NIKA

KAoru and The Pinky Kid

"Aw, come on, Kao-chan. Lighten up! They have the greatest fuckin whisky here that you have ever had!" Kaoru just stared blankly while hide, still clutching to Kaoru's beloved guitar, babbled happily. The mind of the band-leader had already gone numb and disconnected from the happenings around him some time ago. It was a dream...yes! He had to be dreaming! There was no way that he sat in a bar in the Wild West with his long dead idol! This simply couldn't be true. It simply couldn't. There was no way that he, Niikura Kaoru born and raised in the honorable land of the rising sun could be stranded in the wild west. Suddenly he longed to have his bottle of shampoo back for reassurance. Hide bounced away to get some drinks from the counter, leaving Kaoru alone in an English-speaking uncomfortable environment. Kaoru tried to look unsuspicious, but there were bewildered and questioning stares from the people in the bar. Most of them were men anyway, no women to be seen, they were tattered, covered with dust and looked they had jumped like right out of a movie. Kaoru bumped his head on the table and muttered: "They are probably from a movie... A very bad western...I don't believe this..." A loud thud brought him out of his remorse. He blinked and saw two rather dirty glasses filled with a rather poisonous looking golden-brown liquid. "Fuck me! At long last, a real drink!" the long dead rock-star called out with a shriek of delight. " I love this place!" "And I hate it!" Kaoru grumbled, staring unseeing into the beckoning liquid. But the pink-haired man ignored him an gulped down the drink within the blink of an eye. Then he simply took Kaoru's drink, which was carelessly dishonored by the purple-head and added to the other one on his stomach. "The best fuckin liquor I've ever had." Hide commented happily and a sweet, happy smile appeared on his face. Kaoru shook his head, long enough to get himself dizzy, when a shadow was cast on their table. Both men looked up and found a cowboy hovering over them looking disturbed and dangerous. hide presented a wide grin, while Kaoru felt a little scared, since the man was taller, had more muscles and seemed to know exactly what he wanted and how to get it, quite the opposite to Kaoru. And the scary appearance began to speak: "Hey you two clowns, do you have an illness or why are your heads purple and pink?" Kaoru gulped, praying to whatever higher being might be hearing him, that he really didn't want to be killed in a stupid wild west movie, while hide touched his piercingly colored hair. The dead idol stood up and faces the taller cowboy with a challenging pout, pointing to Kaoru: "His is just purple for bitchy guys like you to get cursed by fuckin looking at it and suffer endless pain in the nights to come. It will never kill you, but, believe me, people have committed suicide just because they couldn't stand the pain anymore." A soft murmur started to swell up around them, everyone who had been staring at Kaoru turned their looks away hastily and some started to clean their eyes with water or beer or whatever came handy. hide shrugged and continued: "My hair is fuckin sacred and indicates that I am untouchable so the Indians willl know and won't take our scalps but taking yours instead. So don't even dream about touching it!" The cowboy paled visibly. The murmur raised and hide kept up his stare at the tall man, never giving in. The tall cowboy tipped his finger to the edge of his head and said: "Sorry, buddy. Didn't mean to offend you." "It's okay, maybe you'll be spared from the horrible consequences..." hide gave the retreating man a sweet and innocent smile but Kaoru just stared at his idol with an open mouth. When hide had sat down again, he whispered: "I can't believe what you've just told that poor guy." "He will not bother us again, ne? So I had any fuckin right to tell him what I did." Kaoru sighed, while hide studied the purple-head closely: "But still I think we will be better of wearing hats. Ne, Kao-chan, we need hats. " I don't need a hat, I need someone to wake me up from this nightmare. And then tell me, everything is just normal. Yeah, boring and normal. Who said normal wasn't nice? That idiot must have never met hide. "Why do we need hats, hide-san?" "Are you dumb? First, to disguise our hair. It will be much easier going around without all of those people staring at us, don't you think? Fuckin right! And second..." hide's voice trailed off and Kaoru looked up to see why. A woman was coming down the stairs, wearing not too much in the ways of decent clothing, smiling at all the men with a inviting glint in her eyes: "Oh no, hide-san." Kaoru uttered out. "Don't even think about