[Multi-chapter] Flash lights (4/6)
Title: Flash lights
Author: tsuchi8562
Beta: geminib ♥ Thank you so very much!
Pairing: Matsumiya, Sakuraiba
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Romance, Drama, AU
Disclaimer: I owe only the sick plot...
*MASTERPOST*
Coming back to Tokyo was a strange feeling, but it was just as sentimental as every homecoming. Well known streets, unforgettable smell, maudlin noise… All brought back memories, and not only the pleasure ones…
Ninomiya was shocked that the new club he supposed to work in, is in the same building that hated ‘Moratorium’.
- You’ve gotta be kidding me! - He said to his boss, looking at the entrance. It was a true copy of the previous club, but this time the colors were lighter.
- What? Don't you like it?
- Like it? I hate it! Can I work someplace else?
- No… My boss wants you to work here.
- Y-your boss? Who’s that?
- Not of you business. Come on, lets’ go inside. Your new boss is waiting.
Both men came into the club. There were still lots of people, the renovation wasn’t over yet, and Nishikido went straight to the small room - the one that had been Ohno’s office. Behind big desk was sitting a young man, with his legs on the table, drinking something and he didn’t make any move when Nino and his pimp went in. His face was in the shadows, so Kazunari couldn’t recognize the man, but as soon as he spoke, former photographer was sure that he knows him.
- So this is the best piece of meat you have? Not bad…
- Don’t act surprised… You asked me for him, so you can have him. - Ryo clicked his tongue and caught some strange grey bag that was thrown at him.
- You can count if you want…
- No… I believe you. The Boss said that you are crafty, but when it comes to money you are honest. So, I’m leaving him with you. Gotta go.
Ninomiya watched this scene and felt like a piece of chocolate - he was just sold like some thing… He didn’t like this situation at all, moreover he knew his new ‘owner’ but he didn’t know where from … Nino came back to the place he wanted escape from and now he will even work here - how ironic! One thing he hoped was that he won’t meet Kawaii-ko-chan here or, even worse, Aiba. He clenched his hands in fists and cursed quietly. The bartender was the last person he wanted to meet; at least not before he will understand his feelings towards Masaki. Kazunari was sure about one thing though - Aiba wasn’t indifferent to him.
How could this happen? Was it because of that kiss a long time ago or maybe it was something else? Bartender’s willingness to do anything to protect the person he loves? And, the most important thing - were the feelings Nino had towards Masaki, love or a simple desire? Those questions were in his head when he was standing like a statue in a well familiar room, waiting for the unknown. Finally the silence was broken by the man behind the desk.
- So, Ninomiya-san… We’re meeting again…
- Sorry, but I can’t see your face… So for me it’s like the first time…
- True… So maybe I’ll let you see me… - The man stood up and came closer to Kazunari and ex-paparazzo widened his eyes in a shock. He could’ve known!
- You!!!
- Yes, it’s me… Have you expected somebody else?
- To be honest - yes. I thought that someone… smarter… is standing behind all of this. So I presume that I can go now? - Nino was satisfied. His enemy was no other than that ugly drug dealer - what was he called? Kazunari couldn’t remember his name; all he remembered was the fact that he was one of Ohno’s boys, always left behind…
- If you think that this will offend me, you’re wrong. - Former Satoshi’s bodyguard drank a gulp of tea and continued. - Now your life is mine. I bought you, so go down on your knees and do your job. I wanna know was it worth it.
Ninomiya was shocked. So this is how it will look like? He became this boy’s sex toy? Slowly, anger was rising and ex-photographer really wanted to hit his new boss or just run away. He was aware that he was in a big shit bag now, and escaping is out of the question, but forcing him to do a blow job was a blow hit… Literally speaking… Kazunari was supposed to say something, but the man in front of him interrupted him.
- Don’t worry, I was just kidding. There is no way that I’ll let you touch me. Meanwhile I believe that you are a good boy, so I’ll let you go for a walk. Of course I don’t trust you at all, so I have a present for you! - With a big smile on his face the dealer handed Nino a cell phone. - It’s a special cell phone… It has GPS, but that’s obvious. It also has a magical function: no matter what number you will dial, you will call me. So be a good boy and give me your phone. No need to oppose, I’ll force you to do it.
Nino didn’t have a choice, so with slow motion he gave his phone to his new boss and without a word he left the club. Time to look around and remember his home city…
***
Tokyo didn’t change a bit; still lots of people on the streets, tons of lights and strange emptiness. Ninomiya didn’t know where to go and what to do; he couldn’t get to his old apartment, it was surely rented a long time ago. The only place he had was Moratorium, now transformed into Vivid club. He was feeling alone… not lonely, but alone. Previously he had a partner in misery; someone to talk to, someone to share his ideas, someone to fuck. And now he was alone and this time he can’t do anything. He was fully aware that this was that dealer’s revenge. Probably Ohno himself had to know about it, and if so, Kazunari could take an advantage of it. A known enemy is better than an unknown friend, and Nino didn’t have any clue what his new boss could do. He could be unpredictable, who knows, maybe he could kill him? The former photographer sighed and walked in the unknown direction, lost in thoughts.
Kazunari woke up in front of big hospital, the one that Aiba was in at that time. Why did he come here? He was standing in the same place he stood back then, staring at the same windows, feeling the same awkward pain in his chest.
- Damn you! - Nino cursed out loud and turned around; he wanted to go away. He wanted to be anywhere else but here…
- Ninomiya-san, long time no see… - That voice… Hoarse and familiar… The one that was yelling desperately in that shipyard… Those eyes… The ones that looked with pain at him, when they were talking about those photos. Those lips… The ones that kissed him that damn day…
- Aiba-san… Good afternoon… Are you… OK..? - Kazunari asked with quiet voice. He had to wait for the reply for a while; Masaki sighed and looked straight into his eyes.
- Officially I’m OK. But in fact there are still slight problems with my lungs. Too hot air in that shipyard. I’ll survive, but I have to be careful. You know… I didn’t tell this to Sho. I don’t want him to worry. - Former bartender laughed a bit - I think that this won’t ever change… You know why am I saying this to you? Because I am grateful. I can still be with Sho thanks to you.
Ninomiya was silent; he was surprised that Aiba was so talkative, but moreover he was mad at his own body and its reactions. Rapid heartbeat, pain in stomach and staring at this beautiful face… Finally he spoke, with a dry throat.
- I didn’t do anything. It was Sakurai-san who rescued you. - Kazunari unconsciously made few steps; probably he wanted to be closer to Masaki. When he had the ex-bartender almost at his fingertips, he stopped. What is he doing? Why does his body react in that way; like if it’s longing for the tall man’s touch.
- You did something more important: you saved Sho. And for that I will be grateful for the rest of my life. Ninomiya-san, are you OK? You look as if you have a fever…
- It’s nothing, I just…
- Just…?
- It’s complicated…
- Want to talk about it? I am a bartender, I can listen… It’s part of my job anyway.
- That’s not the best idea… Aiba-san… I saved Sakurai-san, and you, because I had a reason… The reason was you.
- What?
- I don’t understand it myself. Maybe I love you? - Nino laughed sadly. There, he said it. Did it make him feel better? Not at all. He just made sure that he doesn’t love Masaki. Then why he was feeling like that?
- Aiba-san… this may be sudden and extremely rude, but… can you kiss me? Like before, that time… Only once… I want to make sure that it’s nothing serious… Sorry that I asked… It’s stup… - Ninomiya didn’t manage to finish the sentence, because Masaki’s lips smashed his and flickering tongue invaded his mouth. This time the kiss was more intense and passionate; it didn’t last long though…
- That’s all I can give you…
- It seems that we won’t meet each other again… Thanks, you made me understand everything. Goodbye…
- Goodbye, Ninomiya-san. - Aiba smiled, waved and went to the car that just arrived. Probably Sakurai came to pick his lover … But that wasn’t important anymore…
Nino finally knew everything about his feelings. It was a relief, but it was also disturbing. If it wasn’t Aiba who drew him to Tokyo, then it had to be Jun. Kazunari confused the sympathy for the bartender with probable love for Matsumoto.
- Ninomiya Kazunari! You thought that you were in shit bag? It was a mistake… You are in one NOW… - he said to himself and started to walk. He had only one destination he could go - "Vivid". Somehow he had a feeling that he will meet the actor there.