director to the woman; touching her bare shoulder. "Let's get you over here; Tsume's still in make-up."
Cocking a brow, Toboe wondered what the man said, though, he did understand Tsume. 'Don't tell me that she's the woman he's acting with?' He can feel that tingling again, it's bubbling like it wants to come out of him through a scream, but he won't allow that. He won't embarrass himself in front of strangers by screaming or crying like a child; he's sixteen after all - - a man. Men don't cry. But he can't remove the itchy feeling shifting around his body, at least he couldn't... until the door to the make-up room opened and out steps Tsume to erase it all.
"Wow, Tsume; you look gorgeous."
Brow raised the budding actor responded. "Only women are gorgeous by the way you said it. But, thank you."
Following behind him, Toboe says. "Speaking of gorgeous... who's that lady with the black hair and green eyes?"
"Nilia Gristen. My movie girlfriend."
"I thought so," He says heavy-hearted.
"Toboe, are you sure you wanna stay with me? I can call a cab to take you to my penthouse."
"No." He says quietly then quickly perks up. "I mean, no way! I'll stay here. I've never seen a movie set, or movie being made before. Will they let me stay?"
"I'll ask."
Picking their way through the light cables, and moving men, set people, and whatnot they locate the director sitting in a director's chair behind a camera that looks more like television then a camera.
"Paolo?"
That was all Toboe could make out as Tsume spoke quickly with the man in Italian. The director looked Toboe over a second then replied just as quickly, though, not as romantically as Tsume made it sound, since the man has sort of a higher tone with a bit of smoker's grisle behind it.
"He says you can stay, but you have to be quiet." He then added. "No pictures or other recordings, either."
The man speaks again; Toboe turns his eyes to Tsume asking without question, 'what did he say?'.
"He says the snack table is over there." He points.
Looking to where the model is pointing, Toboe nods; wondering what that has to do with anything? He's not some dumb kid that needs snacks to make him sit still and behave. Tsume walked over to the table grabbing a chair setting it beside the director.
"Is that what you meant?" Toboe asked taking a seat.
"Everyone on set!" A man shouted.
There was a flurry of movement from here and there Toboe can hardly keep his smile down seeing Tsume sitting in a large prop train. It's sliced open so you can see inside, but it looks very real on the screen as Toboe shifts his eyes up and down from set to screen.
The woman with the dark hair walked into frame. She looks even more beautiful on camera! She glanced around the train then spots a seat next to Tsume; who's reading a newspaper.
Toboe listened to what seems to be "Excuse me", then she's apparently asking to sit beside him. Tsume says "I'm sorry, I don't speak the best Italian" to the woman in Japanese language.
"I am sorry," Nilia says in english now. "May I sit?"
Nodding, Tsume scoots over a bit to make room for her.
Leaning over to the director, Toboe asked. "If its a silent movie, how come they're talking?" He prayed it came out alright, he hated speaking in English it really embarrasses him.
"Quiet kid. We edit the voices out later."
"Oh. That must be hard."
"Sssshhhh!" Four people hiss at him.
"Alright, I'm sorry." He says a little too loudly.
Again he's answered with, "Ssshhhhh!"
Hands up in defense he closed his mouth. The movie rolled along for hours, with a few breaks here and there; those being the parts Toboe loved, since Tsume came over to him, and he could tell him how good he thought he was. And his boyfriend would share a snack with him. Nilia was there one time; she talked to Tsume saying 'hello' to him in english. He blushed, saying 'hello' back.
"How do you know Tsume?" Her broken tone asked.
"I met him in Japan." He's glad that someone speaks just as average as he does.
Nodding she smiles. "He is very nice, yes?"
"Uh-huh. I like him a lot."
"Me too." She smiled then walked off.
Glaring Toboe asked. "What did she mean by that?"
"Beats me." Tsume doesn't notice what Toboe was asking about. "Listen, Toboe, it's getting late; and you're probably hungry. I can have a pizza sent to my place, and get you a cab over there. Why not go?"
"Because I wanna stay here with you. And the snacks here are filling enough."
"Yeah, sweets and vegetable sticks - - what a meal." Wrapping an arm around the teen's shoulders, he leads him back over to the director. "It shouldn't be too much longer."
"Alright. I'm not leaving without you, Tsume."
"I know." He was just glad that no one here speaks Japanese.
"I love you." Toboe, it seems, has just thought the same thing for him to have said that.
"I love you, too."
Smiling as though he just got all he needed, he took a seat with the director.
"Action!"
And just like that Nilia walked up to Tsume, wraps her arms around him, and kissed him.
"...Tsume!" The hurt and angry emotion cried out.
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"I can't believe you would kiss her right in front of me like that!" Toboe huffed as he's lead off set by the scruff of his shirt. "What were you thinking?!" He hollars when they reach the street, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
"Oh, you're right. I should have gotten script approval from you, or maybe saw to it that the director be more sensative to my jealous boyfriend by telling him that Nilia and I should fake a kiss."
"You didn't have to French her." Snapped enraged; then, in his best Kiba tone he says. "And don't make fun of me, Keina!" He attempted to wriggle free.
Tightening his grip, the actor-model says. "I'm not. I'm being completely serious; that woman is an actress and I am an actor - - or at least, I might be... if someone will stop fucking up my chances."
"Oh, real mature to say that from this one time." Mocked Toboe, adjusting his released clothing.
"What "One time"? You've been on my ass since I brought you here!"
Toboe scoffed, crossing his arms.
Taking out his phone, Tsume called for a cab receiving the stink-eye from his young lover the entire call.
