Working the Street~ Episode 15
TITLE : Working the Street~ Episode 15
AUTHOR : My dear Senpai in other fandom, and me for some revision.
GENRE: Shonen-Ai, AU.
PAIRING(S) : ChiiTaro (main), TakaChii (One-sided) and some random pairings.
RATING : R
WORD COUNT : 2302.
WARNING : An extremely-foul-mouth Chii, mentions of abuse, massive sexual contents, some of adult issues, OOC-ness.
SUMMARY : It’s a story about two kids, yeah, two young boys trying to make some sense of a world that has lost it long ago...
DISCLAIMER : I don’t own any of the people portrayed in this fanfiction (I’d love to, though), however, I do own the story...
A/N : (1). Mina-san, I’m always excited to see comments. As you can imagine, it’s the readers feedback what makes an online author keep going. So please, tell me what do you think about my fic...
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Episode 15 ~ Tenshi-san, Meet me at Shibuya station, please... ~
Chinen remained seated, sinking in the dark depth of the green couch at kachou’s waiting room. He didn’t browse through magazines this time, neither did he contemplate the lavish decoration of the place. He just lied there, defeated and tense, with his eyes staring fixedly at his toes. His mind was blank, and he strained himself to go over the events that had led him to the situation he was presently in. Every image that assaulted his mind replenished his soul with more angst and despair. What was he going to tell kachou? How was he going to explain to him what had happened? Chinen had been sure of his innocence until then, but now doubts were starting to loom over him. What would happen if kachou kicked him out to the streets? He wouldn’t be able to support himself for long, and most likely he would end up following Ryutaro’s way. The sole idea distressed him, making him wince in his place feeling miserable.
“Why me...?” He wondered in silence, the tears pounding behind his eyelids fighting to run freely. “Why am I so unlucky?” Chinen breathed unevenly and raised his eyes shyly towards kachou’s office door. He couldn’t overhear much. Generally he would be able to hear the coarse, deep voice of the arrogant boss telling someone off. Chinen was so tired, so defeated, that he couldn’t even pretend.
He lowered his sight again in silence, and kept watching the tip of his toes. His white socks, almost immaculate. The shooting memory of Ryutaro and his bare feet, bruised and dirty, burnt by the cold... almost numbed by it, crossed his mind for an instant making him cringe and then sigh. He had to avoid, by any means, no matter how, to end up living a life like Ryutaro’s. He had fought to avoid it all his life... he couldn’t lose now. He couldn’t allow himself to. He had worked too hard to prevent it. He clenched his toes, almost like unconsciously trying to form a fist with them, like wanting with all his body to start punching life; and once again, his small-framed body shivered for an instant when the accumulated tension in him became excessive.
“They won’t see me dead... no... they won’t celebrate my death. They won’t defeat me. I’m gonna live. And it is by living that I am going to challenge them, I’m going to slap them and I’m gonna have my revenge...” Chinen reassured himself in silence, fighting against the tears that once again crawled up the back of his eyes, pushing to come out.
“I’m glad they died... those two shitty hippies...” Chinen’s uncle’s voice echoed inside his head. He remembered himself as a kid... a younger kid, listening behind a door, holding tight the only doll he kept as witness of his former life... his old life with mom and dad... the doll mommy had given him.
“I’m glad they died...” The cruel sentence echoed inside his head filling him with bitterness. “I wish they had taken the brat with them. That short waste of human flesh. Sons of a bitch... even after death they keep throwing their garbage at us to handle it. Damned hippies. Why didn’t they take the fucking brat with them to hell? Now he have to take care of him... as if we were rich...”
Chinen bit his lower lip and breathed heavily. “I don’t know... I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me, but I’m not gonna die... I’m not gonna die not because I’m scared of death, not because I think life is beautiful, not because I have anything to thank it or anything important to do here... Just... only... I’m not gonna die because I will not please them. I will not give them the happiness of seeing me dead. I’m not gonna die before you, uncle, aunt, cousin... I’m gonna make sure you all die first. I’m gonna visit your graves... and I’m gonna pee on them.” A delicate voice partially woke Chinen up from his personal nightmare. (And maybe it was impossible for him to wake up from it completely.)
