Welcome to Our Romantic Tragedy 2.
Chapter 2.
A man, around the age of nineteen smiled to himself. His light colored hair looked a bit dark when there was no sun, but it gave him a more mature look anyways. At his side was a suitcase and his other side was another man and a woman. Each looked around the same age. The three were talking slightly, but one seemed to be talking on a blue tooth rather than with the people next to him.
"Yes. We need the materials now. Everyone is ready to work so please have the items by today."
He looked up at a small building. The windows were locked up with boards and the door. A few men and woman sat on a bench outside with coffee cups in hand. He could not hear them that well with the blue tooth in, but from the way a tiny white cloud puffed out of each mouth, he could tell they were either talking or just breathing.
"Ah, thank you. We will start with the internal clean up, so come any time today."
He clicked the button on the bottom and greeted the people there for seemingly the first time. Asaka Masanobu is what the little name tag on his brief case said. A few students gave him a wave while others smiled and nodded. Tools and scrap wood lay in a large green dumpster.
"I guess we can take the rest of the plaster and wood out, but we have no where to put it yet!"
"The dumpster is full."
"Other than sitting and talking there is not much to do."
Masanobu sighed and shrugged it off. The team had been working all week so maybe they deserved a break anyways. He took a seat on the table and put down the suit case. There was no need for it now. Just, he hoped that a new dumpster would come today as well. This project was supposed to be easy. But the project was taking longer than it was supposed to. The storm they had for the past week nearly destroyed the poor thing.
"Aw! Hey! It's Wataru!"
"My, he really has grown."
"Heheh… he is still so cute! Just like a high schooler!" Giggled a few of the females.
They waved, which caught Asaka's attention. He looked over to the road and there he was. It had been a long time since he has seen the boy actually; so this was quite a pleasure. As Masanobu finally waved, Wataru waved back and road up the small walk way to the house. He stopped the bike, hopped off and put up the kick stand. Wataru Fujii gestured slightly and smiled. His hair was slightly swept back in an adorable fashion.
"Long time no see." He stated easily.
A few members of the circle grinned at him and waved, in turn, so did he. Asaka stood to his feet and ruffled Wataru's hair gently. This time he stood a good five foot six instead of five foot four from the last time they had seen each other. But it seems that Asaka had grown as well since there was still a good half a foot over him. Asaka snaked his arm around the boys shoulder and led him a bit away from the crowd who just kept on talking anyways.
"It's less than freezing here. Why are you on bike?" He started with, sounding a bit over caring.
Asaka held him by the shoulders and looked down at the boy who just seemed to be looking up at him without much of a care. But his expression was a little joking towards Masanobu for acting so motherly right then. Realizing his caring gestures would get him no where, Asaka let him go and gave him an eying over; good natured of course.
"I haven't seen you in a while… you really have grown though."
"Ahh… well it's not like it is too much since you have as well…"
Wataru had actually come here to see his height against Asaka's now that he has grown, but it blew up in his face. Or rather, a few inches above his face. He laughed a bit to ease the mood which had kind of gotten a bit stale but the laugh turned into a sneeze. A light pink was coloring his nose and his cheeks from the cold. Masanobu just couldn't keep from smiling, but he knew that he shouldn't since Wataru was probably catching a cold of some sort. The boy just rubbed under his nose and looked up with a half smile; the best he could with the sickening feeling in his head.
"I should probably go before I get another head cold. I seem to catch them so easily."
"Why don't I give you a lift? There is no work to be done at the moment so I am free."
Before Wataru could really answer, Asaka had his hand on the small of his back and was pushing him along gently to the back where his car was parked. The snow made a crunching noise under their feet since it had gotten hard over night. The days were waning down to that certain one which he could never even begin to dream of. It wasn't a dream. It would be a fantasy. Though he only had a total of three days to ask his parents.
Asaka opened the passenger door for Fujii and the boy stepped in without much hesitation. But as Asaka got in the other side, scenes kept coming back to him about that time. He had felt so bad for seeing the notes and scribbles from Masanobu's departed lover that he had to comfort the man. But it turned out wrong. He breathed out slowly to calm himself. Asaka knew better now so there was nothing to worry about.
The man turned on the car and waited a moment. Wataru looked up to see why they were not moving, but Asaka pointed at the heater which was still only blowing cool air. That's right, cars had to heat up. They were like humans who always needed warmth. Fujii hugged himself slightly and rubbed his arms to try and keep warm but it didn't really work. Asaka turned to him, and began to speak.
"Are things with Kazuki Yuichi still going well?"
Wow. What an ice breaker. Why would he ask something like that? Wondered Wataru. "Ah, just fine. We… were planning on telling our parents and going public about it since we are both in college. There really isn't a total need to hide it right?" He practically laughed with an awkward tone hitting his breath.
