[fic] What a chance - Reita/Ruki - 8
Finally the sunny, warm summer days came.
Takanori had never been so happy to feel the hot weather dry all of his energy up and make him weak, sticky and dizzy. Summer days meant the end of a long, troublesome school year for a lot of students, but in his case it meant so much more. Just thinking about the prospective that summer would bring made him feel jumpy. He had his chance, finally.
He wasn’t one of those fools who run away from home with their crush dismissing every reasonable doubt saying ”we’ll live off love”. Yeah, like love’d pay your bills ¬_¬’’ . Most of the time those silly people came back home after a month or two with their tails between their legs, begging their parents to take them back home and forgive them.
That wasn’t the case. He had thought carefully about his choice: his original plan was to finish the school firstly, then move to Tokyo to find a job and some band mates to take his chances in the world of music. But then he met Akira and they began to work together and he loved what they created: every sheets and lyrics they did encouraged him greatly and also listening to the melodies the other guys in Tokyo sent them... he felt so proud and impatient to finally put everyone’s efforts together and finally listen to THEIR songs. Obviously love was an important side of the new project, but it had nothing to do with it in the first place, it happened by chance.
Takanori was thinking about all those things as he waited for his boyfriend at the school’s gates, he looked around at the sad building thinking that he’d hardly miss that place. Then he spotted a group of well known guys that was coming toward him and his mind brought back memories of his first day there. The most arrogant one, that walked before the others, caught him staring and glared evilly back at him. Takanori just chuckled, shaking his head. Wasn’t he tired of being angry at him?? Just because he talked back. Ok, so maybe even because he beat the crap out of him, but months had passed since that day, MONTHS. Thinking about it he hadn’t got in a fight since the day Akira found him on the dusty ground of the schoolyard. he though, laughing at himself.
“You know... laughing by yourself is not a good sign for your mental health U_U”
“Since when you are so hilarious, Suzuki??”
He gasped exaggeratingly: “Is it sarcasm that I perceive in your voice, Matsumoto??” he said in an indignant voice. “And here I thought you loved me.. I’m hurt” he said pouting, crossing his arms over his chest.
Takanori just looked at him, raising an eyebrow, before he couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore.
“XD Let’s go, you drama queen” said Takanori with amusement. Akira swung his bag over his shoulder and leaned a bent arm on Takanori’s shoulder. The image of coolness U_U. They walked like that, chatting for a bit and then falling into a comfortable silence, until Akira noticed that right then the streets they were walking were empty. No one was around, apart from a luxurious car with obscured windows parked in a parking lot nearby. Smirking at the sudden idea that came to his mind he pulled at Takanori’s elbow and pushed him in a smaller street between two buildings they had just passed. He pinned the smaller one against the wall hearing him squeak in surprise at the sudden action. Akira put his hands at each side of his head and looked at him with a playful expression.
“Suzuki... what are you doing?” Takanori asked, amusedly, trying not to smile back at his boyfriend.
“I want a kiss.. you haven’t kiss me since last night and now I really really want one. U_U “ he complained.
“Akira... come on, don’t be silly... we can’t do it here”. The situation really amused Takanori.
“Just one D: please >_< just one tiny tiny tiny kiss ^3^ “ he pleaded pursing his lips playfully.
“XD You are such a dork” he said laughing, then sighed and kissed Akira’s lips “Here.. happy now??”
“Mmmm not really” Akira sighed against his neck, wounding his arms around his waist lovingly “Now I’ll take you home, will you play a bit more with me??” he purred in his ear.
Takanori bit his lower lip, trying not to moan, instead he couldn’t help a huge, devilish smirk as an idea popped in his evil mind. As he felt Akira stepping back he put his hands on his chest and pushed roughly the other against the opposite wall, leaning all off his weight against Akira so he couldn’t move. He looked into his (really) surprised eyes, his smirk never leaving his lips as he leaned closer and let his pink tongue poke out to lap at Akira’s parted lips. He looked again at him and blushed deeply at the look he received. Akira’s eyes were dark with desire, and Takanori felt like he was playing with something dangerous, as he could see what the other wanted to do to him, things that’d make him feel so good. He wasn’t really surprised to wish that he'd realize those things.
