O-na Part II - III
"Flip the channel" Shiro said. Kuro pressed the button into the TV controller. The channel zipped and the television set blared. "Flip it" Shiro pushed. Kuro jammed the button once again. "Change it". This went on for thirty minutes. "Flip the-" "Ok! There%u2019s nothing on! I'bored now" Kuro exclaimed. Shiro stood up and stretched out, letting his shirt swim all over him. Kuro stared just a while later realizing he must look a little creepy. "Oh, wanna see my new tatt?!" Shiro yelled excitedly. He lifted his sweater without warning, and pushed his pants down a little. His skin revealed a swollen tattoo of four stars starting from his lower abdomen diagonally moving up near his lower right rib.
"That's crazy, it looks painful" Kuro said. He made a face. "And since when have you had those?" Kuro pointed to the four piercings around his navel. "I don't know? A long time I guess." Kuro traced the outline of the piercings. He pulled his shirt down. Shiro's skin flushed, his cheeks burning. "Uh, w-what do we do now?" Kuro came to as soon as Shiro spoke. "You'd think two kids would have more fun than this with no parents around, maybe pick up some chicks" Shiro said. "Hm." Kuro understood his friend.
Shiro's face lit up. "Let's go get you a tattoo!" he let his voice echo in the large room. "Are you fucking insane?" Kuro whispered. Shiro leaned forward "Why are you whispering?" he smiled. "Because my house keeper is a big mouth and is also a basket case so if she hears anything and blabs to my rents, it's off with my head" Kuro fidgeted. "It's bad enough I have my lip piercings. God forbid they see my hip ones too!" Kuro let himself shout. Shiro covered his friend's mouth. "Shh, your housekeeper" he winked. Kuro rolled his eyes.
"Come on, I know a few guys downtown who'll do it for nothing! Can%u2019t give that one up!" Shiro re-assured Kuro. "Does it..hurt?" Kuro asked. "The pain is different from piercings, like little kitten scratches" Shiro clawed at Kuro's arm.
Kuro started to think things over. "What would it be of?" he asked. "What's your favorite color?" Shiro said.
"Shut up, you know what it is" he blushed and hit Shiro, then laughed. "PURPLE! Well then my friend, let's get you a purple...uh..tribal tattoo on your back, how does that sound?" Shiro said, dodging another one of Kuro's hits. "Doesn't sound too bad, considering it's coming out of a nut like you" Kuro snickered. 'Then let's go see if they're up to it" Shiro beamed. He tugged Kuro off of the couch. "Ow, you're hurting me" Kuro grimaced as his Diamond Eyed friend dragged him out onto the street.
"Wanna drive?" Kuro dangled the keys to his father's expensive car. "You know I do" Shiro freaked. He grabbed the keys and shoved them into the ignition. He pulled Kuro into the passenger's seat and cranked the car into drive. Shiro sped down the street and watched Kuro grab the seat. They both laughed.
In less than fifteen minutes and ten life threatening stunts later, they arrived in front of a large black building. It had no windows. "This place looks, pleasant?" Kuro said. Shiro jerked the car to a stop. "I know, it's freaky" Shiro chuckled. He opened the door for Kuro and bowed, "Ma'am." "Shut up" he let his fist fly into Shiro's arm. They cautiously entered the building. "Hey" A girl greeted them from behind a desk. Her hair was in dreads and every part of her face was pierced. She startled Kuro seeing as he was distracted by pictures of different tattoos lacing the walls with their awkward dispositions and colors. Shiro pressed himself into Kuro's arm and whispered "stay here". That made Kuro shudder, the tiny hairs on his body standing on end. Shiro approached the girl at the counter and told her his business. She nodded happily and went into the back of the office-like room only returning to greet them with a large man. Kuro took a seat onto a nearby sofa and swallowed hard. Shiro and the man talked for what felt like an eternity. The large man approached Kuro. "So, your friend tells me you'd like me to set you up with a tattoo on your back." Shiro was dancing behind the man with the girl from behind the counter. "Uhm, that's right" Kuro studied the man's face. He had a cheerful nature, and didn't seem to belong with the surroundings, didn't seem like the kind to drive ink into someone's skin. "Well that's great 'cause this friend of yours is also a friend of mine. I'm Erik by the way, but you can just call me Pain" Erik slapped Kuro's back. Grimmacing, Kuro replied "Heh..."
"Now follow me" Erik led Kuro into the back of the room. Shiro followed behind and he left the girl he was dancing with to do her work.
Erik slipped on a pair of blue latex gloves and proceeded to ask Kuro compulsory questions in which he asks every client. Shiro eased Kuro into the seat where a head rest with a hole greeted his face by way of a cold shock. He was placed so that his back was facing everyone else. "Off with your shirt!" Shiro slapped Kuro's back. He stiffened up and realized just then what he was about to do. "Come on, off with it already!" Shiro yelled eagerly. Shiro decided to pull the shirt off himself. Kuro snapped at him and laughed. He let himself drift back into the chair. "So, what were you thinking?" Erik sat into a swivel seat. "Something really rad, maybe purple" Shiro laughed. "Wait, don't I get a say in this?" Kuro whined. "I'm the one who's going to be looking at it.." Shiro mumbled and shoved his hands into his tight pockets. "I didn't catch that" Kuro said. "It wasn't important" Shiro stumbled. "You know what, I think I'll let Shiro choose it" Kuro said. Shiro's ears jolted with enthusiasm. Erik handed him a book and Shiro smacked the design he thought would best suit Kuro. "It'd better not be stupid or you're going to get it" Kuro threatened. "No, it's great, all crazy-scribbly and such". Kuro didn't respond. Erik proceeded to smear an icy liquid onto Kuro's back, and it set him off balance. His heart started racing, and his head felt light. His legs went numb and his breathe started to pick up. He was in the ambiance of an adrenalin rush.
"You alright?" Shiro asked. He ducked his head under to look at Kuro's expression. Shiro made a kissy face. "Here we go" Erik held the tattoo pen and made it buzz. He pressed the mechanism into Kuro's skin. Kuro groaned at the sudden change of feeling on his back. This excited Shiro. He ran to sit at a chair. "I'm going to outline it in black, and since I%u2019m not using a transferred copy where I usually trace the image on your skin, it'll be a little more unique" Erik continued as he kept pushing the pen to skin. Kuro moaned an ok. Shiro squirmed. "I-I'm going to go out for a smoke" he ran out of the room. "Shiro doesn't...smoke" Kuro grunted.