Prompt: 037 ~ Sugar May 2011©
Fandom: The GazettE
Focus: Reita x Kitty
Word Count: 1,576
Fandom: The GazettE
Focus: Reita x Kitty
Word Count: 1,576
Kitty was looking up at Reita with her big brown eyes, a puppy dog pout perfected through absolute innocence. “Are you going to finish that?” He voice was hesitant with a genuine shy curiosity.
Reita knew that Kitty wasn’t half so innocent as she acted most of the time. He also knew that in some aspects, she really was the sweet little thing she seemed to be. Eyeing the empty Starbucks container that Kitty was nursing, Reita handed over the rest of his own mocha with a sigh.
It wasn’t that Reita actually wanted the rest of his mocha. He’d ordered one far larger than he would have finished for the explicit purpose of having enough to give Kitty a significant drink as his left overs. It was that he’d known she would want it, and was pretending that handing it over was a sacrifice.
The first time he’s been called to do it, giving up his drink really had been a sacrifice, but Reita had learned. He had learned that sacrificing something that he didn’t really want anyway earned him Kitty’s brightest smile on record and an amazingly sweet kiss that was somehow both chaste and satisfying at the same time.
“Arigatou, Akira,” Kitty said, beaming at him. She leaned across the little coffee shop table and gave him the kiss he was waiting for, and then she set to work sweetening the drink to her tastes. The coffee shop across the street from their photoshoot venue had the sweet French vanilla cream that Kitty favored and her addition of the sweet liquid added a solid four ounces to her fruits of ‘sharing’ with Reita.
“How on earth can you stand doing that?” Reita asked as Kitty replaced the lid on her newly outrageously sweet mocha.
“What? It’s tasty!”
Reita’s stare of disbelief made it plain that he would not gratify her absurd claim with any sort of answer. Kitty sighed. “Really, it tastes better this way!”
“You’re insane,” Reita said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair to kick his foot up on the seat of the only open chair at the table.
“You should really try it some time.”
“I think that Kai is the only person aside from you that wouldn’t explode from that much sugar,” Reita countered, eyeing her and her lethal concoction warily as she sipped lightly on the dark green straw.
“Yes, Ruki,” Kitty said firmly, adding, “He’s stolen my mochas before, like before lives and signings and such.”
“He’s high during lives; fan-induced-temporary-insanity,” Reita countered. “It doesn’t count.”
“He’s always insane.”
“You’re proving my point.”
“No, I’m not! Ruki’s always insane, so for him ‘insane’ equates to ‘normal’. That means when he steals my mochas, he’s perfectly fine,” Kitty reasoned out. “Because my mochas are good.”
“Insane is Ruki’s normal, that doesn’t make it actually normal.”
“Aoi looks like a pirate.”
“Around here that’s normal.”
Reita was still missing the point. “So?”
“Pirate. Normal. We’re all insane.”
“He looks like a pirate. That doesn’t make us all insane.”
“Uruha wear pants that are missing the pants part. On a regular basis,” Kitty announced, stating the obvious. “That everyone just accepts that is absolute insanity.”
“The Uru-thighs are fanservice.”
“And fabulous. I want them,” Kitty mentioned. “But fanservice doesn’t usually follow you home on the weekends.”
“Hm? Then what are we?”
Kitty shrugged. “I’m a singer attached to the GazettE who has a boyfriend that wears a sock on his nose.”
“It’s not a sock,” Reita said defensively.
“You’re right, it’s an expensive bit of curtain material, isn’t it?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well then, it’s your fault,” Reita pointed out. “You’re the one that picked the pattern out for it this time around.”
“You really picked out curtains for my noseband?”
“You’re the one that wears a sock on his face.”
“It’s not a sock.”
“If you try my mocha, I’ll stop calling it a sock.”
Reita’s eyes narrowed at the offer. “If I try your mocha, I’m sure I’ll drop dead.”
“I won’t call it a sock when I bring it up at your funeral.”
“So you’re admitting that this much sugar should be lethal.”
“Only to you.”
“You’re more allergic to sweetness than Uruha is.”
“I am not.”
“You are! You never do anything really sweet for me.”
“You never by me flowers randomly or anything.”
“Do you want me to buy you flowers?”
“That’s why I don’t.”
“I want you to buy me cake.”
“I do buy you cake.”
“…True. Very true.”
“Maybe you will survive.”
Reita huffed. “And if I try it you promise to stop calling it a nose sock?”