Asaka growled on the inside, but the outsides showed a hint of a good natured smile. He reached over and ruffled Wataru's hair. In response, the one being ruffled whined something about his hair. While the boy was somewhat distracted, he looked down at the boy's hand. Neither was gloved and the knuckles were a sickly white. But on the left hand; on the ring finger was a ring. Not just any ring though. It was Yuichi's ring.
"You know what? I kind of thought you had forgotten me or something since it's been so long since we have spoken."
He leaned in closer and closer each time and poor Wataru just thought of it as a friendly gesture. In the back of his mind he felt something bad might happen. It was barely noticeable, but he did lean back. With the windows tinted and the car in the back, there was no one around. Just now it seemed to dawn on him how serious this was.
"A-Asaka… Why would I forget you…? But…" He tried to stall with words, but Asaka took each chance to push in further until he could reach his hand around the seat.
Wataru barely had anytime to speak sine his breath was stolen, along with his lips. The back of the chair bent down as Asaka pulled the small lever. Fujii threw out multiple murmurs and struggles but kept finding himself breathless and out of air all together. As he gasped for air, Asaka took the chance to infiltrate the open mouth with his own tongue; tasting the desire for more, the desire of something he could never have even if he cried out to the heavens on his knees. Wataru's eye lids seemed to grow heavy with a sense of being tired. A warm hand was placed over his cool, numb left one. The kiss seemed to be so intoxicating, but he was sure to snap out when the door opened abruptly.
Asaka looked up, only half startled. His face gleamed with excitement as Wataru was pulled from the car. A small trail of saliva that didn't belong to him, dripped from his mouth and he was breathing uneasy. Kazuki shot him such a glare that he was sure he might have to keep in mind since it looked like the man wanted revenge. Wataru slumped against his lover and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and it appeared he barely knew what had happened. His head felt light and his heart felt heavy. Such an imbalance would have sent him sobbing in pain on the floor if he hadn't been dragged to his feet until he was taken in a set of arms. They were dangerously cold; cold enough to feel like a gun was snug inside the palm. He looked up only to see that dark glare as Kazuki stared forward. He had never seen anything like it before in this man. All he knew was that Yuichi was not a happy camper.
Wataru and Kazuki were silent. Even now after an hour of being home. Neither knew how to talk to each other but what they didn't know was that each really had something to say. Kazuki downed a can of beer as he sat on the couch. The television was not on, meaning he was thinking about things. It wasn't like him to get wasted after just a few sips anyways. Wataru rubbed the back of his neck as he emerged from the bathroom with a bathrobe on. He could see into the living room and his stomach was doing flip flops. Maybe if he was lucky… no… He needed to talk to Kazuki.
"Ah… Kazu-" He started, but stopped as the man on the couch stood to his feet.
He placed the can on the table. The noise told Wataru that he had barely taken a sip meaning he really wanted to talk. Kazuki walked the few steps towards Wataru with a solemn step. With each foot step, Wataru thought he might die of a heart attack. Thank god his face was red from the temperature in the bathroom. The two didn't meet eyes at first, but Kazuki slipped a finger under Wataru's chin and tilted his head up. The silence unnerved the two, but Yuichi wouldn't crack yet. He never cracked first in anything.
"K-Ka…zu…" He tried to say, but his words choked in his throat.
Yuichi still said nothing and just reached down to take hold of Wataru's left hand. He entwined their fingers, but this time there was now sound of two lovers' rings clattering together. The two looked at the ring less left hand. Kazuki could tell by the way Wataru stared that he didn't mean for it to be off. A thought came into his head. When he touched my hand…
"That… That Bastard." Cursed Kazuki.
He balled his other hand into a fist and slammed it right up against the wall in the hall way. The noise caused Wataru to jump slightly but he wasn't as concerned. That is, until Kazuki looked at him. It was only dusk, so Wataru knew what was going to happen.
"We are going to tell your parents about us… tomorrow."
Wataru's eyes widened and his hands dropped to his sides now that Kazuki let him go. His body felt numb and he could purely say he was terrified. If his parents did not accept then what would become of them was a mystery. It seemed his lover had the same thoughts since his eyes were tender. Wataru walked forward and pressed his body against Yuichi's. The man returned a set of arms to hold the boy gently.
"I know this might seem difficult. But I promise that no matter how they react, I will be with you. There is no way your parents can make me not love you. Same goes for mine. Shohei already has told father and mother about this and I haven't gotten word from my parents yet. But I promise that I will not leave you…"
His words were strong, and no matter how much Wataru wanted to deny it, Kazuki was not just saying this for pity but more for understanding.
"I want to get the ring back then. First thing tomorrow, I will get the ring. In the mean time…" Wataru looked down at Kazuki's left hand and took it in his own. He looked at the small worn out ring and slipped it off. "I don't want to think that maybe he is wearing this. I can't stand to think that maybe someone is even pretending to be with you. I'm greedy and won't let anyone but me be with you."
