Dance, monkey, dance (chapter 4)
Title: Dance, monkey, dance.
Author: pe_gret
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Bands Included:The GazettE
Chapter: 4/10
Genre: AU; Angst; Fluff; Smut
Rating: PG - PG-13 in the first chapters, NC-17 towards the ending chapters.
Summary: Rule #1: Never fall in love with someone you work with; it can only lead to trouble. Being controlled by his new trainer, Yuu Shiroyama, Kouyou is put under pressure and has now been taught to do everything this man says. With that, Yuu learns how to take advantage of him and finds joy in making Kouyou suffer as much as possible.
Warnings: Smut in later chapters;
Disclaimer: I don’t own the GazettE, only my large imagination.
A few days had passed, and Kouyou was not feeling any better. His ankle had swollen, and even after the doctor had told him that it was just fine, he was still in pain. It wasn’t that bad of a pain, it was more like a soreness that never left. It was quiet, but still there, and after a while, it brought quite a large amount of discomfort that was beginning to annoy him. It was beginning to affect his dancing as well.
Yuu had finally started showing him ways to spice up his dancing, and had even complimented certain steps that he came up on his own. He thought he was doing well, until several moves that used to be easy for him began turning difficult, his feet not feeling stable enough to support his weight anymore. Could it be that he was just making the would worse by straining it?
“Yuu! I can’t do this anymore!” Kouyou broke down into tears, sprawled across the dance floor. “I can’t do this! It hurts! I hate this! I can’t do anything right anymore, Yuu!”
“Stop being such a little wimp.”
Yuu stood up from his place and switched off the music, his dark eyes glaring down at the boy. “You’re being a baby.” He made Kouyou get up by pulling him to his feet and he knelt down to look at the other’s swollen ankle. “It’s not even that bad, I really don’t see what you are complaining about.”
“It hurts! I can’t really do anything anymore because of it!” Kouyou regretted ever coming to Yuu now, even if Yutaka was the one that recommended him in the first place. Yuu was a great guy and all, but if it wasn’t for him being at this place, none of this would have happened and Kouyou could have continued to dance the way he was used to, his ankle not hurting as much as it did at the moment. He felt such hatred towards Yuu that he couldn’t explain, it took a lot of effort to keep himself from punching the other in the face.
Yuu, on the other hand, seemed pretty calm about the situation, his face not showing any sign of affection. It was stiff and it looked like he was trying pretty hard to keep it that way, because his eyes were looking pretty angry. Yuu was not a patient man, Kouyou knew this, but he had to understand him right? He had to even take responsibility for the painful wound, since he was pretty much the one that caused it.
“Useless.” Yuu laughed and he laughed loudly, making the ringing sound fill Kouyou’s ears and hurt him. This upset him way more than the wound. He felt…humiliated. Something that Kouyou never wanted to feel and never expected to feel. Tears began to build up in his eyes, and they burned, making his face burn even more with embarrassment. He was going to cry. And he was going to cry very loudly.
“I have to use the restroom.” For a moment, Kouyou forgot that his ankle was hurt, and he sprinted towards the restroom, not even noticing the piercing pain that followed until after he arrived at the restroom. He was glad that it was empty, since he knew there was usually one or two other dancers inside, getting ready to meet with whoever was going to help them out. The quiet was amazing, and Kouyou felt confident enough to break it as he hid behind a door and cried. He hadn’t cried so hard in so long, and was shocked at the feeling that followed. It was nice and comforting and he felt good since he had finally released the tension that had been in him for a while.
He sobbed for about five minutes, just screaming and shouting and not caring what anyone who heard him would say. His eyeliner was smeared all over his face and he knew it because his hands were now covered in it after he had wiped some tears from his eyes. He didn’t care though. He didn’t have anything to care about at the moment except tasting the stinging tears that represented his humiliation, and how much he wanted to beat Yuu. How much he didn’t want to see him anymore. How much he wished he hadn’t felt that he could possibly be a good guy.
He wanted his mom to be here and to tell him that everything would be alright. He wanted her to be the reason that he was in tears now, actually. Kouyou was not one to cry about something that someone said to him, only his mom’s comments were able to bring him to tears. He didn’t understand himself, because Yuu wasn’t his mother, and yet he had made him bawl like a baby. Why was it that his words affected him so harshly? Word! It was one word! It wasn’t even a bad word! It was something that Kouyou would have never thought he’d be called, though. Maybe that’s what did it.
Useless.
“Kouyou!”
Kouyou clutched the toilet paper that he was using to wipe his nose and tried to hold his sobs back. Maybe he shouldn’t have actually told him where he was going. Kouyou made a mental not to never do something stupid like that again and lifted his legs slowly, hoping that Yuu wouldn’t see his feet behind the door and come in.