“Of course, scout’s honor!”
“Leslie told me that it’s what American girls say when they make promises,” Kitty explained. She gave Reita a three finger salute, repeating, “It’s scout’s honor.”
“Americans are definitely insane.”
“Definitely; Leslie is the only one that doesn’t like my mochas.”
“And Nana,” Reita added quickly.
Kitty shrugged. “She goes to TSA with Leslie, she’s an honorary American. And insane.”
“It’s infectious among women.”
“Maki’s not insane, she’s sweet!”
“She’s dating Ruki.”
“…Partially insane then.”
“It’s Ruki, you’d have to be insane to opt into living with him. He’s crazy.”
“But he’s so adorable! Dating him is like adopting a puppy! And he’s so sweet!”
“And organized, that crazy bastard is so OCD about his stuff. That apartment is spotless.”
Kitty Shrugged again. “Maki’s always been neat anyway. It’s one of the reasons she likes Ruki.”
“They’re both insane.”
“You’re just trying to avoid tasting my mocha.” She’d suddenly noticed that as they’d been talking she’d nearly drained the container.
With a smirk, Reita replied, “You’re the one that kept drinking.”
Kitty pushed the drink across the table until it was pressed up against Reita’s knee. She was pouting petulantly, and refused to give in to his incredulous stare.
Reita’s movement was so sudden that Kitty jumped. He snatched up the super-sweet drink and gave the straw a few sharp sips. When he passed it back to Kitty he stuck his tongue out, saying, “Too much sugar.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“No, it’s not.”
Kitty was no longer listening. Someone in the shop had walked by with a plate of something chocolate that had been drizzled in chocolate syrup, chocolate chips, and powdered sugar.
“I want it.”
Pointing, Kitty said, “That. I want it.”
“How can you possibly want any more sugar after that ridiculous mocha?”
“Rei~ta~!” Kitty whined. “I wan~it!”
The bassist was defenseless against that face. Huffing, he got heavily to his feet and made his way over to the counter pointing out what he wanted gruffly. Upon his return, Kitty was a giddy mess of thankyous and smiles. “Huzzah, curtain nose has returned!”
“Curtain nose? No way. You promised, and I tried your stupid mocha.” It was entirely beside the point that he hadn’t hated it hardly it at all. In fact, if he got used to the overwhelming first burst of sugar, he thought it could actually be rather tasty.
“I promised I wouldn’t call it a nose sock,” Kitty said reaching for her sweet treat that Reita was holding just beyond her grasp.
“Well you can’t call it anything to do with curtains, either.”
Reita took a bite of the cake in his hand. “Mmm, you know, this is actually pretty good. I may just eat this myself.”
“This is sugar-based blackmail!”
Kitty chewed on her lower lip, weighing the options. She really wanted that cake, but she couldn’t just give up teasing Reita about his noseband altogether, especially as his nose underneath was perfectly fine.
“Curtain or sock, you get to pick. I’m not giving up both,” Kitty said firmly, turning away from the temptation of the cake.
Looking over Kitty’s adorable petulance, Reita felt his resolve crumble. “Sock,” he said gruffly, sitting down and passing the cake to his crazy girlfriend.
Once the cake was safely in her possession, Kitty asked curiously, “Why sock?”
“Socks are more manly than curtains are.”
“It’s on your face. How manly can anything be that’s used to cover up a perfectly good nose?”
“Curtains will always be girly,” Reita asserted.
“Whatever you say, ReiRei,” Kitty ceded, digging into her cake with full attention.
Reita growled in response, “Shut-up you little sugar-addict.”
After a moment of content quiet, Kitty looked up. “Nee, Akira?” At his look she continued, “Thanks for the cake.”
Her smile right then was worth more than anything to Reita, noseband and teasing completely aside. Leaning back in his chair with satisfaction after she’d stretched over for one of those perfect kisses, Reita grumbled, “If all of this sugar makes you hyper, I’m not going to say anything when Kai sticks Ruki on you to babysit.”
“It’s not that bad,” Kitty replied, licking the fork in her hand as she paused. “I mean it’s just sugar.”
Reita merely rolled his eyes. The others would be showing up for the shoot within the next few minutes or so, and Kitty was definitely going to be hyper. She did have a point though, it was only sugar and it wasn’t like she wasn’t normally hyper with how much of the stuff was in her system’s baseline.
If Kitty was an addict, sugar was her drug.