Kagefumi (09/29)
Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (dani_mathoz )
Translator: br_arashiThank you ♥
Pairing: Ohmiya (main), Aiba x ? (mentioned)
Genre: Romance and Angst
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'Two lonely and suffered hearts look in the shadows of an agitated city, the light that can free them from the darkness in which they live'
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;
Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥
CHAPTER 9
“The memories that I hold have not yet lost their beauty
And I simply let my body follow the flow of the routine
My chest is still shivering, beating harder,
Wishing for something…”
Mada Minu Sekai He
Ninomiya opened his eyes, his body coming to his senses slowly. He blinked a few times, trying to grasp his surroundings. It didn’t take him long to figure where he was and to who those strong arms around his naked waist belonged to. He twisted his nose, nauseated by the strong smell of tobacco, sweat and sex that were impregnated in the air of that darkened room.
What time should it be? And how long had he been there, trapped in that bubble of numbness and unconsciousness?
He carefully moved away the arm that was holding him and sneaked out of the bed. Then, he stretched his body in an attempt to bring his stiff muscles to life and he felt an uncomfortable pain on his back and hips. He also felt a distress in his stomach. Could it be hunger?
Tiptoeing, in order not to awake his bed partner, he went to the door, but wasn’t even able to touch the handle.
- Where are you going? - asked the man, turning in bed so he could watch him.
- I’m taking a shower - he informed, feeling disgusted by his own smell. - Then, I’ll look for something to eat… Want me to bring you something?
- No - the older man answered, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing his sleepy eyes. - I am not hungry and I have an appointment, anyway. - He checked the wristwatch he picked up from the bedside table. - Damn it! I’m already late!
Standing up in a rush, he put on the black boxer shorts he found over the floor. Then, he got closer to Nino and pulled him to a brief kiss.
- I’ll try to be back as soon as I can, ok? You won’t even have time to miss me - he said, with a wink, at the same time he slapped the bleached-haired boy’s tight and exposed buttocks, making the acute sound reverberate around the room.
Kazunari faked a smile and opened the door. He went straight to the bathroom, where he emptied his bladder and opened the shower. His hands travelled around his body, feeling an intense need to get his body rid of any traces of Miura’s smell of sweat.
He was feeling not only dirty, but also and mainly disgusted with himself. What was he doing with his life?
He remembered going to his senpai in search of comfort. He remembered being welcomed and receiving, not only his friend’s shoulder, but also the magical substances he needed to forget, even if momentarily, his angst and anger.
He remembered the iddleness feeling that took over him then, the moment they began to act on his organism. And how he felt light, super powerful… and happy.
At least, for the first two days.
After that, he couldn’t bring to his mind any clear memories of himself. He could only remember a few fragments of what happened to him then. If he had to describe it, he would have to borrow an expression from a famous American festival of the 70s: sex, drugs and rock n’ roll.
The music, actually, was still loud, playing in one of the rooms at the house. He closed the shower and dried his body with a towel, feeling refreshed. He still felt his back and hips aching and a soft thumping on his temples, but at least he was conscious.
He tied the towel around his waist and went to the kitchen. He opened a pan he found over the cooker and smelled the delicious scent of kare. His belly twisted, confirming he was starving. Over the counter, the rice cooker was off, but the rice was still hot.
- You’ve finally left the bedroom… - Kyouichi, one of the regulars of his senpai’s house said, ironically, as soon as he showed up near the door.
- Was you who prepared the food?
- I hope you like it - he confirmed. - I’ve learned it in the restaurant I worked at as a cooking assistant.
- It looks delicious - Nino smiled, thankful, as he helped himself. Then, he sat over the table, in the opposite side of his friend.
He looked bored. He was wearing short pants and a tank top that exposed his arm muscles. Since school, he had always been the strongest among his fellows, built up in the gym. He tried, that way, to compensate his not too attractive face. Not that he was ugly; it was just that, between Nino and Ren, he was always the last in girl’s preferences.
- Oh! Umai! - he complimented, honestly. - You should open a restaurant. You always wanted to become a chef, right?