“You are so sexy when you do that” Akira said with a groan.
“When I do what?” he asked innocently before leaning in, their lips so close that when he licked his own lips his tongue brushed against Akira’s lips.
“You are so mean, tiger” he said in a low voice against his ear, making Takanori shudder.
“Me??? Oh, then I’ll have to prove you’re wrong... let’s go home and I’ll show you how generous I can be” he murmured the last part, his eyes glued to Akira’s, a seductive glimpse shining clearly in them. He took a step back, their eyes still connected as he took his love’s hand and pulled him away from the wall, and then out on the main street, hurrying home.
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It was another sunset.
Lately they spent a lot of time watching the sunset. They stayed there, near the lake, hidden behind the first row of trees, talking about the new house, the trip to Tokyo, their songs. Sometimes Akira brought his bass with him and played as he listen to Takanori sing quietly the new lyrics he was writing.
He loved the atmosphere, he loved watching Takanori singing, he loved how he blushed every time he noticed he was starring and he loved how he crawled to him and set himself between his legs, hiding his face in his neck, inhaling deeply, placing a warm hand on his chest and snuggling closer. He also loved the soft, content hum hereceived as he embraced him with his arms and kissed his head.
In that calm, peaceful atmosphere Takanori surprised himself with thinking a lot about his past and the years he had spent in that place. He smiled somehow bitterly: he’d never imagined that he‘d enjoy a sunset there, let alone in someone else’s arms.
In that moment though something was wrong. Akira noticed the way he was looking at the sky, the pink and orange light reflecting in his brown eyes. He was sad. He stayed silent all afternoon, giving few nods and hums in response. Akira was getting worried and he was about to reach for Takanori’s arm to pull him closer, but:
“So.. just a bit more than a week, ne?” Takanori said slowly.
“Yeah” Akira replied carefully, giving a small smile as Takanori settled himself in his lap as usual. “Hey.. what’s wrong?” he asked quietly stroking and kissing the blonde’s hair.
“I… I haven’t told anything to my folks yet..” he replied hesitantly.
“..Taka.. I know it’s difficult, but.. you can’t just leave like that”
“I know” he murmured shamefully.
“You want me to be with you when you tell them?” Akira asked gently.
“No, I think that this is something I have to do on my own. Just… keep you nearby” he replied, hugging him for dear life.
Akira chuckled and hugged back as tightly “Sure”. A calming silence felt between them and Akira knew that Takanori needed nothing else but to be held and to feel Akira close, so he waited for him to speak again.
“Aki… he won’t understand..” he said a bit panicky.
“Probably he won’t... but... he’s your father after all. Maybe if you make him understand that this is important for you… give him a chance” he said calmly, before placing a kiss on his beloved’s neck.
“I’m fucking nervous, and scared and I hate it” he said snuggling more.
“I know, tiger, but you have to do this.. just try to calm down... be a good kid and don’t be aggressive, don’t answer back either.. the worst he can do is lock up in your room for the rest of your life? Then I’ll come to rescue you” he said in a proud tone, making Takanori giggle.
“Just don’t put on some azure tights”
Akira made gagging sound at the idea and they both burst out laughing. They smiled and hugged each other again.
“I love you, Aki.”
“I love you too, tiger.” another kiss on his neck “so really much”.
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Hours later
Takanori just had the time to close the door that:
“Takanori, come here!” came his father’s voice.
“What is it?” he asked, trying to remain calm even if he felt like shaking in nervousness.
“You know... I had a very nice chat with Yuki-san today. She told me something interesting”
“Oh... good I guess” he replied, not really knowing if it was a good thing.
“She told me that she saw you and your friend, Suzuki-kun, coming back home from school a few days ago”
“Wow... that’s really something interesting...” he started sarcastically, but he remembered what Akira told him earlier about being a good kid and gaining a bit of courage at the thought of his beloved he continued calmly “Dad we always come back here after school, together.”
“Oh I know... in fact I was wondering what you guys always do here, in your room.”
“We play most of the time” he couldn’t understand his father’s point. There was no way that he saw them kissing or whatever: they had always been careful when they wanted to make out.. Takanori knew all to well how prying that woman could be, but he still didn’t understand what she’d told his father.
“Takanori, I’m losing my patience... I want to know exactly what kind of relationship is going on between you and that guy.” Mastumoto-san raised his voice, obviously thinking that his son was playing dumb.
Takanori was taken aback with that question... maybe they did something wrong after all. But he wasn’t sure that his father had proofs about it, maybe he just wanted him to confess, so he decided to take time:
“I don’t understand what your point is”
“Just reply, Takanori” he hissed.
“We are good friends” he said slowly.
“Fine... friends... sure... so are you used to kissing your friends? Male friends?”
“What?” ok, now he was really worried, and he didn’t like where this was heading.
“TAKANORI, STOP PLAYING!! I KNOW EVERYTHING: I KNOW THAT YOU ARE A LITTLE INGRATE FAGGOT AND YOU AND THAT SUZUKI ARE TOGETHER. HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO YOUR PARENTS??? HAVE YOU NO SHAME AT ALL?????”
“…”
“Tell me it’s his fault… it has to be like that, ne?? You were corrupted by that distorted guy. I can understand it, you are young and naïve.. maybe he told you that this is normal or maybe he’s blackmailing you and you, poor thing, don’t have the courage and the strength to rise against him. I know it’s like that, it has to be like that and if it is so I’ll forgive you, Takanori, just admit it.
I’d never let that dirty brat enter my house neither let you hang out with that disgusting bitch...”
“DON’T YOU DARE!!” he had enough.
“…”
“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT AKIRA LIKE THAT. HE’S THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED IN MY LIFE AND I WON’T LET YOU INSULT HIM LIKE THAT”
“HAVE YOU GONE TOTALLY INSANE, TAKANORI??? ARE YOU LISTENING TO YOURSELF??? HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE WHAT HE DID TO YOU?? RISE AGAINST YOUR OWN FATHER..”
“MY FATHER??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME???TELL ME ONE THING, JUST ONE FUCKING THING THAT ACTUALLY MAKE YOU MY FATHER, APART FROM MAKING YOUR WIFE PREGNANT.”
*SLAP* “I WON’T TOLERATE YOUR INGRATE BEHAVIOUR ANYMORE… YOU ARE JUST A STUPID BRAT. I SAW YOU.. YOU AND THAT.. THAT GUY.. WHERE ARE YOU GOING???”
“To pack my stuff, I won’t stay here a moment longer”
As he turned to leave the room and go toward the stairs his mother, who was just coming back home from work, saw his swollen cheek.
“Takanori, what happened to you??” she asked, worried.
“Ask dad” he said bitterly, leaving.
As he entered his room he heard his parents talking, but he didn’t want to listen to them, he really had had enough. He began to gather his things and brought a few suitcases as he suddenly heard the front door opening, then shouting close and someone walking up the stairs.
“Takanori?” Matsumoto san stopped at the door.
“What?” he asked there, without turning around.
“Is it true? You and Akira-kun... are you two together??”
Takanori stopped what he was doing and turned around, looking at her in the eyes.
“Yes” he replied without hesitation.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked after a deep sigh.
“I’m leaving to Tokyo with him”
“WHAT????”
“Tonight I was going to tell you that as soon as school ends Akira and I will move to Tokyo. We have a band and we wrote a few songs, we can do it, mum, and I won’t give up just because of you two.”
“Takanori...” she sighed deeply “What if this doesn’t work?? What if you and Akira break up??”
