The Glass Stiletto

((All I have to say is, why not!
Be warned, nonsensical madness will ensue with some adult themes.))

The twittering of a single bird on his windowsill drifted to the young males ears, light shining through ragged curtains. But that wasn't the only thing he heard, a call of a male was cominng from distinctly near to him, one eye opening curiously to see the figure stood half hanging out of his window, of the highest room in the tallest tower, shouting some jibberish about wanting his one true love to come and rescue him. "Excuse me?" Slipping out of bed, he seemed less concerned about the fact that all he was wearing was a white slip, and was more worried about the stranger in his room, who he noted was adorned in a bright pink puffy ball gown that lead him to resemble a big wad of candy floss. "What are you doing in my room?"

"I am here to await my one true prince!" Turning round the male soon became familiar. Make up all over his face, the long blonde hair shaved at the sides so he technically had an overgrown, blonde mohawk braid, Tetsu knew exactly who this was.
"Jojo?"
"Jojo? There is no Jojo here, I am the Princess Rapunzel!"
Crossing arms over his chest in a severely unimpressed manner, he seemed to consider his options for a while before simply raising a leg, implanting his foot in the small of 'Rapunzels' back and kicking him out from the window, mumbling to himself. "Stay in your own story..."

With that out of the way, quite literally, our young Princess took the time to actually take in where he was. A dank, filthy room that he felt was dirtying him just as he stood still, "oh no..." Looking down at himself though it seemed the room was just the worst of it, a blood curdling scream escaping him as he finally saw the white, grubby, un-fitted, hideous slip that hung from his shoulders. Rummaging around the room in the hopes of something slightly less vomit-enducing, he somehow managed to create something slightly presentable out of what could only be described as rags, admiring his handy work as he looked less like a slave wearing a nice pair of short-shorts he had made from an old skirt, and had taken in an old baggy blouse so it actually looked like it fit him.

"Fagerella; you look simply delightful this morning~!" A soft chirpy sounding voice came from over by the window, a very familiar voice that he recognised to be Jenny eminated from a small sparrow perched on the windowledge.
"What did you say?"
"I was just commenting on how beautiful you look."
"No, what did you call me?" He certainly hadn't heard 'Tetsu' when she spoke, and had a horrible feeling that this dream was going to get a lot worse than it already was."
"Why your name of course, Young Fagarella."
This was just fantastic, as he exclaimined in a low mumble to himself, eyes looking around the room. So, surely he would be expected to go and clean and cook for his step-family any minute now if this was going to follow Cinderella's story line properly.
"What a beautiful morning it is, don't you think mistress?" Hopping over the length of the windowsill, following Tetsu's movements as he tried to work out what in hell he was going to do, he was vaguely listening to the chattering of the little bird. "Its a morning befitting of a song. Come, let us sing to the beauty of the wo-."
"Lets not..." Peering at the door he realised he'd have to go down there and await the torture of what he'd have to do. Before the small bird could even kick up a fuss about his objections, he was out the door of his room, tottering down the spiral staircase to face one of his worst fears; manual labour.

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Down at the bottom of the stairs of the huge, stone, house, Tetsu looked quite perplexed, it being obvious that he didn't even know where to start with things. Things seemed to be looking up for him however when two figures squeezed out a hole in the sideboard, rising to a full height of a nomal person, and that wasn't the strangest thing about the whole situation believe it or not. Stood infront of him, in fluffy animal suits with stick on whiskers and ears stood Evander and Nat, or Jack Jack and Gus as he assumed.
"How did you...?" Peering back from the size of them now to the small hole they crawled from, he decided it probably wasn't best to understand these kinds of things, and that doing so would just give him a headache.
"What do you need us to do Fagerelley?" Whincing inwardly at that name being said again, the rag clad man peered around at what would need doing. If he played his cards right, he could get away with doing nothing in the way of cleaning, and leave it up to those trusting 'mice'.
"Evander, can you make breakfast for the evil bitches, and Nat, you can clean. I'll supervise." Leaving them to get on with it, taking a seat for himself at the kitchen table, the mice scurried around him getting to there jobs all too eagerly, beginning to sing a chorus of 'Faggerely' in an all too optimistic tone, to which the seated teen put a stop to with a firm 'No singing!' and beginning to wonder what it was about this place and people feeling the need to burst into song for no reason whatsoever.