- Maybe someday… - Kyouichi said, in a resigned tone.
Nino considered cheering him up, but gave up before he made a fool of himself. After all, who was he to give someone advices on how not to give up on one’s dreams, when he also had no goal in his life?
- What’s the day today? - he asked, changing the topic.
- Tuesday, the 23rd.
The bleached-haired boy almost choked on his kareraisu. By his accounts he has been at Miura-senpai’s house for five days already. He reproached himself for his weakness and regretted how pathetic he was. Besides losing his dignity, he was now also unemployed. Even if it was remote, he had the hope to make up an excuse and resume his job without a problem, but it was clear that, considering how long he stayed away - without even a phone call to explain his absence - that would never come to happen.
At least, even if it wasn’t that much, he had his monthly payment to receive. He would stop by the store to take his incomes and apologize to the manager, who had always been so considerate to him.
He looked around the kitchen, looking for something that he remembered suddenly.
- Niji… - he mumbled, apprehensive, standing up. - Have you seen my turtle?
- Calm down, Nino - Kyouichi reassured him. - It is somewhere around… Ren is taking care of it.
He sighed in relief. However, his heartbeats only became steady when he found it taking a walk on the back of the house. There was nearby a pot with water and sliced carrots and also some green, garden rocket, perhaps.
He went back to the kitchen, where he finished his meal and then went to the bedroom. He looked for his cellphone - more to check on the time, than for being curious about the missing calls - they should all be from his job, anyway - but he couldn’t find it. Maybe it has been dumped somewhere in the house.
Looking through the window, he noticed she sun was shining. He imagined it should be the middle of the afternoon. He changed his clothes, decided to go out. He wanted to unwind, to breath the air of the town. Besides, he wanted to take the chance to check on his apartment and, maybe, stop by the disco store.
But he did nothing of what he planned on doing.
- Are you going somewhere? - Kyouichi approached him, when he was ready to open the door.
- I’ll just get out for a while, I’ll be back soon.
- Do you need anything?
- Not really - he answered, marveling at the question. Why was what he intended to do of Kyouichi’s concern? Nevertheless, he explained. - I just want to take a walk.
- In that case, I’ll make you company - said his friend, taking a shirt from the sofa and wearing it over his tank top.
- Eh? You don’t have to. I can go by my own…
- I’m afraid that’s not possible, Nino - he insisted.
- What are you saying, Kyou-chan? - he asked, playfully. - I’m not a child, nor a prisoner who needs to be watched when he’s out.
His grin faded, though, when he noticed the other man’s serious expression.
- What?
- Miura-senpai doesn’t want you to leave on your own. Rather, he asked me to prevent you from leaving…
- Is it why you are here, then? - he asked annoyed, suddenly realizing his situation. - To keep an eye me?
- I’m not a jailer! - Kyouichi yelled, vexed. - Do you think I have nothing better to do? But it was a senpai’s request and - he sighed, disturbed - I will fulfill it. Please, Nino… don’t make me hurt you.
Kazunari swallowed hard, wrathful.
- Why? Miura-senpai can’t keep me entrapped here… I’m not his property!
- I’m sorry… But it seems to me he thinks the opposite.
- What do you mean?
- He likes you very much, Nino… He’s trying to pretect you, in his own way…
- By imprisoning me?
- Why are you so ungrateful? - Kyouichi bursted. - He gave you shelter, he’s supplying you for days! Have you ever wondered how much it costs? In exchange, all he wants is for you to stay beside him! Have you any idea how lucky you are? Of what people would do to be Miura-senpai’s priority, the way you are?
Nino sat on the closest sofa, swallowing his words. In a way, his friend was right. Suddenly, he remembered how affectionate Miura was towards the people he liked. But he was also possessive and, due to his excessive jealousy, he would sometimes lose control and become aggressive. Indeed, that had been the reason he left him a few years ago.
He should have known these kind of people never changed.