“Then I’ll stay there and I’ll find a work. Mum you know that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself and you also know that I hate this place and I was planning to leave anyway. I’m really determinate about this, I’m scared as hell, but I want to do it. Now you can help me bring my stuff to Akira’s or you can leave” he said desperately praying that she’d understand.
Mastumoto-san was really shocked, she didn’t know what to do, but at last she said slowly:
“O-okay I’ll give you a ride. I’ll wait for you downstairs” she said hesitantly.
Takanori looked at her back as she left and sighed, disconsolate. He took his phone from his pocket and dialled a number:
“Hello?” Quickly replied the voice on the other end.
“Aki... it’s me” he said quietly.
“Tiger... how did it go?” he asked worried.
“Like shit.. I just want to go away from here now”
“Are you okay?”
“Not really” he admitted.
“Ok, I’ll come to pick you up” he said determinate.
“No, no need: I’m packing my stuff right now and mum’ll give me a ride to your place. Is Suzuki-san already gone?”
“Yeah, when I came back this afternoon she was already gone”
“Good. So I can stay with you until we leave, ne??” he asked biting his lower lip.
“That’s something you shouldn’t even ask” Akira said with a sweet tone.
“You are the best.”
They both chuckled.
“Tiger, if you need anything just call me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Hey, are you hungry? I’ll get us something to eat and we can watch a movie or do whatever you want...” Akira’s rambling was interrupted by Takanori’s laughter.
“ Thank you, Akira” he said sincerely, appreciating the way the other was trying to make him feel better.
Akira smiled on the other end of the telephone: “Yeah... hurry up”
“See you in a bit.”
They said bye to each other and ended the call.
Takanori packed his stuff as fast as he could, looking for all of his things around the room. He filled a few suitcases and bags and then he began to bring everything in the car. He went into his room again, checking to see that he took everything and looked at his drums melancholically. He couldn’t bring them with him, at least not now, he had to leave them there. Not that he’d use them in Tokyo since he was the vocalist of the new band, still, he loved his drums and he’d miss them a lot.
Sighing deeply he looked at them one last time and then went out of his room, closing the door. He went downstairs and outside, toward the car, where Mastumoto-san was already waiting for him, a strange expression on her face. The ride was silent, Takanori wanted to say something, he truly, desperately wanted to say something to his mother, but he just couldn’t find any words that seemed right and when the car stopped before the familiar house it was too late. He emptied the car truck and then:
“Takanori.” Mastumoto-san called to him anxiously “Is there anything I can say to make you change your mind??”
“No.” he replied quietly, looking at her.
“Couldn’t you at least finish school?”
“I’d just waste my time”
Mastumoto-san was about to say something, but Takanori stopped her: “Mum, listen, I know that you don’t approve my choice, but… let me try, please! I love you and I don’t want to hurt you, but understand that I need to do this.” They looked at each other for a moment “Please don’t hate me”
She looked at her son’s pleading eyes and torn apart from sadness, anxiousness, worry and anger she said: “Takanori, I... this is happening too quickly... I’d like you to fix things with your father and to give me some more time to get used to this situation, I don’t even understand how I feel at the moment.”
“I’m sorry.” Takanori said, lowering his eyes to the ground. He hated doing this to the a person he loved really much, but a decision was taken and he didn’t intend to give up now.
“I’ll miss you, Takanori”
The guy lifted his gaze and looked at his mother that was smiling sadly at him. He was about to say that of course he’ll miss her too, but she didn’t give him the time: “ It’s better if I go now, your father’d come back home any moment.”
“Sure, goodbye then” he said sadder and more disappointed than ever.
He looked at her getting in the car and then leave, his heart broken as he saw a tear rolling down her cheek.
He sighed and passed his fingers over his blond locks, closing his eyes, breathing deeply, trying to calm down the mess of feelings inside himself. He mustered up his courage and he dragged himself toward the door of Akira’s house. He ringed the doorbell and a few second later the blonde guy opened the door, greeting him with a smile, that was soon dismissed as he noticed Takanori’s expression. He was about to say something, but:
“Can you help me bringing those things inside?” he asked, without looking him in the eyes.
