{multichapter} tell me why (chapter 5) ; ryoda
TITLE: Tell Me Why (Chapter 5)
PAIRING: Nishikido Ryo x Ueda Tatsuya ; Yamashita Tomohisa x Ueda Tatsuya ; Akanishi Jin x Kamenashi Kazuya
RATING: NC17 (overall)
DISCLAIMER: Do not own. Title belongs to Taylor Swift.
GENRE: Angst, fluff, romance, violence, AU
WARNINGS: Violence.
NOTES: Requested by natsuki_suzu Originally posted HERE
SUMMARY: After a chance encounter at the supermarket, Ryo is intrigued by Tatsuya, and he is determined to find out more about the other. The more he discovers, the more he wants to protect him. After enlisting the help of his two closest friends, they set out to help Tatsuya.
“Will you two stop making out on my couch?!” Ryo screeched, and Kame and Jin sprang apart, sheepish looks on their faces. “I’ve told you before!”
“Sorry,” Kame said, cringing.
“I’m not blaming you,” Ryo said, glaring at Jin, who smirked and cocked an eyebrow.
“You’re just jealous,” he said, and sank back into the couch.
“I’m really not,” Ryo grimaced. “What’s that?” he asked, gesturing to the piece of crinkled paper on the table. His curiosity heightened as Jin shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. “Jin, what is it?”
“Here, just take it,” he mumbled, pushing the paper forward. Ryo reached for it, casting curious glances at Jin as he took it.
“’Sorry’?” Ryo read, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand it. “Where did you get this?”
“Uuh… from Ueda’s place,” Jin admitted, and it was Jin’s strangely serious face that stopped Ryo from saying anything else. “It was just sitting there… and it looked like it was important, so I just picked it up.”
“Do you think it’s from Yamashita?” Kame asked, peering over Ryo’s shoulder. Jin nodded.
“Who else would write a note with ‘sorry’ on it?” he said, standing up and snatching the note out of Ryo’s hands.
“True...” Kame looked over to Ryo, who was still quiet. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” Ryo sighed, sinking down on the couch next to Jin.
“This is all too confusing,” Jin sighed. “These people are confusing. Thankyou for thrusting us into their relationship,” he said sarcastically. Kame hit him over the head.
>>><<<
Ryo found himself staring at that note more than was necessary. Was Yamashita really sorry about what he did? Did he go to the hospital, and cry over the wounds he had inflicted to Ueda? Did he apologise to his face? Was he ever actually expecting the piece of paper to be found?
And what would he do if it was found? Would he hold Ueda in his arms and kiss his forehead, murmuring sweet lies into his ear?
Maybe Ryo was thinking too much. He was getting a headache. He scrunched the note up before throwing it out, giving it one final glance before turning his back to it.
Ueda had been texting him more and more over the course of the week. It would always bring a smile to his face, seeing a text from the other. He hoped that his responses would do the same. Ueda would send him nonsensical texts - messages about what he was eating, what he was watching on television, and sometimes just the weather.
It seemed, to Ryo, that Ueda was very, very bored at home. Are you bored? he wrote, after receiving a picture of a cloud shaped like a chicken.
Very, he responded seconds later.
Why? Ryo asked, not even bothering to hide his phone when his secretary walked in uninvited - as she always did - and placed a few files down on his desk. She smiled at him, and Ryo returned it. She was always nice, even when Ryo had his bad days. She left again, with the instruction that Yamamoto-san needed signatures on those files in an hour, and that's when Ryo's phone beeped again.
Because I can't go out >.<
Because of your boyfriend?
You got it! XD
You use too many emoticons.
>.< No I don't! :D
Yes, you do!
...>.>
Ryo laughed to himself. When will I see you again? he wrote cautiously, and it was some time before Ueda wrote back.
Whenever.
Whenever?
Stop texting me now. He's home.
Ryo felt his blood run cold. Hopefully Ueda was able to clear their text messages before Yamashita saw them. He sat there for a while, just staring at his phone, like he was able to see what was happening.
It still scared Ryo to know that Ueda had become so important to him in such a short amount of time. He barely knew him, but the thought of him - or anyone, really - being hurt by someone they loved angered him. And now, with Ueda... he felt like he could actually help him. He felt like he could save him, maybe. Maybe.
