[Multichapter] Yell (Chapter 5/??)

[tsuchi8562]

Title: Yell
Authors: tsuchi8562
Beta: andreja1989 << as always thank you so much ♥
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: AU, Drama, Angst
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: We own only the plot. Not even screw in Masaki's bike is ours...
A/N: Possible character's death, so if you don't like it, please treat this as a warning.

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Why wasn't he surprised? Maybe because since the beginning this case was sentenced for many strange coincidences and it was his punishment? When they reached Mizukawa's home it occurred that she got married not so long ago and now the newlyweds are on their honey moon trip on Hawaii. No one from their neighbors knew when exactly they will come back, though one of them said something about two weeks...

"I am sorry..." Sakurai whispered, leaning against the wall and looking down. Aiba wasn't even mad, letting the indifference fill his heart.

"It's okay. It's not your fault." Masaki said and took out his phone to check when they will have the next train back to Tokyo. The thought of few hours in train scared him a bit mostly because slowly he started to get attached to the man who was standing not so far from him. He felt like that for the first time. His previous tasks ended in maximum five days and he didn't even had the chance to have a real conversation with the people he took care of. Right now this case took almost two months out of his life and it seemed it will take even more. Aiba wasn't mad because of that; he was just confused and didn't like the images he had in his head.

"Aiba-san? Are you listening to me?" Sho patted gently the officer's shoulder and Masaki frowned, getting back to earth.

"Sorry, I was thinking about... never mind... Did you say something?"

"I asked what we will be doing during those two weeks?"

"We will wait..." The answer the taller man gave was so obvious that after he realized it, he started to laugh. Soon he laughed from the bottom of his heart, trying to release all the stress he felt in the past weeks. The ex-journalist looked at the latter with a frown on his forehead, trying to understand at least a tiny bit of what was going on, but Aiba just shook his head and wiped tears from the corner of his eyes. "Sorry... We have no other choice. In the meantime you can try to take care of all of your other things..."

"Other things?"

"Yes. Your apartment for example. Is it yours or are you renting it? Do you have a car or any other valuable possessions? Those have to be arranged as well... Whether sell them or cancel the contract..." The fact how practical and professional Masaki was scared him a lot. His mind was used to think about every single detail trying to solve all the problems before the man will drink the poison and die. This made him hate his job, his boss and himself even more. During their walk to the train station neither of them said a word, both of men drowned in their own worlds. Aiba looked at the latter from time to time, wondering what is in his head right now, but soon he scolded himself; it wasn't his business anyway. They reached their destination quite fast and after a while they already were inside the train, looking through the window.

"Aiba-san... Can I...?" Sakurai started but then he just shook head and stayed silent. Masaki didn't ask about anything, just leaned back and let his thoughts take him far away, to his beloved bike and on the track. Before he even noticed, they were already in Tokyo and after exchanging some goodbyes the taller one rushed toward his apartment. It was quite far away from the station, but Aiba felt he needs a walk to refresh his mind and clean it from every dark thought he had. This whole case took almost a month and a half of his life and it looks like it will take even more. Of course this was his job but right now, knowing Higashiyama assigned him on purpose, he hated it even more. Masaki had to fight with an urge to break some plates and throw things. He was alone, in his apartment, wanting to scream his lungs out and cry. After Sho and he went separate ways from the train station he went to a bar and drank few shots of tequila. He needed to relax and forget, at least for a while about everything that was going on in his life right now. Sakurai's case was one thing but constant arguments with his father about his commitment to his job.

"Enough..." The officer whispered to himself, standing in front of the door to his bedroom. He pressed the knob, went inside and without turning the lights off he headed to his wardrobe to change his clothes. When he pulled on his sweatpants, he sighed and looked in the big mirror that he had next to his closet. The thoughts about his work, life and his father hit him again and he had a great difficulty with pushing them away this time. Every single time he visited his parents he had to listen to his father complaining about his boss not being happy with his work and that Masaki should identify with the Bureau more.

"How can a gravedigger be better at this job?!" He shouted to his reflection in the mirror. Even though he couldn't see much in the darkness, his pale skin contaminated with a big birthmark on his shoulder he hated was visible. Masaki calmed down, came closer to the looking glass and examined his body. Even if the officer didn't have much time for working out, he made sure that he will visit the gym once a week but in the past month he didn't have time and simply didn't want to. Aiba was far way too occupied with his work and thoughts of leaving the Bureau to take care of his shape.

"I didn't get fat anyway..." Masaki mumbled to himself and laughed bitterly. After taking a deep breath he jumped in bed, trying to get some sleep. He had a day off tomorrow, but still he had to visit his parents and he needed his adrenaline shot he will get on the track. The sleep that didn't want to come for a quote long while, chased away by his thoughts finally overpowered him, showing strange dreams with Sakurai.