“Sure.” he murmured sadly in reply.
They spent a few minutes moving Takanori’s stuff inside without speaking, then the little blonde just stood there in the middle of the living room, too devastated and confused to do anything. He looked at Akira as he closed the door, and took his shoes off, finally turning around toward him. Their eyes locked. Akira’s caring, sad, worried eyes locked with Takanori’s lost, watery, desperate ones. It took him a whole minute to break the trance and step quickly toward the only thing that was left to him. He launched himself forward, desperately clinging to Akira, burying his scared face in his neck, grateful to feel the other’s arms wounding around his trembling body in a warm and comforting hug.
Even without knowing the details all Akira could do was wrap his broken love tightly in his arms and place tender kisses on his forehead and the blonde hair, stroking soothingly his back. He felt Takanori whimper and snuggle closer, squeezing his rock’s body against his own as the little blonde let himself linger in the sweet sensations the other’s lips on his skin brought. Then he heard a feeble voice that sounded vaguely as his own murmuring:
“I’m so tired, Aki”
Akira placed a tiny kiss on his forehead: “Jump then! :D ”
“Huh?” he looked at him, tilting his head, confused.
“Jump.” Akira repeated and kissed the tip of his nose.
Takanori offered him a little, shy smile and then bounced briefly, quickly wounding his legs around Akira’s hips and his arms around his neck as he felt Akira’s arms under his tights keeping him securely in place. He rested his head on his shoulder, feeling completely safe as Akira began to move toward his bedroom. Once there Akira put Takanori carefully on the bed and the chibi sat on his calves, tilting his head cutely, reaching for Akira as a silent request to join him. The guy smiled sweetly at him and jokingly ruffled his hair. Takanori made a disapproving whine and Akira chuckled, hugging the little’s head against his chest. Takanori crawled closer on his knees and hugged him back, lifting his head after a moment and looking at him through blonde, messy locks. Akira looked back, softened by the cute sight, lifting his hand to gently brush away the hair and reveal the dark, beautiful eyes of his boyfriend.
They looked at each other for long moments, still hugging in that position, Akira stroking Takanori’s cheek, admiring, amazed, as those long, black eyelashes covered the brown orbs, until they stayed half lidded... Unable to resist he leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against Takanori’s ones and nearly moaned as he felt the other’s warm, moist lips slide languidly against his own. Without breaking the desired contact Takanori crawled back on the bed, pulling Akira along with him and manoeuvring their position he made Akira lay on his side, and he contently nuzzled into his arms, hiding in his chest, purring in appreciation at Akira’s cuddle.
“Did it go that bad, tiger?” he asked after a while.
“Worse” he admitted weakly.
“What happened?” he asked hesitantly, not sure that Takanori was ready to talk about it.
“We… we yelled at each other and… and… he already knew about us”
“Did he??? How?” Akira interrupted, surprised.
“I don’t know.. I didn’t get the chance to ask him… he said evil things..” he continued slowly, bitterness and anger clear in his voice, because of the fresh memories. “Aki it was so… disappointing… especially mum’s reaction. I can’t blame her for being confused, but… what the fuck, she looked at me like I was some kind of a monster.. it felt.. it felt terrible” he continued, snuggling his face in Akira’s neck again, searching for comfort. Akira smiled a bit and hugged the hurt chibi, that after a bit lifted his head towards him and looked at him, pulling his lower lip out in a sad pout:
“I didn’t want it to end this way, Aki.”
“I know, tiger… but, maybe they just need time... let the situation calm down a bit, then you’ll talk to them again”
“Do you think they’ll even want to talk to me again??” he said with a little voice, sceptical, but clearly liking the idea.