it." "Aw, you're so mean, Kao-chan. Can't I even take a lousy look? I was dead for a long time, but not that fuckin dead." Dir en grey's lead-guitarist moaned at the lame joke and thought about banging his head on the table. But he resisted the urge, remarking acidly: "What was the second reason why we needed hats again?" hide tore his eyes away from the sexy lady, getting a bit annoyed all the while, because she was already pleasing one of the customers and also because the man sitting with him at this table was really boring. "We need hats to protect our pale complexion, silly." hide shook his head, as if that statement had been going without even saying it. "Somehow I was expecting you to say something like that..." the purple-head mumbled and wished he had drunken the suspicious liquor hide had managed to get. Slowly becoming comfortably numb instead of uncomfortably aware. Unexpectedly hide stood up and piped honeyed: "Well, let's go, Kao-chan." Kaoru blinked a few times before he could mutter a faint: "Where?" "Buying some hats, of course. Fuck, what did you think?" hide shook his head and pulled the other man to his feet. "Come on, it will be fun, I'll guarantee. Ikou, ne..." He took the guitar and Kaoru's hand, afterwards starting to pull the reluctant man out of the bar. "I don't want to leave, hide-saaaaan..." Kaoru protested. At least the bar seemed like a rather safe place now and who knew what might be lurking on the outside? A very harsh voice called out a "Hold it right there!" to them. They froze. The bar-keeper came up to them, being even more impressive than the cowboy before and also seemed pissed off. "Didn't you forget something?" Kaoru studied the man in fear, even hide seemed not overly genki. Since the supposedly-dead idol remained silent, Kaoru got a grip and asked: "What did we forget?" "You owe me some money, buddies. You're not leaving before you pay!" Hide let go of Kaoru's hand and both of them started to raid their various pockets. The purple-head produced some yen-bills and some coins, while Hide only came up with some sweets, some of Kaoru's rice-crackers, making Kaoru frown and two packs of cigarettes. He looked up with a sorry smile on his lips and Kaoru shrugged at the bar-keeper, handing over the money: "It's all I have right now. Keep it!" "Are you kids shitting me? That's not money!" the bigger man grabbed Kaoru at the rim of his still blood-stained shirt, pulling him to the tip of his toes, getting even higher. His victims eyes went wide as he realized he was losing ground-contact and he began to wince, because it hurt so much and his neck felt like it was slowly giving in. /I'm going to 'fuckin' die right here!/ "Kao-chan!" Hide called out, for the first time seriousness and panic lacing his words, surprising Kaoru who was struggling to get free to no avail. "Wait a damn minute, Mister!" Hide's voice became darker and deeper. "I'll offer you a deal." The grip at Kaoru's throat opened and the purple-head slammed to the floor, gasping for air. "Take this!" Hide offered Kaoru's guitar to the angry man. "It's our most treasured possession, worth at least about $400. We'll come back for sure to get it back and give you the fuckin money, okay?" The bar-keeper looked at the purple guitar skeptically, but as he saw Kaoru's suffering look at his beloved instrument he nodded: "Accepted. But you'll be dead if you don't come back. I'll hunt you down personally. Understood?" Both rock-stars nodded full of apprehension. "And... I don't like you! Get out of here before I kick you out!" The two colored-heads stumbled out of the door with extra speed. Huffing Kaoru halted on the dusty main road of the small city and breathed heavily. Beside him Hide cursed: "Fucking bastard! We only had two lousy drinks. I am fuckin famous, man! He could've just invited us." Kaoru snorted :"Shut up, hide-san. Better get some money to pay the guy, ne." "Shut up? You shouldn't say 'Shut up!' to your dead idol. And, this brilliant but regrettably dead me has already a plan to get some money." "Yeah? Like how? Sell our souls? Become cowboys..." "Wai, I wanna become a cowboy!" Hide squeaked and beamed at the younger man, but then he put up a finger :"But that's not what I've thought of." Hide looked around, spotted something that made his eyes glow in that dangerous fashion and then grabbed Kaoru's hand to uncover the wrist. Kaoru blinked at the other man's actions: "Hey, let go of me." "Aw, don't be so shy, Kao-chan. Other would have paid millions just to touch me." he teased his victim and Kaoru scowled. This was really one annoying dead idol. "So, what is your plan, Hide-*sama*?" he asked sarcastically. "We fuckin sell your watch!" "My...wha?" Kaoru was ready