Just as he was getting comfortable in his chair, actually getting ready for a bit of a nap, a voice he never hoped to ever hear in a dream pierced his mind. "What's y'all doing sat there Faggerely?" Jason. Smith. Stomping into the kitchen, the image did seem to give Tetsu a bit of an entertaining image what with the dark-haired male being clad in a lemon yellow dress, very similar to the one jojo was wearing before he had been kicked out of the window, infact thinking about it, our distressed Princess of the story thought that perhaps he should go and make sure he was okay. This thought, however, was quickly dismissed as a bad idea and he decided to sit and inwardly laugh at the site of Jason before him.
"My god you look hideous, Jason."
Snickering, Jason looked down at him, attempting a loom to try and come of as intimidating. "Me? I'm not the one wearing dirty rags."
"No, you're the one who looks like a lemon. No surprises really that you are one of the ugly sisters." Rising from his chair he wandered past Jason, smug smirk on his lips as he signalled for Evander and Nat to follow him.
"Yeah, well... maybe that's because I am an ugly sister!" Trying his best at a witty comeback hadn't worked as planned, as he was stood their looking confused trying to work out what was wrong which allowed Tetsu to happily confirm in his mind how much of an idiot his proclaimed step-sister was.
As it was he began heading back up to his room to get away from the nonsense that was this house, and on the way passed another mass of bundling material, this time however it was brown and its wearer was Olivia whom he recogised easily. "Jason! Where are my shoes? I was going to wear them tonight!" The words came and went as soon as they came and he heard a slap from the kitchen, the two simply fighting over the shoe dilemma, which had sprung to mind the royal ball that was to be happening at the castle right now. It was obvious that little Fagerella hadn't been given an invitation, or so he thought, but as he approached stairwell he noticed a small letter poking out of a bookshelf, extremely badly hidden, but it was addressed to him and as he opened it his eyes lit up, it was his own invitation for the ball.

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Having run up the stairs swiftly; the fastest he'd move all day, he set to work on making a dress to attend in with the help of the two mice and Jenny in bird form who had for some reason remained perched on the windowledge. In no time at all he managed to construct a beautiful, elegant dress, floor length with a very alluring split up the side in the hope of drawing in some male attention. All of his work however meant that he had abandoned his duties and had thus forgotten to send Nat and Evander off to make lunch for the sisters and Step-Mother Florian, and before he knew it Jason was there kicking in the door, Olivia stood with arms crossed over her chest behind him. "Mother wants to know why you're slacking." Looking into the room as he spoke, Jason spotted the dress, scoffing along with his sister who was stood behind him. "What is that?"
"That is my dress for the ball so can you get out while I finish it."
"Ha, you're not going to the ball. Why'd you even want to?" Olivia's derogative tone drew a glare that could kill onto Tetsu's face.
"Because I am going to get me a man and finally get out of this hell hole of a house." Speaking into the dress as he continued to hand stitch some of the hem, while Evander held it level for him.
"No-one will ever love you." Speaking in unison the two barged into the room, ripping the dress from its mannequin and ran off giggling like twelve year olds before Tetsu even had the time to stand up.
"Stupid ancestuous, drag queen lesbians." Mumbling to himself, he tried to recover the disaster that was the destroyed dress, but to no avail. "It's useless... it's ruined."
"Now, now Fagerella," proclaimed Jenny as she fluttered to perch on his hand, taking a deep breathe through her little beak.
"If you start singing I am going to throw you against the wall."
With a large exhalation the little bird fluttered off, leaving Tetsu be as he rummaged around the room, finding a stash of wine bottles and opening one up, all prepared to spend his night drowning his sorrows.

