Prompt: 065 ~ Struggle May 2011©
Fandom: The GazettE
Focus: Reita (Suzuki Akira) x Kitty (OC)
Word Count: 1,406
Fandom: The GazettE
Focus: Reita (Suzuki Akira) x Kitty (OC)
Word Count: 1,406
Kitty was struggling.
Reita could hear her.
He could hear her little grunts and whines and huffs as she wrestled with the endless folds of fabric that she was strapping herself into for the GazettE’s fan-signing event. He could hear her every squeak as he was propped up in one of the hotel’s impressively cubic chairs.
One of his heavy boots was kicked up against the wall to tip the chair back until it was actually comfortable. Leaning back on the teetering edge of balance before a fall, Reita was listening to Kitty whimpering away as he perused the glossy pages of the latest issue of J-Play. From his point of view, the situation was an entirely pleasing circumstance. Kitty’s all but charming sound effects could only add to the appeal of the enticing spread of AKB48’s Yankee girls.
Suddenly, there was a resigned huff, and Kitty called out, “Maki! Can you help me?”
Chuckling as he flipped the page, Reita shouted back, “Maki-san went out with Ruki.”
“Meisa?” Kitty wondered with a sigh.
“Out with Aoi,” Reita replied with dry amusement. That there was no one around to help her worked strongly in Reita’s favor in terms of continued enjoyment. He was quite enjoying the sounds that Kitty’s struggles produced as he looked at the less-than-dressed models in his magazine. They could easily have . . . alternative interpretations.
A moment more of silence and then Kitty whined, “Is Kai-san there?”
“Nope,” Reita responded. “He went out with Uruha to look at all the fans.”
Kitty must have been pretty desperate to be asking for Kai. Usually she’d never even think about asking one of the guys for help. With Reita’s uncontestable account of the absence of everyone, Kitty went back to her solo struggles. Only a moment later, Reita had barely gotten a page further in his magazine, she huffed sadly, defeated. “Reita?”
“Can you help me?”
The disdainful pout was clear in her voice as she said, “I need help with this.”
Casting a mournful look at the girls of AKB48, Reita flipped the magazine closed and tossed it onto the nearest bed to him in the hotel room. With a heavy sigh that Reita knew Kitty could hear, he made his way over to the bathroom door and gave it a light knock.
It was opened shyly by Kitty. With her eyes wide and worried, she let Reita inside, trusting him to step into her disaster zone of a secret world as she did so. “I’m sorry to make you do this,” she murmured, sounding like she was in fact truly sorry.
Reita was surprised. He’d figured that she’d be pissed. That he, of everyone associated with the GazettE, was the only one around to help, when he was the one that teased her most mercilessly on a regular basis; that he was the one intruding ought to have been anything but a circumstance to spark an apology.
“Whatever,” Reita said gruffly. “What do you need?”
“I can’t get these last few straps done, my arms aren’t long enough,” Kitty explained, gesturing wildly with frustration.
Blinking, Reita gave her a once over. Her dress was a strikingly subtle thing, oozing sex appeal while showing only the smallest patches of skin. The base fabric was a light purple, but there were so many black straps crisscrossing the material that it almost didn’t matter what color the dress itself was. The real color came into play through her thigh high lavender stockings and the bow at her neck that stood out against her pale skin well above the daringly dipped neckline.
Trying to focus on the straps and the task at hand, Reita swallowed hard, and asked, “Which ones?” Hot and bothered as he was at the moment from his previous activity, being confronted with this sort of dress on a girl whose body was very well suited to it was not something orchestrated to provide Reita with comfortable circumstances. In fact, he began to feel that the others’ absence may have been a decidedly unfortunate turn of events for him.
Kitty didn’t seem to notice Reita’s discomfort. She lifted each of the undone straps in turn, giving Reita very clear instructions on where they were supposed to go and how tight they needed to be fastened. Then she lifted her smoothe hair out of the way and held very still, waiting for the bassist to finish strapping her into the stage costume.
Needlessly, Reita muttered, “Don’t move.” Then he set to work at setting all the buckles into just the right place. For once, Reita found himself wishing that the fashion trend of Lolita-bondage-whatnot wasn’t quite so damn effective at its purpose of sexual appeal. In order to secure the straps effectively, Reita had to reach all the way around Kitty’s slim torso on multiple occasions and stare at the dress’s fabric just as her skin vanished into its silky folds for long seconds at a time. His reach was long enough to leave ample space between his arms and her body, but the ruffles of her dress protruded enough to brush tantalizingly against his skin as he worked.
Pretending utter chastity was an impossible sell, and Reita was not particularly keen on trying very hard to keep his malcontent contained. As he finished fastening everything to Kitty’s standards, he leaned around her against the bathroom counter, his arms trapping her in very close proximity to him. She was a shitload of innocence to simply stand there and smile temptingly at him as Reita all but held her captive. She smelled like candy and strawberries as she let her soft hair fall to brush teasingly over Reita’s arms.
Then without any sort of warning, Kitty ducked out of Reita’s hold and grabbed the knee-high black boots that were sitting on the bathroom floor before she settled onto the toilet. Adjusting her stockings, Kitty slid on her boots and began lacing them up without paying Reita any further mind. He watched her in the mirror, his eyes following as she carefully laced up the purple crisscross of ribbons, and secured her stockings high up on her slim thighs. Reita’s glance darted much more often than he would have been pleased to admit to the vague area where the underside of Kitty’s thigh vanished into the teasing folds of her skirt.
Suddenly, she giggled, of all things, and bounced up to give Reita a hug from behind. She teetered a bit as she adjusted her balance to the high heels embedded in her boots as Reita’s breathing cut off abruptly. His body tensed involuntarily as she wriggled into making her shoes fit perfectly, using him as a balance as she did so. Then hugging him tighter, she mumbled into his back, “Arigatou, Reita.”
“Whatever,” Reita grumbled as she let go. He watched as she sauntered towards the door, her reflection no less enticing than her person.
She paused before she got entirely out of view, laughing again. “I think it’s for reasons such as this that reading Playboy in the mornings is traditionally frowned upon.” As Reita looked on at her reflected smirk, she added with her usual merciless snark, “You don’t have time for a cold shower, but I can give you five minutes alone for some ReiRei time.”
Reita had known she wasn’t half so innocent as she looked to be. “Why you little . . .” Reita chased her out of the bathroom, only managing to catch her small form as she burst out into the hotel hallway in a fanfare out shouts and squeals.
After swinging her around as she beat on his back to be freed, Reita set her down on her heels and slung an arm around her shoulders. Regardless of any short-lived projections of misplaced lust, Kitty and Reita were good friends, even in the very beginnings of Kitty’s career venture as a tangent to the GazettE.
The only residual effect of earlier was a burning pressure behind Reita’s belt buckle. Out of unconscious accustoming, Reita was able to push the sensation aside for the most part. Quickly though, he came to note that he didn’t need to exert any effort as the lustful pressure was replaced with a distinctly uncomfortable sinking feeling at Kitty’s question, “Did you happen to grab a room key?”
Kitty jabbed her elbow into Reita’s rib cage. Huffing he amended, “Shoot, I mean shoot.”