You're Mine - Chapter Five
Title: Ch.05 - Inscription
Pairing: Kato/?
Rating: R
Length: Chapter
Genre: Slash, chapter, mystery, first person.
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: Ah, this is really starting to get along. I don't have a for sure number of chapters set, but hopefully it will continue to move along at a good pace. I'm sorry to anyone who is in suspense. I'll definitely try to get to the point where we find out who it is soon. By the way, first R chapter! Hehe. I love higher ratings. I'd love to get to a chapter where it's even higher ;-D I'm so bad.
Later that day I found a note had been slipped into my notebook at some point when I had left it on the table. I tried to think if there was anyone who would have been more likely or less likely to put it there, but I couldn't figure it out. The letter itself sort of gave me a twisting feeling in my stomach, but I didn't feel sick or anything.
Shige, I was really happy to see that you wore the necklace. Did you read the inscription on the back?
I stopped in the middle of reading and looked at the necklace. There was an inscription? I reached around to pull it off without reading the rest of the note first. I turned it over and held it close so I could read the tiny little letters etched into the back, We belong together. I am his. I felt my stomach twist so tight that I thought I might be about to get sick, and I had to sit down. This guy, whichever one he was, was kind of twisted. So far he had proven that he was possessive and we weren't even together, and on top of that he was saying I belonged to him, like he was my master or something. I couldn't say for sure what he meant by that. After a moment of letting it sink in, I picked the letter back up and finished reading it.
I hope that's okay. I would like to wear one too someday, that you get for me. If you want to, you can write an inscription on it too. I guess that sounds kinds of cheesy, but I think it would be a really nice sort of secret code between us. Anyway, I had a dream about you last night. Would you like to know what it was about? I want you to give me a sign if you do though. I thought of a really sexy way. Later on the air conditioner will be off in the building. It'll take them long enough to figure it out that's it's just flipped off for it to get hot. When it does, take your shirt off. If you leave it on then you'll never know. Trust me, you want to know. It was a good dream. I'd really like to share it with you. And maybe it will come true.
I couldn't help but be curious about what his dream was, although I also sort of wondered if it was really a good idea to find out. In my mind I fought with myself about whether or not I should do what he said. It was sort of like following an order, like he was telling me what to do. It made me feel uncertain and uncomfortable, because I didn't know what it would mean if I did what he said. Hadn't I already been doing that already? The thought that I had only confused me more. I didn't really know what to think or feel about what was going on anymore. I was really starting to get frustrated at that point. And as the building started to heat up, I felt even more nervous. The other guys started to complain, and I could notice the sweat starting to bead on my spine.
I almost felt in sort of a panic as I thought about what I should do. No one else had taken their shirt off yet, but I was starting to think that it sounded like a good idea without it having been something I was told to do. When I heard a staff member say they were going to go check things out, I decided I had to make a decision. Taking a small breath, I reached down and pulled the edge of my shirt up and then over my head. I got a look from Koyama, who looked a little surprised since I usually wasn't one to take their shirt off first. Tegoshi grinned and pulled his own shirt off. Masuda smiled a little, but didn't pay attention for long. Ryo and Yamapi didn't pay much attention other than just looking up at me for a moment.
As the next several minutes went by, Yamapi and then Ryo also ended up taking their shirts off before the staff member came back and said someone had found the problem. I felt sort of more at ease because I had made a decision, but I was also more on edge because of what it meant. Would he share the dream with me now? And when?
I thought about it all night, and then the next day until I got a letter saying to check my mail regularly. The note made me excited since I wanted to know, and I thought maybe it would be a hint. I didn't get anything in the mail that day, but the next I found an envelope that was obviously a personal message. I took it into my bedroom before opening it. This was the first time I'd read something at home, completely on my own. I stared at the red paper I had pulled out of the envelope for a long time, pacing in my room, before going to it and sitting down on the edge of my bed to read.
We were at my place. I couldn't keep it secret anymore. I had to tell you who I was. When I said that it was me, you looked at me, surprised. But then you were happy. I kissed you, slowly first and then I put my tongue in your mouth.
I stopped and looked away for a moment. I was surprised somehow, even though I had known it would be sexual. I mean I figured it would be, but it was still surprising somehow. And the knowledge that I'd wanted to read it, and that he knew I had wanted to, kind of made me feel weird. I wasn't really sure what to think of it. But even though I was so confused, I didn't want to stop reading.
You made the sweetest noises as I moved my mouth to kiss your neck. My left hand slipped under your shirt, touching your skin. It felt so warm and soft. I pushed you down onto my bed, pressing you into the mattress, our bodies hard against each other. You shivered underneath me. I was getting so hard just from touching you. I moved my hand into your pants, stroking you until you were hard and needy beneath me. You kept asking me to fuck you, and I really wanted to. So, I started taking our clothes off. It felt so good being naked with you, kissing you and feeling your body against me. I want to do this with you, Shige. I want to do this and so much more.