He often caught himself wondering if Yamashita was in a good mood that day. Or if Ueda had gone to bed with new bruises dotting his body.
But the next day, Ueda would wake him up with a text, a chirpy "good morning" bringing a smile onto Ryo's face. So Ryo would write back, hoping that if Ueda had a bad night that maybe his own text would make Ueda smile.
Some days were good, but others were... bad.
How are you today? Ryo texted. He had stopped being so cautious asking Ueda this. The reply came a few minutes later.
Not so good.
Eh?
My ribs hurt. So does my head.
Ryo stared at the text for a while, unsure of what to say. What was he meant to say? Suddenly, the usual sounds of the office felt suffocating, and he had to get out of there. Clutching the phone tightly in his hand, he waited until he was out in the sunshine again, the cool air making him feel a little better.
Is there anything I can do to help?
No.
Okay. Sorry. Ryo felt stupid. Of course there wasn't anything he could do. He walked over to a nearby bench, sitting down upon it and jumping when he realised he had another message from Ueda.
I'm sorry I snapped. I'll be fine. Thankyou for worrying ^^
Ryo felt relief wash over him when he saw the emoticon at the end of the sentence. He stared at the screen, writing and re-writing replies, but none of them were good enough, or seemed too insensitive. Eventually, though, he settled on Of course I was worried.
:D!
Ryo laughed to himself, before putting his phone away and taking a deep breath in. It was time to get back to work.
>>><<<
"I'm home," Tomohisa called, and Tatsuya smiled.
"You're home early," he said, wiping his hands on his apron before walking out of the kitchen, "I was just making dinner."
Tomohisa smiled, drawing him close and kissing him sweetly, sighing. "I missed you," he murmured.
"I know," Tatsuya said, looking deep into Tomohisa's eyes. He seemed to be okay today. Good. "I made your favourite dinner for tonight. Did you have a good day?"
Tomohisa grumbled a little as he dumped his suitcase onto a chair, following Tatsuya into the kitchen. "It was alright," he said, watching Tatsuya move around the kitchen. "The day is better now that I'm home, though."
Tatsuya smiled. "Of course," he said, grinning as he prepared their dinner. "It's because I'm here." Tomohisa laughed.
"True."
Tomohisa was in a good mood, and Tatsuya loved it. He was laughing, with that light in his eyes that he loved, his smile actually reaching his eyes for once. Their dinner was just spaghetti, but Tatsuya hadn't had fun like this in a while. Tomohisa kept dropping his spaghetti, leaving stains from the sauce on the tablecloth, and he would look up with wide eyes each time it happened, as if scared Tatsuya was going to scold him.
But Tatsuya just laughed, reaching over to hit him lightly over the head before really thinking about it. He shrunk back in his chair quickly, watching Tomohisa carefully, but Tomohisa just shook his head and laughed. Tatsuya felt like he was able to breathe again.
After dinner, Tatsuya cleaned the dishes as Tomohisa collapsed onto the couch with a heavy sigh. "I don't like work, Tatsuya," he shouted from the other room.
"I know," Tatsuya murmured to himself.
"Hey, can I check something on your phone?" Tatsuya froze.
"...What?"
"I've lost the number for that pet clinic across town, and I want to recommend it to Rina," he explained, coming back into the kitchen. "She thinks her puppy is sick."
"...Oh?" Tatsuya tried, with a shaky voice. His hands started moving again, scrubbing the dish with extra force. "Don't we have a magnet with the phone number on the fridge?"
Tomohisa clicked his tongue, searching around the kitchen for Tatsuya's phone. "No we don't, that's the pizza place."
"Oh. Right." Hopefully he had erased those messages from--- No. No, he hadn't. He was going to do it a few minutes before Tomohisa came home.
"Where's your phone?" he finally asked.
"In-- in the bedroom," Tatsuya answered, his heart racing. Tomohisa just nodded, and Tatsuya found himself counting the sounds of Tomohisa's footfalls on the stairs.
Fifteen. There were fifteen stairs. Wait a while as Tomohisa crossed the floor into the bedroom, another few moments as he looked for the phone.
Tatsuya counted twenty seconds before Tomohisa found it.