Kazuki smiled and bent down just as Wataru arched up. Their lips met in a soft kiss. The overlapped and pressed in; taking soft breaths and steals of air from one another. In a matter of moments, Kazuki started backing his lover up to the bedroom door. Still, Wataru held the ring in his hand. It was warm and felt like it had a pulse of its own, but he knew that maybe the other ring, his lover's ring, was being worn. Even if he already told Kazuki that he didn't like the thought of someone else wearing it, deep down, he had a murderous feeling for anyone who did such a thing. His heart was beating so fast from what he thought was the relief that Kazuki did not totally hate him. But inside his head he knew it was not that; it was because he loved this man.
Ever since that time so many years ago, he couldn't help but wonder over and over again what the future would be like but it seems the answer keeps coming back in the same way. The two were meant to be together no matter how many times something went wrong; which happened so many times he had already lost count. Wataru hummed lightly as his back hit the soft comforter of the bed. They wrinkled and withered around him. The queen sized bed they shared still had that new bed squeak and moaned in as much pleasure as they both felt.
The ring fell from his hand onto the navy blue rug below without a sound. A doubled sound of over lapping tongues silenced the room in a soft swirl of feelings. Never would they not be expressed and Wataru knew he would do so. It was a small bite in the pulse on his own wrist for the feelings he felt. Warmth hugged his body, paying close attention to each place that would just up and beg for love. Each time, Yuichi was there with a warm kiss. Eyes closed, and ears listened. Cutting off stares and glares of pain and pleasure. He voiced it, reaching the top of his lungs at some times until he was silenced by warm kisses. It didn't block out gasps of pains which soon turned into sweet tauntings of more and more. The darkness enveloped their bodies before, and it did so again.
Wataru yawned deeply, stretching his arms high above his head. The sun seemed overly bright this morning since there was not a cloud to be seen. It glared at him through the new snow that had fallen over the night. He rubbed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose only to find his nose was not at all happy. The sheets once again felt cool, but the room was stuffy and honestly, it reeked. The smell wasn't that bad…
"It smells like ass in here…" Groaned an unwilling Yuichi.
"Oh I wonder why that would be… Come on, we are not staying in bed all day. It takes three hours to get to my parents' house from here."
Wataru stood up and started to pull at the sheets but Kazuki just kept pulling them over his nude body. With a groan of aggravation, Wataru finally gave up and walked to the closet. Kazuki, wondering why the fight lasted so short whistled teasingly at the sight of a buck naked Fujii trying to reach on the upper shelf in the closet. Even though in times like these Yuichi was the one to just smile and find a cute way to tease, but in times like last night, his true colors came out. Through such blackness, their colors would shine. Wataru's body was Kazuki's sweet and his tongue couldn't get used to the taste. Every time it felt new, but every time he loved it more and more. Wataru just looked back and scowled. He pulled down a set of clothe for the day and an extra pair of pants for now. He slipped the soft fabric up, teasing poor Yuichi with how slow he was taking. He rolled his eyes and stuck a pillow over his head, turning to the side to avoid such an urge. Wataru just smiled to himself and departed into the bathroom to wash up.
The steam swirled around his body and the shower sprayed him with the warm water to cleanse his body. His fingers ran over his shoulders, leaving trails of soap bubbles dripping down his back. Without a need to look he knew that there were marks all over his neck and it would need a good hour to subside to the natural tone of his skin again. Thinking this, he had to smile since he didn't have to think twice about why they were there. Wataru kissed the left hand's ring finger. There was no ring there, but he didn't need it to be able to love Kazuki.
He hummed to himself as he cleaned the mirror of the fog from all the steam in the room. He had opened the window, so it wasn't as hot anymore. The door opened and a figure came in. His smiling face was all that was needed. It was kind of like a wish that he couldn't ignore. Wataru's body was yearning for it still and it seemed to be winning over his thoughts racing through his head.
"Ah… I didn't think you were still in here…" Kazuki said as he turned around to walk out.
"Who said you could leave just yet?" Wataru murmured, not sure if Kazuki could hear him. Wataru really wasn't mad, he was more like playing in order to keep Kazuki here.
Yuichi turned with a soft expression. Even if it clearly sounded like Wataru was only kidding, he knew the real meaning behind the words. He turned to meet Wataru's eyes. The only sound was their hearts beating at the same pace.
Kazuki. I don't know why, but something isn't going to go right. I mean, we are both scared about telling our parents. What mother wants to hear that her son has been having sexual relations with his 'dorm partner' that just so happens to be a guy as well? He would just have to make sure she was not holding the kettle when he said this.
I think it's because I am so afraid of losing you.
Chapter two! Done in like, ten minutes? xD
Nah, just a repost of my old chapters. I have eight more to go, probably will post two a day. c: