Title: Good Morning, Mr. Hyde, Today I’m Gonna Rock Your World Author: Mayonaka no Taiyou/unare_haineko Pairing: hyde x tetsu Rating: R-ish? Some coarse language and possibly future steamy situations, but PG-13ish for this installment Summary: Hyde is having marital problems and Tetsu decides to exploit the opportunity to address his longtime obsession with Hyde. 0-0-0-0-0 It was a lazy autumn afternoon and Tetsu was sitting to the side in their little break room contemplating life after a somewhat productive practice session. Yuki was examining his percussion set. Ken was outside having a few smokes and getting some fresh air and Hyde was of course…nowhere to be found. “Hey, where’d Hyde run off to?” Tetsu asked lazily to Yuki who now satisfied that everything was in order, was taking out his stash of snacks. “Telephone,” the drummer replied distractedly, opening a bag of chocolate covered nuts. “Telephone?” Tetsu said, trying to hide his surprise. “Yeah, I think it was Megumi,” Yuki murmured between bites. “He’s so whipped,” interrupted Ken, who, with an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, decided to make an appearance. “Every time she calls, he always runs off to take the call…” “Well, she is his wife,” Tetsu said flatly, with what could be construed as faint disdain. “What, Tetsu, jealous?” jeered Ken, elbowing him in the ribs. “Why would I be jealous?” asked Tetsu, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms as he stood up to face Ken. “He spends more time with us than with her. He’s married to us!” “Who’s married to whom?” asked the man in question. “You’re married to us!” called Ken cheerfully, motioning for Hyde to join them. “Whatever,” shrugged Hyde. “Uh oh, Dr. Jekyll retreats and gloomy Mr. Hyde makes an appearance again,” commented Ken, trying to lighten the mood, as he lit up his cigarette. Hyde said nothing as he went to the corner and plopped himself on the overstuffed black couch and threw his cell phone on the cushion next to him. He sort of looked like he was pouting in his corner as he stared out the window blankly. The vibration of someone’s cell phone on manner mode jarred the silence and Ken picked it up off the table. “Hullo?” he said, stealing a chip from Yuki, whom had he been a puppy would have been growling cutely at the thief. “Uh huh…Yeah…Uh…now? … Okaaay, fiiine…” Ken closed his phone and put it in his pocket. “Yuki, come with me to Ueno—“ he ordered suddenly. “Wha—why?” he protested, munching on his chips. “I needa go pick up something at my friend’s and it’s heavy—“ “Get Tetsu to go with you. He’s stronger—“ Yuki protested. “But he didn’t bring his car today. He came with Mr. Gloomy Pants over there,” Ken shrugged, as he gestured in the direction of a spacey Hyde staring out the window, tugging at his jacket zipper absently. “Come on…please!” “Fine, but you gotta buy me chocolate covered frozen bananas after!” Yuki pouted. “All right, let’s go already! See you guys…when there’s less tension in the air…” “Tetsu,” Yuki cocked his chin at the leader. “Yuki,” Tetsu acknowledged. “Hyde.” Yuki’s greeting fell on seemingly deaf ears as he was ignored. “Don’t mind him. I’ll talk to him,” Tetsu mouthed as the other two picked up their stuff and headed for the exit. Tetsu heard the double doors shut as the bolt fell in place and the revving of Ken’s sports car as the engine roared to life. He sighed and walked over to the mini refrigerator. What he really wanted was a beer, but they drank all the beer and hard stuff last time, so the only things left were the chasers and mixers. So it was bottled water, fruit juice, or soda. He was not really in the mood for anything sweet, so he opted for the bottled water. He turned to offer something to his vocalist, who had amazingly since changed positions and had now taken off his enormous boots as well as his socks. Hyde was embracing his knees and resting his chin on them. Tetsu shrugged at the unresponsiveness and closed the refrigerator door before walking over to a large armchair that was in an odd position in relation to the sofa. It was diagonal to where Hyde sat, though Hyde could not see him except from the corner of his eye with the way he was sitting. But when Tetsu took into consideration the other pieces of furniture in their little ‘living room’, no matter how he looked at it, three words came to mind. Bad feng shui. He made a mental note to get Ken to help him change the position of his ‘thinking chair’ later. He was not superstitious, mind you. He just liked his furniture like his music, neat, well balanced, and with a little bit of color. While Hyde was busy being miffed and sulking in the corner, Tetsu was drinking his overpriced water and staring his friend down. Hyde was oblivious to the attention he received from Tetsu’s eyes, but that