>>><<<
Ryo collapsed onto his couch when he got home that night, throwing an arm up over his eyes and groaning. His house was dark - he hadn't even bothered to turn the lights on - and his kitchen smelt a little from the garbage he was meant to throw out yesterday. His head was pounding and he had a massive ink stain on his shirt where his pen had decided to leak.
Today just wasn't his day.
"No," he grumbled, as the phone started ringing. "No, I don't want to answer you."
But his phone kept ringing. "Ugh, fine. If this is just a telemarketer, I'm going to scream." Ryo somehow managed to worm his phone out from his pocket, and flipped it open. "I don't want any free holiday to New Zealand--"
"Nishikido," a voice panted, and Ryo sat up.
"Who is this?"
The voice on the other end didn't answer."Can you hear him?"
"What are you talking about?" Ryo asked, but he could hear sounds in the background, fuzzy and uncertain and wait-- what was that. "What was--"
"Can you hear him?" the voice asked again, and Ryo felt his stomach drop.
"Yamashita--?"
"He's pathetic," Yamashita spat, and Ryo leapt to his feet. "He's crying, Nishikido, can't you hear him?"
"What have you done?" Ryo shouted, vision clouding with anger. He couldn't see anything - every fibre of his being was focused on listening to the muffled sounds. "What's going on?"
Yamashita laughed a little breathlessly. "Listen," he said, shifting the phone around.
Ryo was halfway to the door when he heard it, and stopped dead.
"Nishikido--"
It was Ueda.
"Ueda? What's wrong? What's he doing? Is everything okay?" Ryo asked quickly, feeling the panic rise. "Ueda? Are you still there?"
"Stop--"
"He's calling for you, Nishikido,” Yamashita whispered sourly. “Even when I’m with him, like this--”
“What are you doing to Ueda?!” Ryo roared into the phone, but the line had been cut, the dial tone echoing in his ear, almost deafening.
Ryo’s hands were shaking as he ran a hand through his hair before dialling Jin’s number.
“Yo, Ryo, I was just about to call y--”
“Jin, I think... I think Ueda’s in trouble,” Ryo explained, his voice cracking as he tried to stand still.
“Are you sure? Be--”
“Yes, of course I’m fucking sure, his psycho boyfriend just rang me,” he spat, and Jin went quiet. "I think... I think he's raping him."
End of chapter 5
PAIRING: Nishikido Ryo x Ueda Tatsuya ; Yamashita Tomohisa x Ueda Tatsuya ; Akanishi Jin x Kamenashi Kazuya
RATING: NC17 (overall)
DISCLAIMER: Do not own. Title belongs to Taylor Swift.
GENRE: Angst, fluff, romance, violence, AU
WARNINGS: Violence.
NOTES: Requested by natsuki_suzu Originally posted HERE
SUMMARY: After a chance encounter at the supermarket, Ryo is intrigued by Tatsuya, and he is determined to find out more about the other. The more he discovers, the more he wants to protect him. After enlisting the help of his two closest friends, they set out to help Tatsuya.
“Will you two stop making out on my couch?!” Ryo screeched, and Kame and Jin sprang apart, sheepish looks on their faces. “I’ve told you before!”
“Sorry,” Kame said, cringing.
“I’m not blaming you,” Ryo said, glaring at Jin, who smirked and cocked an eyebrow.
“You’re just jealous,” he said, and sank back into the couch.
“I’m really not,” Ryo grimaced. “What’s that?” he asked, gesturing to the piece of crinkled paper on the table. His curiosity heightened as Jin shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. “Jin, what is it?”
“Here, just take it,” he mumbled, pushing the paper forward. Ryo reached for it, casting curious glances at Jin as he took it.
“’Sorry’?” Ryo read, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand it. “Where did you get this?”
“Uuh… from Ueda’s place,” Jin admitted, and it was Jin’s strangely serious face that stopped Ryo from saying anything else. “It was just sitting there… and it looked like it was important, so I just picked it up.”
“Do you think it’s from Yamashita?” Kame asked, peering over Ryo’s shoulder. Jin nodded.
“Who else would write a note with ‘sorry’ on it?” he said, standing up and snatching the note out of Ryo’s hands.
“True...” Kame looked over to Ryo, who was still quiet. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” Ryo sighed, sinking down on the couch next to Jin.
“This is all too confusing,” Jin sighed. “These people are confusing. Thankyou for thrusting us into their relationship,” he said sarcastically. Kame hit him over the head.
