Stranger Than Fiction- 2\?-Aoi\Uruha
Chapter 2
Shiroyama is indeed a hard case, Kouyou, or, as he rather prefers, Uruha, thought to himself while dialing his agent’s number. Twenty minutes later Yoichi was there with the spare key to Yuu’s house and apologetic look. Uruha sent him home, saying he can handle it and entered the house.
“Just as I expected” - Uruha smiled, - “the house needs some fresh breeze and a good hand”. He set his bags on the floor and headed straight to the kitchen. Having found nothing to cook breakfast with, Uruha jumped in his car and went to get some groceries. While Yuu was snoring peacefully in his bed, (snoring he was indeed, though nobody ever stayed that much with him to bring the fact to light, so we can’t blame the man, he doesn’t know!) Uruha was making a breakfast, and what a breakfast it was! Eggs and bacon, fresh bread and fresh coffee smelled good enough to wake a dead man. So no surprise that Yuu woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, which he found amusing, as he thought he was still sleeping and it was his dream.
Yuu froze in the doorway, having found a stranger sitting on his chair, reading his newspaper and drinking coffee from his coffee mug! What the hell - Yuu thought. Cute - Uruha thought, finding Yuu’s starry boxers indeed cute. Not that he didn’t find whole Yuu cute. Even more he found him Handsome. Which in Uruha’s Beauty Rating List was one of the highest grades, while Yuu hesitated between his hunger for food and for Uruha’s and Yoichi’s blood (how else could he get into house?). He guessed who his intruder was already, without even taking the 50\50 tip.
And here Yuu stood like an idiot, hesitating between killing Uruha for acting like it’s his house and his kitchen, and swallowing his pride for the sake of enjoying the delicious breakfast Uruha prepared for them.
Eventually his stomach made a decision and he sat at the table, with a sigh, leaving Uruha’s murder for later, but never refusing himself the pleasure of imagining possible ways to kill him. Knock him out and torture him in the basement? Or maybe poisoning his food? Yuu almost snorted at the thought. He was enough of a cook to kill anyone without poison, his cooking was poison itself. Yuu long stopped to offer his guests meals, no matter how impolite it was, he didn’t want to get in jail. Yes, poisoning was a good idea. Enjoyable to watch and graceful to perform, though maybe too womanly, but still he wasn’t a tough guy to cut Uruha into tiny pieces and bury in the woods in black plastic bag. If Yuu were a cannibal, he could eat Uruha, sure they guy was meaty enough to become a decent meal, but then again, Yuu couldn’t cook for shit, and eating raw meat wasn’t one of his habits. Then maybe he could offer the blonde a hot bath and drown him? Nice idea, and not too messy. Though maybe a little too gay…
“Your breakfast is getting cold” - Yuu almost jumped up to the ceiling, snapping out of his daze so suddenly. Uruha’s voice was so low and …seductive?
Yuu didn’t notice it when they first met, not like it was his fault, he was far away in the Dreamland, but indeed this stranger sounds not like a victim. Despite his delicate, almost feminine looks. Could he be a murderer instead then? Yuu was thinking and eating up his meal. Sure, but only in Basic Instinct-like novel. Yuu couldn’t imagine him cutting cute teenage girls into pieces, not even strangling grandmas. But indeed he would look good killing his bed partners with a kitchen knife…
“Aoi, stop daydreaming and eat already! We have a busy day!”- Yuu blushed, catching himself, and shit, he got scolded!!!
“Sorry, mom”- he replied sarcastically. “Wait, what have you called me just now?”- the writer still refused to look directly at Uruha, preferring to stare out of the window, or so it seemed. Uruha’s reflection was there as well.
“Aoi. It’s a flower, a pretty one, you know, nice pink one…”
“I know.” - Yuu interrupted, - “But my name is Yuu and I prefer to be called just that.”
“Nice to meet you, Yuu, I’m Kouyou, but I prefer to be called Uruha, and I prefer to call you Aoi, because it’s a nice name and suits you better than Yuu.”