did not stop Tetsu from his musings. It had been a long time since Tetsu had seen Hyde smile—truly smile. As Ken pointed out, there was a Dr. Jekyll and a Mr. Hyde when it came to the lead vocalist. There was a bit of a split personality, not to mention an identity crisis that had always plagued Hyde. Hyde was a diva—well, he could be a diva at times. But other times, he was very private and liked to do things and keep things to himself. He was a paradox in himself. There was the side he showed the fans—the ultra genki, half sexy, half innocent, so-called ‘star’ of the show. Tetsu was not entirely sure if they had actually agreed that Hyde was the star, but it was just as well. None of them really basked in the limelight and could really steal the show like Hyde. Fans cheered when Ken smoked his cigarette on stage while coolly playing the bridge of songs like ‘Heaven’s Drive’ or “Driver’s High”. (He had tried smoking and playing—the results were…mixed….He found he was not quite so good at multi-tasking as he often had to play and act as backup vocals for Hyde, which did not really jive with the whole play and smoke thing.) They cheered when he played a few bars with a banana and threw it to the crowd. Yuki speaking—much less singing—was a miracle in itself. Hell, he got excited when Yuki said more than 10 words or sang more than ‘1, 2, 3, 4!’ But Hyde…Hyde was the vocalist. He was practically the show. His voice is what tied their instruments together. And on stage, he may have been petite, but his charisma on stage really fueled up the crowd. Tetsu knew that half their popularity was attributed to Hyde, his distinct vocal chords, and his ability to exploit his sex appeal for the fans (namely through his overt gestures at hinting a ‘more than friends’ relationship—the hugs, butt slapping, groping, near kissing on the face and neck—all of which was 100 percent fan service and only served to leave Tetsu disappointed that Hyde was only playing). Yuki was eye candy and exhilarating to watch when he pounded on anything, even when he took wooden chopsticks and drummed them on upturned plates and bowls on the revolving sushi counters, thinking of the beat for the next song. Ken was scruffy, but cool—on the outside, the kind of guy your mother tells you to stay away from. Everyone knew him as the crazy pervert leader that plays with a banana on occasion, which was fine. But Hyde…he didn’t even really dance on stage. He wasn’t a ‘performer’ in the true sense. All he did was sing and shake random body parts around on stage with random commentary here and there. He wasn’t one of those Johnny’s Entertainment boys, hyped up on too much coffee, bouncing all over the place with their orange hair, tanned skin, boyish looks, and sugar sweet coating that can rot your teeth. Those…were ‘performers’—the way they would get up and dance on stage in perfect synchronized patterns. And hell, their English was typically better than artists in their genre. If Johnny’s Entertainment was sugar sweet fruit flavored candy—cheap, easy to find, and easily mass-produced, Hyde was like a crème liquor filled dark chocolate truffle—mysterious, elusive, and exquisite when it came to taste. The dark bittersweet outside only whet the appetite for the full-bodied, complex richness that lay within. Hyde was definitely bittersweet on the outside. Pale skin, dark makeup, dark hair (most of the time), sometimes a piercing or two, funky clothes that ranged from outlandish clothes that J.E. often picked up (Tetsu shuddered at the thought) to gothic/punk/visual-kei black and white stuff with buckles, zippers and spikes to the Indies days of when he was this powder puff princess dandelion. He could be just as masculine as Ken or more feminine than most women. Tetsu had decided a long time ago that he did not like it when Hyde was too masculine. Hyde went through this stage where he dyed his hair midnight black (too black for Tetsu’s taste) and he had it short and spiked. That was torture for Tetsu because not only was Hyde just like another Ken or worse, Sakura, he just did not appear as gorgeous. He never said anything to Hyde about it, but he was always disappointed whenever Hyde decided to chop off his precious locks. For Tetsu, the best Hyde hairstyle was the shoulder length straight and dark. It did not have to be his natural hair color because Tetsu was okay with brown, but what he liked was the sleek and polished look that Hyde had when he had his hair like that. Granted, if he had his way, he would make Hyde into that Indies chick he fell in love with when they first met—the pretty Hyde with the long, curly tresses…and the Hyde that was infatuated with fucking Sakura. He shuddered at the thought. Sakura was a figment of the past, but he still managed to get Tetsu’s goat even in his