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It was a beautiful night outside, as the slightly inebriated male stumbled out into the gardens of the large manor house. Everyone had left for the ball so he was left on his own, and had decided to go outside and try and see some point in life by staring at the stars, and perhaps get in an argument with a couple of tree's to make himself feel better.
However just as he was squaring up to one of them, there was a large puff of light and there was suddenly a young, blonde haired man floating, wearing a silvery tutu with little wings that seemed to defy all logic and keep him airborne. "Oh Fagerella, what have you done?"
"None of your business..." Trying to turn away from the fairy, the floating being reappeared infront of him, causing the poor male to stumble slightly, falling onto his backside and staring up at the glowing... thing.
"Let me introduce myself, I am your FairyGodFather, Lake, and I am hear to make sure you get to the ball."
"Are you going to sing?"
"That was part of the plan."
"Can you do it without it?"
"Well I guess but it wouldn't be half as fun!" Face lit up with the anticipation of getting to perform his own little musical number, but it seemed his company didn't seem to approve of this enthusiasm. "Or I can do it without... that's fine...you grumpy bastard..." Mumbling to himself, he went and picked up a pumpkin, just to have it shout back at him.
"Put me down! What do you think you are doing? I'll call rape. Don't think I won't. RAPE!" Raising an eyebrow as Lake ignored the vegetables shouts that were getting louder and shriller, the silver clad man placed it down on the floor.
"Shut up Zak, I'm turning you into a carriage and I can't do that if you are shouting!"
"Ooooh a carriage? I always wanted to be one of those!"
Shaking his head, Tetsu watched as the excited pumpkin transformed into a large silver carriage, ignoring its shouted question of "Am I pretty, now?"
"Right, now we need something to draw the carriage..." Looking around, Lake caught site of the two human mice as they came in the hopes of finding Fagerella after he wandered of in his drunken stupor. "They'll do!" With a flick of his wand, the two mice were transformed into the most peculiar horses known to man, mousey brown in colour with all the characteristics of a normal horse, except they still had whiskers and the ears of a mouse.
With a rather defeated exhalation, our damsel looked to Lake who did seem rather sheepish about what had happened here. "You're not very good at this are you?"
"Ehehehe..." There was a little nervous laugh, "well if you'd let me sing..." The look he obtained for that statement had him shut up, gathering himself. "Right, last thing you'll need is a dress."
As soon as he finished saying that, empty wine bottle was cracked over the fairies head causing him to collapse unconscious onto the floor. "Oh no you don't, not after you messed up my horses."

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Having constructed an outfit, Fagerella got in his carriage, drawn by his butt-ugly horse beasts and made his way to the castle. After only getting lost once, and having to deal with Zak complaining all the way that it was cold and the road was bumpy they finally arrived, with a little forwarning from his carriage that at midnight they'd transform to their original forms, and a statement on his behalf to Nat and Evander that he didn't want to come back to 'see anyone being mounted'.
Standing infront of Constance Castle for a few moments he wandered through the entrance, showing his invitation and making his way into the main hall, just to get some exceptionally weird looks.
Stood their at the top of the stairs stood the slim asian, in a skin tight, very short, pvc dress with matchine collar, fishnet stockings and a pair of beautiful shoes that had been awaiting him in the carriage. With a large platform and a stiletto heel that looked it could do some considerable damage the shoes were constructed out of glass, and not only did they look good they made him look slightly taller.
Walking down to the crowds, it didn't take long for him to start drinking through the hotels supply of wine, and retaliating to peoples questions about his outfit with 'Well if you're going to do drag, you might aswell do it right."
By the time it hit half eleven, the male was having fun trying to stay standing, often using people to stay steady and had managed to get lost in the castle several times. Just as he turned to walk he once again stumbled, hands grasping the nearest person.
"Are you okay?" Looking up to the owner of the accented voice, cheeks blushed. It could have been from the beautiful man he was currently leant up against, or it could have been the excessive amount of alcohol in his blood stream. But what he did now was that when the finely clad male asked him to dance he simply couldn't turn him down.
They stood waltzing for what felt like an eternity, although in reality it was only 30 minutes as he soon heard the clock begin to strike midnight, and remembered what the idiotic carriage had said to him.
"I'm so sorry, I have to go..."
Before the blonde haired male he was dancing with could stop him he had turned around and was attempting to run back out of the castle, somehow succeeding until it came to a step. Tripping up, a shoe fell off but he didn't have time to retrieve it as he hobbled in just one shoe to his awaiting carriage, setting off at the speed of light back towards the manor house he was still forced to call home. The sound of the guards going after them (not only because of the fact that he had left a shoe but because apparently Nat had eaten through an entire bush while Zak insulted people when they left the building) soon faded away, and Fagerella found himself landing on the floor as Zak returned to his pumpkin form, somehow asleep through the whole ordeal and Evander and Nathaniel slumped down next to him. Before anyone would notice him, the two mice ended up lifting up the drunk princess who was on the verge of passing out, putting her to bed for the evening.