“Chinen-kun? Would you like a cup of coffee?” The charming voice asked sweetly in a melodious high pitch, inviting him politely. It was like a warm balm to his mind, compared to the sickening echo of the memories inside his head.
“Un, doumo.” Chinen mumbled nodding, without taking his eyes off his tense toes.
“Sugar and sweetener, right?” The kind voice asked again.
Chinen chuckled with some reluctance. “Thanks for remembering.”
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Ryutaro struggled to walk straight, but more than ever the burden of everything that had happened weighed on him to the extent of showing physically, once it had surpassed every psychological barrier without finding much resistance. He felt his head would be about to explode should he keep thinking and raking his brains about all the recent events. Chinen couldn’t die, right? He was only a kid! Don’t people say angels always protect kids? And where was Chinen’s angel? Maybe he was lost?
Ryutaro suddenly stopped, shocked, in front of a newspaper vending machine. The titles of a yellow-press rag had called his attention to the brims of horror.
“Three kids die in home accident.”
But... Angels protect kids... Ryutaro felt defeated... there had to be an explanation... kids couldn’t die like this... maybe... maybe kids’ angels were also kids... and could get lost...
That sounded like a good explanation to Ryutaro. Maybe kid angels got distracted watching the flowers or playing, and got lost. Like human kids. Maybe those three kids’ angels, and Chinen’s angel were somewhere out there. Lost... looking for their kids, calling them and crying because they couldn’t find them. Then suddenly the idea crossed his mind for a split second.
Did he have an angel too?
The answer would maybe lie in finding those lost angels. Those child angels playing like children. Those who had lost track of the kids they were looking after. Looking for those child angels who, at the same time, searched frantically for their little humans, crying and calling in vain... because humans cannot listen to angels. Ryutaro sat under the shadow of an old maple tree at Yoyogi park, and took the magic stone out of his pocket. Chinen’s face, right next to his own, smiled from the sticker firmly sticking to the coarse surface of the stone.
“Where are our angels, Chii? Where did they get lost? Did they get lost among the crowds at Shibuya station? Or maybe they are here, at Yoyogi park, looking for us...? Or maybe they got lost long ago... who knows where... who knows how to find them now.” Ryutaro thought of how convenient it would be if there was a newspaper for angels, where one could place a classified ad.
“Ryutaro looks for lost angel. Please, Tenshi-san, meet Ryutaro at Shibuya Station. I will be waiting for you at 4PM today next to Hachiko’s statue.” Of course, one should consider how much those classifieds would cost. In this world, the most useful services always come along with an obscenely high price... and were always at the disposition of those who could afford that price... not necessarily those who might need the service. And besides... How could one realize if one’s angel was lost? How could one realize that the angel was back?
Suddenly Ryutaro thought that maybe he knew someone who might help him find Chinen’s lost angel. He knew Chinen wouldn’t approve of it, but it was a measure of extreme necessity. Finding the lost angel was an urgent matter, because only he could help Chinen. There was no other option. And so, Ryutaro got up nodding to himself, and started walking decidedly towards the temple.
The preacher was his only hope.
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The dark and heavy wooden door opened lazily and unexpectedly, letting out a skinny seventeen-year-old girl in clothes and makeup for someone three times her age. She looked like a bird escaping a cage. Chinen couldn’t help the comparison. He took the last sip of coffee before his stomach became tied, and pinned his eyes to the door, ignoring the co-worker passing just by him, who in turn also ignored his presence.
“Yuuri!” The coarse voice reverberated like a thousand-year sentence over him, and Chinen instinctively got up. He nodded to the emptiness around him, and walked straight into the office.
“Here I am, kachou.” Chinen whispered insecurely.
“Damned son of a bitch! Here you are!” The man spat his words coated with venom.
“Uh... hai... uh... kachou, ore ha...” Chinen stammered nervously, before being interrupted by the thunder-like voice of his employer.
“Why are you always giving me trouble, kusogaki!? Are you trying to ruin me, bastard?! Traitor! I took you out of the streets! I saved you from a lifetime of mendicancy! How can you do this to me, fuck it!?” The sturdy, middle-aged man screamed with all his might and hit the thick oak table with his angry fists. The veins in his neck and forehead throbbing as if they were about to jump out of his body and flood the place like firemen hoses of blood.
“I... I... it wasn’t my fault, kachou...” Chinen whispered almost intimidated. It wasn’t usual in him to feel that way.
“Yes!! Yes, it was your fault!! Are you making extra profit behind my back, you fucker? Kisama, fucking traitor! You think you are gonna smart up on me, asshole?! You think you are gonna use me, of all people, only to get richer?! You little son of a bitch!!”
“It’s not like that kachou, let me explain...” Chinen tried in vain to keep the argument within the boundaries of reason.
“I don’t need your fucking explanations, you moron! I know perfectly well what happened! The client told me everything!”
“No! Don’t believe him! He got it all wrong!” Chinen howled in despair.
“Yuuri-kun...” The fifty-something procurer hissed like a snake, narrowing his eyes. “I’ve told you a thousand times. The paying party is always right... and you don’t pay.” He hit his fist again on the desk making it shake.
“He does, not you! So he’ll always be right and you’ll always be wrong! Have you understood? He pays to be right, fucking dammit! If you want me to even listen to you, then start working for free!”
“But... but... that’s not fair!” Chinen protested, his voice faulting.
“What the fuck do I care about fair?! Who the hell do you fucking think I am? Kamen Rider? This is business, Chinen, and you are my employee!”
“I know that, kachou, but...”
“You are a damned traitor, bastard, and you are gonna pay a high price for this! Nobody betrays me! You are not going to have a single client until the counter-test results are done in six months. And you better be negative. You won’t get not even one client, bastard! But you’ll still have to pay your monthly dues. Got that? You’ll be owing me 100000 Yen a month, and you better pay before deadline, or you’ll be on the dead-line.”
“That’s not fair! You said my savings were mine to keep!”
“Well, welcome to reality! Your savings just got a one-way ticket into kachou’s pocket thanks to your incompetence! And if you can’t pay, I’ll make sure I’ll cash it anyway... anyhow, you got that? And don’t even try to run away from me! You know you can’t survive without my help, and you also know I’m gonna find you anywhere you go! I’ve got informants all over Tokyo. My hounds will get you and bring you to me! And my hounds will not be as merciful as I am.”
“But... but... kachou...” Chinen broke down in tears.
“Don’t cry to me, fag! Do you have any idea of how many idiots like you come to me with the very same crocodile tears? Do you think I’d have kept myself doing business if I were stupid enough to mind about those weeping jerks?!”
“I don’t care how others cry! I cry because I’m right and you don’t listen to me! I’ve always been a good employee! I always did things right! I don’t wanna die! And that son of a bitch... that son of a bitch beat me up, raped me, and left a torn rubber up my ass! All because he thought I had a voyeur inside the closet.”
“Uruse, baka! Don’t try to deny it now!”
“Yes there was somebody inside the closet! Yes there was! But it wasn’t a voyeur! It was a friend of mine that had come over for a visit! He didn’t know I had a client and I pushed him inside so that the client wouldn’t get the weird idea of pulling out a threesome with him! Because he’s just an innocent boy, and he doesn’t deserve such a shitty fate!”
“Uruse yo!! Shitty brat! I don’t give a damn about you or your stupid friend! You moron! The only reason why I hope you didn’t catch any deadly disease is because I want to keep exploiting your tight, little butt!. And it’s no use to me if you are coughing blood while you are being fucked! Your butt is too cute and tight to let it go! But if it weren’t so, if your butt didn’t fill my pockets with cash... I’d wish you’d pay your idiocy with your life! Traitor! Fucking traitor! Get out of my sight!”
“Kachou!” Chinen gasped in disbelief.
“Get out of my site and don’t forget it... by the end of the month my men will visit you to get the pay. Be good to them... but don’t fuck them.
“Kachou...”
“I said out!!”
A.N: I think i'll update this series regularly on weekly or monthly basis from now on. If there's any readers who actually read this crap.
And as usual, Thank you all who followed and commented on my fic till this episode. So, how do you think about this episode, Like it? Hate it? Please tell me!