I felt myself stare for a long time at the end of the last sentence, almost unable to believe that it ended there. It made sense though. Dreams often ended before things were complete. But I felt almost like it was teasing me, with no ending. I felt my eyes move back up the paper, reading over different parts of it again. I'd never gotten a letter like this before. I'd never thought about someone having a dream like that about me. I'd never thought about someone wanting to fuck me. I hid the note under a large stack of clothes in my dresser. I definitely didn't want anyone else to find that.
That night I had a dream that was similar to what I had read in the letter, probably inspired by it. I was in a dark room with him. He was in the shadows, so I couldn't tell who he was. He was speaking to me, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't make out his voice. But I knew he was telling me that he wanted me. He was saying things that I had read in the letters before, the words I must have somehow memorized through rereading. Then he came closer to me. I tried to move so that I could see his face but I couldn't. Then he grabbed me and he was kissing me. I was trapped in his arms and I couldn't move, but after a minute I stopped trying. Then he was touching me. He started doing the things I had read over again just before I went to sleep.
Day Fifteen
I woke up with a hard on, and I didn't know what to think. I almost felt dirty as I got in the shower and stroked myself to relief. The words from the letter, and the feelings from my dream present in my mind. I was scared because I didn't know what any of it meant. But I was really starting to feel like I wanted to know who he was, like I needed to know. I really wanted another letter, and I kept checking for one the entire day. I had taken the other letters with me, hidden inside my bag. I thought that if I had free time, I could try and figure something out by reading over them.
"You seem really weird today," I heard Tegoshi say as he sat down in a chair beside me. I had just left my bag after digging around in it and sat at a table, feeling frustrated. "Did you lose something? You seem like you're looking for something."
"No, I'm fine," I responded, reaching up to play with the necklace I had decided to wear again. I noticed Tegoshi looking at it. He seemed to be paying a lot of attention to me, but I wasn't sure if he was just being nosy. Yamapi walked into the room and sat down across the table, leaning back and closing his eyes. Tegoshi looked at him for a long moment before shrugging, as if to dismiss the topic.
I didn't feel fine though. It had only been just over two weeks and I was already so wrapped around these letters. My stomach was wound so tightly into a knot as I waited for the next one. I didn't know what I would do if I didn't get one that day. Luckily towards the end of the day, I did find one. It had been slipped into the front pocket of my bag.
I didn't wait until I got home to read it, even though I was about to leave for the day. I opened it up and looked over the words.
Did you like my letter? I hope so. You seem really on edge today. Maybe it's because you liked my letter a little more than you thought you should? It's okay if you do. I fought these feelings for a long time, Shige. And it will start to feel pretty natural if you give it some time. I can feel myself getting closer to you. Can you feel it? I want to tell you soon. I want to be able to really touch you. Are you ready for it though?
The question at the end confused me. How could I respond to it? I really wanted to. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to know. But if I was ready for it, I didn't really know what that meant. Did he mean was I ready to be involved with a guy? Or did I want him now? I didn't feel like those were questions I could answer, especially because I couldn't connect the bit I knew about him to a face. I felt like there were two parts to this guy, and I was missing the second half. I could see the possible other parts, but I didn't know which one fit. There was no way to know all of who this guy was until I knew exactly who he was. How could I know whether or not I wanted to be with him? But I was interested. I couldn't deny that the letters had slowly sparked something in me. Not now that I couldn't stop thinking about them.
Day Sixteen
I kept wondering if he was going to tell me who he was soon. I thought I'd done more than enough to prove I was open to the idea. I was still wearing the damn necklace, and I'd done pretty much everything he'd asked me to, or told me to as the case might have been. But I didn't feel like any of the guys were acting different or unusual compared to their normal selves. It was really frustrating. I almost hated him for it, again. At first I hated him for putting me in the position at all. Now I hated him for that and for leaving me in the dark. It was a really scary place to be, and I even felt a little alone. Even though I knew someone else was in on it, I didn't know who. Where he could look at me all he wanted, I couldn't look at him and know who he was no matter how much I wanted to.
I was hoping that he would leave me a hint in the next letter, or do something that would help me figure out who he was. I was less trying to figure out who he was anymore than just wishing I knew. Then something unexpected happened. Something I don't know whether or not I would wish to undo. I was heading for the room I'd left my bag in, feeling extremely weighed down by everything that was on my mind when I stopped at the door, because someone was already in there. I felt my heart jump into my throat when I saw that the other guy was standing by my bag. He had a red note in his hand, held up in front of him as he looked at it. Suddenly it felt like my world had stopped and I felt the other man's name quietly slip from my lips. Was it really ... him?