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The noise that stirred the male the next afternoon were not things that he wanted to hear. Apparently, Prince Morgan was on a hunt. He had danced with what he claimed to be the most beautiful person in the kingdom, but he had but a glass slipper that he had left as he made a frantic escape.
The commotion was because Jason and Olivia were both trying to convince them that it was their shoe, their feet were just swollen from dancing all night, and that no they shouldn't listen to those stupid mice because they're wasn't any other girls in the house. The Prince however had done the sensible thing and listened to Nat and Evander who know helped him make it through the bustle of flailing limbs and material trying to stop him going up the stairs, finally breaking through into the room to see an extremely hungover Fagerella.
"My love..." Rushing over to the bedside to see Tetsu lying there, looking like death warmed up, he didn't quite get the welcoming he expected.
"Who are you?"
"I have something I think belongs to you..." Pulling out the glass stiletto he slipped it, without permission over one of the feet that were peeking out from beneath the bed, just to find it was a perfect fit. "You were the one with the shoe!"
"Bitch stole my shoe!" Looking very unimpressed, a hand emerged from the covers, slapping him round the face. "What do you think you're doing with that? Do you know how much they are worth?"
"Um actually, you dropped it last night..." Rubbing the side of his cheek where he had been assaulted. "I wanted to see you again. I have been around the entire kingdom trying to find whose foot this fits. And now I have found you! Oh your beautiful smile brightens up the day."
Getting out of the bed, hardly even realising he was completely naked, one hand was held out as a scowl was on his features. "Shoe please."
"Oh my god you're naked!" Nodding with this statement, the hand remained out expecting the shoe.
"Yes, what of it. Give me my shoe and leave unless there is anything else of mine you've stolen, stalker..."
Placing the shoe gently in his open hand, he turned rather defeated but stopped when he remembered something. Requesting a bag he had given to Evander to hold, Prince Morgan reached inside and handed something else to Tetsu as he stood there, waiting for everyone to leave so he could go back to sleep and nurse his hangover. "I found this in my bedroom... I hoped it might have been yours aswell, after all I saw you stumbling out of their rather drunkenly last night."
Watching the smaller males face as he took the item, eyes seemed to shine with glee, lips twitching into a small smile, staring at the large black dildo like it was a wedding ring, throwing his arms around his neck and embracing him tightly. "My one true love, Prince Morgan!"

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Eyes opened wide as the sound of an alarm cut through his sleep, groaning dissapointedly as he couldn't help but feel he was just about to get to the good part of his dream. Hitting the alarm off with a swipe of his hand he turned over, nuzzling back down into the duvet against the figure laying next to him, feeling Morgan's arm wrap around his shoulders as he drifted back into sleep for a little longer.

Your voice is all I hear

((This is possibly one of the saddest things I have written ;~;
And if you are interested my songs of inspiration were... The Blood of Cuchulainn by Mychael Danna (the song played at the funeral) and also Winter by Joshua Radin Yes it is the song of Scrubs when Ben dies x.x))

21st October.
At 8am the plane had landed in New York, two of it's occupants to be greeted by twenty-one year old Kayden with a large smile and hugs for all, the tall male scooping his seven year old sister into his arms, allowing her to latch arms around her shoulders as they laughed at the sight of each other.

Katherine and her daughter had chosen this day to move as it was the same day her husband was scheduled to leave for Spain. They had driven to the airport together; this way she wouldn't have to go back to the house they had lived in together for around fifteen years without him; she was going to start a fresh in New York, closer to her son. The girls' plane was scheduled to leave earlier than Jeremy's even before it had a five hour delay put on it due to technical faults, so they had said their fond farewells and got on their way.

