A series of you and me [CHAPTER 13]
Title: A series of you and me
Chapters: 13/?
Genre: Angst. Romance. Smut.
Warnings: Angst. Cursing.
Ratings: PG-13
Pairings: AoixUruha (others?)
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: Kouyou finds his life ruled by the glimpses of him he can see.
He sniffled and wiped his tears away, ashamed while Akira was knocking on the door of the salon's toilets. It was empty inside, even Asanuma had left a while ago. Everything was clean, at the right place.
- Taka...You know it wasn't really against you. I can tell somehow, even when I don't know him that much. He's so impetuous...Hm well, I'm not trying to defend him, no, I mean he's been a real jerk to you but I can't put all the blame on him, you understand? Oh wait, not that I put it on you either. I guess it wasn't just his day. And maybe this little trip to his hometown did absolutely no good...Ah fuck, it feels like we have to make things up with him all over again. Like all our efforts are screwed and the bad Kouyou is back. God this guy is a pity. I mean, why on earth would he be that horrible to his friends? He's got no one but us! It's such a shame. Sometimes I want to get inside his head and know how he feels, maybe it wouldn't be this complicated.
A small silence.
- Taka, now come out of here I feel stupid for talking to a door. Just open and face things. Hiding there isn't going to make things better...Let's go somewhere to relax, to focus on something else. Don't make yourself sick because of Kouyou's selfishness.
The door made a little sound, and finally Takanori's face appeared. He had cried, obviously but the tears were now dry and he gasped of surprise when Akira pulled him against his chest for a little hug.
- Ah but Kouyou snaps at us all the time...
- I should go and kick his ass!
Akira laughed.
- I guess we can be a little distant and cold from now. He deserves it after all.
Takanori shook his head vehemently:
- I don't want to give him up. No one should ever feel this way, like no one cares at all. It's horrible 'Kira. He needs us, even if he hurt us, he needs us and keeps denying it. But it's because he's too ashamed to ask for help. Because he's always learnt to cope with his life all alone.
Akira seemed thoughtful and finally nodded.
- Well, if there's one of us who can show him he's mad, it can't be you right? Kouyou needs to learn that he can't just throw words around like they're nothing. So, don't count on me to support him from now. The whole world around isn't as considerate as you are.
The hairdresser knew that his friend was right but he couldn't just abandon Kouyou like he didn't matter. He was afraid, deep down, that his friend might give up on everything around him. He could get extremely impulsive when life seemed to be too harsh on him.
Takanori vaguely answered that they should leave the salon already and go for movies at his place with pizzas and Akira didn't bother to talk more about Kouyou's case. They had decided anyway.
He needed both a friend and an enemy.
When Kouyou got home after his shift, he noticed the red button of his answering machine was flashing on and off. Five messages, all from his mother.
When she called again few minutes later, he took the call, sat on his couch with a glass of red wine.
- Kou-chan? Kou-chan?
- What do you want?
- Won't you come again...?
- I'm not your son. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.
She sobbed. And Kouyou was near throwing his glass away. There was a huge amount of feeling inside torturing him. It was driving him mad.
- I'm seeing a therapist you know...
She sniffled, unable to make long sentences.
- Good for you.
He ended the call. And ignored the constant ringing until suddenly it became quiet.
Instead, he left his appartment to wander in the streets at night. The moon was on its hidden cycle and Kouyou only vaguely stared at the stars, sat on a bench in a park. It could be dangerous. He didn't care. He stayed there and in the end he hesitated.
Should I go drink my fucking life away?
He stopped in front of the Black Moral, realizing he didn't have any mask on him. He jolted from surprise when a hand could be felt on his shoulder and turned around, surprised.
- Kou-chan baby...
His mouth was suddenly dry.
- Masato...
The other smiled.
- What are you doing here, showing your pretty face around?
Kouyou put his hand in front of his nose and realized the man could see his entire face for the first time since they met each other.
- Just...Having a walk.
- You seem lost.
- No I...
Masato took his hand and removed his own mask to reveal who he was. Kouyou didn't find him ugly. Masato had gorgeous features, it was a fact.
- We can avoid society life tonight, what do you think? A drink at my place, between friends?
Kouyou pursed his lips together and finally nodded.
Masato's home was filled with classy furnitures, noble fabrics, an expensive feel that Kouyou, somehow, appreciated. He shifted uncomfortably in the red leather of Masato's couch when this one came back with a bottle of whiskey. He showed it triumphantly:
- An old scottish one, actually the best for me!
Kouyou smiled, trying to get at ease. But everytime he would recall the last time at the Black Moral and how unfair it was to be here when Yuu had...