They were in some dark, wooden room, alone. The silence filled the air and even though he saw Sho was moving his lips, no words reached him. Aiba put his hand to his ear and moved few steps closer, closing his eyes and trying to catch any sound but still only the muteness was ringing in his ears. When he opened his eyes, the room disappeared. He was alone in Sakurai's apartment, calling his name and trying to find him.

I am here The officer heard and looked down, where the voice was coming from. He saw Sho kneeling in front of him and pulling his pants down, leaving his lower half naked. Before Masaki could even protest in any way the ex-journalist took his manhood in his mouth and started to make wonders with his tongue. All words of opposition he had in his throat changed in loud moans, when he felt that he will explode any second now. Just when he thought he won't stand it anymore his wide open eyes were staring in his own ceiling and his hand was squeezing his half hard erection. Aiba didn't know whether he is still dreaming or not but that didn't matter anymore. The air was hotter and Masaki just couldn't stop his hand from pumping, not caring of staying silent anymore and moaning when he recalled the images from his dream. He didn't think about anything, he just felt the heat in his veins, rushing to the one point in his body, making him shiver. Aiba jerked himself off, faster and faster, tightening the grip around his already leaking member. When he imagined Sakurai's eyes looking up at him and those kissable lips around his erection it took him less than a second to come, staining his pants with his semen. Masaki tried to calm down his racing heart and catch some air, staring in the darkness.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked himself when he got down from his high and shuffled to the bathroom to take a quick shower. The officer successfully pushed all questions and images away and soon he fell in a dreamless sleep this time.

The morning was tough for him; he had some kind of crisis and didn't want to get up at all, curling up in his bed and hugging the pillow. Fortunately he didn't have to face Sho today; he was afraid of his reactions after the dream he had with the slightly older man. Why did he see Sakurai's face? Why was it him?! It was a fact that Masaki wasn't close with anybody for a very long time now. It was a combination of both, his job and the fact he didn't want to be in relationship with anybody. Who would want to be with gravedigger anyway? And now? He spent quite a lot of time with the ex-journalist, kind of taking care of him and talking about practically everything except his private life. Not to mention Sakurai was a very handsome man, even though his addiction left an imprint on him.

"You act like a teenage girl, Aiba-san..." Masaki whispered and giggled, imaging himself in sailor uniform with a pony tail. Without wasting any more time he got up and went to the kitchen to drink some coffee, which he hoped that will wake him up. The officer had to go to his parent's house and spend some time there and after that he planned a trip to his beloved racing track to purify his mind and chase his fears away. Aiba looked at the clock and sighed, seeing it was still way too early to meet his family, so he decided to go to the GSB office and talk with his boss about the sudden change of plans. Without a breakfast he put on some clothes and quickly jumped on his bike, heading towards the Governed Suicides Bureau headquarter. The building changed since he saw him last time. Something was wrong and he couldn't put a finger on it. Aiba frowned and looked up, gasping from shock after what he had seen. A thick, red blood was running down the walls, falling with loud splash on the sidewalk next to the people who didn't notice it at all. Masaki tried to calm down and closed his eyes for a few seconds. After he had opened them, the claret disappeared and everything was looking like usually. The officer rubbed his face, parked his bike in front of the entrance and rushed inside the headquarters. His first steps lead him to his office, where he drank three glasses of water in one go. He blamed the tequila for all of this and sat on the chair, leaning back and closing his eyes. He needed to talk with Higashiyama about the case but he didn't want to move. Fortunately the officer whom he shared the room with was absent, probably took a day off. Aiba's eyes flew on the latter's desk and he noticed a strange piece of paper, lying on the top just like that. It wasn't something usual, because due to clean desk policy all documents should be hidden whether in locked drawer or in archives. Also this couldn't be just a simple sheet, because Masaki saw the GSB stamp on it. It was red, meaning the document was highly confidential. The officer took a deep breath and tried to ignore the paper, but somewhere deep in his mind a voice of rationality told him that he should hide the paper before anyone will see it. Aiba stood up, picked the document and without even realizing he started to read it. There were some big amounts on it, with accounts number and some names he slightly was able to link to old cases. Everything would look normal, if not one of the account number that was different that the official Governed Suicide Bureau's collect account. Masaki remembered the detail very well, he had to fill in tons of papers using this data before. At the same time he didn't remember any new account agreement made with their bank... Was it some kind of fraud? As soon as he could, not thinking about anything in particular he hid the paper in the drawer of his desk and left the office, heading to Higashiyama. The sooner he will talk with his boss, the sooner he will be able to leave the building. The air became somehow thicker and Aiba felt some unidentified weight crushing him. The officer knocked to the door and waited patiently for permission to get inside.

"Come in!" The older man's stentorian voice sounded and Masaki immediately rushed towards the boss's desk. "Ah, Aiba-kun! Long time no see. I hope you have good news this time... How's your new case?"