Getting in the taxi as almost a whole family it was obvious the sadness was there with a husband and father moving so far away but it was masked with smiles and laughter on behalf of all three of the Travers'. Arriving at the new apartment Kayden has his mothers key considering he had been there the day earlier to greet the transportation company with all the goods they needed to move in, helping them take it all in and making it seem remotely homely so it wasn't just a shell of a flat when his mother and baby sister appeared. It was upto them however to arrange it and they begun that afternoon, however the young male had to get back to Constance considering he had only taken the morning of to greet his beloved family.

Later that evening the tall man unlocked his own apartment, fingers lazily flicking the lights onto bring life to the not most organised of apartments. Shrugging off the jacket it was tossed over the back of a chair, feet kicking off boots as he relaxed into a couch, feet soon propping themselves on coffee table as ringing phone broke his silence. Reaching for that and the television remote the voice that came from the phone was far from as relaxed as it had seemed when he had last heard it that morning. It was easy to place; it was the same cracked voice of someone who had been crying and probably still was, pitch somewhat eratic as words instructed him to turn on the news.

No sooner had he done so that he wished he hadn't.

The image on the screen was not a rarely seen one, flames coming from a wreckage of what could only be an airoplane, metal scattered across the scenery surrounded by the emergency services doing the best they could. A presenter was talking, but his words simply weren't registering in his mind as eyes watched the flight reference rolling across the bottom of the screen, along with a list of the few survivors they had rescued so far. Apparently had been a freak technical default that had occured not far from their landing point; wiring had gone wrong, a fire had started and it ruptured a fuel tank. Those that survived were lucky, but as of right now there was one name that wasn't on the list; the only one that Kayden wanted to see.

No sooner had he seen the lack of that one name he was soon in coat, grabbing keys even though in his rush he didn't even lock the door, running the streets to where he soon reached his mother who let him into their new home, tears streaming down her face while Elizabeth looked on confusedly; not sure as to the true scale of what had happened.

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It wasn't until the day after that they had confirmation that the body of Jeremy Travers had been identified as one of the copious non-survivors. Needless to say, Kayden immediately took time off of work, staying at his mother's to ensure that she and Elizabeth were okay. Considering Katherine's state of mind he also opted to organise the funeral and to have the body transported over to America so it could take place in New York. It wasn't cheap but soon they had a date and a church for everything to take place.

It just seemed strange; it hadn't really registered with the young man what had happened, or maybe it was the fact that inside he knew he had to be strong and sensible about it for his mother's sake. He also had the job of explaining to Elizabeth why Mummy was crying and why Daddy hadn't called when he got to Spain like he promised he would. And that was probably the hardest part of the whole week.

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On the 29th of October, 8 days after the incident itself had taken place, a gathering of people were sat in the church. Friends and family had all flown over, all garbed in black as Kayden sat next to his little sister, clutching her hand as the eulugy was read, occasionally wiping away the tears that rolled down her soft skinned cheeks.

Even as they rose, he didn't cry. Not a tear was shed; it seemed that he was incapable of such things. He had held up strong through the whole ordeal.

That changed however when feet carried him towards the open casket, accompanied with a saddened song. It was picked by Jeremy's father who was off an Irish background, the traditional music sorrowful for the occasion. Looking down at the male who had been so young, only thirty-nine it hit the intern he looked so peaceful; with only the skin of his face and hands visible it was almost impossible to guess the brutal way in which he had been taken.

The fact he would no longer get to here the man's soft voice, laughter and even shouts of discipline from the many times he had acted out as such an overactive young child then seemed to hit Kay. It was the man who had taught him to ride his bike, who he had played sports with in the summer and whose lap he had curled up on when he had been worn out. The man who had taken him for his first day of school and had been there at every awards ceremony, clapping with a smile that only a proud father could have. With all of the memories sinking back into his mind, lips parted to say something to the man but his voice was gone. No words would have been enough thanks so he didn't even try. With dark brown gaze dampening lightly a kiss to his cheek from his mother and a smile that told him to stay strong had him moving on, hating himself for not saying anything but at the same time, quite thankful; he wasn't ready to say goodbye to him yet.

