[Multi-chapter] Mikazuki (Crescent moon) Chapter 10/??
Title: 三日月 (Crescent moon)
Authors: tsuchi8562
Bet: geminib ArigaPYON~!
Pairing: Matsumiya (main), Sakuraiba (side), Ohmiya (one-sided)
Genre: AU, Angst, Drama, Psychological
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: We don't own them. Not that we don't want to though...
A/N: A/N: Whole thing is freely based on movie "Girl, interrupted". We took title from Ayaka's song Mikazuki, which lyrics somehow fits the whole story. Enjoy ;)
*MASTERPOST*
Masaki was looking at his hands and listened to a man that used to be his friend. At least he tried to, but it was really hard considering the fact that he was scared.
"Aiba-kun, I'm telling you, this is my once in a lifetime chance! Paris, can you believe it? I came here to take you with me." The man's smile faded when he saw the anorectic's eyes.
"Shouta, I don't believe that I will be able to go out from here yet..." His voice was trembling and he clenched his hands in fists. "B-but I wish you luck..."
"Damn, I knew they will break you. I bet you are eating like a pig here! I see that fat around your stomach... Disgusting..." Nakata Shouta shivered and winced. He was very skinny himself, hidden in too big clothes but still his skinniness was clearly visible. Aiba bit his lower lip and looked around to see if Sho isn't nearby; he would definitely throw himself at the other man and beat the hell out of him. Fortunately Sakurai had a meeting with one of the doctors, who covered for Soejima. The head of the ward was on vacation visiting his family.
"Aiba-kun, please think. What can you have here? Greasy food, probably double portions with big desserts. Do you want to be chubby again? Come on, pushing our job aside, who would want you when you are fat?!"
"S-sho wants me..." Masaki whispered but the latter heard it anyway.
"Oh really? Wanna try him when you put on some weight? He will leave you and your loads of fat! Besides if he is here, that means he is a psycho. And we're normal, Aiba-kun..."
"Enough!" Masaki stated a bit too loud and stood up, showing the latter that the visit is over. Nakata shrugged and left mumbling something about regretting. Aiba took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair, trying to stop the thoughts from invading his mind. He lost the track of time and soon the dinner was about to be served. That meant only one thing - food… His usual meal with high calorific value and a guard that will make sure he will eat at least more than a half of it…
Who would want you when you are fat?! Shouta’s words echoed in his head with every step he made towards the dining hall. He stopped near the door and wanted to turn around and run away, but somebody’s firm hand held his wrist. When Masaki raised his gaze, he saw Sho with a gentle frown on his forehead. Aiba smiled weakly, like showing that he is okay and slowly shuffled to his usual place. He sat beside the table and when he saw the food, numbers were jumping in front of his eyes, giving a terrifying sum of 854 kilocalories. After the group Itadakimasu he took his chopsticks and cut a piece of meat. The time froze when he was staring at his plate recalling how his parents were trying to make him eat, holding him tight and pushing the rice straight in his throat. Those were days when his weight was 58 kilos and the fat covered him. Now his weight balanced around 45 kilos and sometime he still thought is was too much. Aiba didn’t want to get back to those chubby times … Sho will definitely leave him then… How many times Sakurai repeated that Masaki is beautiful? Didn’t that mean that the other man didn’t want Aiba to change? The anorectic man slowly put the chopsticks away and drank a gulp of water instead.
“Too hot?” Sho frowned and looked at the latter, who shook his head but didn’t utter a word. “Then? Eat up.”
“No.” Masaki whispered and gently pushed away the tray with food.
“Masaki…” Sakurai’s voice became harsher and Aiba trembled. “Eat your dinner.”
The anorectic man shook his head and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't. He realized that he almost lied to the man he loved and this made tears well up in his eyes.
"I... I don't want to be fat, Sho-chan... I don't want you to leave me..." Aiba whispered, holding the edge of the table so hard, his knuckles became white. Sakurai clenched his teeth to the point that it was audible. It was that scumbag's fault. He had to say something to make Masaki like this... If he only could be on their meeting, he would punch those lies out of that bastard. The rage was boiling in his veins and he felt familiar needles in his stomach. This was bad, really bad...
"What did that piece of crap have told you?!" The older man hissed and looked at Aiba with burning eyes.
"Nothing... I am just not hungry..." Masaki mumbled, not daring to look at Sho. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. Sakurai jumped on his feet and in few milliseconds he found himself near Aiba. He took a handful of rice and tried to push it in the latter's mouth. The taller man started to fight and looked at his lover. When Sho realized what he was doing, he took few steps back and gasped. The shock didn't last long though; former yankee started to throw the plates, chairs and everything that was within his reach not caring if he can hurt somebody. This demolition was soon ended by few male nurses, who grabbed Sho and injected some medicine in his veins. The patient was fighting for a while longer, shouting Masaki's name and suddenly he became silent and his body limped. Goto said a few calming words and everybody get back to their meals as if nothing happened. Aiba sat in his chair and tried to breathe but it was too hard. Soon he slipped off the seat on the floor and started to sob heavily, making creepy sounds and hitting his head against the floor. Akira knelt near him and was about to call somebody to give Masaki some pills when Ninomiya appeared out of nowhere and crouched next to them.