Pairing: Kato/?
Rating: R
Length: Chapter
Genre: Slash, chapter, mystery, first person.
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: Ah, this is really starting to get along. I don't have a for sure number of chapters set, but hopefully it will continue to move along at a good pace. I'm sorry to anyone who is in suspense. I'll definitely try to get to the point where we find out who it is soon. By the way, first R chapter! Hehe. I love higher ratings. I'd love to get to a chapter where it's even higher ;-D I'm so bad.
Later that day I found a note had been slipped into my notebook at some point when I had left it on the table. I tried to think if there was anyone who would have been more likely or less likely to put it there, but I couldn't figure it out. The letter itself sort of gave me a twisting feeling in my stomach, but I didn't feel sick or anything.
Shige, I was really happy to see that you wore the necklace. Did you read the inscription on the back?
I stopped in the middle of reading and looked at the necklace. There was an inscription? I reached around to pull it off without reading the rest of the note first. I turned it over and held it close so I could read the tiny little letters etched into the back, We belong together. I am his. I felt my stomach twist so tight that I thought I might be about to get sick, and I had to sit down. This guy, whichever one he was, was kind of twisted. So far he had proven that he was possessive and we weren't even together, and on top of that he was saying I belonged to him, like he was my master or something. I couldn't say for sure what he meant by that. After a moment of letting it sink in, I picked the letter back up and finished reading it.
I hope that's okay. I would like to wear one too someday, that you get for me. If you want to, you can write an inscription on it too. I guess that sounds kinds of cheesy, but I think it would be a really nice sort of secret code between us. Anyway, I had a dream about you last night. Would you like to know what it was about? I want you to give me a sign if you do though. I thought of a really sexy way. Later on the air conditioner will be off in the building. It'll take them long enough to figure it out that's it's just flipped off for it to get hot. When it does, take your shirt off. If you leave it on then you'll never know. Trust me, you want to know. It was a good dream. I'd really like to share it with you. And maybe it will come true.
I couldn't help but be curious about what his dream was, although I also sort of wondered if it was really a good idea to find out. In my mind I fought with myself about whether or not I should do what he said. It was sort of like following an order, like he was telling me what to do. It made me feel uncertain and uncomfortable, because I didn't know what it would mean if I did what he said. Hadn't I already been doing that already? The thought that I had only confused me more. I didn't really know what to think or feel about what was going on anymore. I was really starting to get frustrated at that point. And as the building started to heat up, I felt even more nervous. The other guys started to complain, and I could notice the sweat starting to bead on my spine.
I almost felt in sort of a panic as I thought about what I should do. No one else had taken their shirt off yet, but I was starting to think that it sounded like a good idea without it having been something I was told to do. When I heard a staff member say they were going to go check things out, I decided I had to make a decision. Taking a small breath, I reached down and pulled the edge of my shirt up and then over my head. I got a look from Koyama, who looked a little surprised since I usually wasn't one to take their shirt off first. Tegoshi grinned and pulled his own shirt off. Masuda smiled a little, but didn't pay attention for long. Ryo and Yamapi didn't pay much attention other than just looking up at me for a moment.
As the next several minutes went by, Yamapi and then Ryo also ended up taking their shirts off before the staff member came back and said someone had found the problem. I felt sort of more at ease because I had made a decision, but I was also more on edge because of what it meant. Would he share the dream with me now? And when?
I thought about it all night, and then the next day until I got a letter saying to check my mail regularly. The note made me excited since I wanted to know, and I thought maybe it would be a hint. I didn't get anything in the mail that day, but the next I found an envelope that was obviously a personal message. I took it into my bedroom before opening it. This was the first time I'd read something at home, completely on my own. I stared at the red paper I had pulled out of the envelope for a long time, pacing in my room, before going to it and sitting down on the edge of my bed to read.
We were at my place. I couldn't keep it secret anymore. I had to tell you who I was. When I said that it was me, you looked at me, surprised. But then you were happy. I kissed you, slowly first and then I put my tongue in your mouth.
I stopped and looked away for a moment. I was surprised somehow, even though I had known it would be sexual. I mean I figured it would be, but it was still surprising somehow. And the knowledge that I'd wanted to read it, and that he knew I had wanted to, kind of made me feel weird. I wasn't really sure what to think of it. But even though I was so confused, I didn't want to stop reading.
You made the sweetest noises as I moved my mouth to kiss your neck. My left hand slipped under your shirt, touching your skin. It felt so warm and soft. I pushed you down onto my bed, pressing you into the mattress, our bodies hard against each other. You shivered underneath me. I was getting so hard just from touching you. I moved my hand into your pants, stroking you until you were hard and needy beneath me. You kept asking me to fuck you, and I really wanted to. So, I started taking our clothes off. It felt so good being naked with you, kissing you and feeling your body against me. I want to do this with you, Shige. I want to do this and so much more.
