Prompt: 100 ~ Distracted June 2011©
Fandom: Antic Cafe
Focus: Takuya x Akira
Word Count: 1,194
Fandom: Antic Cafe
Focus: Takuya x Akira
Word Count: 1,194
Takuya refused to be distracted.
He needed to focus today.
At the moment, he was staring at the screen of his laptop where a game of Tetris was unfolding. It was engaging enough to keep his mind focused and ready to work, but banal enough not to tire him out and fun enough to keep him from dying of boredom.
Meanwhile, Miku was crouching by his seat. He was not touching the guitarist, even as he was leaned in so close that his nose discharged a spark of static electricity to Takuya’s cheek when he’d first shown up. The singer was staring unblinkingly at the shifting white of Takuya’s eye as he whispered in a nasal whine, “Nee, Takuya. Wha’cha doing?”
Takuya ignored him.
Miku was only doing this to annoy him. They were both bored after all, and of the two of them, only Takuya had a functioning laptop. Miku’s phone had died about an hour ago, so he was hitting new levels of desperation. Waiting around for ridiculous amounts of time in drab conference rooms that smelled like old coffee and bad catering didn’t scream ‘rockstar’ in the way that other aspects of the life did, but it was a part every bit as vital to the lifestyle as playing stages in arenas before thousands of screaming fans. But it was certainly boring.
Miku’s phone had died, leaving him with nothing to do. Takuya was on his laptop, Bou and Kanon had each other to amuse and they were teasing Teruki who was on his phone texting Hitomi. Miku was just bored.
His nasal whine was still in Takuya’s ears, so close that the guitarist could feel the vibrations of the singer’s voice as they hit his skin. But Takuya refused to be distracted.
“Nee, Takuya. You have a laptop; with Internet access. Why aren’t you on the Internet? If you go on the Internet, we could do something, like watch a movie, or read fanfiction, or troll forums, or look at cat pictures, or-”
Takuya wasn’t distracted, and going on the Internet would be a sure fire way to ruin that. He needed to stay focused for the contract settlement that would be taking place as soon as PSC’s executives finished consulting with their lawyers. The major details had already been finalized, An Café’s legal agents had been handling that part all week, only the finer aspects were left and Takuya was not about to let Miku, or Bou for that matter, weasel in some stupid detail for the upcoming tour that would force Takuya into some ridiculous costume or to play along with another idiotic stunt.
Keeping himself safe required focus, and Takuya refused to be distracted.
“Nee, Takuya,” Miku whispered brightly, ignoring Takuya wholesale. “Bou’s phone is ringing. Bou is checking the caller ID. I think it’s Akira-chan. Nee, Takuya, it is Akira-chan. I like Akira-chan. She’s fun and nice and pretty and-”
“Yah, Takuya!” Miku was interrupted by Bou’s shout. “Akira-chan thinks she left her umbrella in your car when you drove her home from practice. Have you seen it?”
“Yeah,” Takuya responded immediately. “I’ve got it. When does she want it back?”
Bou gave him a look, one filled with sass and snark. “I am not going to be your little in-between. Ask her yourself.”
An Café’s pretty ex-guitarist hopped off Kanon’s lap and threw the phone so that it slid across the table and skidded to a stop by Takuya’s hand. The current An Cafe guitarist picked it up to hear Akira frantically asking, “Bou? What happened? Are you okay?”
Akira was Bou’s self-assigned, bully-repelling-ninja, and her first instinct was to assume that someone unpleasant had happened upon him in the hallways. Takuya was quick to allay her fears, “Bou’s fine. He’s not at school today. He’s here at the office with us for a meeting with management.”
“Takuya-kun?” Akira asked, recognizing his voice.
“At your service,” he replied, his smile making it plainly into his voice.
Akira was about to say something more, but before she could she squeaked with something halfway between a sneeze and a hiccup. It was an adorable sound. And then she swore.
It was one of her cutest quirks.
Akira had a tough-bitch persona and her cute sneezes pissed her off like nothing else.
“Bless you,” Takuya told her, his slight smile spreading into a real grin for the first time that day. Psychotic and sensible, vicious and adorable, Akira was a mess of contradictions that Takuya would never cease to find fantastically amusing.
“Thanks,” Akira grumbled. Then her voice switched over to a much more cheerful tone. “So, do you have my umbrella?”
“Yep,” Takuya told her. “I tried to bring it up to your apartment yesterday, but you weren’t there.”
“Yeah,” Akira replied, a slight something in her voice that Takuya’s practiced ears heard loud and clear. “I’ve been staying with friends.”
“Having fun?” Takuya wondered immediately. That wasn’t the real story, but Takuya refused to pry. Asking any questions would only push her away.
“We’ve been watching a bunch of crazy chick flicks so it’s been pretty cool,” she replied.
After a short laugh, Takuya asked, “When do you want your umbrella back?”
“I can drop by your place this afternoon when you get back from your meeting,” Akira suggested.
“I’ll see what I can do to make this meeting finish up early,” Takuya promised.
Quickly, Takuya added, “And you know, we don’t have practice tonight and I’ve been dying for a rematch against you at Mario Kart.”
There was a pause as Akira weighed the options and the earnestness of what he was saying. She was trying to gauge if he really meant it or if he was just fishing for an excuse to invite her in for questioning her about what she’d really been doing at night for the past few days. Fortunately for Takuya, he really did want a rematch. “That sounds like fun,” she said at last.
“Great! So I’ll see you in about two hours,” Takuya promised. He would have asked her about her day, but Bou decided at that moment that he was bored with antagonizing Teruki and that he wanted to talk to Akira and announced loudly that it wasn’t fair for Takuya to monopolize her, especially while on his phone. Bou stole the phone from Takuya before he could say goodbye, but Takuya let him take it without much regret. He’d be seeing Akira soon enough anyhow.
Turning back to his game, the one he hadn’t realized he’d been completely ignoring for the past few minutes, Takuya realized that Miku had been keeping it going for him. As Takuya took over again Miku smirked. “Nee, Takuya,” he said, still only a few millimeters away from Takuya’s face. “You like Akira-chan, don’t you?”
Takuya jumped. “What?”
Tasting victory, Miku leaned back. “Normally, you’re the reason these meetings take so long, since you insist on going over every little detail. But this time, you want to finish up quick so you can go play with Akira-chan. You. Like. Her.”
So much for not being distracted.