“I know you’re in here, Kouyou.” Yuu muttered, banging on Kouyou’s stall. Kouyou gasped quietly and lifted his feet up higher, biting his lip and hoping that he wouldn’t make a noise. He bit harder and a choked sob escaped from his throat at last, making Yuu bang harder on the door. “You’re in here, Kouyou! You can’t say you’re not! I heard you!”
“So what?”
“So come out.”
“My face is messy. I don’t want you to see me.” Kouyou lied. He didn’t actually care much about Yuu seeing his messy face, since Yuu had already seen him at his worst, dripping in sweat and smelling worse that the trash can behind the alley near his house. What he really cared about is having himself feeling worse by having Yuu see him crying. Nothing was worse than having someone see him cry. It proved that whatever Yuu said hurt him, and he didn’t want him to think anything of it. Because if he cried, it meant he cared.
He didn’t want Yuu to know that he cared.
“I don’t care.” Yuu kept banging his fists against the restroom stall and he was beginning to sound desperate. “Please, Kouyou.”
“Why do you want to see me anyways?”
“Because. I need to see you.”
“Just go away.”
Yuu stopped banging on the door of the restroom and Kouyou believed he probably left. He smiled a little bit, until he saw Yuu’s head at the bottom of the stall. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YUU!?!” Kouyou squealed, wondering if it was possible for there to be a secret exit somewhere in the restroom. He really didn’t want to be in a crowded restroom stall with the person that made him feel humiliated just a couple minutes ago.
“I need to see that you were okay.” Yuu was smiling and it was different. He didn’t seem as scared as he sounded, he sounded more relieved in a way, and Kouyou found it kind of weird. It was one of the oddest smiles he’d seen Yuu give off, not that he had seen that many, and he concluded that the man was bipolar from the way he was looking at him. He no longer seemed annoyed, or pissed off, or anything like that. He seemed to truly care about Kouyou for a couple seconds, and it reminded Kouyou of his mom. He wanted to hug Yuu know, but he didn’t do anything. He just stood there like an idiot and looked down at his feet.
“I’m fine.”
“You were crying.”
“Go away, Yuu.”
“You were crying.” Yuu held up Kouyou’s face and stared at him for the longest time with the sweetest eyes Kouyou had ever seen. Yuu began touching Kouyou’s cheeks slowly with his finger and began wiping off the eyeliner that had smeared all over them, and along the bottom lid of his eyes. Yuu didn’t seem disgusted by the condition Kouyou was in, like Kouyou had initially expected. He actually seemed okay with it. No one would ever seem okay with something like that. Kouyou looked seriously disgusting, or at least he thought so anyways. “Did I make you cry?”
“No!” Kouyou pushed Yuu’s hands away from him and scooted back a little, trying to be careful so he wouldn’t bump into the toilet and fall in. Yuu didn’t seem to get the hint and was only getting closer, touching Kouyou’s hips ever so slightly, making Kouyou shiver. Kouyou pressed his hands against Yuu’s chest and pushed him away with all the strength he had, but Kouyou’s energy drained when his tears dropped, and he couldn’t take do anything anymore.
So he just let Yuu pull him into a hug, even as he had his hands on Yuu’s chest. Yuu was holding him like a little girl would hold a new Barbie doll, ever so softly. Treating him so delicately that it seemed as if Kouyou was made of glass. It was nice, in a way that Kouyou couldn’t explain. Not that he liked being held by men he wasn’t so familiar, or comfortable with. But the way that Yuu was holding him reminded him so much of what his mother was like. How she held him.
He liked Yuu because of that very reason. He was his mother.
As creepy as that sounded in his head, Kouyou let himself smile, and allowed Yuu to let him hold him as long as he needed. When Yuu was finished, Kouyou didn’t say a word, and Yuu had to speak up before the moment got more awkward than it already was. His words were barely a whisper, and Kouyou could have sworn that he heard Yuu’s voice crack before he cleared his voice and continued his very short sentence. It was kind of cute, in a way that Kouyou couldn’t understand.
“Do you want to go have lunch right now?”
Yuu was asking him out. Wasn’t he? Kouyou looked at Yuu to make sure that his expression was an “I’m asking you out on a date” kind of an expression, although he never thought that Yuu would wear something like that on his face. Yuu was looking away, sort of shyly, and his face was as serious as it had been before, but the only thing that had change was the color. Yuu’s usually pale skin was reddened, his cheeks being brighter than Kouyou had ever seen them, making him look sort of like an anime character.
“What?”
Kouyou had obviously heard the remark already, since so many thoughts gushed in his brain right after. But of course, what was better than humiliating the man that had just humiliated. Kouyou couldn’t think of anything better, so he decided to milk Yuu’s “slight love confession” a little longer. “I didn’t hear you very well, Yuu. I mean, your cheeks are really red and all, so I’m guessing you are going to tell me you have caught a cold or something, right? It’s something like that like?”
