LOG; Aoi + Noa
Aoi&Noa
Aoi's Office
Rated G.
Deep breathes, deep breathes, just, deep breathes.
Noa had been standing outside the doo for what felt like forever, and had really only been five minutes. Five minutes since he had been told that he could go in, five minutes since he had gotten up from his chair, walked to the door, and then just hadn't moved.
"S-shiroyama-chan?"
What did he do now? Why was he so scared?
Maybe because of Uruha's sudden interest in the brunette?
Aoi barely heard Noa, could have sworn he imagined a ghost whispering a name, but his head jerked up at his name being whispered.
...
Was he scared, or something?
"Come in," he called, figuring if no one there then no one would hear. He only went outside for new patients at that point thanks to the unfortunate limp he'd obtained. He couldn't figure out, though, why Noa wouldn't go running inside in excitement as he always did every time they saw each other.
A few seconds of more staring and Noa finally seems to have mustered up the courage to open the door, enter the room, and plop himself back down on to the couch that he always sat on.
"Candy, Shiroyama... San?"
Even to himself, it sounded so hollow and forced. And never before had he called anyone without the honorific of 'chan'.
Shiroyama-san.
For once, the honorific made Aoi sick. It was if Noa knew what he'd done that night before, known that he'd...
betrayed him?
But was it really betrayel? After all, both Aoi and Uruha had the right to sleep with whomever they chose to.
"No thank you, Noa-kun. Is something the matter?" Well, obviously.
"N-no..."
Only, there really was, and he just had no idea what it was. For now, he would just pretend that Uruha's sudden need to know about the brunette was because he wanted something, anything, that would help him get under Aoi's skin.
And he wasn't far from the truth.
"Shiroyama-... chan... Those clothes look familiar..."
But the thought alone was ridiculous.
Aoi froze, suddenly wishing desperately that he'd taken his break time to go home and change. After all, Uruha's clothes were not only a bit too long, they... weren't his own... and...
Noa had been coming.
Time for damage control.
"Do they?" Calm and vaguely confused, as if he had no idea what Noa was talking about. What a good actor he was.
Another nod, eyes roving over the clothing, over the body, over the person, and taking in every little detail that looked more familiar than usual.
"They look like..."
But it was still so impossible.
"Uru-... His."
Or was it entirely probable?
Aoi had been prepared for it that time, allowed a look of artificial distaste to spread across his features. "I suppose Uruha has good taste, then."
Noa...
DID NOT need to know.
And there was no way in hell Aoi would let himself be the reason he found out. If Uruha was stupid enough to tell him, well...
..he wouldn't be.
Hopefully.
A few seconds of mere contemplation, and Noa is only nodding. After all, Aoi had no reason to lie to him...
right?
"Okay... I guess..." Nervous shifting and he is desperatly trying to get the thoughts out of his head, become focused at the task at hand, even if they never really had one.
Aoi was beyond relieved, glad to have the conversation topic on something other than Uruha... or his clothes.
"How have you been, Noa? I haven't seen you for a while."
Calm, chipper, friendly- Aoi would not one ounce of the guilt he was feeling show, nor of the worry of Noa finding out...
Or how he would react if he did.
"Fine..."
Only, not really. Because being locked up, even if it had only been for a few centuries minutes, it had utterly been the scariest thing he had ever experienced...
Even if Uruha had apologized for what felt like hours seconds.
"Only... Not."
Only not?
Not?
Why not?
"Oh? Did something happen?" This was the one patient for which Aoi's concern was genuine. Most of their sessions had been Noa babbling about something he found entertaining and Aoi listening, but he'd grown rather fond of the manchild. Almost overprotective, because he sincerely thought Noa was too damn cute to get hurt.
Something happen?
Only something and everything along with it.
"I-I guess..." Except not, because something had happened, and he didn't want to tell anyone, didn't want it to get back to the blonde in any way, shape, or form. Didn't want to be...
punished
again.
"P-promise... You won't tell anyone?" Especially Uruha.
...Oh, no.
Something told Aoi that whatever this something was, it was a big sort of something- to Noa, at least.
"Of course. That's my job."
Unless, of course, Uruha had done something to him. Then Aoi may not have been able to contain the urge... but he would hope for the best.
His job. Of course. No one would genuinely care about Noa because they actually wanted too. Even Uruha, even though he had so desperatly wanted him to once upon a time.
"I-I did something... Bad."
Only not really...
"And I was punished..."
Locked up away from the world.