AUTHOR : My dear Senpai in other fandom, and me for some revision.
GENRE: Shonen-Ai, AU.
PAIRING(S) : ChiiTaro (main), TakaChii (One-sided) and some random pairings.
RATING : R
WORD COUNT : 2302.
WARNING : An extremely-foul-mouth Chii, mentions of abuse, massive sexual contents, some of adult issues, OOC-ness.
SUMMARY : It’s a story about two kids, yeah, two young boys trying to make some sense of a world that has lost it long ago...
DISCLAIMER : I don’t own any of the people portrayed in this fanfiction (I’d love to, though), however, I do own the story...
A/N : (1). Mina-san, I’m always excited to see comments. As you can imagine, it’s the readers feedback what makes an online author keep going. So please, tell me what do you think about my fic...
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Episode 15 ~ Tenshi-san, Meet me at Shibuya station, please... ~
Chinen remained seated, sinking in the dark depth of the green couch at kachou’s waiting room. He didn’t browse through magazines this time, neither did he contemplate the lavish decoration of the place. He just lied there, defeated and tense, with his eyes staring fixedly at his toes. His mind was blank, and he strained himself to go over the events that had led him to the situation he was presently in. Every image that assaulted his mind replenished his soul with more angst and despair. What was he going to tell kachou? How was he going to explain to him what had happened? Chinen had been sure of his innocence until then, but now doubts were starting to loom over him. What would happen if kachou kicked him out to the streets? He wouldn’t be able to support himself for long, and most likely he would end up following Ryutaro’s way. The sole idea distressed him, making him wince in his place feeling miserable.
“Why me...?” He wondered in silence, the tears pounding behind his eyelids fighting to run freely. “Why am I so unlucky?” Chinen breathed unevenly and raised his eyes shyly towards kachou’s office door. He couldn’t overhear much. Generally he would be able to hear the coarse, deep voice of the arrogant boss telling someone off. Chinen was so tired, so defeated, that he couldn’t even pretend.
He lowered his sight again in silence, and kept watching the tip of his toes. His white socks, almost immaculate. The shooting memory of Ryutaro and his bare feet, bruised and dirty, burnt by the cold... almost numbed by it, crossed his mind for an instant making him cringe and then sigh. He had to avoid, by any means, no matter how, to end up living a life like Ryutaro’s. He had fought to avoid it all his life... he couldn’t lose now. He couldn’t allow himself to. He had worked too hard to prevent it. He clenched his toes, almost like unconsciously trying to form a fist with them, like wanting with all his body to start punching life; and once again, his small-framed body shivered for an instant when the accumulated tension in him became excessive.
“They won’t see me dead... no... they won’t celebrate my death. They won’t defeat me. I’m gonna live. And it is by living that I am going to challenge them, I’m going to slap them and I’m gonna have my revenge...” Chinen reassured himself in silence, fighting against the tears that once again crawled up the back of his eyes, pushing to come out.
“I’m glad they died... those two shitty hippies...” Chinen’s uncle’s voice echoed inside his head. He remembered himself as a kid... a younger kid, listening behind a door, holding tight the only doll he kept as witness of his former life... his old life with mom and dad... the doll mommy had given him.
“I’m glad they died...” The cruel sentence echoed inside his head filling him with bitterness. “I wish they had taken the brat with them. That short waste of human flesh. Sons of a bitch... even after death they keep throwing their garbage at us to handle it. Damned hippies. Why didn’t they take the fucking brat with them to hell? Now he have to take care of him... as if we were rich...”
Chinen bit his lower lip and breathed heavily. “I don’t know... I don’t know what’s gonna happen to me, but I’m not gonna die... I’m not gonna die not because I’m scared of death, not because I think life is beautiful, not because I have anything to thank it or anything important to do here... Just... only... I’m not gonna die because I will not please them. I will not give them the happiness of seeing me dead. I’m not gonna die before you, uncle, aunt, cousin... I’m gonna make sure you all die first. I’m gonna visit your graves... and I’m gonna pee on them.” A delicate voice partially woke Chinen up from his personal nightmare. (And maybe it was impossible for him to wake up from it completely.)