“Let’s go eat.” Yuu said harshly, not even asking for Kouyou’s permission this time. “We’re going to go eat whether you like it or not, girly.”
“Did you just call me a girl?” Kouyou scoffed, glaring at Yuu and actually feeling slightly offended, but not enough to upset him. “Why!?!”
“You know, girls are hot.” Yuu chuckled, opening the door of the stall and escorting Kouyou out of it like if he was bringing him out of a limousine. Kouyou accepted it as such and strolled out of the restroom with a serene facial expression, looking away from Yuu.
“Can’t you compare me to a hot guy?”
Yuu laughed a little more and pulled Kouyou closer by gripping on the other’s arm. He pulled him until Kouyou was so close to his face, and he could clearly see the red eyes, and the newly found smile on his face.
“Baby, I can’t do that. You’re too cute for that.”
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Author’s note: This update is a little late, neeee~? But whatever. I came up with a better chapter than the one that I was planning to write because of this. ^^ I’ve been watching this yaoi anime and after watching 8 episodes, it inspired me to write this! So I hope you all like it~
Btw, I drew the bathroom scene because I thought it was cute. Take a look! Uruha has black stuff on his eyes because of the eyeliner. Forgive my horrid handwriting and sloppy drawing skills.
Since my layout makes this look sloppy, drag the image to the top of your page so it creates a new tab and opens it up well.
Author: pe_gret
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Bands Included:The GazettE
Chapter: 4/10
Genre: AU; Angst; Fluff; Smut
Rating: PG - PG-13 in the first chapters, NC-17 towards the ending chapters.
Summary: Rule #1: Never fall in love with someone you work with; it can only lead to trouble. Being controlled by his new trainer, Yuu Shiroyama, Kouyou is put under pressure and has now been taught to do everything this man says. With that, Yuu learns how to take advantage of him and finds joy in making Kouyou suffer as much as possible.
Warnings: Smut in later chapters;
Disclaimer: I don’t own the GazettE, only my large imagination.
A few days had passed, and Kouyou was not feeling any better. His ankle had swollen, and even after the doctor had told him that it was just fine, he was still in pain. It wasn’t that bad of a pain, it was more like a soreness that never left. It was quiet, but still there, and after a while, it brought quite a large amount of discomfort that was beginning to annoy him. It was beginning to affect his dancing as well.
Yuu had finally started showing him ways to spice up his dancing, and had even complimented certain steps that he came up on his own. He thought he was doing well, until several moves that used to be easy for him began turning difficult, his feet not feeling stable enough to support his weight anymore. Could it be that he was just making the would worse by straining it?
“Yuu! I can’t do this anymore!” Kouyou broke down into tears, sprawled across the dance floor. “I can’t do this! It hurts! I hate this! I can’t do anything right anymore, Yuu!”
“Stop being such a little wimp.”
Yuu stood up from his place and switched off the music, his dark eyes glaring down at the boy. “You’re being a baby.” He made Kouyou get up by pulling him to his feet and he knelt down to look at the other’s swollen ankle. “It’s not even that bad, I really don’t see what you are complaining about.”
“It hurts! I can’t really do anything anymore because of it!” Kouyou regretted ever coming to Yuu now, even if Yutaka was the one that recommended him in the first place. Yuu was a great guy and all, but if it wasn’t for him being at this place, none of this would have happened and Kouyou could have continued to dance the way he was used to, his ankle not hurting as much as it did at the moment. He felt such hatred towards Yuu that he couldn’t explain, it took a lot of effort to keep himself from punching the other in the face.
Yuu, on the other hand, seemed pretty calm about the situation, his face not showing any sign of affection. It was stiff and it looked like he was trying pretty hard to keep it that way, because his eyes were looking pretty angry. Yuu was not a patient man, Kouyou knew this, but he had to understand him right? He had to even take responsibility for the painful wound, since he was pretty much the one that caused it.
“Useless.” Yuu laughed and he laughed loudly, making the ringing sound fill Kouyou’s ears and hurt him. This upset him way more than the wound. He felt…humiliated. Something that Kouyou never wanted to feel and never expected to feel. Tears began to build up in his eyes, and they burned, making his face burn even more with embarrassment. He was going to cry. And he was going to cry very loudly.
“I have to use the restroom.” For a moment, Kouyou forgot that his ankle was hurt, and he sprinted towards the restroom, not even noticing the piercing pain that followed until after he arrived at the restroom. He was glad that it was empty, since he knew there was usually one or two other dancers inside, getting ready to meet with whoever was going to help them out. The quiet was amazing, and Kouyou felt confident enough to break it as he hid behind a door and cried. He hadn’t cried so hard in so long, and was shocked at the feeling that followed. It was nice and comforting and he felt good since he had finally released the tension that had been in him for a while.
