Much Needed Time Off

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHH..."

It was the best word to describe how he felt at the moment, other than "DAMN what the hell did I do last night?!" It was more difficult to get the latter out more so than the former, so he stuck with what he could do.

Hiro's eyes felt heavy, and his head hurt, and excruciatingly so at that. The sunlight that was filtering in through the curtain of his bedroom window was blinding, and he shut his eyes again before his headache got worse. He rolled over and buried his face in the soft, cold cotton sheet beneath him and sighed. He couldn't remember much about last night- all that he had gone to get Sushi with K and had one too many American beers. Oh well- at least he'd gotten back to his apartment alright.

He...WAS...at his apartment, wasn't he?

Hiro lifted his head again and stared down at the sheets below him. They were an impressive white, almost blindingly so...his sheets were blue. He pushed himself up stiffly, and looked at the comforter that fell off him to his right. It was a plain green...his was black.

He could feel a sinking feeling in his stomach as he sat up and looked at his surroundings. Nope...this was definately not his apartment. Everything was too big, too white and looked faaaaar too expensive to be his place. So where WAS he?

He felt the bed shift and creak to his other side, and he turned to look at the origin of the noise. The first thing he saw was hair, long and blonde trailing over the sheets towards the other pillow. It kept going until it reached the head to the person it belonged to. It belonged to someone taller than him, someone with rather pale and flawless looking skin, someone with their back to him. Hiro could feel his breath hitch in his throat as his eyes widened, and he quickly looked back to the pillow beneath him. What..rather, WHO, had he done last night?! All he could remember was tossing back a few drinks with K before.....with....K..

Hiro looked back up, reached out a hand, and rolled the sleeping form over onto their back. Then he screamed.
* * * *

K WAS sleeping peacefully, his dreams blissfully empty and then pleasent at intervals, before he was forcefully woken up by the high pitched scream let go right beside his ear.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOH MY GOD!!"

AS if someone had just jumpstarted his addreneline battery, K shot up, his hand automatically going for the magnum beside on his nightstand before he sat up and pointed it at the source of the noise. "WHAT WHAT WHAT?!" It took him a second before he realized that the source of the scream came from a certain auburn haired man, and he growled slightly as he frowned at the boy. "NAKANO, don't EVER wake up someone who's body gaurded before with a scream!" K sighed long and hard as he put his face in his hand and set the gun back on the nightstand. His hair fell over his shoulders, and he looked back up at the guitarest with a frown. "What're you screaming about, anyways?" Hiro didn't answer at first. He just sat there, the sheets pooling around his waist as he stared wide eyed at the man across from him. "HIROSHI, are you even listening to m-"

"WHAT THE HELL AM I SCREAMING ABOUT?! WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING AT YOUR PLACE IN YOUR BED, K?!" Hiro didn't care he was screaming, especially not at K who sat beside him wincing.

"Last I remember, having incredible sex and going down on each other, but that could've just been me." K sighed, his answer as straight foreward as possbile. It was too early in the morning, he was too tired and sore, and Hiro was screaming WAY, WAY too loud. "I would've thought the pain in your ass would give him HEAD way to that."

"..." Hiro said nothing, just got up (sheets with him) and ran towards the bathroom.

K sighed. This was going to be the start of a VERY, VERY long day.
* * * *

"Just don't touch me."

"I'm standing on the other side of the room, Hiro."

"And that's STILL too close!"

K sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a frown.

Only after Hiro eventually came out of the bathroom shaking like a chihuahua, had kicked K out of his OWN room just to dress, and had screamed at the man for half an hour did he sit down, his face in his hands as he tried to process the new information going through his brain. "I...cannot....believe this.."

"Feh, YOU can't believe it? You were the one doing the hitting on, buddy, not me."

"I WAS DRUNK!"

"So was I!"

"You could've said no!"

"I could've said NO?! Trying not having sex in almost a year, having someone trying to suck your tonsils out of your throat and rubbing your crotch with their knee and tell them NO!" K pushed himself off from the wall he was leaning against, and walked to stand in front of Hiro. "What's the big fuckin' problem anyway?!"

K watched as Hiro finally snapped and stood up, now nose to nose with him. "WHAT the hell do you think, asshole! I just fucked my MANAGER!!"

