Special Like That | Author:
Triana | Fandom:
w-inds./GacktJOB | Rating:
G | Summary:
Keita's special, but his friends don't know it. | Warnings:
None, really, except that this isn't the best work I've turned out. | Disclaimer: The disclaimer is here
Keita sat down on the bench in the break room with a sigh and opened his supper bag, thoughtfully packed for him by Clifford. Not even on Gackt's orders, since Gackt didn't know Keita had to work late today—Keita hadn't told either of them, come to think of it, so how...?
Well, he'd figure that out later sometime. When he wasn't so tired. Right now the vegetables, dip, and odd-looking pasta dish seemed too appetizing for anything else to matter, except a long hot shower and his comfy bed when he got home.
"Recitals suck," a voice to Keita's right grumbled over the sound of paper bags opening and the ding!
of the microwave's timer as another dance instructor heated up their dinner. Ryohei's voice continued: "I mean, they're nice for the kids and all but...." he trailed off, gesturing ineloquently with his hands before reaching over and snatching one of Keita's cut vegetables, plopping down beside him.
"Help yourself." Keita pushed the plastic container closer to his friend. "There's more here than I can eat anyhow."
"And as for recitals, rehearsals, the whole thing...man, you're preaching to the choir. I've still
got that little bouncing butterball. And her mother is driving me bananas." Keita made a face, chomping down on a carrot stick. "I need a drink."
"Kei, you don't drink."
"Which should tell you something."
"Enough about that!" Ariana cried, plopping down on the bench across the table from Keita and Ryohei. "Let's talk about something else. Did you guys hear about The Magnum's new sidekick?"
Keita nearly choked on his carrot.
"Yeah," Stefan said, unwrapping his sandwich. "What's he called? Super... Super... Super something."
"Super Lover," Robin piped up. "It was in all the papers the other day, when Super Lover helped The Magnum take out Lil' Smokey. He's going on trial in about a month."
"I heard about that," Tatsuya said thoughtfully.
"You heard, I saw," Holly bragged. "No, seriously, I saw them climbing into The Magnum's car outside the bank that night. The sidekick had a kickass costume."
Keita raised his water bottle to his lips to hide the smile he couldn't quite hold back.
"I wonder who it is," Ryohei mused, helping himself to another of Keita's vegetables. "And what the application process was like."
"Murder, I bet," Keita tossed in his two cents, knowing that it would seem odd if he didn't participate in the conversation. "It'd have to be, don't you think? A sidekick for a superhero would have to be able to pass the toughest of tough tests, wouldn't he?"
"Absolutely," Stefan agreed. "You can't have a superhero with a lousy weakling for a sidekick, you're right about that. Who could it be?"
"It could be anybody," Ariana intoned, sitting forward and digging into her food.
"It could be me!" Keita waggled his eyebrows with a grin that was anything but serious.
This time Ryohei was the one to choke on his carrot as the other teachers burst out laughing. "Right, Kei," he said between coughs and giggles. "You're just that special."
Whether it's minutes, dollars, or the number of perverted old men in a bar, the answer is always forty-two. In this case, it took Keita forty-two minutes to finish his dinner, say his goodbyes to his friends and drive from the dance studio all the way across town to Camui Manor where he could laugh and laugh and be undiscovered.
Or almost undiscovered. Clifford found him collapsed in a giggling heap just inside the front door.