to strangle the other man, who seemed totally satisfied with himself. "Yeah, right. Fucking great, ne? Doesn't look like much either, you won't even miss it. And just think, we can get your beloved baby back." "I'm not going to let you sell my watch! Why don't we sell yours?" Kaoru grumbled at the pink-haired plague. "Mine? It's much too fucking cool to be sold. These primitive bastards won't appreciate it. Come on, Kaoru-san. Your watch's our only hope," he pleaded with teary eyes. "Maybe we can sell you and get a good prize?" Kaoru stated, he didn't feel up to Hide's pleading. It was even worse than his genkiness. But Hide ignored him and just dragged him to the place, that had raised his interest earlier. Kaoru gave up on any attempts to resist Hide's plans, since he was ignored anyway and just hoped he wouldn't be killed this time. Escaping death surely wasn't as elevating as he had imagined. Upon entering the building, Kaoru realized that it was the local bank. People stood in line to store money or whatever business they had to attend to. Only one counter was served and Kaoru got the impression that they would at least had to wait for one hour, but Hide didn't seem to mind. "Just relax a little Kao-chan and enjoy the atmosphere. Later you can tell your fucking friends that you have been to the wild west. Not some Disney World fake but the real thing [tm]. Isn't that just fucking wonderful?" Kaoru put a finger to his lips and thought about the time, when he would tell his friends about his little 'vacation'. Die would probably laugh himself to death and afterwards just pat him and tell him to relax a little more. Yeah, he really was like Hide at times. Kyo would fall asleep, smiling. Later thanking him for the nice good-night-story. And Shinya...would probably get worried about him going insane. About Toshiya...well, he didn't know. Toshiya would doubtless laugh, then get worried, then laugh again and then just lose interest. "Yeah, fucking wonderful I'm overexcited, banzai!" Kaoru mumbled, while staring at the back of the honorable woman standing before them in line. "Man, Kao-chan. You're are so tense and boring. Don't you ever have fun in life?" hide asked, beginning to roam his pockets for a smoke. "Relax, life is hard enough. If you don't have some fun you'll just get older all the earlier. Look at me. Do I look like a fucking something-over-thirty man to you?" "I don't know. You look too much like Hide to me." Kaoru stated truthfully. "Huh?" Hide plopped on of the cigarettes between his lips. Then he giggled and shrugged: "You're fuckin right, Kao-chan. This gorgeous rock-star is just without competition." "Whatever you say..." Kaoru looked at Hide's cigarette with silent envy. /How I long for a good smoke.../ Hide searched for a lighter, while humming some unknown melody, and when he finally found it, they were already second in line. Hide pulled out the lighter and held it up to lighten the white cylinder in his mouth. Suddenly all of the people around them shrieked and gasped and before the two travelers could make any sense of the turmoil, most of the customers had lain down on the floor, leaving a surprised Kaoru. Hide blinked also and pulled out his cigarette: "What's up, huh?" Looking around both rock-stars saw the shaky hand of the cashier coming up behind the counter, in his fists a small brown sack. "Please, Sir, take the money." Hide and Kaoru stared at each other, puzzled. Then their looks returned to the sack and on Hide's face appeared suddenly a sly grin. "Wow, how did you know that we needed the fuckin money?" he cheered and took the sack from the shaking fist. "I guess, " Kaoru pointed out "They took a look at the thing in you hand..." Hide scrutinized the thing in his hand. It was just the lighter. But it looked like a genuine gun. The pink-haired man beamed: "Hey, I always knew it was a good thing to smoke!" "Whaaaat?!" Kaoru was in permanent shock. "Look we got money for free! Now let's hit the road!" Hide jumped and dragged Kaoru out in a hurry. "Wait, Hide!!! You have to give back the money!!" Kaoru protested all the while. "Are you fuckin crazy? They will arrest us if we do that. Now come on!" Hide seemed to have the fun of his life, running from the bank, laughing and giggling, despite Kaoru's desperate pleas to give back the money. Finally Kaoru realized there was no point in trying to get Hide to do anything responsible. He just ran along wit h the pink-haired and in his head was an echo, saying: /Now I am a criminal. I'm a criminal!/ In the background he heard "Help! Sheriff!" yells coming from the bank. "We're doomed!" he called to Hide. But the other man just laughed.

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