“I don’t know, but I think that once you show them how serious you are and our results they’ll understand the reason why you did this”
Takanori thought about it for a moment, biting on his lips, then slowly said: “It sounds reasonable… maybe you’re right” he sighed.
“I’m always right U_U” he said proudly.
“You know.. tigers don’t like smart-asses U_U”
Akira gasped “YOU ARE MEAN D:< “ he yelled and launched himself forward , hitting Takanori’s chest playfully with his head, making him laugh “I HATE YOU!!” the yell muffled by Takanori’s chest.
“Aaaaaaww nuu, dun hate me” he said back with a childish voice, hugging Akira to his chest “I luv ya!!” he added rubbing his cheek against his blonde hair, purring like a kitten tiger.
Akira lifted his head to look at him: “You are still mean D:< “ he said pouting, but then added in a sweet voice, smiling: “But I can’t help loving you”. He nuzzled Takanori’s nose.
He kisses his cheek and then his full lips, soon feeling Takanori’s warm hand on his face making him sigh contently into the kiss.
“Thank you, Akira” he said truthfully, stroking his beloved’s face and placing tiny, affectionate kisses on his lips.
“No need to thank me.. I’m happy to help. It’ll be alright eventually, just give them the time to get used to this” he said reassuringly.
“Uh uh” another small kiss, before he remembered something “Hey!! How did it go with your mother??”
“Huh? Oh exactly like I expected ^_^’’ he replied, thinking for a moment about the conversation of a few hours ago <“I BROUGHT YOU AWAY FROM THAT CITY AND NOW YOU WANT TO GO BACK THERE?? I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A CURSE.. YOU ARE DOING THIS TO PISS ME OFF, AREN’T YOU?? I CAN’T BELIEVE IT” and so on> “She was angry as hell! But I don’t get the reason why: she’ll get rid of me but still she’s not happy” he huffed.
“I’m sorry”
“Nah, don’t be.. she’s a lost cause” he chuckled “I’m so excited to go back home. I miss the guys and I can’t wait to introduce them to you *O*” he rambled happily.
Takanori laughed seeing his enthusiasm “You should look at yourself: you look like an excited child XD ”
“Yup, I’m happy U_U. I’ll finally have my friends and my love close to me, what more is there to ask for?” he replied simply.
Takanoti stared at him, blushing, then smiled: “You are adorable >///<” he said, kissing him.
Akira grinned: “I love you.”
“I love you too” murmured back Takanori, burying himself again in the other’s embrace, enjoying the cuddle until he fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning Akira was abruptly awoken by an insistent bell ringing. He really wanted to stay in his soft bed, hugged to the little, warm body in his arms, but the visitor was fucking persistent. SO he didn’t have any choice but leave the warmth of his boyfriend (that groaned disapprovingly, but continued to sleep =_=) and walked sleepily to his door. He opened it and suddenly all the sleepiness was swept away when he saw the man who was knocking at his door:
“Mastumoto-san?”
“Where is Takanori??” he asked roughly.
“What are you doing here?”
“I want to talk with my son, is he here?”
“He is, but I don’t think that is a good idea“
“Oh really? That’s a pity!!” he said sarcastically “Now, please, could you call him for me??”
“Mastumoto-san, Takanori doesn’t want to talk to you”
“Well that’s what you think, and I don’t give a fuck about it. Let me talk with my son”
“And exactly what do you want to tell him??” he asked angrily “You want to talk about the horrible mistake he’s making? Or maybe about I turned him into a dirty faggot?”
“That’s none of your business” Mastumoto-san said feeling really uncomfortable now “Please Suzuki-kun, please.. let me see him”
“NO! Go away, he doesn’t need another disappointment, he’s broken enough” he growled infuriated, shutting the door closed. He leaned against it for a moment, thinking:
Panic was clear on Akira’s face.
“Hey.. who was at the door??” asked Takanori with a small voice, walking toward him and rubbing sleepily his eyes.