“Chinen-kun? Would you like a cup of coffee?” The charming voice asked sweetly in a melodious high pitch, inviting him politely. It was like a warm balm to his mind, compared to the sickening echo of the memories inside his head.
“Un, doumo.” Chinen mumbled nodding, without taking his eyes off his tense toes.
“Sugar and sweetener, right?” The kind voice asked again.
Chinen chuckled with some reluctance. “Thanks for remembering.”
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Ryutaro struggled to walk straight, but more than ever the burden of everything that had happened weighed on him to the extent of showing physically, once it had surpassed every psychological barrier without finding much resistance. He felt his head would be about to explode should he keep thinking and raking his brains about all the recent events. Chinen couldn’t die, right? He was only a kid! Don’t people say angels always protect kids? And where was Chinen’s angel? Maybe he was lost?
Ryutaro suddenly stopped, shocked, in front of a newspaper vending machine. The titles of a yellow-press rag had called his attention to the brims of horror.
“Three kids die in home accident.”
But... Angels protect kids... Ryutaro felt defeated... there had to be an explanation... kids couldn’t die like this... maybe... maybe kids’ angels were also kids... and could get lost...
That sounded like a good explanation to Ryutaro. Maybe kid angels got distracted watching the flowers or playing, and got lost. Like human kids. Maybe those three kids’ angels, and Chinen’s angel were somewhere out there. Lost... looking for their kids, calling them and crying because they couldn’t find them. Then suddenly the idea crossed his mind for a split second.
Did he have an angel too?
The answer would maybe lie in finding those lost angels. Those child angels playing like children. Those who had lost track of the kids they were looking after. Looking for those child angels who, at the same time, searched frantically for their little humans, crying and calling in vain... because humans cannot listen to angels. Ryutaro sat under the shadow of an old maple tree at Yoyogi park, and took the magic stone out of his pocket. Chinen’s face, right next to his own, smiled from the sticker firmly sticking to the coarse surface of the stone.
“Where are our angels, Chii? Where did they get lost? Did they get lost among the crowds at Shibuya station? Or maybe they are here, at Yoyogi park, looking for us...? Or maybe they got lost long ago... who knows where... who knows how to find them now.” Ryutaro thought of how convenient it would be if there was a newspaper for angels, where one could place a classified ad.
“Ryutaro looks for lost angel. Please, Tenshi-san, meet Ryutaro at Shibuya Station. I will be waiting for you at 4PM today next to Hachiko’s statue.” Of course, one should consider how much those classifieds would cost. In this world, the most useful services always come along with an obscenely high price... and were always at the disposition of those who could afford that price... not necessarily those who might need the service. And besides... How could one realize if one’s angel was lost? How could one realize that the angel was back?
Suddenly Ryutaro thought that maybe he knew someone who might help him find Chinen’s lost angel. He knew Chinen wouldn’t approve of it, but it was a measure of extreme necessity. Finding the lost angel was an urgent matter, because only he could help Chinen. There was no other option. And so, Ryutaro got up nodding to himself, and started walking decidedly towards the temple.
The preacher was his only hope.
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The dark and heavy wooden door opened lazily and unexpectedly, letting out a skinny seventeen-year-old girl in clothes and makeup for someone three times her age. She looked like a bird escaping a cage. Chinen couldn’t help the comparison. He took the last sip of coffee before his stomach became tied, and pinned his eyes to the door, ignoring the co-worker passing just by him, who in turn also ignored his presence.
“Yuuri!” The coarse voice reverberated like a thousand-year sentence over him, and Chinen instinctively got up. He nodded to the emptiness around him, and walked straight into the office.
“Here I am, kachou.” Chinen whispered insecurely.
“Damned son of a bitch! Here you are!” The man spat his words coated with venom.
“Uh... hai... uh... kachou, ore ha...” Chinen stammered nervously, before being interrupted by the thunder-like voice of his employer.
“Why are you always giving me trouble, kusogaki!? Are you trying to ruin me, bastard?! Traitor! I took you out of the streets! I saved you from a lifetime of mendicancy! How can you do this to me, fuck it!?” The sturdy, middle-aged man screamed with all his might and hit the thick oak table with his angry fists. The veins in his neck and forehead throbbing as if they were about to jump out of his body and flood the place like firemen hoses of blood.