Thinking about it, his chest burned with a suspicion. Would have his ex-boyfriend kept him drugged on purpose just to keep him beside him? And the cellphone that he couldn’t find? Would he hide it just to prevent him from contacting the world beyond that house?
What for? They weren’t together for years now!
The truth is, since they reunited, a few months ago, he had surrendered to the sex, but it was just a side effect from the drugs and, in a fashion, a way to pay for the substances was ingesting, but… it didn't give him the right to claim him as his property!
Annoyed, he didn’t resume the argument with Kyouichi. It would be worthless, after all. He would have to settle things with Hayato himself.
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Even with all his senses in alert, Nino didn’t move when he felt Miura making himself comfortable on the bed, beside him. In the previous nights, he had pretended to be feeling ill to avoid him. Right at that moment, he would pretend to be sleeping.
Not just for pride… He had lost his dignity a long time ago, by getting involved with drugs. He couldn’t even recognize himself under its influence, his body and mind lost in the turbulence of sensations: first, the pleasure, even if momentarily; afterwards, the regret and the emptiness.
In those times, his body shivered, contradictorily, longing for something he had never had. Or, at least, of what he had boldly believed he could have.
Ridiculous… someone like him shouldn’t have dreams.
Maybe, he should just accept Kyouichi’s words and enjoy what Miura was offering him, even in spite of his lack of freedom. After all, what he needed it for?
- Is there something missing? - his senpai asked, when he demanded an explanation. - Tell me and I will arrange whatever you wish. Just, stay by my side; ok? Besides, that man can hurt you, Kazu. Here, I can protect you, take care of you. Look… I brought you something different today… - he offered him a pill, changing the subject as if it was something trivial. - They call it love pill…
He wanted to resist, but his addiction was stronger. Then, he just decided not to fight a lost battle. At least, Miura had given his cellphone back, even if he didn’t have anyone to call.
As expected, there was only messages and lost calls from his work and commercial stuff. A certain frustration took over him… as if he expected someone special to contact him.
A silly thing, considering he hasn’t exchanged numbers with the person with whom he insisted on dreaming once in a while.
He held his breath when he felt the host’s arm embracing his waist. His hot lips played with the nape of his neck.
- Kazu… are you sleeping? - he whispered. - I miss you…
As he didn’t answer, the hand entered the t-shirt he was wearing, before getting inside his briefs and start to play with his private area.
He couldn’t remain inert with that.
- Senpai… - he moaned, trying to move away that alluring hand.
- I want you, Kazu… - his body moved behind him, possessive.
Then, even before Nino was able to refuse, he was forced to turn to the eldest, his mouth taken by his hungry lips.
Revulsion…
Anger…
Without thinking, he pushed the man away from him. He seemed astonished with his reaction for a moment. But, then, he smiled.
- What happened? Do you want to play a bit, today? - he resumed the kiss, once again pushing Nino to the bed.
- No… please, senpai… I’m not…
- What?
- I don’t want it… - he faced the angry eyes.
- You can only be kidding me… - Miura Hayato said, holding the younger’s wrists over his head. - Are you playing hard to get? Do you think I didn’t notice you are avoiding me?
- Please...
- The world outside isn’t safe, Kazu.
- Please, senpai… - he begged once again, turning his face to the side to prevent another kiss. But, unable to reach his target, Miura started attacking his frail neck.
- You won’t run away from me, Kazu. Why are you acting like this? I love you so much…
- Senpai… - Nino moaned, trying to move his ex-boyfriend’s teeth away from his skin.
- You owe me! - the older man yelled, annoyed with his obvious rejection. - Do you have any idea of how expensive are the drugs I give you? Do you think I’m not entitled to some compensation? - he forced his knee between Nino’s legs. - Or are you avoiding me because of that Ohno guy?
Ohno?
The mention of that name weakened Ninomiya. How the hell had he come to that point?
- How…?
- Is he your boyfriend? - by his voice, he was more than angry. - Answer me!
- No, he…
- Don’t lie to me! - Miura punched the pillow, just a few inches from his face. - You’ve called me by that name more than once during sex…
Nino bit his lower lip, trying to process the information, at the same time he was fighting against the pain caused by the man’s knee pressing on his member. He called him Ohno-san? Yes, he remembered imagining Satoshi’s face over his, his lips travelling all over his skin, but he thought it was nothing but a dream, a delusion. He never would imagine he would be thinking about the man while being possessed by another.
- Besides, there were several messages and calls from him on your phone… all of them worried about your disappearance…
Messages and calls on his phone… from Ohno? But there was nothing there when Miura returned him the device. His eyes bulged, surprised, wondering why. It wasn’t impossible to believe he would erase them, but, even if it was true, how had Ohno gotten his number?
Tears came from his eyes with no explanation, a feeling he couldn’t describe taking over him.
Ohno-san...
He wanted to see him!
With that thought in mind, he gathered an abnormal strength and, once again, he shoved him off.
The slap that followed didn’t hurt as much as his angst and his embarrassment.
- Damn it, Nino! Why do you always awake the worst in me? - Miura yelled, raising his threatening hand once again.
Ninomiya closed his eyes, waiting the new blow. But, for his surprise, it didn’t come.
- Get out!
He opened his eyes, suspicious.
- Get off!
- Senpai...
- Go, dammit! Get away from my house, before I hurt you!
He didn’t wait for another word. He ran away from the bedroom and, while wearing the jacket he was using when he got there, he could hear Miura’s rage, breaking his stuff. He put his sneakers in a hurry and left without saying goodbye to Kyou-chan, who arrived suddenly at the room, maybe attracted by the uncontrolled shouts of their senpai.
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The night was cold. Therefore, Nino hid his hands inside his jacket pockets, while he walked aimlessly around the streets of Roppongi. He noticed a strange volume in one of them and, then, remembered about the CD he bought to Ohno-san.
He had forgotten about it.
But he could remember the dubious feelings he had while buying it: longing and uncertainty. He had not gone after him for days and he thought he had discarded him, but a new hope aroused when he heard what Miura told him. Ohno had searched for him?
He would have smiled if it wasn’t for his frustration. As soon as he found himself at a safe distance, he searched through his cellphone history. Maybe, one of the calls he had forgotten to erase…
But… nothing.
So, he just called Ren and asked him to take Niji to his home. He would go for it as soon as he was somewhere safe. He even considered asking for shelter at his friend’s house, but he lived with his mother and two younger siblings in a small house. His father had died when the youngest wasn’t even three-years-old and they were facing some difficulty. He had no money and couldn’t help with the expenses, therefore, he gave up on the idea.
He thought about getting back to his old apartment, but the idea to bump into that man there dissuaded him.
Angry and tired, he entered the first bar he saw and asked for a beer. He paid for it with a few coins he found in his pockets and, when he turned to leave, he bumped into a customer, spilling a bit of the liquid on his shirt.
The man stared at him, angry. He looked drunk.
- Don’t you look where you go, kid?
- I’m so sorry…
- Apologies won’t solve your lack of manners… Maybe I should give you a lesson to teach you how to respect the elders.
Nino opened his mouth to apologize once more, but closed soon after, changing his mind with a sudden need to let out his anger and frustration.
His first punch hit the man straight on his nose.
But, with his luck, the man wasn’t alone. His friends surrounded him and all he could remember was being taken to the police station for questioning.
He refused to answer the questions of the officer. That night, at least, he would have a place to sleep.
In the morning after, however, he woke up a bit more cooperative. He needed to get out of there and put his life on track.
His solicitous smile died on his face as soon as he got closer to the attending tables. On the other side of one of them, the last person he expected or wanted to meet was right there.
- Your name? - Ohno Satoshi asked him with an unfriendly face.
Even if he wanted, he couldn’t answer, lost between embarrassment and despair. Was it some kind of joke?
- I asked your name - he repeated, still without looking at him.
Then, with his heart into pieces, he finally decided to put an end to that. He really wasn't born to have hopes…
He stared at the cop and answered as steady as he could.
He would never forget the indescribable look he received, when Ohno finally raised his head to stare at him.
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