Akira sighed in relief, grateful that Takanori didn’t notice anything “Hum.. just my neighbour” he lied quickly.
He smiled as Takanri hugged him, leaning his head on his shoulder, humming contently as the hug was returned, before placing a bit, wet kiss on his neck: “Good morning”
“Morning” he said against his lips.
“Aki, I’m hungry D: “ he said loudly, squeezing him madly.
“Oh sure! I’ll make you some rice!” he proposed caringly.
“What??” asked Takanori a bit alarmed “Nonononono I’ll take care of it, don’t worry” he said, grinning mockingly.
Akira just put his tongue out at him and Takanori giggle cutely, kissing his cheek, then ran toward the kitchen.
He stayed there, looking at the empty doorframe, feeling extremely guilty.
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weeks later
“So.. if we consider the indication of that old creepy man..” Takanori sad with a shudder, thinking about the way the old man had been looking at him. “..we have to turn to the left, then to the right and then we’ll be there”
“Didn’t he say something about traffic lights?” Akira asked from the driver seat, perplexed.
“That’s the one we’re stopping at =_=”
“Oh right ^_^’’ “
“My adorable baka ^3^” Takanori laughed, ruffling his hair.
Akira groaned and, as the traffic lights turned green, drove toward the direction Takanori indicated.
“I don’t get why that fucker Shima didn’ want us to pick him up... he could have shown us how to reach this place” he said frowning.
“Come on, it’s not a big deal, we’re almost here” he said, looking out of the window to recognize the building. “Hey it’s that, we’ve found it” he said excitedly, bouncing on his seat.
Akira smiled and parked the little van in a parking lot nearby. They got out and walked, hand in hand toward the apartment building they saw in the photo Takashima sent them just the day before, where their new house was located, taking a look at the surroundings in the meantime. It was a nice area, the street was clean and full on interesting shops and little cafés.
Takanori gasped quietly: “Waaaaaa sugooooooi *O* this place is great”
Akira just didn’t know what to say: “*O* ”
Takanori laughed at the face he made and turned back to looking at the street with a smile, then he turned again toward Akira, then to the street, then quickly again to Akira, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at him with a shocked expression. Akira stopped too as their hands were linked and looked curiously at Takanori: “Huh?? What is it??”
“I’m the one that should ask °_° ”
“Huh?” he was even more confused.
“On your nose!!!” he said, pointing at the white band covering his nose and cheeks.
“Oh sure!! XD I’m sorry.. I forgot to talk to you about it.. it’s my noseband.. Reita here has a reputation to defend U_U” he explained.
“But D: ..“ he began. Akira laughed at his frowning expression and hugged him. Takanori just glared at the white cloth covering his beloved’s face, then continued “..but I love your nose D:< …why do you hide half of your face??” he whined rationally, poking at his covered nose, still glaring.
“So you are the only one who can sees it U_U”
“Smart ass as usual =_= “
Akira grinned and rubbed their noses together, making Takanori giggle: “Hey.. that tickles” he said rubbing his nose with his fist. Akira smiled at the cuteness and hugged him tightly, Takanori’s chin on the other’s shoulder, eye closed and arms around his neck as he noticed something:
“Hey.. we’re hugging in the middle of a public place, where every one can see us” he said a bit excited.
“It’s a good feeling, ne?? To be this free”
“Absolutely” he sighed, totally enjoying the new experience.
New wonderful experience that was rather roughly interrupted by a rude yell: ”Reita-kun”
They both turned toward the voice seeing someone running toward them, and they barely had time to part as this unknown someone jumped on Reita, almost knocking him down.
“Welcome back home, Rei-chan... I missed you.” he purred, hugging tightly the noseless guy.
Notes ♪ :
I’m sorry for the delay *bows*, but I was on vacation U_U
Well, I just want to say that this was fucking difficult to write, but I like the final result *nods*.
A huge thank u to micukofelton, great job, as ever *hugs* and to all of u who’s still reading, commenting and appreciating my fic *bows*.