T&T Fanfiction: Broken Wings (Part 2/5: The Hands the Touched Me)
Characters (full series): Tackey, Tsubasa, Nagase and Kitagawa
Genre (full series): AU, angst, fluff, friendship, romance and light smut
Rating: PG
Summary: When two broken souls are joined together by lies and deceit, can there be salvation within?
Note: For Imai Julia. Story is updated daily.
Part 2/5: The Hands that Touched Me
That night, Takki can't sleep. He thought that since he's alone, he would rest better. Often, nights were spent in mindless sex with a string of starlets and hostesses that his minder sent over.
The drugged up girl from the afternoon's shoot haunted him. And he thought of his mother. When he was just a kid, he caught a glimpse of his mother's lover inject her with drugs before their sex romp. Takada-san, used to be the second-in-command after his father. Because of his foresight, he chose to go into the drug trafficking, which later grew into the third biggest earner for the organisation. With increasing profits, his hunger for power grew and it extended to the boss's women.
Takki's mother was well-aware that there were other women. In order to stay in the payout account, she had him. He was her guarantee of a life of luxury, albeit a lonely one. To escape the waiting night after night for someone who turned up less and less, she turned to Takada-san and his drugs.
Despite his ways and methods, Takada-san was kinder to Takki than his father ever was. He would occasionally buy him toys and bring him to amusement parks. Sometimes, Takki wondered if Takada-san was his real father. But he never got to find out. When Takki was in high school, Takada-san was killed, assassination-style - a bullet to the head. His mother died of a drug overdose soon after. Was his mother's death an accident, suicide or murder? It's another question he would never have an answer to.
.............
'Hola!' Takki greets cheerfully.
Tsubasa eyes him with surprise.
'It's Spanish for "konnichiwa" right?'
'Yes.' Tsubasa answers in his usual cold and curt manner.
'You speak Spanish?' He asks doubtfully.
'No. I'm no good with languages. Or anything really,' Takki laughs self-depreciatingly. He likes how he can be himself with Tsubasa. There's no need to hide his flaws or pretend to be strong. Because Tsubasa isn't an ally, he's an enemy.
For the briefest of moment, Tsubasa senses that Takki, like himself, is hiding something.
'Let's play some golf!' Takki chirps, as he resumes his bright and cheery self. 'With my new customised golf set! Look, it has a soft pink hue! Isn't it pretty?'
Tsubasa turns away and rolls his eyes in disbelief. It's hard to believe that this young man his age, with a pink obsession, is a gangland leader. He looks so innocent that it would hurt to hurt him.
..........
'Maybe I should order him to slice off his fingertip as atonement. You think?' Takki questions dreamily, his body relaxed and submerged in the steamy water
'Nobody does that anymore,' Tsubasa, blissfully soaking away, answers in an equally hazy voice.
'Well, he's beyond disgracefully late.' Takki waves his hand in lazy protest.
'He's an elder after all.' Tsubasa reminds. Sometimes, he feels that he spoilt the younger man. As his bodyguard, he is naturally around him too much. But lately, he seems to have taken upon himself the role of advisor and nanny, cautioning him and keeping him out of trouble.
'Elder or not I'm the boss now!'
Tsubasa listened quietly. This time, he doesn't bother to correct the inflated ego because even Takki knows that it's a blatant lie.
The silence weighs on his conscious and Takki feels a little guilty. After all, as far as he could recall, Kitagawa-san had been a kind and blameless uncle figure, who used to pick him up from school and treat him to ice-cream. In fact, it was Takki who invited him back from Taiwan with the hope of having an ally on his side.
'Let's wait a little more. 'I'll massage you.'
Tsubasa gently splashes water over the thin frame obediently slouching in front of him. Smoothing his hands over Takki's bare back, he could easily sense its tension and unease. For a moment, he felt a glimmer of pity. It was wrong for such a young body to carry so much pain.
'What kind of childhood did he have?' The masseur wondered. 'Was it as carefree as mine?'
Tsubasa was a loner even as a child. He would play alone in the sandpit and make his kindergarten teacher worry. But he was happy. He had everything he needed - his father. His mother had left them for a 'better' life after his father turned to God. To make up for the lack of maternal love, his pastor-father doted on him. He was attentive and loving, yet careful not to spoil his young son too much. Even as a teenager, Tsubasa was often alone. Because of his family background, his peers ostracized him and labelled him a social misfit. Nonetheless, he was still happy. His father was always there for him.
'Takki, are you all right?'
Feeling the body before him suddenly jerk, Tsubasa awakes from his reverie and pulls Takki out from the onsen.
'Is it too hot? You want to go back to the room?' Tsubasa questions as he sits with him, wiping his face dry and stroking his hair.
Takki doesn't answer. He's out of the water but he feels like he's drowning, like being sucked into a whirlpool of dark memories. Feelings and sensations he had tried to forget and lock away are suddenly threatening to bury him.
'What's wrong?'
The stunned man remains stubbornly silent. All it took was a man's hand down his body to trigger off the hidden anguish and desire. How could he tell Tsubasa what he remembered? How could he tell him that every time he has sex there was always someone at the back of his mind? It doesn't matter which starlet or hostess he was cumming in, it was always someone else's hands, lip or mouth he was feeling.
'I'm sorry I'm late, Takki-chan!' Johnny Kitagawa-san hollers as he enters the private open-air onsen, unaware of the commotion inside.
The blurry images are suddenly as clear as day.
Part 1/5: The Kite in the Puppet Show
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