“Look, Uruha or whatever is your real name, you’re not going to stay here and abuse my privacy. Go find yourself a nice hotel, or whatever, and leave me alone. I’m not going to put up with you here anymore!” - Yuu finally burst out in anger, his stomach echoing his words with a low growl, having happily consumed Uruha’s cooking.
“And I’m not going to seek your permission, honey. My contract says I’m staying with my client, doing whatever is necessary until you get your inspiration back, and anyways, I have a spare key.”- Uruha replied nonchalantly.
“I will not tolerate a stranger in my house!”
“And I’m not a stranger, baby, I am your best friend and confident for the next month, or, considering your unwillingness to cooperate, a few months.”- Yuu’s mouth hung open in shock for a few moments before jumped up and stormed off to his study, locking the door behind himself.
“Hey, wait! We’re doing house chores today!” - Uruha yelled. He indeed never had such a tough case.
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Yuu paced his room nervously for a few hours already, the sounds coming through the door were too irritating. The sounds of someone cleaning up the house. His house. He could almost see Uruha touching his things, taking them in his hands, dusting off and putting them on whatever wrong place he could find. It was unbearable. Maddening sounds reaching his soul, enraging. He could take no more. Yuu opened the door and walked over to a happily whistling Uruha.
“Stop it!!”
“Oh hi Aoi! I thought you never going to come out, now will you be a good boy and help me do the work?”- this got Yuu on the verge of tears, nothing usual worked with this guy. Yelling, rudeness, ignoring, impoliteness, what else could Yuu do? And those stupid nicknames… Aoi? It was music compared to baby, honey and, holy fuck, boy!
Furious as ever in his entire life, Yuu ripped the duster from Uruha’s hands and literally dragged him out to the front door, which he immediately tried to shut. If it wasn’t for Uruha’s fast reflexes. Apparently he wasn’t as feminine as he looked, he possessed a lot of strength. He easily blocked the door and then opened it, pushing Yuu away like a toy. Shutting it behind himself with a loud BANG. He threw the writer against it then, blocking his way with his hands. Uruha was oh so angry. No surprise, Yuu Shiroyama was known for his antisocial behavior and short temper. But nothing like that gave him an excuse to throw Uruha out like a bag of bones, when he just was trying to help him like he helped many others.
“What the hell are you doing??!!!” - Uruha yelled in Yuu’s face, his nostrils flaring, chest heaving and eyes glowing with anger and defiance.
“You’re acting like a spoiled little brat!!!”- his voice echoing loudly in the otherwise silent room, emphasizing his last words.
Uruha caught himself and sighed- “Look Aoi, I’m sorry, I know it’s not easy…”- he stopped in mid-sentence, when his eyes met Aoi’s ones, full of fear. Those big black eyes, somehow reminding him of horse’s eyes now were wide in terror and glistering with tears.
Uruha lowered his hands trying to find words when Aoi turned away and whispered almost inaudibly -“Please, just… leave.” He backed away to his study never caring to take a second glance at a shocked Uruha.
“Aoi, please, don’t go, I’m sorry…”
“Please!”- Aoi cried, his voice breaking, like had no more strength inside. His study room door slammed shut, leaving Uruha gaping like a fish thrown out on the shore.
A weak wail behind the door.
A sob. Another sob.
Uruha was lost.
In his whole life he never faced anything similar to this.
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“Aoi?” - Uruha knocked on the door and strained his ears to make out whatever sounds were behind it. It was evening already. He knocked again and called Aoi. Nothing. Not an answer, not any noise. Just silence. Fear found its way into Uruha, freezing his insides, images of countless possibilities what could happen to Aoi presented themselves inside his head.
“Aoi? Say something, anything, please?”- he begged desperately knocking harder now. He grabbed the doorknob and the door, to his surprise, cracked open. Aoi forgot to lock it - he thought. He stepped inside, into darkness of the room, carefully, trying to figure out Aoi’s location. There he was, after a couple of minutes Uruha inwardly exclaimed. Thought it was a heartbreaking sight. A famous writer, the icon of millions, a person some modern authors are looking up to. A person even the critics can’t go severe upon.
There Aoi was, near the bookcase, his back pressed to the wall, his eyes unfocused, directed to the window opened wide. Uruha neared the dark haired man.
“Aoi”- he said quietly, not wanting to startle the other man.
“What?” - Aoi replied, unmoving.
“The washer, it’s …broken.”- Uruha paused.
“I didn’t know it worked still. It’s been a few years since I used it last.”
“I’ll call the maintenance then if you tell me where I can get the number. Do you need anything?” - another awkward pause. “Look, Aoi, I’m sorry I got so angry, I know it’s hard for you and I promise you to never upset you again, okay?” - Uruha wanted to add something, but suddenly the room filled with bright light from a car passing by and Uruha could see the whole picture.
Aoi’s red, irritated eyes. The knife sitting near his leg. And blood.
Uruha cried out in utter shock and ran to the kitchen to get bandages and antiseptic. He switched the lights on on his way back and put his things on the floor.
“Aoi-chan?”- he called - “May I see your arms please? I’ll just clean them so you won’t get an infection, okay? Aoi didn’t even flinch when the blonde took his hands and started wiping the blood from the cuts.
“Why are you crying?” - Aoi finally spoke up when Uruha was finishing bandaging his other arm.
Uruha sniffed and wiped his face with his free hand.- “It’s nothing, let’s go make you comfy on the bed and then I’ll go deal with the crazy washer.”- he stood up carefully pulling Aoi with him. Passing through the hallway the blonde cursed out loud, seeing foamy water coming through the bathroom door and already reaching the living room entrance, making Aoi giggle at that.
“If I knew you were going to clean the house literally I’d have tied you up beforehand.” -Uruha was speechless at the brunette’s sudden mood change, though Aoi looked pale and weak still, so he took the man to the bedroom and helped him get comfortable. Surprisingly facing no resistance from Aoi whatsoever. While he was out in the kitchen, making herbal tea for his ‘patient’ to get better sooner, the writer fell into peaceful sleep.
“It’s time to clean the mess” - Uruha sighed to himself entering the bathroom.
---TBC----
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Shiroyama is indeed a hard case, Kouyou, or, as he rather prefers, Uruha, thought to himself while dialing his agent’s number. Twenty minutes later Yoichi was there with the spare key to Yuu’s house and apologetic look. Uruha sent him home, saying he can handle it and entered the house.
“Just as I expected” - Uruha smiled, - “the house needs some fresh breeze and a good hand”. He set his bags on the floor and headed straight to the kitchen. Having found nothing to cook breakfast with, Uruha jumped in his car and went to get some groceries. While Yuu was snoring peacefully in his bed, (snoring he was indeed, though nobody ever stayed that much with him to bring the fact to light, so we can’t blame the man, he doesn’t know!) Uruha was making a breakfast, and what a breakfast it was! Eggs and bacon, fresh bread and fresh coffee smelled good enough to wake a dead man. So no surprise that Yuu woke up to the smell of fresh coffee, which he found amusing, as he thought he was still sleeping and it was his dream.
Yuu froze in the doorway, having found a stranger sitting on his chair, reading his newspaper and drinking coffee from his coffee mug! What the hell - Yuu thought. Cute - Uruha thought, finding Yuu’s starry boxers indeed cute. Not that he didn’t find whole Yuu cute. Even more he found him Handsome. Which in Uruha’s Beauty Rating List was one of the highest grades, while Yuu hesitated between his hunger for food and for Uruha’s and Yoichi’s blood (how else could he get into house?). He guessed who his intruder was already, without even taking the 50\50 tip.
And here Yuu stood like an idiot, hesitating between killing Uruha for acting like it’s his house and his kitchen, and swallowing his pride for the sake of enjoying the delicious breakfast Uruha prepared for them.
Eventually his stomach made a decision and he sat at the table, with a sigh, leaving Uruha’s murder for later, but never refusing himself the pleasure of imagining possible ways to kill him. Knock him out and torture him in the basement? Or maybe poisoning his food? Yuu almost snorted at the thought. He was enough of a cook to kill anyone without poison, his cooking was poison itself. Yuu long stopped to offer his guests meals, no matter how impolite it was, he didn’t want to get in jail. Yes, poisoning was a good idea. Enjoyable to watch and graceful to perform, though maybe too womanly, but still he wasn’t a tough guy to cut Uruha into tiny pieces and bury in the woods in black plastic bag. If Yuu were a cannibal, he could eat Uruha, sure they guy was meaty enough to become a decent meal, but then again, Yuu couldn’t cook for shit, and eating raw meat wasn’t one of his habits. Then maybe he could offer the blonde a hot bath and drown him? Nice idea, and not too messy. Though maybe a little too gay…
“Your breakfast is getting cold” - Yuu almost jumped up to the ceiling, snapping out of his daze so suddenly. Uruha’s voice was so low and …seductive?
Yuu didn’t notice it when they first met, not like it was his fault, he was far away in the Dreamland, but indeed this stranger sounds not like a victim. Despite his delicate, almost feminine looks. Could he be a murderer instead then? Yuu was thinking and eating up his meal. Sure, but only in Basic Instinct-like novel. Yuu couldn’t imagine him cutting cute teenage girls into pieces, not even strangling grandmas. But indeed he would look good killing his bed partners with a kitchen knife…
“Aoi, stop daydreaming and eat already! We have a busy day!”- Yuu blushed, catching himself, and shit, he got scolded!!!
“Sorry, mom”- he replied sarcastically. “Wait, what have you called me just now?”- the writer still refused to look directly at Uruha, preferring to stare out of the window, or so it seemed. Uruha’s reflection was there as well.
“Aoi. It’s a flower, a pretty one, you know, nice pink one…”
“I know.” - Yuu interrupted, - “But my name is Yuu and I prefer to be called just that.”
“Nice to meet you, Yuu, I’m Kouyou, but I prefer to be called Uruha, and I prefer to call you Aoi, because it’s a nice name and suits you better than Yuu.”
“Look, Uruha or whatever is your real name, you’re not going to stay here and abuse my privacy. Go find yourself a nice hotel, or whatever, and leave me alone. I’m not going to put up with you here anymore!” - Yuu finally burst out in anger, his stomach echoing his words with a low growl, having happily consumed Uruha’s cooking.
“And I’m not going to seek your permission, honey. My contract says I’m staying with my client, doing whatever is necessary until you get your inspiration back, and anyways, I have a spare key.”- Uruha replied nonchalantly.
“I will not tolerate a stranger in my house!”
“And I’m not a stranger, baby, I am your best friend and confident for the next month, or, considering your unwillingness to cooperate, a few months.”- Yuu’s mouth hung open in shock for a few moments before jumped up and stormed off to his study, locking the door behind himself.
“Hey, wait! We’re doing house chores today!” - Uruha yelled. He indeed never had such a tough case.
---
Yuu paced his room nervously for a few hours already, the sounds coming through the door were too irritating. The sounds of someone cleaning up the house. His house. He could almost see Uruha touching his things, taking them in his hands, dusting off and putting them on whatever wrong place he could find. It was unbearable. Maddening sounds reaching his soul, enraging. He could take no more. Yuu opened the door and walked over to a happily whistling Uruha.
“Stop it!!”
“Oh hi Aoi! I thought you never going to come out, now will you be a good boy and help me do the work?”- this got Yuu on the verge of tears, nothing usual worked with this guy. Yelling, rudeness, ignoring, impoliteness, what else could Yuu do? And those stupid nicknames… Aoi? It was music compared to baby, honey and, holy fuck, boy!
Furious as ever in his entire life, Yuu ripped the duster from Uruha’s hands and literally dragged him out to the front door, which he immediately tried to shut. If it wasn’t for Uruha’s fast reflexes. Apparently he wasn’t as feminine as he looked, he possessed a lot of strength. He easily blocked the door and then opened it, pushing Yuu away like a toy. Shutting it behind himself with a loud BANG. He threw the writer against it then, blocking his way with his hands. Uruha was oh so angry. No surprise, Yuu Shiroyama was known for his antisocial behavior and short temper. But nothing like that gave him an excuse to throw Uruha out like a bag of bones, when he just was trying to help him like he helped many others.
