The Wake-Up

'So...it wasn't a dream,' were Takuya's first thoughts as he woke up face to face with a digital clock on the nightstand flashing 9:08 AM in red, groaning.

He slowly sat up and looked around, seeing the lamp to the right of him, the dresser on the other side of the room, and pool of blankets on top of the queen-sized bed, feeling tense as these things reassured him that he was not dreaming like he was hoping. Takuya then looked over at the mass under the mountains of blankets, watching the form rise and fall ever-so slightly every couple of seconds. Takuya was lost in the sight, out of his usual admiration for the person beside him, and out of a strange guilt.

The room was cold with the air conditioner going overnight to cool the room of the hot weather outside, as well as the hot and passionate acts that took place the night before. It was refreshing, awakening, like a slap in the face with a cold wet towel. His head suddenly started hurting, his stomach growling with a mix of hunger and sickness, all no doubt from the excruciating hangover he was expecting. But the pain in his chest that was brought about with each heartbeat, he knew that that had nothing to do with the after-effect of the mass quantities of alcohol.

Searching for his boxers that were hastily tossed onto his side of the bed, Takuya slipped them on and shakily got out of bed, quietly, so as not to wake the other, sleeping. He gently grabbed the doorknob, hearing the click as he turned it, deactivating the lock that was used on the door "just in case", and snaked out of the room. Instantly, he was in the dead-center of a rain of sunlight from the window in the hallway. Takuya groaned at the pain that the bright lights brought to his already growing headache and raised his arms to shield him from the new, shiny day that awaited him. He turned, passing a couple of other rooms with closed doors while trying to remember where his desired room was, even though he'd been there, and to the occupant's house, many times before.

Finally, he made it there, his hand fumbled for the light switch in the dark, and he was hit with more blinding light than before once he found it. Rubbing his eyes in an attempt to get used to light, he stumbled through the doorway and felt the immediate sensation of the cold white tiles under his feet. He stopped in front of the sink and turned the handle forcing the ice-cold water to pour out of the silver sink head. Feeling the cool air from the bedroom, he couldn't help but want real cold water to touch upon his face instead of the impression of it. Takuya cupped his hands under the running water and splashed it over his face without hesitation, but shivering a bit afterwards. He took another handful and repeated the process until he was awake and satisfied.

With hands dripping wet, Takuya felt around for a towel on the rack that he knew was nearby, and waved his hand about the area until he touched upon something soft. Grabbing it, he patted his face dry, and that's when he saw clearly. Above the sink was a huge, glossy mirror that took up the whole wall. And reflected in that mirror was Takuya: Eyes bloodshot and focused on his image, hair tangled and messed up in random places, his lips and nipples still slightly swollen, both from being teased in last night's foreplay, and upon further inspection, there were some hickeys and bite marks in various places.

Shocked, Takuya slowly brought his hand up to his neck, the part of his body with the most visible bruising, and lightly touched them. But it was as if, in that one little touch, the memories of last night came flooding back into his mind. He now remembered everything, to the extent that he could given that the memories were made during his barely faded drunken haze. He remembered what he did, and when, and how it started, and who he did it with-

'Who...Oh no. Oh shit, no. What have I done?'

In disbelief and panic, Takuya could barely retain any of this because of his throbbing headache, now growing worse, and the ache in his chest, which was now containing a heart beating so loudly that it seemed like it was going to burst out of him, or at the very least, give him a heart attack. But one thing was for sure: The handicap of self-awareness that the hangover was giving him shattered, and his stomach twisted in gut-wrenching agony, making Takuya hunch over the sink top in pain. He managed to pull himself together long enough to try looking in the mirror one more time, hoping to be warped to another time, another place, anywhere but this, his house.

But it didn't work, and he remained in the same place, in the same situation. In that moment, he realized that last night, Takuya was no longer the innocent member of the band. And Teruki was to blame.

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A/N: I was dead bored, and a muse struck me and resulted in this mini-story. How crafty those little muses can be! X3

Anyways, the "mystery" pairing is Takuya/Teruki. I was struggling for a while on who I wanted Takuya to be with: Teruki or Miku? But Teruki inevitably fits the character I'm molding him after. Sorry Mi-kun :(

This will only continue for another chapter or two, but I'm not really sure yet, hahaha. It won't be long, just a side story to get the creativity flowing to continue 'Stalker'. Thank goodness school is out! :D

I'll be updating both stories soon, but my computer is going through bi-polar disorder, so bear with me! XD