The wind outside the church was brisk as was expected of late October, but his body seemed numbed against the cold; it was numb against most things right now. Allowing hands to settle into the pockets of black suit trousers as he stood next to his grandfather, the twenty-one year old looked composed save for the sadness that seemed to lurk in his dark eyes. It was that sadness that was tearing him apart inside no matter how good he was at concealing it. Expression didn't change as the wooden casket was lowered into the ground, turning his back as soon as he could to save those eyes from tearing up once more.

There were a few pleasantries, kisses on the cheek and words of thanks but Kayden avoided these, leaving without a word or motion back to his apartment. Withdrawing the only thing he wanted right now, he opened the bottle taking a relaxing swig of the beer inside. It wasn't just a drink for him though. It was a send-off.

Insatiable

Closing the taxi door behind him, the rather short stature of the dance teacher seemed quite nervous as he walked across the pavement to go into the large restaurant. He could have driven it was true, but in that scenario he wouldn't have been allowed to have a few drinks. Besides there was no point in lying about something; he didn't know where this meal would take the pair of them. Peering at the wrist on his watch, he was a few minutes late courtesy of the traffic they had run into on the way but he hoped that wouldn't reflect badly on himself. With a deep breathe, exhaling the warm air slowly into the cold, black night hand finally pushed open the door to the building, soon greeted by a waiter who directed him to his table; Dominique already seated.
"Sorry; I didn't keep you waiting did I?" An apologetic smile curved lips as he removed coat from shoulders, the waiter taking it to put in the cloakroom as TK slid into his seat.

There was a light shake of a head on the musician's behalf, hand moved to take the bottle of wine that he had already had bought over, pouring the deep red liquid into the two glasses on the table. As it was returned to the table Takanori noticed the label; it was the same that they had ordered that night five years ago, the first time they had ever met. "Don't worry about it, I haven't been waiting long." With the simple pleasantries out of the way, along with ordering, it didn't take long for the two male to begin discussing what had happened in their time apart. They spent hours, enjoying the delicious food and sharing stories; TK of where his career had gone, from dancing and singing on stage to doing modelling, becoming a choreographer, and finally settling down to teach at Constance whereas Dominique was teaching himself in Japan, and how he had finally been reunited with his daughter. He even spoke of how he wanted the younger man to meet his precious little girl and even though the concept of it worried him (not wanting to be disliked by the young girl who meant the world to the man sitting across from him) but still TK agreed to do so at some point.

The pair spent hours laughing and talking together, so much so that neither really realised how long they had been sat at their table until a glance around revealed the restaurant to be near empty. Following a small debate regarding the bill; Dominique refusing to have Takanori pay considering he was the one who had invited him out the small male finally gave into the idea, shrugging coat back onto shoulders as they made their way outside.
"Well, considering you just paid for such a lovely meal, the least I can do is invite you back to mine." It was odd for the male to seem so forward but this wasn't any usual circumstances. After their run-in in the music room earlier that day it was inevitable how they would end up when the night was coming to a close. With a smile on features he called down a cab, slipping into the backseat closely followed by Dom as he gave his address to the driver. It wasn't a short, but not a quick journey either. Living outside of the main city it was the perfect distance; he wasn't kept awake with the sounds of the city but was easy to get to nonetheless.

Relaxing back into the seat, he only had to turn features to look at the male accompanying him and he had lips upon his. Nothing quite as heated as earlier that day, it was quite a tender kiss which actually managed to leave the thirty-year old quite awe-struck when Dominique pulled away. "I have wanted to do that all night..." The words rose a soft blush on TK's cheeks, only partially visible from the glow of streetlights as they passed. In a matter of moments there conversation carried on from inside the restaurant, voices quiet so as to keep it just to themselves as they began to reminisce on five years past, the meal they had and the activities which had ensued. By the time the cab was pulling into the driveway the pair were sat close, one of Dominique's hands gently stroking up and down one of TK's material hidden thighs as the younger male rested his head upon his shoulder, breathe warm against the others neck.