“I... I... it wasn’t my fault, kachou...” Chinen whispered almost intimidated. It wasn’t usual in him to feel that way.
“Yes!! Yes, it was your fault!! Are you making extra profit behind my back, you fucker? Kisama, fucking traitor! You think you are gonna smart up on me, asshole?! You think you are gonna use me, of all people, only to get richer?! You little son of a bitch!!”
“It’s not like that kachou, let me explain...” Chinen tried in vain to keep the argument within the boundaries of reason.
“I don’t need your fucking explanations, you moron! I know perfectly well what happened! The client told me everything!”
“No! Don’t believe him! He got it all wrong!” Chinen howled in despair.
“Yuuri-kun...” The fifty-something procurer hissed like a snake, narrowing his eyes. “I’ve told you a thousand times. The paying party is always right... and you don’t pay.” He hit his fist again on the desk making it shake.
“He does, not you! So he’ll always be right and you’ll always be wrong! Have you understood? He pays to be right, fucking dammit! If you want me to even listen to you, then start working for free!”
“But... but... that’s not fair!” Chinen protested, his voice faulting.
“What the fuck do I care about fair?! Who the hell do you fucking think I am? Kamen Rider? This is business, Chinen, and you are my employee!”
“I know that, kachou, but...”
“You are a damned traitor, bastard, and you are gonna pay a high price for this! Nobody betrays me! You are not going to have a single client until the counter-test results are done in six months. And you better be negative. You won’t get not even one client, bastard! But you’ll still have to pay your monthly dues. Got that? You’ll be owing me 100000 Yen a month, and you better pay before deadline, or you’ll be on the dead-line.”
“That’s not fair! You said my savings were mine to keep!”
“Well, welcome to reality! Your savings just got a one-way ticket into kachou’s pocket thanks to your incompetence! And if you can’t pay, I’ll make sure I’ll cash it anyway... anyhow, you got that? And don’t even try to run away from me! You know you can’t survive without my help, and you also know I’m gonna find you anywhere you go! I’ve got informants all over Tokyo. My hounds will get you and bring you to me! And my hounds will not be as merciful as I am.”
“But... but... kachou...” Chinen broke down in tears.
“Don’t cry to me, fag! Do you have any idea of how many idiots like you come to me with the very same crocodile tears? Do you think I’d have kept myself doing business if I were stupid enough to mind about those weeping jerks?!”
“I don’t care how others cry! I cry because I’m right and you don’t listen to me! I’ve always been a good employee! I always did things right! I don’t wanna die! And that son of a bitch... that son of a bitch beat me up, raped me, and left a torn rubber up my ass! All because he thought I had a voyeur inside the closet.”
“Uruse, baka! Don’t try to deny it now!”
“Yes there was somebody inside the closet! Yes there was! But it wasn’t a voyeur! It was a friend of mine that had come over for a visit! He didn’t know I had a client and I pushed him inside so that the client wouldn’t get the weird idea of pulling out a threesome with him! Because he’s just an innocent boy, and he doesn’t deserve such a shitty fate!”
“Uruse yo!! Shitty brat! I don’t give a damn about you or your stupid friend! You moron! The only reason why I hope you didn’t catch any deadly disease is because I want to keep exploiting your tight, little butt!. And it’s no use to me if you are coughing blood while you are being fucked! Your butt is too cute and tight to let it go! But if it weren’t so, if your butt didn’t fill my pockets with cash... I’d wish you’d pay your idiocy with your life! Traitor! Fucking traitor! Get out of my sight!”
“Kachou!” Chinen gasped in disbelief.
“Get out of my site and don’t forget it... by the end of the month my men will visit you to get the pay. Be good to them... but don’t fuck them.
“Kachou...”
“I said out!!”
A.N: I think i'll update this series regularly on weekly or monthly basis from now on. If there's any readers who actually read this crap.
And as usual, Thank you all who followed and commented on my fic till this episode. So, how do you think about this episode, Like it? Hate it? Please tell me!