"What's going on here?" Kazunari asked with his tone of curious kid and looked at the lying man. "Model-chan, the rice was too salty? Nee, say something!"
"Nino, stay out of this! Can't you see you are making things worse?!" Goto barked at the blond man. Indeed, Aiba curled up and the sound of his head hitting the floor was louder. Ninomiya pouted and took few rice seeds off of Masaki's face. With the corner of his eye he saw Matsumoto, standing not that far from them.
"If you want to drown in despair at least have a clean face, you idiot." Nino sighed and moved closer to the crying man, picking the rice out of his hair. "Seriously, what did they teach you in that model agency? You can't even cry beautifully..."
"Nino, I warn you..."
"Oh, shut up Goto-chan. Go bully somebody your own size. For example Soejima who let this skeleton model-chan’s friend…" Kazunari barked back and that seemed to calm Masaki down. Akira frowned and ordered two nurses to take the anorectic man to his room. Ninomiya flippantly followed them, ignoring every attempt of chasing him away.
"Oh, come on Goto-chan. I wanna be his gorilla for a while, when you closed the real one in isolation." The blond guy ran into Aiba's and Sakurai's room and jumped on one of the beds. "Aaah, so hard... What are you doing that those springs are driving in the body? No, please, don't answer, I don't wanna know!"
“Nino, go back to your room.” Akira stated firmly and the blond guy just clicked his tongue.
“Goto-chan, shouldn’t you take care of somebody else?” As if Kazunari was some kind of psychic Ohno’s squeals sounded outside and the head of nurses had to check on that. When Ninomiya was left with Aiba alone, he sighed and sat on the bed, looking at the latter without a word. Soon, the door creaked and he saw Jun sneaking inside.
“How is he?” The taller man whispered and bit his lips.
“You can ask him himself. Hey, model-chan~! J asks how you are feeling. Not hungry? Missing your big guy?”
“Stop it…”
“Oh, come on sweetie pie! Don’t act as if he is the most fragile in the world… Better tell me what did you do to the prince that he squealed like that?”
“I did nothing, he just saw a rat or something…”
“Yeah, I know which rat you are thinking about… But you know, running with your pants down around the canteen is not only insane, it’s disgusting.” Nino started to laugh but stopped quickly when he saw Masaki covering his ears and mumbling something, trying to cut off from their conversation. The blond man sighed, asked Matsumoto to stay and went outside, getting back in around two minutes with a guitar.
“Where did you get that from?!” The younger man eyes widened as if Nino brought a corpse of an alien.
“I just had a quickie with Goto and he gave it to me for the heavenly blow job.” Kazunari stated calmly and sat on the floor next to Masaki’s bed. “Better help me and hold his hands, so he will hear me well.”
“But...”
“Just do as I say~!” He sighed when Matsumoto sat on the bed, fighting a bit with the crying man to uncover his ears. Aiba was surprisingly strong but after a longer while Jun managed to pin his hands to the mattress and just then Nino’s fingers hit the strings. Soft melody filled the room and the shortest man’s voice followed, singing a really sad song about love that won’t be broken even by death. Ironically this worked and Masaki calmed down, falling asleep soon. After a while Nino sighed and left the instrument on the floor, leaving the room. Everything outside seemed to be as usual; quiet and with everybody back in their chambers. Only Jun followed Kazunari to his room.
“If I remember correctly I live alone… Are you a stray dog?”
“I need to talk to you.” Matsumoto sounded somehow really seriously, when he closed the door behind him.
“Geez, sweetie pie you really belong here if you got horny after my song…” The blond man sat on his bed and looked at the latter, amused.
“Shut up, I am serious!” The taller man sighed and moved a few steps closer. “I want to get out of here and I want to do it now. This plan with being a good boy and telling them what they want to hear takes too long. I know that you are an expert of escaping…”
“Tsk… Don’t make it sound like I am some kind of Houdini, I just know this place better than my own head… But what happened, J? Lost patience?”
“Will you help me or not?” Jun looked at the latter with a stupid hope in his eyes. He really thought that Kazunari will take him out of here and that meant that the blond man got what he wanted. A fan.
“It will cost you, you know?”
“How much? I am already giving you all the pills you want…” Matsumoto bit his lower lip, probably counting the money he still had somewhere here.
“I don’t mean pills or your money, though we’ll need them after we get out of here.”
“Then?”
“A nice and long blow job after we’ll find a nice place to stay.” Ninomiya stated firmly and looked at the latter. The typical smirk wasn’t glued to his face and for the first time in ages he looked normal. Jun understood he wasn’t joking and the battle of thoughts was clearly visible on his face. Kazunari didn’t throw that offer only because he was missing physical contact, but he missed being close to Matsumoto.
“You’re insane…”
“Tell me something I don’t know… Sweetie pie, please don’t act like a virgin boy who never had a cock in his mouth. One blow job won’t hurt and I believe it’s a fair price for freedom. Or does it make you feel like a whore?”
“Fuck you Ninomiya…” Jun hissed and clenched his hands in fists.
“No, no… Just a blow job. So? Do we have a deal?”
“D-deal… You monster…” Matsumoto left the room, shutting the door with quite loud smack.