Stepping out into the dark night, key unlocked the main door to the expansive house as fingers quickly deactivated the alarm, soon having the white ball of fluff which was Zeus happy at his owners return, tail wagging as he paced around his feet. Having removed his coat and hung it up on a peg, TK leant down to pass fingers over the small animals fur, soft smile on his features. "You get to sleep downstairs tonight, okay Zeus?" Although the puppies bed was downstairs it wasn't unknown for him to curl up on the covers as TK slept, but still always being one to please the ball of white fur soon bounded of, obviously not bothered by having a stranger in the house, settling himself in his bed for the night. "Well, I doubt he'll be interupting us." Straightening himself up he was soon leaning upwards, one hand running down Dominique's cheek as he pressed lips together. Next thing he knew strong arms had swept him up from the floor, allowing toned legs to wrap around the older males waist as he was carried up the nearby stairs.

It wasn't hard for Dominique to locate which room was Takanori's considering it was at the end of the corridor, door open revealing the large bedroom. With arms wrapped around the smaller males waist lips remained connected heatedly as the pair moved down the corridor, not parting until Dom lowered the figure in his arms onto the white sheeted bed eyes searching over the body below him before lips kissed down smooth neck as fingers ran through his hair, slowly beginning to unfasten the shirt of the dancer. It wasn't long until garments were dropped to the side of the bed, bodies completely exposed allowing for hands and lips to wander over each other's skin. It felt as if they had been going for hours as hot bodies, mingled with sweet moved together, intwined beautifully, glistening under the moonlight that leaked in through the window as the sweet sounds of quiet moans, heavy breathing and stuttered gasps filled the room, sweet nothings whispered huskilly into ears or promises of what was to come.

When the early hours of the morning had come around bodies had grown exhausted, naked flesh concealed beneath white sheets as they lay together; tanned arms looped around the small frame that lay next to the music teacher. It was a while until Takanori surfaced, eyes screwing sut tightly against the light of morning that spilled through the window. He wasn't aware of the exact time, nor did he care as he rolled over to feel the male that had fallen asleep next to him, except no-one was there. Brown eyes were soon wide open, he knew that Dominique had been there, he could feel and see where his body had been lying and he felt him next to him on falling asleep, whispering that he'd never leave him before minds drifted away into slumber. With a sense of panic mingled with the same saddening thoughts that had struck him five years previously body sat up in the bed, covers gathering in his lap as he looked erratically around the room as if hoping for the older man to jump out on him and shout surprise. That didn't happen as such, but gaze was drawn to the door as it was pushed open lightly, revealing the image of the musician clad in the white robe that usually hung on the back of the door, Zeus in arms.
On the verge of opening lips as if to ask where Dominique had gone the french-men beat him to the chase, slowly walking over to the bed where he sat on the edge. "Somebody wanted to go out, and I didn't want to wake you." Releasing the dog within his arms to settle itself in it's owners lap a gentle kiss was placed upon lips almost apologetically. "Sorry if I worried you." He had managed to answer everything that the thirty-year-old had wanted to question him about, leaving nothing else for him to do but run fingers through hair, returning the earlier kiss somewhat more heatedly, Zeus still sat in his lap, whining softly at being left out of the affections.

The little things give you away

//Right so; this is another ill thing as you can see, inspired because Ree is ill and we were discussing other people when they were ill and how they would be coped with, and I got this mental image of Jojo being a little bit less than warm and reassuring xD//

"Just get off me I am fine!"
The noise that tried to claim that there was nothing wrong with it sounded rather throaty yet hoarse, obviously not in the tip-top condition that it claimed to be in. The owner of said voice also looked extremely worse for wear, eyes had that slightly watery shimmer similar to that of any person who was obviously ill were bright against skin that although it was almost always on the paler side of life, had a rather pallid sheen to it.

His captor to whom he seemed to be shouting at quite aggressively certainly wasn't in such a state as himself, the tall male could have looked intimidating enough with the large mohawk that fanned vertically from the center of his head. On top of this there was the loud thudding the of the boots that could be called nothing but clodhoppers quite paced down the hallway as hands seemed to do what could only be described as manhandle the smaller teenager that was trapped in his strong grip.

This was nothing cruel going on intended to hurt one Mr. Nomura it was; as he kept trying to explain, for his own good.

"Oh we are not going in there..."
"Look, if you won't give me the key then I will get another one!"
"I don't see why I should give you one."
"Because you're going home."
"No, I'm not."