A soft sob, head burying down, what in the world had Noa done wrong in life?
Aoi was getting more genuinely worried by the second, watching Noa seem to fold into himself, obviously terrified of something...
What whoever had done to them.
Aoi didn't even know and he was getting angry. How could they?
"What happened, Noa?" His voice was soft, gentle, reassuring- without even having to try.
"They... They..."
How did he say it without making it painfully obvious who it was? Even if Aoi had no idea how truly psychotic Uruha was, how far the blonde was willing to go without even pausing to look back.
"They locked me up in a big small silver cage."
At least it had been clean, and not in that room.
Aoi was truly dumbfounded. He had not been expecting that as an answer. Locked him up in a...
"A- a cage?" He tried to stay calm, but... what the fuck? "Who did?"
Uruha?
Aoi's mind went back to their first visit, the things Noa had said about Uruha then... but after seeing the blonde in the state he had seen him the night before, Aoi had a slightly harder time thinking of him as a complete sadist.
A soft whimper, face only buried down deeper. He couldn't say, he couldn't possibly scream out
URUHA
to the therapist. Not in a million years and even a year after. He would just have to hope that the therapist could guess wrong.
"You know who..."
Please don't.
Even if he couldn't have guessed, Aoi and Noa only had one person in common. UruhaUruhaUruha- who else would it be?
Aoi wanted to scream, suddenly so angry he couldn't speak for a moment. Angry at Uruha for doing something so horrible, angry at himself for sleeping with someone so disgusting.
"I see."
Aoi hoped Noa couldn't sense the anger in his eyes, the pure venom dripping from his words. At that moment, he could've killed the blonde and not regretted it one tiny bit.
A jerk, body suddenly shaking and all of a sudden, the dark haired pale boy that was far to old to be a child, was crying, and quite unable to stop.
"D-don't--" Hiccup. "Hurt him, please!"
Uruha had always been kind, had always protected him, and he had never understood why. Didn't even now.
"H-he apologized for hours!"
"I won't hurt him." Aoi tried to sound reassuring, though he wanted nothing more to impale the blonde on his cane. So utterly disgusted to be in the man's clothes, to have been inside his body...
He felt like he wanted to shower for hours.
"Why did he do it?" What possible reason could there be to do something like that to someone like Noa? To be so fucking sick?
"I..." Hiccup.
What had he done? What had he done that was so utterly horrible?Something to deserve those five minutes of utter hell.
"I messed up his game."
And that reaped the worst punishment.
His game.
Like the one the therapist was supposed to be playing with him.
"What kind of game?" A game as twisted as the punishment? Aoi's fascination with the blonde was both escalating and disappearing at the same time. Sadists were always interesting, but...
Did he really want to get involved?
...Sort of. He wanted to scream and yell and bite his head off. Hurt him, kill him; anything to relieve the hatred he was suddenly so lost in.
What kind of game? Why, the only game that the tall pretty blonde ever played, of course. Because to him, there was absolutly nothing else.
"Someone else..."
Swallow. Would he get in trouble for this too?
"Was locked up."
Would he be locked up again? Forever this time around? Would Aoi someone save him in the long run?
And Aoi felt sicksicksick, knowing that in the blonde's fantasy world that would one day be the therapist himself, locked up or... whatever else he did to people.
He wanted to tell Noa to get away, but... would he listen? Not likely.
"Has he done this to you before?" He kept his voice quiet, disturbingly calm. He wanted so badly to cancel the patient after Noa simply so he could go to Uruha's house and yell at him.
"N-no..."
The first and utter time and he never ever wanted it to happen again because it had been completely horrible and so... He had cried.
"He's never done... Anything like that before..."
Well, that was a bit of a relief, at least. Aoi sighed, rubbing his forehead, knowing full well this would be so much easier if he weren't in too deep with the sadist.
"I won't tell you to stay away from him," he said gently, "but try not to get involved in his... sick little games, all right?"
But how?
If Noa saw someone hurt, he'd try to stop it. He was far too stupid and sweet not to.
Another nod, before red and puffy eyes are finally lifting up to observe the brunette therapist and he feels guilty so suddenly for bringing it up.
"H-he won't let me be part of them..."
He had asked, long before he had understood, and Uruha had told him no and had allowed for no arguements.
"Good."
Maybe it had been a slip up, especially if Uruha had apologized... though that certainly wasn't excuse. Uruha was still sick, but... well, at least he didn't do this regularly. To Noa, at least.
To other people who were involved in his games...
