hanafurirou book 1, chapter 1, sixth scene
...And as my odd mood continues, more Hanafurirou gets translated. ^_^; The super productive translation period has worn off (I have three scanlation scripts in proofreading at the moment ^_^), but I'm still in a Japanese! type mood. ^_^; And, well, this next scene is rather interesting, since it's one of the few scenes in the book not told from Fuki's point of view.
So here we go, the continuation of Fuki and Ouichirou's flight from Fuki's fate at Hanafurirou...
"What hospital did you say again?"
"...The Memorial Hospital. The one in the city." Ouichirou said, giving a random answer to the driver's question.
"Ahh, I think I've heard of it. My sister got married somewhere around there. I could take you all the way there, you know."
After things at the station, the boys had made their way to the highway and hitched a ride with a passing truck.
The station, which was within walking distance, was probably being watched. At this time of night there were no taxis out and about, and if Hirotsugu had been thorough, it was too dangerous to call for a cab. This had been the best way to get away from area before dawn.
"...You runaways?"
When suspected of being runaways, they had told the driver a story about being brothers trying to get to Hiroshima as fast as possible to see their grandfather, who was on his deathbed.
While they were running from the station to the highway, Fuki had twisted his ankle. He said he was all right, but his feet were blistered as well, and Ouichirou had decided that he would have to get medicine and a compress for Fuki as soon as the drugstores opened for the day.
"...I'm more worried about you." Fuki had said.
Fuki had bound the wound on Ouichirou's chest with a towel. If he had his coat on, it didn't stand out very much in the dark. His coat was torn and stained with blood as well, but it seemed the driver hadn't noticed because it was a black coat.
Fuki had been touching Ouichirou's left hand worriedly the entire time, but now he was asleep, leaning against Ouichirou and breathing softly. Ouichirou had his arm around Fuki's shoulders.
Fuki was cute.
When it came to the way things had been with Fuki since they were children... while he found Fuki's innocent, spoiled attachment to him to be cute, it had often annoyed him as well. To Fuki he was both a playmate who was like an older brother and a servant at the same time, and probably a very convenient person to have around in general. He couldn't remember how many times he had had his pride hurt by Fuki's selfishness that almost seemed to be testing him.
Even so, he was drawn to Fuki.
It wasn't because he wasn't in a position to go against Fuki that he always did as Fuki said even as he was shocked at the selfishness and thinking cynical thoughts to himself when Fuki ordered him around despite being younger. It was because Fuki was cute.
They had all known that Ouichirou was the son of a yakuza back where he grew up. Even worse than that, he had a sinister look about him and wasn't a very sociable child. He was the kind who fought back when someone picked a fight, so he was always getting into trouble. Everyone, his classmates and even his teachers, avoided him.
But Fuki...
Fuki had attached himself to Ouichirou right away.
He hadn't been afraid of Ouichirou, who could only show stiff expressions. Not only that, but when treated badly, he hadn't tried to get away. Ouichirou just couldn't understand how Fuki could continue to try to get close to someone who was so cold to him. If Ouichirou had been in Fuki's place, he never could have done it.
Even as he gazed on Fuki coolly and thought that this must be someone who's never known hardships, he found it somewhat comforting. As he continued to pretend to pull away even though he was being ordered around, he found himself looking forward to Fuki's adorable selfishness.
But just when had that started to make him feel sexual attraction toward Fuki?
Fuki's childish pleas to sleep in the same bed had sounded like he was coming on to Ouichirou. He had had to desperately stop himself when he found himself unconsciously reaching out to touch the defenseless shape sleeping next to him. He had even kissed Fuki while he was sleeping before. It had felt like he would end up tearing Fuki apart if he stayed near him any longer.
And he when he realized those feelings, they disgusted him. He didn't want to admit it. He felt like he would have lost if he admitted that he liked Fuki. It wouldn't be that he was drawn to Fuki, but that he was just trying to satisfy his lust.
When Ouichirou had tried to avoid him, that had only made Fuki try to bind him even more. And when he had started being cruel, Fuki had wilted sadly. After he made it so they rarely saw each other, whenever saw Fuki from far away, he could tell that Fuki's eyes were following his every move.
He felt sorry for Fuki, but at the same time it only made him feel unbearably excited. So excited that even he thought it was strange.
But the deceit he had wrapped around himself was blown away the moment he heard that Fuki was being sold to a brothel.
He didn't want to let another person have Fuki. He'd rather die than let that happen. He couldn't let another man sleep with Fuki.
He had to stop it. And if he couldn't do that, then he had no choice but to run off with him. Even if Fuki said no, he would force him to run away with him.