"Unfortunately it gets longer, but I know that it will end in maximum three weeks." The officer bowed gently and smiled when he was allowed to sit. With few short words he told everything about Sakurai and his need to apologize Mizukawa. Of course thing with Sho's apartment and other belongings wasn't left unsaid as well. With passing time and each said word Masaki could notice a big frown on Higashiyama's forehead and angry sparks in his eyes. Even though the older man tried to stay calm, the irritation could be heard in his voice.

"Don't you think this whole case is taking way too long? Of course, I am taking under consideration Sakurai-san's detoxification but still, three more weeks is way too long. I can give you a week."

"With all due respect, sir. The woman will be back to country in not less than two weeks. According to our rules and procedures we are obligated to help our clients with their last wish. I don't recall any point of the Act limiting time to do that." Aiba tried very hard not to raise his voice. He was upset, probably because he was a step away from discovering probably the most clever fraud in the history of Governed Suicide Bureau. The older man leaned back in his chair, a bit shocked. His employee, who openly hated the job and stayed here only because he was forced to, practically shouted at him for not obeying the set rules. Masaki paled and bowed deeply, apologizing for his true but harsh words. Aiba didn't know himself why he said that; he didn't believe in those words himself. Higashiyama suddenly started to laugh, wiping tears that were willing up in his eyes.

"It's okay Aiba-kun... I will give you those three weeks, but not longer! And I want you to show me documents of selling Sakurai-san's apartment in maximum four days. This should be enough for formalities. You can go now, I have a meeting with top." The head of GSB looked down in some papers tossed on his desk and waved his hand, showing the officer he indeed should leave. Masaki bowed again and left the room, heading back to his own office. He needed to take a closer look on the document he had found earlier and check if he really saw right.

"What the hell is going on here?" The officer whispered, reading for the fifth time the unfamiliar account number. It had to belong to the Bureau, in other case the auditors would discovered the fraud earlier. Yes, Aiba was sure this wasn't the only one case in which the money landed on this account, he didn't have the evidence yet. Without thinking twice Masaki hid the paper in his bag and rushed out of the building. He still had to meet his parents. When he jumped on his green bike, he changed his mind. Right now the last thing he wanted were some propaganda talks from his family. Besides he was sure that his boss will call his father and tell everything about their conversation, as it happened many times before. Even if he had doubts before, even if he still had hope that he will start believe in meaning of Governed Suicides Bureau right now everything disappeared, leaving place for the anger and disbelief. Masaki was now more than just sure that this will be his last case. After this he will resign, without looking at anything or anybody. He will quit and go somewhere far away, where nobody will know him. Maybe he will find somebody to love?

"You're romantic, Aiba-san..." The officer said to himself and smiled, putting the helmet on. Right now the only place he wanted to be at was the track. To feel the wind hitting his face and freedom that was keeping him sane.

***

Two weeks passed faster than a blink of an eye. Probably because Masaki was dividing his time between Sakurai's affairs and his personal, top secret investigation. The officer found out that indeed, the new account number belonged to GSB but only few people had access to it. Of course one of the persons was Higashiyama and few other higher ranked officers. The most important question is where the money disappeared. Aiba in some magical way, having more luck than brains, got quite fresh statement and saw that the balance was surprisingly close to zero. Leaving this case behind, at least for a while, Masaki took a deep breath, packed few things and went to the station in order to meet Sho. Their train was supposed to arrive in small town somewhere in Aomori late in the evening, so he arranged a hotel room for them for this one night. When he reached the platform Sakurai was already waiting, looking like a lost kid. Just then the officer remembered their last conversation they had on the way back to Tokyo about the older man and his son. Because all of the events that happened right after he didn't have time to think about it. On the other hand, this was one of many stories he had heard before so why he should pay attention to it more that he did with the others?

"Aiba-san!" The ex-journalist waved and showed a weak smile, just as if he was happy to see Masaki. Strange...

"Good afternoon, Sakurai-san." The officer bowed gently and put his bag on the ground. He didn't say anything more, trying to figure out why he was strangely excited when he saw the latter and he blamed this whole case for that. Spending so much time with one person can make you miss him whenever you don't see him, right? Aiba shook his head and frowned, looking at the other man, believing he just had said something.

"What... Do I have something on my face?" Sakurai smiled and tried to wipe off some invisible smudge from his cheek. Masaki stayed silent and just turned around to check if they train is already arriving. He wanted to get it over with just to have to manage his father's anger after he resigns. Probably Sho felt his tension because he didn't say a thing until they both sat in the train and the silence became unbearable.

"Thank you for taking care of my things."

