You're Mine - Chapter Two
Title: Ch.02 - Confusion
Pairing: Kato/?
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chapter
Genre: Slash, chapter, mystery, first person.
Warnings: It's pretty tame for the moment, but this story will get darker eventually, and will definitely deal with themes of Master/Slave, and possibly BDSM, and such. Obviously homosexuality, and intra-band relations :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone related to JE. These are only ideas floating around my head that I decided to write about.
Summary: Shige begins to get strange notes from an anonymous source. He doesn't know if they're a prank, or if they're for real. Most of all though, he has no idea who it is that's leaving the notes for him.
A/N: This chapter is a little short, but don't worry. The next one has a lot more in it so far. I sort of feel like the first two chapters were setting it up, and in the next one it will start to take off more. Hopefully it will be good! :) Let me know what you think so far. And feel free to guess at any point if you think you know who is leaving the notes. I definitely have someone specific in mind ;)
It was difficult to continue work without remembering the notes, especially when I was speaking to the other guys. I was sure it was one of them. Although I didn't think it was impossible that the staff could have done it, I thought it sounded less likely. If it was a joke then it was probably from one of the other members, and I really hoped it was a joke.
Day Three
I was a little more on edge the next day. I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to get another note. With all the work we were doing for the concert, we were together almost every day. And then there would be the actual concerts, where we were together every day. I could imagine how easy it would be for someone to keep leaving me notes, if they wanted to. I wished then that they would just stop, that whoever it was would forget about whatever joke they were playing.
The other guys all seemed to be acting normal, something that I found a little irritating. One of them had to have been the one who left the note and whoever he was, was just acting like it hadn't happened. It was frustrating because I couldn't stop thinking about it. I tried to keep an eye on my bag more than usual, and I didn't take my jacket off once. I thought everything was fine until we were getting lunch and I found another note slipped in with the napkin that had come with my bento box. So many people could have had access to those, I realized. A sort of nervousness gripped my stomach and I quickly slipped the note into my pocket. I didn't want anyone else to ask me about it, or worse, to read it.
Later I sort of wondered why I felt so secretive about the note, as if I had done something wrong or should be embarrassed that someone was playing this joke on me. I waited until I was alone, locked behind a bathroom door. I slowly opened the letter, my curiosity on overdrive. I looked at the note and felt my mouth drop open a little bit.
You're already listening so well to what I say. That just proves that deep down you feel the desire to be mine as well. I can tell it was difficult to keep everything to yourself. Don't worry though, Shige. I would never hurt you. You're mine, and I'll always take care of you. From now on. There's one thing I will confirm that you've probably been wondering. I'm one of the band members, but I won't tell you which one.
I felt a sort of restless discomfort at what the letter said. Somehow it was starting to feel less and less like a prank and more like something that I didn't even know how to deal with.
For the first time, that night I thought about what it would mean if the notes were one hundred percent serious. That would mean one of the guys in the band wanted me. I had never considered myself gay. I'd liked women before, plenty of them. I certainly didn't feel like I wanted to be gay either. Not only that, but someone I had worked with closely for years might be that way, might want to be involved with me. There was that, and then the constant reaffirmation of the writer's opinion that I belonged to him. That was just weird. That was what I thought, and then I tried not to think about it anymore. The next day I would confront the group and ask them who was leaving me letters. That was what I'd decided. I just wanted to find out that it really was a joke.
~Day Four~
No matter what I'd decided the previous night, I found that the next day I couldn't say anything. I didn't know how, and I was really afraid that it was for real. A couple of the other guys asked me why I was so edgy that day, but it was difficult to even converse with them without thinking about the letters, since I didn't know which one had left them and what they meant.
That day I didn't find another note. I didn't know what to make of it other than maybe whoever it was had chickened out or lost interest in whatever game they were playing. That thought was quickly shot out the window when I got another note in my bag the next day. It read:
You were so cute yesterday. The way you looked at everyone in the band like they might bite you. I'm the only one who's allowed to do that though. You shouldn't be so nervous. I told you I'd take care of you. I didn't want to come right out and tell you in person because I wanted to give it some time to sink in, so you could have time to realize that you belong with me. I didn't want you to freak out and have to deal with it all at once. This is easier for both of us, right? I got you something. I'll give it to you soon, when I think you're ready.
I felt myself sink into the chair beside me without really even thinking about it. I stared at the note in disbelief. How could this be really happening? Why would one of the guys in the band do this? And most importantly, did he seriously mean it?