"And is there a sex scene? I know how these dirty Italians like to flirt."
"I'm sending you to my house; and you're gonna stay there, safe-and-sound, and out of my hair until I get back."
"Whatever."
"Likewise." Retorted the peeved.
After a moment of silence, Toboe says. "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Are you sleeping with her?" He asked again; he then went on in a rant. "Start a stupid family, then have the nerve to name one of the ugly brats after your male lover - - that's really sick, Tsume, really sick."
Bored expression on his face, the model answered the accused question with - - "You really are a dumb, pup, aren't you?"
The cab pulled in.
"Go home." Tsume insists.
"Gladly." Slamming the door of the cab, he looked out the window. "I hope your movie bombs!"
"Brat."
The cab pulled away. It did not get far, though, because as it reached the end of the street at a corner a tall and slender man appeared as if out of nowhere beside it, knocking on the window.
"Excuse me," he says, when the driver rolled down the glass. "may I split a cab with you?" This he says to Toboe.
The cabby glanced to the backseat; Toboe shrugs indifferently. "Let him do what he wants." His voice still carried snark and huff in it, as though Tsume is still with him.
Smiling, the stranger climbed into the backseat beside the boy.
"Where to?"
"Just drive, I'll tell you when." Says the man. Looking now at Toboe, he says kindly. "Thanks for letting me split with you."
Toboe looked at the stranger; head cocking as he takes in the pale appearance. The man has hair in dark purple spiked out in back; pointy features like a finely cut statue; but, the thing about him that made Toboe blush a bit are his two colored eyes. One blue and the other gold - - like Tsume.
"You're really handsome." He heard himself say before he could stop it.
Snickering, the stranger says. "Thank you; I think."
"Huh?"
"You just used such a hard tone. I'm not so sure it was meant as a compliment."
"It was; it's not because of you. I'm just mad at someone."
"Mm? Who?" He raised a thin purple brow.
"You don't know him."
"I might." The man shrugged. "My name is Darcia Rosalini, by the way." He held out his hand. "And you?"
"Darcia? As in the singer?"
"The one and only."
Toboe felt strange suddenly. He had no idea that Darcia lived - - or that he'd ever meet the man that first slept with Tsume - - his Tsume. "I... I..." He stammers.
Darcia smiled all glittery and pretty. "Don't you even know your own name?"
"It's Toboe Wolf," he says outright, then mutters a bit. "Bu-but you're Darcia, the Darcia."
"Mhm. Are you a fan?"
"I've never heard a song of your's a day in my life; but, you're the one that Tsume told me about."
Darcia snickered, causing the teen to release his bitter sitting position to replace it with a defensive one. "I couldn't help but notice that the two of you were having an arguement; what about?"
"As if I'd tell you. And what were you doing at the studio anyway? You still stalking him or something?"
"Hn. Stalking. And can I assume that this sudden attitude is due to the fact that Mr. Keina is running his mouth again about me?"
Shrugging, the young teen says coolly. "He might have mentioned you; but, I keep him so busy... I doubt he has time to think about anything else."
A seductive laugh exits the man's mouth. "I never would have guessed."
"Guessed what?"
"That Tsume would find himself some bright young thing."
"Shut up! Tsume isn't like you."
This intriuged the man because he didn't know that he was a 'type'. "Do tell, what this type is, Toboe Wolf."
"Don't say my name like that; and you know what type I mean - - molester!" He accused.
It started as a quaint smirk before exploding into a barked laugh. "His hatred still burns for me even after all these years. I should tell you, though, what happened between Tsu' and me is our business. However, since you know some of the details, I may as well fill in the blanks. Tsu' stalked me from the moment I made eye contact at one of my shows. That kid popped up everywhere, he wanted me," The word dripped from his mouth like acid. "And did not hide it even slightly. So one day he came to my dressing room for an autograph, or something; throwing off more arrogance than a punk kid needs to... but I offered myself to him, just to see the outcome; I've never been with a guy before that day, and..." He trailed off smiling at his personal time with the model.
Staring with interested ears. "What?"
"My little experiment got out of hand, and we had sex."
"You don't accidently have sex!" Belted the teen. His hair bristled his anger.
"But we did," He sighed. "it was incredible. I never had anything like that in my life and," with a shrug, he says. "I thought, as we lay there, this will be my secret from the world - - like having my own attractive doll to play with."
Growling in the manner he's, from afar, heard his brother use when he's beyond words Toboe snaps. "You called him a "play thing"! Get it right, you dumb fuck! Do you have any idea how much that hurt Tsume?!"
"It must have; because Tsu' hooked up with a twelve-year-old."
"I'm sixteen! Not that that's any of your business! And Tsume" He stressed, tired of hearing the man say his lover's name in such a friendly term. "and I are just friends."
"Tch. There's no such thing as 'just friends' when you're horny; only a warm, soft place to stick it, that, hopefully, won't tell."
That did it. "Get out!"
Laughing, the man seemed to make himself more comfortable to say. "Or what?"
"I scream that you're molesting me; and with my range, your reputation will be dead by the time you pull the handle on the door. The whole city will banish you, and so will the rest of Italy." Proud that he paled the smug ass singer into silence, he took triumph in having that means to make a person nervous - - trash talk, if he needed to.
Out of the cab, the singer leaned in through the window. "He'll hurt you, boy. Once he feels that his hold on you is slipping, he's gonna drop you fast."
Trying not to listen, Toboe crossed his arms and looked out the opposite window. "Driver, weren't you supposed to take me somewhere?"
Nodding the man pulled back into the street, leaving Darcia seething behind it.
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