I felt myself stare for a long time at the end of the last sentence, almost unable to believe that it ended there. It made sense though. Dreams often ended before things were complete. But I felt almost like it was teasing me, with no ending. I felt my eyes move back up the paper, reading over different parts of it again. I'd never gotten a letter like this before. I'd never thought about someone having a dream like that about me. I'd never thought about someone wanting to fuck me. I hid the note under a large stack of clothes in my dresser. I definitely didn't want anyone else to find that.
That night I had a dream that was similar to what I had read in the letter, probably inspired by it. I was in a dark room with him. He was in the shadows, so I couldn't tell who he was. He was speaking to me, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't make out his voice. But I knew he was telling me that he wanted me. He was saying things that I had read in the letters before, the words I must have somehow memorized through rereading. Then he came closer to me. I tried to move so that I could see his face but I couldn't. Then he grabbed me and he was kissing me. I was trapped in his arms and I couldn't move, but after a minute I stopped trying. Then he was touching me. He started doing the things I had read over again just before I went to sleep.
Day Fifteen
I woke up with a hard on, and I didn't know what to think. I almost felt dirty as I got in the shower and stroked myself to relief. The words from the letter, and the feelings from my dream present in my mind. I was scared because I didn't know what any of it meant. But I was really starting to feel like I wanted to know who he was, like I needed to know. I really wanted another letter, and I kept checking for one the entire day. I had taken the other letters with me, hidden inside my bag. I thought that if I had free time, I could try and figure something out by reading over them.
"You seem really weird today," I heard Tegoshi say as he sat down in a chair beside me. I had just left my bag after digging around in it and sat at a table, feeling frustrated. "Did you lose something? You seem like you're looking for something."
"No, I'm fine," I responded, reaching up to play with the necklace I had decided to wear again. I noticed Tegoshi looking at it. He seemed to be paying a lot of attention to me, but I wasn't sure if he was just being nosy. Yamapi walked into the room and sat down across the table, leaning back and closing his eyes. Tegoshi looked at him for a long moment before shrugging, as if to dismiss the topic.
I didn't feel fine though. It had only been just over two weeks and I was already so wrapped around these letters. My stomach was wound so tightly into a knot as I waited for the next one. I didn't know what I would do if I didn't get one that day. Luckily towards the end of the day, I did find one. It had been slipped into the front pocket of my bag.
I didn't wait until I got home to read it, even though I was about to leave for the day. I opened it up and looked over the words.
Did you like my letter? I hope so. You seem really on edge today. Maybe it's because you liked my letter a little more than you thought you should? It's okay if you do. I fought these feelings for a long time, Shige. And it will start to feel pretty natural if you give it some time. I can feel myself getting closer to you. Can you feel it? I want to tell you soon. I want to be able to really touch you. Are you ready for it though?
The question at the end confused me. How could I respond to it? I really wanted to. I wanted to tell him that I wanted to know. But if I was ready for it, I didn't really know what that meant. Did he mean was I ready to be involved with a guy? Or did I want him now? I didn't feel like those were questions I could answer, especially because I couldn't connect the bit I knew about him to a face. I felt like there were two parts to this guy, and I was missing the second half. I could see the possible other parts, but I didn't know which one fit. There was no way to know all of who this guy was until I knew exactly who he was. How could I know whether or not I wanted to be with him? But I was interested. I couldn't deny that the letters had slowly sparked something in me. Not now that I couldn't stop thinking about them.
Day Sixteen
I kept wondering if he was going to tell me who he was soon. I thought I'd done more than enough to prove I was open to the idea. I was still wearing the damn necklace, and I'd done pretty much everything he'd asked me to, or told me to as the case might have been. But I didn't feel like any of the guys were acting different or unusual compared to their normal selves. It was really frustrating. I almost hated him for it, again. At first I hated him for putting me in the position at all. Now I hated him for that and for leaving me in the dark. It was a really scary place to be, and I even felt a little alone. Even though I knew someone else was in on it, I didn't know who. Where he could look at me all he wanted, I couldn't look at him and know who he was no matter how much I wanted to.
I was hoping that he would leave me a hint in the next letter, or do something that would help me figure out who he was. I was less trying to figure out who he was anymore than just wishing I knew. Then something unexpected happened. Something I don't know whether or not I would wish to undo. I was heading for the room I'd left my bag in, feeling extremely weighed down by everything that was on my mind when I stopped at the door, because someone was already in there. I felt my heart jump into my throat when I saw that the other guy was standing by my bag. He had a red note in his hand, held up in front of him as he looked at it. Suddenly it felt like my world had stopped and I felt the other man's name quietly slip from my lips. Was it really ... him?