Saved me.
But there was something in Masato that was appealing. The bad side certainly.
- Where have you been?
Masato poured the honey coloured liquid in Kouyou's glass who instantly took it from the small coffee table.
- Here and there.
Masato laughed:
- Come on Kou-chan, play fair! I haven't seen you in almost two weeks.
- Went back in my hometown.
- Was it nice to go back there?
- Not really.
- And now how do you feel?
Kouyou took a sip of whiskey, looked at the carpet.
- Like I don't belong anywhere.
Masato came closer, his hand reaching for Kouyou's thigh.
- Isn't it better ? You're free Kou-chan. You can do anything you want without anything to prevent you from doing it. Liberty is the best feeling in the world.
"Those who love one another for utility love the other not in himself, but only in so far as they will obtain some good for themselves from him."
- Do you know Aristotle?
Masato laughed:
- Who?
He kissed him. Kouyou let him take his lips and suck on them avidly, until the other parted for air:
- Aristotle...A Greek philosopher.
Masato tried to understand where Kouyou wanted to go with this wandering of his mind. His hand began to rub through the fabric, slowly reaching for...
- And?
Kouyou's hand stopped it.
- You see, that's the problem with you. You don't acknowledge that I think, and right now, I don't think I want to have sex with you. Like I didn't want to back then when you tried to fuck me at the Black Moral. You don't consider my feelings. You just want to empty your balls. And you don't even know Aristotle! How far did you go at school?
Masato at first was dumbfounded and soon laughed until he realized Kouyou was being serious. A bit too serious.
- The fuck is going on Kou-chan?
Kouyou put his glass of whiskey on the coffee table and stood up, glaring at him.
- Don't call me so casually! It's my mother who calls me like this! You can go fuck yourself with your hand!
Kouyou put back his shoes and slammed the door violently behind him, quickly getting away from this man. In the street, he calmed down and let the tears fall.
It had been a tough day. And it wasn't over yet.
He took the way of Takanori's appartment.
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Chapter 14 is currently being written (and might be longer than this one haha)~ for you to know, I'm trying so hard to finish two of my long chaptered stories that a lot of you like and it's damn difficult. I think it's because I don't want to end them...And it gives me a hecka writer's block -___- But but, I'm going to try my very best until my holidays are over so I can focus on my exams^^
Hope you enjoy this meanwhile :)
Chapters: 13/?
Genre: Angst. Romance. Smut.
Warnings: Angst. Cursing.
Ratings: PG-13
Pairings: AoixUruha (others?)
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: Kouyou finds his life ruled by the glimpses of him he can see.
He sniffled and wiped his tears away, ashamed while Akira was knocking on the door of the salon's toilets. It was empty inside, even Asanuma had left a while ago. Everything was clean, at the right place.
- Taka...You know it wasn't really against you. I can tell somehow, even when I don't know him that much. He's so impetuous...Hm well, I'm not trying to defend him, no, I mean he's been a real jerk to you but I can't put all the blame on him, you understand? Oh wait, not that I put it on you either. I guess it wasn't just his day. And maybe this little trip to his hometown did absolutely no good...Ah fuck, it feels like we have to make things up with him all over again. Like all our efforts are screwed and the bad Kouyou is back. God this guy is a pity. I mean, why on earth would he be that horrible to his friends? He's got no one but us! It's such a shame. Sometimes I want to get inside his head and know how he feels, maybe it wouldn't be this complicated.
A small silence.
- Taka, now come out of here I feel stupid for talking to a door. Just open and face things. Hiding there isn't going to make things better...Let's go somewhere to relax, to focus on something else. Don't make yourself sick because of Kouyou's selfishness.
The door made a little sound, and finally Takanori's face appeared. He had cried, obviously but the tears were now dry and he gasped of surprise when Akira pulled him against his chest for a little hug.
- Ah but Kouyou snaps at us all the time...
- I should go and kick his ass!
Akira laughed.
- I guess we can be a little distant and cold from now. He deserves it after all.
Takanori shook his head vehemently:
- I don't want to give him up. No one should ever feel this way, like no one cares at all. It's horrible 'Kira. He needs us, even if he hurt us, he needs us and keeps denying it. But it's because he's too ashamed to ask for help. Because he's always learnt to cope with his life all alone.
Akira seemed thoughtful and finally nodded.
- Well, if there's one of us who can show him he's mad, it can't be you right? Kouyou needs to learn that he can't just throw words around like they're nothing. So, don't count on me to support him from now. The whole world around isn't as considerate as you are.