"It's my job. No need to thank me. I just do what I must." Aiba didn't even look at the latter, mumbling the last sentence in the window. Even though he tried to focus on the view outside, his thoughts were constantly getting back to the case with self-fake account. It shouldn't concern him; he will leave the organization in a short while, but somehow he couldn't leave this crime unpunished. Maybe this was his own, weird way to show that GSB is not a good institution, helping nobody else but its bosses.

"Even if I don't know many GSB officers I think you are good in your job." Sho said without particular reason, probably just because he wanted to keep conversation alive. Masaki looked at the latter, shocked and kind of mad. He? Good at his job? HE?!

"Don't say that..." The taller man said seriously, but probably Sakurai took it as a sign of modesty because soon he started to continue what makes Aiba a good GSB officer.

"Sakurai-san, I mean it. Don't you ever say that. You don't have any idea how my work looks like and you have no clue about the life in Bureau. I would really appreciate if you would just stop talking and if you must keep this conversation going, let's talk about weather." Masaki tried to sound calm, but from the look of the other's man face he was sure he crossed the line. "I am sorry. I just... Never mind. Just please let's not talk about my work, okay?"

"I am sorry, I didn't know that it's uncomfortable subject. I simply can't stand the silence when I am with somebody. It kind of crushes me..." Sho giggled awkwardly and looked down. The officer stared for a long minute at the man in front of him, examining his face's features. Even though his future surely painted marks on Sakurai's face he still was very handsome. Slowly Masaki's eyes moved to the latter's lips, admiring the full lower lip, made for kisses and... Suddenly the images from his dream popped in front of his eyes. All the miracles those lips were doing to him... Aiba felt all the blood flowing to his cheeks both from the pictures he had in his mind and embarrassment. He got up, excused himself and headed to the bathroom, but never got inside. All he needed was just time off, to cool off and make his heart beat normally again.

The fuck was that?! Am I losing my mind? Masaki thought and leaned back, against the wall. The officer took few deep breaths, slowly exhaling all the air he had in his lungs and closed his eyes. He was in deep shit right now. First his discovery at work, his usual fights with father and now this stupid and weird crush he had on Sakurai. Yes, no matter how hard he thought about it his feelings couldn't be described in any other way. Hopefully everything will pass as soon as this case will be closed and Sho will drink the poison... When Aiba felt he cooled enough to come back to his seat, he opened his eyes and saw the older man's face right in front of his. The officer gasped, startled and if not the wall behind him, he would definitely take a few steps back.

"Are you okay, Aiba-san?" Sakurai sounded worried and had a frown on his forehead. Masaki just nodded, not trusting his own voice. "Soon we will be in Fujisaki and you weren't coming back for a long time so I got worried."

"I am fine... I will be right back... I just... have to..." What the hell are you doing?! Aiba scolded himself and smiled weakly, trying to stop the blush that was slowly getting back on his cheeks. When the silence prolonged and neither of them moved an inch Masaki dared to look at the latter's face again. It looked even more handsome in this dim light of the train's corridor and Sho's eyes were shining when he was staring back. Then Aiba's eyes moved again to the other's lips... That was a mistake and at the same time the best thing he could do. Without fighting with himself, the officer just pulled Sho closer and joined their lips in a bit clumsy at first kiss. When the first shock passed, Sakurai pushes Masaki against the wall and started to take over the control, slowly parting the latter's lips with his tongue.

This isn't right... You should stop it... You... Should... The officer thought but he did nothing, letting the kiss last as long as possible, until women's voice announced from the speaker that they arrived to their destination point. Aiba wanted to say something, but words stuck in his throat. All he did was rushing to his seat, take his bag and get off the train, making sure Sho is following him but at the same time not allowing him to get too close. He could feel the burning eyes of the other man on his back but he couldn't turn around. Masaki allowed himself for something that was practically illegal. Well, maybe this was an exaggeration but just as teacher can't kiss the student or the doctor can't date the patient, GSB officers can't have any kind of relationship with the clients. It was against the rules and, of course, illogical. How can you involve emotionally with somebody who is about to die and you can't do anything about it?

"Aiba-san... Can you slow down a bit? I can't walk that fast..." The slightly shorter man asked, breaking the muteness. Masaki nodded and stopped, giving the latter chance to catch up.

"Soon we will reach the hotel. I booked a room for two nights, just in case if we won't be able to talk with Mizukawa-san tomorrow." All of sudden the officer became more official than before, trying to keep the distance between them. This will be better for everyone, but mostly for him. Sakurai will be gone soon and if he attaches to him, he will be the only one who hurts. When they reached the hotel, Aiba took a key to the room and headed upstairs, barely noticing Sho's presence. This may be cruel, but this was the only way to push his thoughts and wanting away before he gets too attached. If it's not too late already...

"I will take the bed on the left side. I don't like to sleep near window." The taller one said and threw his bag on the bed, praising the fate he gave them two separate beds. This night will be long...