The Devil has Blue Eyes

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Chapter 6 - Festive Coconuts
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A/N: Wot wot wot? Another update so soon! Yessirree Bob!

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Phil drove them to the party in some souped up old sports car, making it necessary for him and Amber to cram into the back seat. I hate small cars. Keiichi wished he had a gun to shoot himself as Phil blathered on and on about cylinders and engines. Keiichi thought cars were almost as boring as sports.

Every once in a while Amanda would chime in with some insipid comment like, "Oh, is that, like, the thing that makes the car run?" Amber's eyes were half closed. They had bored her into a coma.

When they finally got to John's house her mood lifted considerably. His house was more toward Mark's part of town and the place was nicely secluded from nosey neighbors who might think of calling the cops.

Keiichi's mood on the other hand, was not so good. He had on his burgundy silk dress shirt (a Christmas present from momma Takahashi) and black pants. Amber had said that he was ready to kill the ladies. He was finally at the age where he was mostly out of his awkward phase and chicks considered him hot and all he could do was think about a dude. Life was so not fair.

He glanced around the dimly lit house as they entered through the unlocked door. "Hey, i don't see any chicks in coconuts . . ."

Theresa, the slightly pudgy girl from their English class, greeted them. "Hey guys, make yourselves at home, chips and dip are on the table." Her eyes went wide and her lips pursed in a suppressed smile as she spied Amber's closed, tan trench coat. "Oh, God! I hope you're not half naked under that thing, we decided not to have a luau after all. Oh my God guys, Amber didn't hear that we changed it from a luau!" she said loudly to her nearby girlfriends, who all snickered, their eyes catty.

Oh boy, it's on now. Keiichi kicked off his shoes into the pile of fellow partygoer's shoes under the coffee table and flopped down on the couch and helped himself to the giant bag of Ruffles, making sure he was well out of the line of fire.

Amber then said, just as loudly, "Oh, geeze, I mustn't have got the memo. And me, here, looking ridiculous in my DD coconuts." She shucked off her coat. The instant she did, every guy in the room stopped talking and looked at her. Then they started to flock.

"Oh, hey, cool!"

"Wow, I love the whole Hawaii thing!"

"I'm glad at least someone decided to wear coconuts . . . "

The smiles froze on the other girl's faces as they were lost in the sea of admirers. Keiichi continued to load potato chips with onion dip and stuff his face. Phil and the fluffy haired blond Amanda took a seat next to him on the couch and cuddled, making Keiichi feel third wheelish and uncomfortable. He decided he'd better go look for alcohol, he was never any good at these things before he had a couple.

He followed the trail of people with beer bottles and red plastic cups. They led him to a sort of kitcheny area. Oh my God, John's house has a bar! He sat down on one of the leathery stools.

Jack was behind the bar, playing bartender. "You made it! Better order something strong to get the party started. Whatchyou want?"

"Can you make me a Mai Tai?"

Jack looked at him. "What's with you always getting these bitch drinks?"

"It's strong."

"It's a fruity bitch drink. It's made strong to get the bitches drunk so you can screw them."

"Yeah, whatever. Just pour me a drink, will you?"

Keiichi turned his attention to the other party guests as Jack got out the rum and the triple sec. There couldn't have been more than twenty people there all together, it was still very early. He spied Natalie, Jack's date. She had long, curly black hair and full, luscious lips. Keiichi had gone out with her for a whole week when they'd been ten years old. They'd attended public school together. Wasn't Marcus going out with her at the beginning of the school year? If he had kissed Natalie and Natalie had kissed Mark, did that mean that they had on some weird level, mutually kissed? Eww, like I'd ever want to kiss that freak! But he couldn't get the mental image of Mark kissing Natalie out of his head. He couldn't understand why he was getting so worked up about it. I'm probably just angry that he had his hands on her. Hands that had entered inside of him and stroked his throbbing cock, causing it to tremble. Shit Just who exactly was he mad at? I'm mad at that asshole for doing this to me!

Jack handed him a Mai Tai and a shot of something. "What's the shot for?"

"Don't be a bitch, just drink it." Jack's blue eyes twinkled with mischief.