This trend in argument had been what followed the pair throughout the corridors, obtaining a good few odd looks from fellow students. It had all happened in the cafeteria as the pair had sat down to eat some lunch. Jojo had been trying to get Tetsu to admit he was ill from the moment he had seen him, leaning away from the table, hand shielding his mouth during the aggressive choking fit that seemed to have taken over him momentarilly. No matter how much he tried to denounce himself as 'fine' the mohawked fifth-year had simply seemed to take it as fuel to the fire, becoming even more determined, until it seemed to reveal just how ill the death-like teenager actually was.

They had adventured unwillingly by the staff room, making a detour by the bathroom, to find out that Mr. Hearst was back in his classroom for his next lesson that was too start in just over five minutes. As Madeline explained this to the tall male she eyed the teenager in his arm with curiousity; she knew full well of Tetsu's stubbornness so was not really surprised to see his best friend forcing him into doing something; she didn't even want to begin to wonder what it could be.

There was another quick trip via a bathroom, the struggle becoming a lot more immense as Jojo now took it upon himself to try and get the male into the black coat he had bought along aswell as the fifth years bag. He would need the coat on if they were to be going out into the crisply chilled air which, if it was upto Jojo, they would most definitely be doing. Kicking the door open with one foot, currently caught up in a scene similar to when a young child refused to be put into clothes it didn't want to wear, the look on the drama teacher's face as he sat behind his desk was one of pure confusement. He wasn't aware of why the pair had appeared in his room but he could imagine it was most certainly against his young lover's wishes.

"Joseph, what are you doing here?" Having been making a few quick notes prior to being interrupted the pen was placed down on the table, eyebrows furrowing softly as he watched the tale male continue to try and force Tetsu's school uniform clad frame into the thick coat. He already had the blue scarf wrapped around his neck and mouth which was of course a start; the knot he had tied in the back stopping the student removing it easily.

"Tetsu needs to go home, he is ill." In the slight pause he took there was a muffled 'I'm not ill!' but this was shrugged off by the male who was obviously in a place of control. "And he won't go willingly, nor will he give me the key to the apartment to take him, so I need yours." Taking in this explanation Morgan noted that Tetsu certainly seemed to have quite a bit of energy but that could have just been due to his being constricted. Rising from his rather comfortable chair he wandered from behind his desk, one hand brushing beneath the strands of blonde hair that seemed to be clinging to the males face, feeling the immense heat of the males fever beneath his palm. As the slim male stilled beneath his touch it was obvious the fact that he was obviously a little more than simply under the weather.

"I'm not ill...I'm fine." With that same hoarse voice from too much time spent coughing than was probably good for him, his denial of his current health hadn't helped in get to this stage. He should have been sleeping in bed, instead of denying his body, making it seem as if he was just fine until it got to the point where it pushed him over the edge.

"Not ill? We would have been here sooner but where did we have to go Tetsu?" Questioning tone had head hung lightly, there was only so much that would be able to try and proof his point. "...the bathroom." With his voice quiet having both of the males leaning in to hear his voice. "Why?" "...because I needed to go." "Then why did I have to go in their with you?" There was even more of a brief pause. "...to hold back my hair." "And why?" The next response wasn't even audible to anyone hardly even himself as the words seemed to come out in a mumbled mess. So instead, Jojo decided to confirm what the muttering drabble had been. "Because you were making out with the toilet, weren't you?"

With an elbow implanting itself into his friends ribcage (granted not with much effort considering how exhausted his body was feeling from his earlier struggle aswell as his ill) he had already tried to justify that he was obviously fine now after his trips to the toilet, but unfortunately that wasn't winning anyone over. Especially not Morgan. Before he knew what was happening the key was handed over to the fifth year where it was pocketed securely. With fingers tugging down at the scarf a little so that it now only covered chin, palm smoothing over the soft yet burning skin of his cheek. "You are going home and you're going to go to bed and sleep. I don't care how not ill you are. Jojo, take him and make sure he stays there, you can miss my last lesson to make sure he doesn't leave the apartment."

Great...now he didn't even have a way of getting out of going; Jojo had a key to the apartment and he was too tired to fight him off even further. He couldn't even sneak back into the real world. This was just ridiculous, especially as Jojo began marching him out of the room with a smug grin on his lips obviously happy to have won that small battle, but he still wouldn't win the war of him admitting to being ill.