Pairing: Kato/?
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chapter
Genre: Slash, chapter, mystery, first person.
Warnings: It's pretty tame for the moment, but this story will get darker eventually, and will definitely deal with themes of Master/Slave, and possibly BDSM, and such. Obviously homosexuality, and intra-band relations :)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone related to JE. These are only ideas floating around my head that I decided to write about.
Summary: Shige begins to get strange notes from an anonymous source. He doesn't know if they're a prank, or if they're for real. Most of all though, he has no idea who it is that's leaving the notes for him.
A/N: This chapter is a little short, but don't worry. The next one has a lot more in it so far. I sort of feel like the first two chapters were setting it up, and in the next one it will start to take off more. Hopefully it will be good! :) Let me know what you think so far. And feel free to guess at any point if you think you know who is leaving the notes. I definitely have someone specific in mind ;)
It was difficult to continue work without remembering the notes, especially when I was speaking to the other guys. I was sure it was one of them. Although I didn't think it was impossible that the staff could have done it, I thought it sounded less likely. If it was a joke then it was probably from one of the other members, and I really hoped it was a joke.
Day Three
I was a little more on edge the next day. I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to get another note. With all the work we were doing for the concert, we were together almost every day. And then there would be the actual concerts, where we were together every day. I could imagine how easy it would be for someone to keep leaving me notes, if they wanted to. I wished then that they would just stop, that whoever it was would forget about whatever joke they were playing.
The other guys all seemed to be acting normal, something that I found a little irritating. One of them had to have been the one who left the note and whoever he was, was just acting like it hadn't happened. It was frustrating because I couldn't stop thinking about it. I tried to keep an eye on my bag more than usual, and I didn't take my jacket off once. I thought everything was fine until we were getting lunch and I found another note slipped in with the napkin that had come with my bento box. So many people could have had access to those, I realized. A sort of nervousness gripped my stomach and I quickly slipped the note into my pocket. I didn't want anyone else to ask me about it, or worse, to read it.
Later I sort of wondered why I felt so secretive about the note, as if I had done something wrong or should be embarrassed that someone was playing this joke on me. I waited until I was alone, locked behind a bathroom door. I slowly opened the letter, my curiosity on overdrive. I looked at the note and felt my mouth drop open a little bit.
You're already listening so well to what I say. That just proves that deep down you feel the desire to be mine as well. I can tell it was difficult to keep everything to yourself. Don't worry though, Shige. I would never hurt you. You're mine, and I'll always take care of you. From now on. There's one thing I will confirm that you've probably been wondering. I'm one of the band members, but I won't tell you which one.
I felt a sort of restless discomfort at what the letter said. Somehow it was starting to feel less and less like a prank and more like something that I didn't even know how to deal with.
For the first time, that night I thought about what it would mean if the notes were one hundred percent serious. That would mean one of the guys in the band wanted me. I had never considered myself gay. I'd liked women before, plenty of them. I certainly didn't feel like I wanted to be gay either. Not only that, but someone I had worked with closely for years might be that way, might want to be involved with me. There was that, and then the constant reaffirmation of the writer's opinion that I belonged to him. That was just weird. That was what I thought, and then I tried not to think about it anymore. The next day I would confront the group and ask them who was leaving me letters. That was what I'd decided. I just wanted to find out that it really was a joke.
~Day Four~
No matter what I'd decided the previous night, I found that the next day I couldn't say anything. I didn't know how, and I was really afraid that it was for real. A couple of the other guys asked me why I was so edgy that day, but it was difficult to even converse with them without thinking about the letters, since I didn't know which one had left them and what they meant.
That day I didn't find another note. I didn't know what to make of it other than maybe whoever it was had chickened out or lost interest in whatever game they were playing. That thought was quickly shot out the window when I got another note in my bag the next day. It read:
You were so cute yesterday. The way you looked at everyone in the band like they might bite you. I'm the only one who's allowed to do that though. You shouldn't be so nervous. I told you I'd take care of you. I didn't want to come right out and tell you in person because I wanted to give it some time to sink in, so you could have time to realize that you belong with me. I didn't want you to freak out and have to deal with it all at once. This is easier for both of us, right? I got you something. I'll give it to you soon, when I think you're ready.
I felt myself sink into the chair beside me without really even thinking about it. I stared at the note in disbelief. How could this be really happening? Why would one of the guys in the band do this? And most importantly, did he seriously mean it?