non-existence and non-affiliation to the popular band. Tetsu hated how Sakura had been the only one to make Hyde truly smile—not his stage smile, but the pure, radiant smile that graced the vocalist’s lips occasionally in a moment of unguarded raw emotion. It irritated him that Hyde used to follow Sakura around like a lovesick puppy. Hyde would have done whatever Sakura told him. If Hyde were not so sheltered and naïve, if Sakura had told him to get down on his knees naked and wiggle his butt cutely at him, Hyde would have done it in a flash and probably come back with something like, “But I have a wide butt—I don’t want you to see how big it is….!” He was self conscious and adorable in private like that. Fortunately, the former drummer did not really abuse his position, at least not in front of Tetsu. He had wished so many times that Hyde would look up to him the same way he would look up to Sakura, but then again, he supposed he had not been the best of role models in his early indies days when they were first starting out. Admittedly, he had been pretty girly himself with the long hair, the makeup…it was not like he was the only one—ALL THE INDIES GROUPS WERE DOING IT!! But then along came Mr. Sakura, the badass drummer asshole, who stole his Hyde’s heart and swept his princess off his feet. He had found Hyde first! Hyde was his princess! Hyde had been stunning—all decked out in white with his feminine features, petite figure, and girly accessories, like that fluffy white purse with the sparkly things! Except that Hyde had hips…manly hips. Tetsu liked girls, but Japanese girls were just too skinny and bony for him. No curves. No boobs. No butt. Well, to be honest, boobs were not really his thing. Ken was more of a boob person—it was one of the three S’s. Ken only needed three things to make him happy, three things that all started with the letter ‘S’. Smokes, Sake (or any alcohol for that matter), and Super big boobs on his women. (Ken said there were ‘three’ things, though Yuki felt that the boobs should have been counted as ‘four’ since there were two of them, to which Ken replied that the boobs were a ‘set’, a collective noun, and were like twins—similar, but with distinct personalities and virtually inseparable.) Tetsu, on the other hand, liked his lower body curves. He liked to be able to grab onto something other than pure bone when he was slamming into whatever or whoever was the catch of the night. Which brought him to Hyde. Hyde had a nice ass. That was an understatement. Hyde had a fucking fantastic ass. Sometimes, when the smaller man had been wearing something a little less billowy and a little more form fitting, Tetsu would catch a glimpse of the slight curve (the silhouette only!) of the pretty man’s fleshy globes of perfection that would make his breath hitch and his pulse race. Hyde was not even naked and Tetsu was already ready to cum in his pants like a virgin schoolboy. He had wanted Hyde so badly back in the day that he was even haunted in his sleep by him. He had spent many lonely, empty nights dreaming of Hyde that only left his sheets soiled and him feeling strangely unsatisfied the next morning. Something about the feminine Hyde was so alluring, just the feminine Hyde. Tetsu was not sure what he was really was. He liked girls and owned a massive library of heterosexual porn. He was a commitment-phobe when it came to women, so the turnover was quite high in the virtually non-existent ‘relationship’ department. He did not think he was gay since he was sort of in love with the feminine aspect of a guy. He had been in several flings with other guys, but never anything too serious. The key in those relationships had been that they were very pretty guys (not prettier than Hyde of course, but prettier than most girls) and that he had always been on top. It would be a cold day in hell before Tetsu would play uke to anyone. The little extra piece of equipment between the legs did not really turn him on, but he was not put off by it either. His mind saw it as something that was just there, like a person’s arm or eye. But then there was that unhealthy obsession he had with feminine Hyde. He knew Hyde was a guy, with a low voice, the male speech patterns, and born with the same equipment he had been born with. But he liked it when Hyde was all dolled up with all his girly accessories, even though his voice nor the way he spoke did not sound anything like a woman. So did that not make him straight, since he liked all the girly attributes about Hyde or gay, because he knew Hyde was a man under all the clothes and makeup? If he had been attracted to masculine girls, would that in itself make him gay? But then again, if he took Hyde’s good friend and fellow visual-kei music superstar, Gackt and put him in a princessy gown and a long curly