While brooding about it like crazy, Ouichirou realized his feelings for Fuki without a doubt.
He hadn't come to Nagatsuma today because he had been asked to do something.
He had come to see Fuki.
So here we go, the continuation of Fuki and Ouichirou's flight from Fuki's fate at Hanafurirou...
"What hospital did you say again?"
"...The Memorial Hospital. The one in the city." Ouichirou said, giving a random answer to the driver's question.
"Ahh, I think I've heard of it. My sister got married somewhere around there. I could take you all the way there, you know."
After things at the station, the boys had made their way to the highway and hitched a ride with a passing truck.
The station, which was within walking distance, was probably being watched. At this time of night there were no taxis out and about, and if Hirotsugu had been thorough, it was too dangerous to call for a cab. This had been the best way to get away from area before dawn.
"...You runaways?"
When suspected of being runaways, they had told the driver a story about being brothers trying to get to Hiroshima as fast as possible to see their grandfather, who was on his deathbed.
While they were running from the station to the highway, Fuki had twisted his ankle. He said he was all right, but his feet were blistered as well, and Ouichirou had decided that he would have to get medicine and a compress for Fuki as soon as the drugstores opened for the day.
"...I'm more worried about you." Fuki had said.
Fuki had bound the wound on Ouichirou's chest with a towel. If he had his coat on, it didn't stand out very much in the dark. His coat was torn and stained with blood as well, but it seemed the driver hadn't noticed because it was a black coat.
Fuki had been touching Ouichirou's left hand worriedly the entire time, but now he was asleep, leaning against Ouichirou and breathing softly. Ouichirou had his arm around Fuki's shoulders.
Fuki was cute.
When it came to the way things had been with Fuki since they were children... while he found Fuki's innocent, spoiled attachment to him to be cute, it had often annoyed him as well. To Fuki he was both a playmate who was like an older brother and a servant at the same time, and probably a very convenient person to have around in general. He couldn't remember how many times he had had his pride hurt by Fuki's selfishness that almost seemed to be testing him.
Even so, he was drawn to Fuki.
It wasn't because he wasn't in a position to go against Fuki that he always did as Fuki said even as he was shocked at the selfishness and thinking cynical thoughts to himself when Fuki ordered him around despite being younger. It was because Fuki was cute.
They had all known that Ouichirou was the son of a yakuza back where he grew up. Even worse than that, he had a sinister look about him and wasn't a very sociable child. He was the kind who fought back when someone picked a fight, so he was always getting into trouble. Everyone, his classmates and even his teachers, avoided him.
But Fuki...
Fuki had attached himself to Ouichirou right away.
He hadn't been afraid of Ouichirou, who could only show stiff expressions. Not only that, but when treated badly, he hadn't tried to get away. Ouichirou just couldn't understand how Fuki could continue to try to get close to someone who was so cold to him. If Ouichirou had been in Fuki's place, he never could have done it.
Even as he gazed on Fuki coolly and thought that this must be someone who's never known hardships, he found it somewhat comforting. As he continued to pretend to pull away even though he was being ordered around, he found himself looking forward to Fuki's adorable selfishness.
But just when had that started to make him feel sexual attraction toward Fuki?
Fuki's childish pleas to sleep in the same bed had sounded like he was coming on to Ouichirou. He had had to desperately stop himself when he found himself unconsciously reaching out to touch the defenseless shape sleeping next to him. He had even kissed Fuki while he was sleeping before. It had felt like he would end up tearing Fuki apart if he stayed near him any longer.
And he when he realized those feelings, they disgusted him. He didn't want to admit it. He felt like he would have lost if he admitted that he liked Fuki. It wouldn't be that he was drawn to Fuki, but that he was just trying to satisfy his lust.
When Ouichirou had tried to avoid him, that had only made Fuki try to bind him even more. And when he had started being cruel, Fuki had wilted sadly. After he made it so they rarely saw each other, whenever saw Fuki from far away, he could tell that Fuki's eyes were following his every move.
He felt sorry for Fuki, but at the same time it only made him feel unbearably excited. So excited that even he thought it was strange.
But the deceit he had wrapped around himself was blown away the moment he heard that Fuki was being sold to a brothel.
He didn't want to let another person have Fuki. He'd rather die than let that happen. He couldn't let another man sleep with Fuki.
He had to stop it. And if he couldn't do that, then he had no choice but to run off with him. Even if Fuki said no, he would force him to run away with him.
While brooding about it like crazy, Ouichirou realized his feelings for Fuki without a doubt.
He hadn't come to Nagatsuma today because he had been asked to do something.
He had come to see Fuki.