"SO!! Rock stars do it all of the time!"

"Oh, so does that mean you've fucked RYUICHI TOO?!" Hiro didn't care what he was saying, and the anger in his blood only grew worse as K grabbed the collar of his shirt and threw him back down to the couch.

"Say that one more time and I'll break your fucking neck."

It wasn't an angry threat, nor was it hollow at that. Hiro blanched at it, a small amount of fear creeping into the anger. K had said it with such finality that it caught the guitarest off gaurd, and he sat there for a moment before he stood up again. "I'm going home, get the fuck away from m-..."

Hiro didn't have any time to finish his sentance before the collar of his shirt was grabbed again, and instead of meeting the couch he met the wall next to it. He didn't have time to move before a body stronger and heavier than his pressed him back, and he couldn't say anything before a pair of lips was brought down on his own, a slick, wet tongue entering into his mouth. His eyes flew wide open, and he tried to push the taller man away to no avail. He finally pulled his face away, breaking the kiss with a scowl. "K, what the hell do you think you're do-"

"Shut up, Hiro."

"WHAT?!"

"SHUT.....shut up....I've got a splitting headache and your yelling isn't helping." K's voice had lowered, and the blonde's face was now gently setting in the crook of Hiro's neck.

"..Get off of me."

"No." The word was simple enough, and true to his word K remained planted where he was. Hiro could feel the hot breath against his throat, the hands on either of his arms pinning him against the wall, his chest touching the blonde's. They seemed to stay that way for a while before the two men finally realxed, and K lifted his head to look at Hiro. "Listen..what are you so pissed off at? AT me, or BECAUSE it's me? In case you don't remember YOU'RE the one that came on to me to begin with and I wasn't about to say no, as if I had a choice really...so now you going to keep yelling at me or are you going to hear what the hell I've got to say?" K waited, and when no response came he took that as an allowence to speak. "I'll admit it, we both got pretty trashed last night...I brought you here cause I didn't want you driving your bike home and breaking your neck, alright? When we got here I tried putting you to bed but you didn't wanna sleep, and you wouldn't let go of me...then you started going on about how you 'really liked me' and then you started really going at it, and what the hell was I supposed to do?!..."

Hiro felt K lean off of him, although there wasn't much distance between their bodies. K sighed heavily as he shook his head. Hiro blinked and frowned, sighing himself. "You could've said no."

"I didn't WANT to say no."

Hiro blinked in confusion, his eyes slightly narrowing. "Why not?" Hiro waited but recieved no answer as K stepped away from him and sat down on the couch, his forehead in one hand. The blonde had forgotten to put his hair up or even a shirt on, so he sat there with only a black pair of slacks he'd found on the floor in Hiro's rush for him to leave his bedroom. "I thought you were straight."

"Apparently not."

"I thought you were married."

"...me too." K's voice had dropped to barely above a mummble, and he sat there, hands clasped together as he stared at the floor.

"..What?"

K said nothing at first, just pointed at the dining room table where the manilla envelope from the previous night still sat. "Go look at it."

Hiro frowned, confused. What did that have to do with anything? HE mentally shrugged, figuring if it would explain what the hell K was talking about he'd do it. He walked over to the envelope, picked it up and looked at it. It was a plain manilla envelope, to be sure, and the frown on Hiro's face didn't leave as he opened it and pulled out the thick collection of papers inside. They were 'offical', as K would put it, neatly typed up on a computer and bore a few signatures. Hiro was about to put them away, claiming nothing special about them until a headline at the top of the top sheet caught his eye. "...K?" The manager didn't answer, nor did he expect the blonde to as Hiro turned the front sheet towards him. "What...what are these?"

K sighed, and he looked up at nothing in particular as he muttered something out.

"What?"

"...They're divorce papers."

Hiro stood where he was, speechless. It wasn't so much that they actually WERE divorce papers as K had said, so much as the look on his manager's face. The normally cocky face was softer now, and growing more and more depressed looking by the second.

Hiro didn't know what to say...what COULD he say? It was only when K did something Hiro had never seen him do did the guitarest start to worry.

K....was crying.
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AN-.wow....this was a weird chapter. I felt weird writing it....maybe im tired...roight. more to come

follow up- HAH! now there's a noise!!! XD