Who knew what the fuck he did?
Aoi wanted to hug Noa. Seeing him cry was like watching a puppy get kicked around... but he didn't want to get up, as even walking to the couch would be a pain in the ass. "Oi, c'mere."
A suprised look and Noa is moving across the floor, abeit hesitantly, finally sliding into the seat next to the brunette. Close, but probably not close enough.
"I-I'm sorry..."
For saying anything.
But it was his job, wasn't it?
"No, no." Aoi motioned for Noa to stand in front of him. "Don't apologize; why are you sorry? You haven't done anything wrong."
He never had, except for making friends with the wrong people. Really, Aoi would've been shocked to hear that Noa had done a damn thing wrong to anyone- or that he even knew how.
Noa moved again, first standing and then pratically kneeling in front of the brunette therapist, still so sniffly and looking like he had litterly just broken down, which he probably had.
"B-but... I was locked up for five minutes..." Which wasn't that long. "I messed up his game..." Like a love-sick idiot. "I went in that room..." That he was forbidden to go into...
Aoi wasn't what was more disturbing, the fact that Noa was blaming himself or the fact that he sounded exactly like an abused child.
Wrapping his arms around Noa's shoulders, Aoi decided he wouldn't leave until he was fine again. Even if he was late for his next appointment, late to get home...
"You didn't do anything wrong. You were just trying to help someone."
As always.
For just a moment, Noa tenses, not at all used to contact that was from the therapist and was initiated by the brunette. It was so foreign... So...
Arms clung tight, face burying down, sniffles coming out less and less and he was finally stopping the tears.
"I just... She was so pretty..."
And he had to help her. Even if it was her husband.
She?
Now someone else was involved? Unless...
"Who was? The person in the cage?" Probably, though Aoi had no doubt that Noa would let anyone out no matter what hey looked like.
"Really, you did nothing wrong. It's not your fault." It was like consoling a rape victim.
"Olivia's husband..."
But what had his name been? He could barely remember, he could barely care.
"Ruki..."
That had been his name, and he utterly hated the person for reasons that he couldn't discern.
Olivia's husband? The person in the cage? Then Olivia must be the pretty she...
...where had he heard the name Olivia before?
Oh, well; didn't matter.
"Did you help Ruki for... Olivia?" The last thing Noa needed to do was fall for a married woman.
A soft whimper, face only burying deeper into the therapist that was more like a friend's neck. For a moment, he doesn't say anything, and then he just nods.
She was...
Perfect.
"I-I... She was so sad..."
And pretty.
"Mmmm..." That did not sound good, but Aoi didn't want to press the issue. After all, if it had been a one time thing, then it really wasn't necessary. "I'm sure she's very grateful."
But what good was that if he was still thinking of her and she wasn't there?
Sometimes, Aoi hated the things he said.
Seconds tick by and slowly, ever so slowly, Noa extracts himself from the therapists hold, from the brunette's body. A watery smile and he is feeling better than he ever really has.
"T-thank you..."
He owed so much to the therapist. More than Aoi could ever know. If Uruha hadn't already held the position...
"Shiroyama-chan? How many best friends can you have?"
"Hm?" Best friends? Aoi had no friends, much less a best friend. After all, he was... impossible to get along with...
Or maybe it was everyone else.
Yeah. Had to be.
"As many as you want. I don't really believe in a pecking order." He gave Noa a gentle pat on the head, relieved to see that blinding eight million watt smile. "Why do you ask?"
Noa just continues to smile, before wrapping arms tightly around Aoi's neck, crushing there bodies together and this time, there are no tears.
"You'e my best friend, Shiroyama-chan..."
Right next to Uruha who was right next to Aoi who was right next to no one. Noa didn't have very many friends at the end of the day.
And suddenly it was is if Aoi hadn't been angry at all. The therapist felt sort of warm, smiling without actually trying to. Was that what it meant to be... touched?
"You're mine, too." He meant that, because Noa was the only person he could actually consider a friend, even if the kid got tiring at times. "Feeling better?"
Hopefully.
He was already 5 minutes late for his next appointment, who would get their head bitten off, should they decide to complain.
Another nod and once again, Noa is drawing away far to slowly, as if he never got to hug anyone, let alone a best friend. Which he really didn't, given Uruha's aversion to touch.
"I'll be going now, they have a new toy at the shop!" An excited little wave, one more brief hug and Noa is pratically skipping out of the door.
"Bye, bye Shiroyama-chan!"