The hairdresser knew that his friend was right but he couldn't just abandon Kouyou like he didn't matter. He was afraid, deep down, that his friend might give up on everything around him. He could get extremely impulsive when life seemed to be too harsh on him.
Takanori vaguely answered that they should leave the salon already and go for movies at his place with pizzas and Akira didn't bother to talk more about Kouyou's case. They had decided anyway.
He needed both a friend and an enemy.
When Kouyou got home after his shift, he noticed the red button of his answering machine was flashing on and off. Five messages, all from his mother.
When she called again few minutes later, he took the call, sat on his couch with a glass of red wine.
- Kou-chan? Kou-chan?
- What do you want?
- Won't you come again...?
- I'm not your son. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.
She sobbed. And Kouyou was near throwing his glass away. There was a huge amount of feeling inside torturing him. It was driving him mad.
- I'm seeing a therapist you know...
She sniffled, unable to make long sentences.
- Good for you.
He ended the call. And ignored the constant ringing until suddenly it became quiet.
Instead, he left his appartment to wander in the streets at night. The moon was on its hidden cycle and Kouyou only vaguely stared at the stars, sat on a bench in a park. It could be dangerous. He didn't care. He stayed there and in the end he hesitated.
Should I go drink my fucking life away?
He stopped in front of the Black Moral, realizing he didn't have any mask on him. He jolted from surprise when a hand could be felt on his shoulder and turned around, surprised.
- Kou-chan baby...
His mouth was suddenly dry.
- Masato...
The other smiled.
- What are you doing here, showing your pretty face around?
Kouyou put his hand in front of his nose and realized the man could see his entire face for the first time since they met each other.
- Just...Having a walk.
- You seem lost.
- No I...
Masato took his hand and removed his own mask to reveal who he was. Kouyou didn't find him ugly. Masato had gorgeous features, it was a fact.
- We can avoid society life tonight, what do you think? A drink at my place, between friends?
Kouyou pursed his lips together and finally nodded.
Masato's home was filled with classy furnitures, noble fabrics, an expensive feel that Kouyou, somehow, appreciated. He shifted uncomfortably in the red leather of Masato's couch when this one came back with a bottle of whiskey. He showed it triumphantly:
- An old scottish one, actually the best for me!
Kouyou smiled, trying to get at ease. But everytime he would recall the last time at the Black Moral and how unfair it was to be here when Yuu had...
Saved me.
But there was something in Masato that was appealing. The bad side certainly.
- Where have you been?
Masato poured the honey coloured liquid in Kouyou's glass who instantly took it from the small coffee table.
- Here and there.
Masato laughed:
- Come on Kou-chan, play fair! I haven't seen you in almost two weeks.
- Went back in my hometown.
- Was it nice to go back there?
- Not really.
- And now how do you feel?
Kouyou took a sip of whiskey, looked at the carpet.
- Like I don't belong anywhere.
Masato came closer, his hand reaching for Kouyou's thigh.
- Isn't it better ? You're free Kou-chan. You can do anything you want without anything to prevent you from doing it. Liberty is the best feeling in the world.
"Those who love one another for utility love the other not in himself, but only in so far as they will obtain some good for themselves from him."
- Do you know Aristotle?
Masato laughed:
- Who?
He kissed him. Kouyou let him take his lips and suck on them avidly, until the other parted for air:
- Aristotle...A Greek philosopher.
Masato tried to understand where Kouyou wanted to go with this wandering of his mind. His hand began to rub through the fabric, slowly reaching for...
- And?
Kouyou's hand stopped it.
- You see, that's the problem with you. You don't acknowledge that I think, and right now, I don't think I want to have sex with you. Like I didn't want to back then when you tried to fuck me at the Black Moral. You don't consider my feelings. You just want to empty your balls. And you don't even know Aristotle! How far did you go at school?
Masato at first was dumbfounded and soon laughed until he realized Kouyou was being serious. A bit too serious.
- The fuck is going on Kou-chan?
Kouyou put his glass of whiskey on the coffee table and stood up, glaring at him.
- Don't call me so casually! It's my mother who calls me like this! You can go fuck yourself with your hand!
Kouyou put back his shoes and slammed the door violently behind him, quickly getting away from this man. In the street, he calmed down and let the tears fall.
It had been a tough day. And it wasn't over yet.
He took the way of Takanori's appartment.
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Chapter 14 is currently being written (and might be longer than this one haha)~ for you to know, I'm trying so hard to finish two of my long chaptered stories that a lot of you like and it's damn difficult. I think it's because I don't want to end them...And it gives me a hecka writer's block -___- But but, I'm going to try my very best until my holidays are over so I can focus on my exams^^
Hope you enjoy this meanwhile :)