Keiichi downed the shot of whatever it was. He probably just wants to get me drunk so I'll make another spectacle of myself, he thought as he tried not to cough. He chased it with a couple of big swigs of Mai Tai, which wasn't much better.

One of the guys in the next room shouted, "Will someone change this music? This c.d. is so old and overplayed I'm sick of listening to it." The music changed to some other nondescript techno crap.

"That c.d.'s a classic," Keiichi mumbled before tossing back the rest of his Mai Tai.

Jack's hand slapped the table. "What'll you have next?"

"Mm . . . Margarita! Blended."

"Aw, come on, man!" Jack protested as he reached under the bar for the Margarita mix. When he was done, he set it in front of him with another shot.

Keiichi downed it and then took a swig of Margarita to get the taste out of his mouth. "Hey, that shot tasted like licorice!"**** He squeaked out, clearing his throat. "I said blended you bitch!"

Someone came up to him from behind. Skinny, girly arms wrapped around his waist. What the -

"Guess who?" an equally girly voice chirped. Sydney?

He turned around. It was Sydney. Since when did Sydney Walnack even talk to him little less hug him? "Sydney, hey." He couldn't come up with anything better. In his mind he was thinking, If she's here, does that mean Marcus is here too?

"I thought that maybe we could dance?" Sydney smiled felicitously, sounding as if she was already quite a bit drunk. He nodded and the dyed blond beamed and took his hand. Keiichi now noticed she had hardly any eyebrows and what was left of them was done up in brown pencil. She was very pretty, in a sort of superficial way. He had often thought of himself as attracted to her, but was now having second thoughts. Was Mark actually attracted to that kind of superficial, plastic girl?

He realized he had a good buzz going on as she led him to where two other couples were dancing. He'd never been to a party where there was dancing before. Is that what kids cooler than him did at parties? What if he looked lame? Lucky for him he and Amber had started hitting the club scene as soon as they both turned eighteen. The music was heavy techno and it was easy to catch the beat, but he wasn't too used to dancing with girls other than Amber and Sydney was dancing awful close.

He felt himself becoming more buzzed as he started to move. What's my problem, I'm dancing with a hot chick and I should be having a good time. He forced himself to stop thinking of other things and concentrate on dancing, something he actually kind of liked. The music began to evaporate all other thoughts. Sydney was a really good dancer and it was fun having a new partner for a change.

It felt like they had been dancing forever when he saw Mark hovering around the entrance to the dimly lit room, watching them intently, his eyes a mask of all emotion. Is he watching me or her? He closed his eyes and tried to shut him out completely, but his heartbeat still gained speed rapidly. His suspicions of being watched increased and he became self conscious about the way he was dancing, his steps began to stiffen. He's still watching me, I know it. He opened his eyes, but Mark had gone, leaving no traces that he had even been there, as if he'd been just a figment of Keiichi's fevered imagination. His pulse was beating too rapidly now, and he nearly had heart failure when Sydney shoved her bottom against his groin and started freaking him.

I've got to sit down, he thought . But he had to stay cool or else Sydney might spread it around the school that he was a prude fag-boy who couldn't stomach dancing erotically. But then she really started rubbing her ass into his crotch and he felt way more uncomfortable than aroused.

"Uh, Sydney," he said, backing off her a little, "I need to go sit down. I'm starting to overheat here."

Sydney smiled and tried not to look hurt. "Okay, I'm gonna keep on dancing." But he knew that she knew that he'd been uncomfortable with the fact that she had just been girl-humping him.

He sat down at the barstool he'd been at earlier and drank the rest of his Margarita. He gasped for air after gulping it down. Hmm, that's funny. I must have had more left than I'd thought. Jack had left the bar and was now dancing with Natalie. He'd never really liked Jack, even though they were considered kind of friends. Jack had reddish brown hair that girls adored. But the girls never seemed to stick around after getting to know Jack, and in actuality, most girls at the school surreptitiously avoided him. Natalie was nice, and Keiichi felt kind of protective towards her. He hoped that the way Jack talked about women was just that, talk.

No one was talking to him and he began to get lonely. He decided to go get Amber. She always abandons me at these things, he thought sulkily. It turned out she was still in the main room, crowded by a group of admirers. Theresa and some girls were still there, giving her dirty looks and probably talking about her behind her back.