>>><<<
Ryo found himself staring at that note more than was necessary. Was Yamashita really sorry about what he did? Did he go to the hospital, and cry over the wounds he had inflicted to Ueda? Did he apologise to his face? Was he ever actually expecting the piece of paper to be found?
And what would he do if it was found? Would he hold Ueda in his arms and kiss his forehead, murmuring sweet lies into his ear?
Maybe Ryo was thinking too much. He was getting a headache. He scrunched the note up before throwing it out, giving it one final glance before turning his back to it.
Ueda had been texting him more and more over the course of the week. It would always bring a smile to his face, seeing a text from the other. He hoped that his responses would do the same. Ueda would send him nonsensical texts - messages about what he was eating, what he was watching on television, and sometimes just the weather.
It seemed, to Ryo, that Ueda was very, very bored at home. Are you bored? he wrote, after receiving a picture of a cloud shaped like a chicken.
Very, he responded seconds later.
Why? Ryo asked, not even bothering to hide his phone when his secretary walked in uninvited - as she always did - and placed a few files down on his desk. She smiled at him, and Ryo returned it. She was always nice, even when Ryo had his bad days. She left again, with the instruction that Yamamoto-san needed signatures on those files in an hour, and that's when Ryo's phone beeped again.
Because I can't go out >.<
Because of your boyfriend?
You got it! XD
You use too many emoticons.
>.< No I don't! :D
Yes, you do!
...>.>
Ryo laughed to himself. When will I see you again? he wrote cautiously, and it was some time before Ueda wrote back.
Whenever.
Whenever?
Stop texting me now. He's home.
Ryo felt his blood run cold. Hopefully Ueda was able to clear their text messages before Yamashita saw them. He sat there for a while, just staring at his phone, like he was able to see what was happening.
It still scared Ryo to know that Ueda had become so important to him in such a short amount of time. He barely knew him, but the thought of him - or anyone, really - being hurt by someone they loved angered him. And now, with Ueda... he felt like he could actually help him. He felt like he could save him, maybe. Maybe.
He often caught himself wondering if Yamashita was in a good mood that day. Or if Ueda had gone to bed with new bruises dotting his body.
But the next day, Ueda would wake him up with a text, a chirpy "good morning" bringing a smile onto Ryo's face. So Ryo would write back, hoping that if Ueda had a bad night that maybe his own text would make Ueda smile.
Some days were good, but others were... bad.
How are you today? Ryo texted. He had stopped being so cautious asking Ueda this. The reply came a few minutes later.
Not so good.
Eh?
My ribs hurt. So does my head.
Ryo stared at the text for a while, unsure of what to say. What was he meant to say? Suddenly, the usual sounds of the office felt suffocating, and he had to get out of there. Clutching the phone tightly in his hand, he waited until he was out in the sunshine again, the cool air making him feel a little better.
Is there anything I can do to help?
No.
Okay. Sorry. Ryo felt stupid. Of course there wasn't anything he could do. He walked over to a nearby bench, sitting down upon it and jumping when he realised he had another message from Ueda.
I'm sorry I snapped. I'll be fine. Thankyou for worrying ^^
Ryo felt relief wash over him when he saw the emoticon at the end of the sentence. He stared at the screen, writing and re-writing replies, but none of them were good enough, or seemed too insensitive. Eventually, though, he settled on Of course I was worried.
:D!
Ryo laughed to himself, before putting his phone away and taking a deep breath in. It was time to get back to work.
>>><<<
"I'm home," Tomohisa called, and Tatsuya smiled.
"You're home early," he said, wiping his hands on his apron before walking out of the kitchen, "I was just making dinner."
Tomohisa smiled, drawing him close and kissing him sweetly, sighing. "I missed you," he murmured.
"I know," Tatsuya said, looking deep into Tomohisa's eyes. He seemed to be okay today. Good. "I made your favourite dinner for tonight. Did you have a good day?"
Tomohisa grumbled a little as he dumped his suitcase onto a chair, following Tatsuya into the kitchen. "It was alright," he said, watching Tatsuya move around the kitchen. "The day is better now that I'm home, though."
Tatsuya smiled. "Of course," he said, grinning as he prepared their dinner. "It's because I'm here." Tomohisa laughed.
"True."