wig, was he turned on by that? Not really. So he was back at square one, having made no progress on his sexuality yet again. Now that he thought about it, when was the last time he saw Hyde in one of his outrageous outfits? Not recently. There was the spiked hair phase that went on for several years after— “Hello? Megu?” croaked a voice that interrupted Tetsu’s thoughts and brought him back to reality. Noticing that he had spilled the water he had been drinking all over the carpet, he reached down and picked up the cap and screwed it back onto the now empty bottle. As he returned to an upright position, Tetsu peered over at his gloomy friend who seemed to have perked up at the call and was now sitting up anxiously listening to his caller. While he could not hear the content of the conversation, Tetsu could hear what sounded like screeching on the other end of the phone and knew that spelled bad news for his friend and fellow band member. Hyde wilted visibly with every passing moment and muttered acknowledgments every few words to indicate he was listening. “Uh huh…okay. Love you…Should I come—” The dead dial tone blared loudly indicating the end of the conversation. “…home…” Hyde sighed and closed his phone. Then as if debating whether he wanted to hurl it across the room in anger or stuff it into his pocket to forget about the rejection he felt, he settled for a compromise and threw it quite hard against the farthest cushion of the couch. He looked half ready to explode and half ready to burst into tears at that moment, but he did neither as the wall came up on his face and his eyes became devoid of any emotion, as he put on his expressionless mask a second later. Tetsu watched Hyde as he put on his socks and boots once again and straightened his clothes. When he was satisfied, he turned around and seemed genuinely surprised to see Tetsu sitting in the chair behind him. “Tetsu…” he squeaked, almost as if he was not sure how to react. Then in a split change of attitude, he demanded, “What are you doing here?!” Think fast! Think fast! “Waiting for you, so I can close up and you can take me home,” he said smoothly, standing up to chuck the empty water bottle into the recycling bin. “Huh?” “Security dude’s on vacation, remember? I told you last week. We gotta close up here after we’re done. Think of any good lyrics for a new song?” “New song?” asked Hyde. “Yeah, don’t you usually sit in the corner when you want to write lyrics?” Nice save, Tetsu. He congratulated himself on wiggling out of that potentially ugly situation. “New…uh…no not really…just ended up spacing out,” mumbled Hyde uncomfortably, clearly feeling like an ass for overreacting. Liar! “Well, we did come together and I was thinking about taking a taxi home, but I figured, you might have forgotten your key. So I came back inside and thought I should wait for you. Then we could close up and leave together…” Ogawa Tetsu, Master in B.S…at the University of B.S. “Oh, yeah…all right,” Hyde agreed slowly. “Why don’t you go start up the car and I’ll close up here,” he suggested. “Okay,” Hyde nodded, picking up his stuff and going outside, while Tetsu closed the windows and turned off the lights. Tetsu heard the door shut and the faint sound of the engine as Hyde brought the car around to the other side of the building to the side exit, which was always the last door to be locked. Just as Tetsu was about to lock their break room up, he heard the pulsing of a cell phone vibrating. It was not coming from his pants and when he located the source, he found that Hyde had forgotten his cell phone on the couch. Tetsu looked at the flashing screen. ‘1 new email from Megu (heart)’ Tetsu knew it was wrong, but curiosity got the better of him and he ended up scrolling through the email, which said: ‘DON’T COME HOME TONIGHT, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING HUSBAND.’ Now that was harsh. He never knew Megumi to be so harsh. He was not even aware that they had been having serious marital problems. But if this was not the sign of it, Tetsu did not know what was. Deciding that Hyde did not need to get any more depressed, he marked the message as ‘Unread’ and turned the phone off. “Well, then, if you’re not expecting him home tonight, then you won’t be minding if I help myself to your husband then?” Tetsu muttered wickedly, as he slid the phone deep within the cushions of the sofa. He grabbed his bag off the table and locked up the last door of the facility before meeting his unsuspecting prey around the back. 0-0-0-0-0 To be continued…? This was my first attempt at HaiTsu…I’m sorry if it was OOC and waaaaaay off base. I tried. I’m not sure if I will continue it, but I really like the pairing and see a lot of potential for this story. Comments and constructive criticism always welcome.