He heard Theresa say kind of loudly, "Yeah, we were all going to wear Hawaiian outfits too, but we decided they were way too slutty."

Amber, who had obviously been within earshot, just as loudly answered back, "Well it's a good thing. You wouldn't have been able to anyway. Party-Fave-O-Rama only had children's sized grass skirts."

Amber: 2, Tubby Theresa: 0.

Theresa's face reddened and she stood there, everyone just kind of ignoring her, her skinny friends embarrassed for her. A few of them could not hide a smirk.

Phil tumbled down the stairs. "Keiichi! Get over here! You've gotta come look at this!"

Keiichi followed him up the stairs, where a bunch of people were crowded into a bedroom. There was a flat screen television on one wall where everyone had their attention turned. There was a collection of assorted alcohol bottles in the middle of the room on the floor and there seemed to be no one without a drink in their hands. Then he noticed what was on the television. Oh, shit!

Keiichi was on the large screen with a video game microphone in his hand. "Did I ever tell yooo your my heeeeerrrooooo! You're everything III could ne-ver b-heheeeeee!"

"Oh, shit!" Keiichi said, laughing. "Holy fucking shit!"

Everyone else was laughing too. They went hysterical when he passed suddenly passed out, spilling a fruity red drink all over the floor. One strain of laughter in particular caught his ear. He looked away from the spectacle to see Mark looking at him, a smile on his lips, his eyelids crinkled at the sides as he laughed. Keiichi's laughter died in his throat. Mark's demeanor changed and he looked the other way. The way he looked at me . . . like he loved me or something . . . Keiichi started to feel very strange. He sat down on the floor next to Phil and Amanda. The tape went on to show Phil in the bathroom vomiting.

"Oh, man!" Phil said, covering the side of his face with his hand, "I can't believe you got that!"

Keiichi sat there and watched the tape for a while, but it began to get really hot. He felt unable to stay still and wanted to go downstairs. Maybe music would make him feel better. He got up to do just that, but he stumbled a little. Phil turned his way, "You okay, man?"

"Yeah, just fine." Phil nodded and continued watching the dvd. Keiichi made his way downstairs, feeling strange.

Amber was still surrounded by admires. Keiichi didn't really feel like competing for her attention, which was another reason they usually secluded themselves at lunch. He sat back down at the same barstool he'd been at. The heavy dance music they were playing really started to get to him, like somebody had turned the volume up, and the speaker was in his head. I must be too drunk . . . but I only had four drinks, I usually do better than that. He loosened a couple of his buttons to avoid the sudden hot flash he was feeling.

After sitting there and listening to the music for a while, Keiichi got the urge to feel the cool floor against his back. So he got off the stool and laid down on the floor, knees bent. Jack came over to him and said above the music, "You alright man?" For the first time, Keiichi noticed that Jack's eyes were blue and creepy like Mark's, but at the moment he felt that Jack's eyes were far more sinister.

"I, God. I feel very strange."

John looked at him with an expression that seemed as if he'd just shit a brick. "Holy shit, sit up for a second."

Keiichi sat up, kind of alarmed. Jack squatted and took hold of Keiichi's face by the chin and looked deeply into his eyes, searching. "Shit, your eyes are already black, its too hard for me to tell in this light."

Keiichi had been rubbing his fingers against his palms for the last several minutes. The sensation was really starting to delight him. "How come my hands feel so soft?"

Jack swore. "Aw, shit man! Are you kidding me, you drank the wrong Margarita!"

"No I didn't." Keiichi was incoherent and he really couldn't understand what was going on. The carpet felt very soft beneath his fingers, and he continued to stroke it.

"Shit man, I think there was ecstasy in your drink!"

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A/N: Ecstasy? How cliché! But also how irresistible a scenario. Was it Mark that put it in his drink? . . . . . Or was it somebody else? Does this mean the next chapter will contain a steamy sex scene? Why exactly does Keiichi always call Mark "Marcus?" Find the answers to these questions and more next chapter!

Review of Reviews: The review of reviews has temporarily discontinued. The author is having some painful physical problems right now and this section will be continued when she is better able to cope with reality. But the reviews are much appreciated and I read and think about each and every single one.

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