“What the hell are you doing??!!!” - Uruha yelled in Yuu’s face, his nostrils flaring, chest heaving and eyes glowing with anger and defiance.
“You’re acting like a spoiled little brat!!!”- his voice echoing loudly in the otherwise silent room, emphasizing his last words.
Uruha caught himself and sighed- “Look Aoi, I’m sorry, I know it’s not easy…”- he stopped in mid-sentence, when his eyes met Aoi’s ones, full of fear. Those big black eyes, somehow reminding him of horse’s eyes now were wide in terror and glistering with tears.
Uruha lowered his hands trying to find words when Aoi turned away and whispered almost inaudibly -“Please, just… leave.” He backed away to his study never caring to take a second glance at a shocked Uruha.
“Aoi, please, don’t go, I’m sorry…”
“Please!”- Aoi cried, his voice breaking, like had no more strength inside. His study room door slammed shut, leaving Uruha gaping like a fish thrown out on the shore.
A weak wail behind the door.
A sob. Another sob.
Uruha was lost.
In his whole life he never faced anything similar to this.
---
“Aoi?” - Uruha knocked on the door and strained his ears to make out whatever sounds were behind it. It was evening already. He knocked again and called Aoi. Nothing. Not an answer, not any noise. Just silence. Fear found its way into Uruha, freezing his insides, images of countless possibilities what could happen to Aoi presented themselves inside his head.
“Aoi? Say something, anything, please?”- he begged desperately knocking harder now. He grabbed the doorknob and the door, to his surprise, cracked open. Aoi forgot to lock it - he thought. He stepped inside, into darkness of the room, carefully, trying to figure out Aoi’s location. There he was, after a couple of minutes Uruha inwardly exclaimed. Thought it was a heartbreaking sight. A famous writer, the icon of millions, a person some modern authors are looking up to. A person even the critics can’t go severe upon.
There Aoi was, near the bookcase, his back pressed to the wall, his eyes unfocused, directed to the window opened wide. Uruha neared the dark haired man.
“Aoi”- he said quietly, not wanting to startle the other man.
“What?” - Aoi replied, unmoving.
“The washer, it’s …broken.”- Uruha paused.
“I didn’t know it worked still. It’s been a few years since I used it last.”
“I’ll call the maintenance then if you tell me where I can get the number. Do you need anything?” - another awkward pause. “Look, Aoi, I’m sorry I got so angry, I know it’s hard for you and I promise you to never upset you again, okay?” - Uruha wanted to add something, but suddenly the room filled with bright light from a car passing by and Uruha could see the whole picture.
Aoi’s red, irritated eyes. The knife sitting near his leg. And blood.
Uruha cried out in utter shock and ran to the kitchen to get bandages and antiseptic. He switched the lights on on his way back and put his things on the floor.
“Aoi-chan?”- he called - “May I see your arms please? I’ll just clean them so you won’t get an infection, okay? Aoi didn’t even flinch when the blonde took his hands and started wiping the blood from the cuts.
“Why are you crying?” - Aoi finally spoke up when Uruha was finishing bandaging his other arm.
Uruha sniffed and wiped his face with his free hand.- “It’s nothing, let’s go make you comfy on the bed and then I’ll go deal with the crazy washer.”- he stood up carefully pulling Aoi with him. Passing through the hallway the blonde cursed out loud, seeing foamy water coming through the bathroom door and already reaching the living room entrance, making Aoi giggle at that.
“If I knew you were going to clean the house literally I’d have tied you up beforehand.” -Uruha was speechless at the brunette’s sudden mood change, though Aoi looked pale and weak still, so he took the man to the bedroom and helped him get comfortable. Surprisingly facing no resistance from Aoi whatsoever. While he was out in the kitchen, making herbal tea for his ‘patient’ to get better sooner, the writer fell into peaceful sleep.
“It’s time to clean the mess” - Uruha sighed to himself entering the bathroom.
---TBC----
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