Tomohisa was in a good mood, and Tatsuya loved it. He was laughing, with that light in his eyes that he loved, his smile actually reaching his eyes for once. Their dinner was just spaghetti, but Tatsuya hadn't had fun like this in a while. Tomohisa kept dropping his spaghetti, leaving stains from the sauce on the tablecloth, and he would look up with wide eyes each time it happened, as if scared Tatsuya was going to scold him.
But Tatsuya just laughed, reaching over to hit him lightly over the head before really thinking about it. He shrunk back in his chair quickly, watching Tomohisa carefully, but Tomohisa just shook his head and laughed. Tatsuya felt like he was able to breathe again.
After dinner, Tatsuya cleaned the dishes as Tomohisa collapsed onto the couch with a heavy sigh. "I don't like work, Tatsuya," he shouted from the other room.
"I know," Tatsuya murmured to himself.
"Hey, can I check something on your phone?" Tatsuya froze.
"...What?"
"I've lost the number for that pet clinic across town, and I want to recommend it to Rina," he explained, coming back into the kitchen. "She thinks her puppy is sick."
"...Oh?" Tatsuya tried, with a shaky voice. His hands started moving again, scrubbing the dish with extra force. "Don't we have a magnet with the phone number on the fridge?"
Tomohisa clicked his tongue, searching around the kitchen for Tatsuya's phone. "No we don't, that's the pizza place."
"Oh. Right." Hopefully he had erased those messages from--- No. No, he hadn't. He was going to do it a few minutes before Tomohisa came home.
"Where's your phone?" he finally asked.
"In-- in the bedroom," Tatsuya answered, his heart racing. Tomohisa just nodded, and Tatsuya found himself counting the sounds of Tomohisa's footfalls on the stairs.
Fifteen. There were fifteen stairs. Wait a while as Tomohisa crossed the floor into the bedroom, another few moments as he looked for the phone.
Tatsuya counted twenty seconds before Tomohisa found it.
>>><<<
Ryo collapsed onto his couch when he got home that night, throwing an arm up over his eyes and groaning. His house was dark - he hadn't even bothered to turn the lights on - and his kitchen smelt a little from the garbage he was meant to throw out yesterday. His head was pounding and he had a massive ink stain on his shirt where his pen had decided to leak.
Today just wasn't his day.
"No," he grumbled, as the phone started ringing. "No, I don't want to answer you."
But his phone kept ringing. "Ugh, fine. If this is just a telemarketer, I'm going to scream." Ryo somehow managed to worm his phone out from his pocket, and flipped it open. "I don't want any free holiday to New Zealand--"
"Nishikido," a voice panted, and Ryo sat up.
"Who is this?"
The voice on the other end didn't answer."Can you hear him?"
"What are you talking about?" Ryo asked, but he could hear sounds in the background, fuzzy and uncertain and wait-- what was that. "What was--"
"Can you hear him?" the voice asked again, and Ryo felt his stomach drop.
"Yamashita--?"
"He's pathetic," Yamashita spat, and Ryo leapt to his feet. "He's crying, Nishikido, can't you hear him?"
"What have you done?" Ryo shouted, vision clouding with anger. He couldn't see anything - every fibre of his being was focused on listening to the muffled sounds. "What's going on?"
Yamashita laughed a little breathlessly. "Listen," he said, shifting the phone around.
Ryo was halfway to the door when he heard it, and stopped dead.
"Nishikido--"
It was Ueda.
"Ueda? What's wrong? What's he doing? Is everything okay?" Ryo asked quickly, feeling the panic rise. "Ueda? Are you still there?"
"Stop--"
"He's calling for you, Nishikido,” Yamashita whispered sourly. “Even when I’m with him, like this--”
“What are you doing to Ueda?!” Ryo roared into the phone, but the line had been cut, the dial tone echoing in his ear, almost deafening.
Ryo’s hands were shaking as he ran a hand through his hair before dialling Jin’s number.
“Yo, Ryo, I was just about to call y--”
“Jin, I think... I think Ueda’s in trouble,” Ryo explained, his voice cracking as he tried to stand still.
“Are you sure? Be--”
“Yes, of course I’m fucking sure, his psycho boyfriend just rang me,” he spat, and Jin went quiet. "I think... I think he's raping him."
End of chapter 5