18HMMM…..SO I WAS WATCHING ONE OF THE FIRST EPISODES OF HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER AND THIS POPPED INTO MY HEAD. ANNYWAY ENJOY AND REVIEW AND ALL THAT JAZZ!
DON'T OWN GET BACKERS…WAHH!
The sun was hot on his eyelids, burning through his closed eyes, trying to wake him. Kazuki rolled onto his side in an attempt to escape the blinding hot light but once facing the other way he found he couldn't breathe. Pressed to his face was something furry and warm. Slowly, very, very slowly he dragged his eyes open to find himself face to face with a sleeping kitten. Kazuki sprang out of bed immediately with a shriek, that was far too high and girly for him to be comfortable with, and backed up against the wall.
He stopped suddenly, wondering why he was acting so terrified of this little creature – he had nothing against cats, in fact he had been hoping to buy one soon, but for some strange – inexplicable reason he was absolutely terrified of this one. Shaking his head in confusion Kazuki stretched out his arms, with a yawn, if he was awake he may as well get dressed. Just as he was looking around at the small room he had woken up in, wondering why it seemed to unfamiliar a wave of nausea hit him full and hard in the head and stomach. Kazuki's knees buckled and he fell to the green grey carpeted floor, putting a hand over his mouth to refrain from throwing up. He couldn't remember going out drinking the night before, so he had no idea why he would have such a bad hangover. Once he felt a little calmer Kazuki straightened up, leaning on the bedpost for support and looked at the room properly. This definitely wasn't his apartment. The room was too small and too impersonal. The fading blue paint was nothing like the vibrant sapphire colour his room was painted, and the green grey carpet at his feet clashed so horrible it made him want to sick, though at that moment he was fairly close to hurling without help from the decoration. This was not his room, he could see that now.
"So where the hell am I?" the feminine man asked himself, his eyes straying to the little kitten still curled up by the pillow. He shuddered involuntarily and looked away from the animal. What the hell was going on…
After he had decided that the room would provide him with no answers Kazuki opened the door and slipped outside into a brightly lit kitchen. Putting a hand to his throbbing head to try and shield his eyes Kazuki walked further into the kitchen where he could smell something cooking on the stove. There didn't seem to be anyone around and Kazuki was about to call out when he heard laughter and muffled voices coming from across the room, through a slightly open door.
"No, I have to finish cook – whoa! Hihihi…" It was Ginji's voice.
"Let it burn, I'm not hungry anyway….Ginji…" Kazuki nearly choked when he recognized Ban's voice.
He was in their new apartment, he vaguely recognized it now, having helped the two Get Backers move in, but the real question was Why he was in their apartment, with a hangover, and a sudden fear of cats.
The door opened and a rumpled looking Ginji walked out, dressed in a loose tank top and his green shorts. Ban was right behind him, wearing his predictable outfit and a smirk. Kazuki was fairly sure Ban's right hand was in the back pocket of Ginji's shorts.
"Oh, Hey Kazu – chan!" Ginji crowed in excitement, rushing over to his old friend the minute he saw him standing in the bright light of the kitchen. "How are you feeling?"
"Ill." Kazuki said truthfully, a wry smile gracing his soft lips, "Do you have a bathroom?"
Yes! I'll show you." Ginji took Kazuki's hand and led him across the room, past Ban who was idly stirring whatever was simmering on the stove, porridge most likely and through the open doorway. "It's just down here and to the left." Kazuki thanked Ginji with a small nod of his head and headed to the bathroom quickly, not wanting to stick around for the rest of the show.
Kazuki wiped his mouth with pale hands and looked up from the sink, gazing into the mirror. He gave a little yelp as he saw his reflection. There was thick eyeliner around his eyes and bright purple and gold eye shadow on his eyelids. His lips were bright blue, and there was glitter on his left cheek.
"What the hell…" Kazuki looked down at his torso and yelped again, he was wearing a pink T-shirt with writing printed on it and flouro green short shorts. After looking in the mirror carefully Kazuki worked out the writing on his shirt spelled out, 'I believe in rights for free monkeys.'
"Okay, what is going on here?!" Kazuki exploded, tugging on the pink shirt, "What the hell did I do last night?"