He sobbed for about five minutes, just screaming and shouting and not caring what anyone who heard him would say. His eyeliner was smeared all over his face and he knew it because his hands were now covered in it after he had wiped some tears from his eyes. He didn’t care though. He didn’t have anything to care about at the moment except tasting the stinging tears that represented his humiliation, and how much he wanted to beat Yuu. How much he didn’t want to see him anymore. How much he wished he hadn’t felt that he could possibly be a good guy.
He wanted his mom to be here and to tell him that everything would be alright. He wanted her to be the reason that he was in tears now, actually. Kouyou was not one to cry about something that someone said to him, only his mom’s comments were able to bring him to tears. He didn’t understand himself, because Yuu wasn’t his mother, and yet he had made him bawl like a baby. Why was it that his words affected him so harshly? Word! It was one word! It wasn’t even a bad word! It was something that Kouyou would have never thought he’d be called, though. Maybe that’s what did it.
Useless.
“Kouyou!”
Kouyou clutched the toilet paper that he was using to wipe his nose and tried to hold his sobs back. Maybe he shouldn’t have actually told him where he was going. Kouyou made a mental not to never do something stupid like that again and lifted his legs slowly, hoping that Yuu wouldn’t see his feet behind the door and come in.
“I know you’re in here, Kouyou.” Yuu muttered, banging on Kouyou’s stall. Kouyou gasped quietly and lifted his feet up higher, biting his lip and hoping that he wouldn’t make a noise. He bit harder and a choked sob escaped from his throat at last, making Yuu bang harder on the door. “You’re in here, Kouyou! You can’t say you’re not! I heard you!”
“So what?”
“So come out.”
“My face is messy. I don’t want you to see me.” Kouyou lied. He didn’t actually care much about Yuu seeing his messy face, since Yuu had already seen him at his worst, dripping in sweat and smelling worse that the trash can behind the alley near his house. What he really cared about is having himself feeling worse by having Yuu see him crying. Nothing was worse than having someone see him cry. It proved that whatever Yuu said hurt him, and he didn’t want him to think anything of it. Because if he cried, it meant he cared.
He didn’t want Yuu to know that he cared.
“I don’t care.” Yuu kept banging his fists against the restroom stall and he was beginning to sound desperate. “Please, Kouyou.”
“Why do you want to see me anyways?”
“Because. I need to see you.”
“Just go away.”
Yuu stopped banging on the door of the restroom and Kouyou believed he probably left. He smiled a little bit, until he saw Yuu’s head at the bottom of the stall. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YUU!?!” Kouyou squealed, wondering if it was possible for there to be a secret exit somewhere in the restroom. He really didn’t want to be in a crowded restroom stall with the person that made him feel humiliated just a couple minutes ago.
“I need to see that you were okay.” Yuu was smiling and it was different. He didn’t seem as scared as he sounded, he sounded more relieved in a way, and Kouyou found it kind of weird. It was one of the oddest smiles he’d seen Yuu give off, not that he had seen that many, and he concluded that the man was bipolar from the way he was looking at him. He no longer seemed annoyed, or pissed off, or anything like that. He seemed to truly care about Kouyou for a couple seconds, and it reminded Kouyou of his mom. He wanted to hug Yuu know, but he didn’t do anything. He just stood there like an idiot and looked down at his feet.
“I’m fine.”
“You were crying.”
“Go away, Yuu.”
“You were crying.” Yuu held up Kouyou’s face and stared at him for the longest time with the sweetest eyes Kouyou had ever seen. Yuu began touching Kouyou’s cheeks slowly with his finger and began wiping off the eyeliner that had smeared all over them, and along the bottom lid of his eyes. Yuu didn’t seem disgusted by the condition Kouyou was in, like Kouyou had initially expected. He actually seemed okay with it. No one would ever seem okay with something like that. Kouyou looked seriously disgusting, or at least he thought so anyways. “Did I make you cry?”
“No!” Kouyou pushed Yuu’s hands away from him and scooted back a little, trying to be careful so he wouldn’t bump into the toilet and fall in. Yuu didn’t seem to get the hint and was only getting closer, touching Kouyou’s hips ever so slightly, making Kouyou shiver. Kouyou pressed his hands against Yuu’s chest and pushed him away with all the strength he had, but Kouyou’s energy drained when his tears dropped, and he couldn’t take do anything anymore.
So he just let Yuu pull him into a hug, even as he had his hands on Yuu’s chest. Yuu was holding him like a little girl would hold a new Barbie doll, ever so softly. Treating him so delicately that it seemed as if Kouyou was made of glass. It was nice, in a way that Kouyou couldn’t explain. Not that he liked being held by men he wasn’t so familiar, or comfortable with. But the way that Yuu was holding him reminded him so much of what his mother was like. How she held him.
He liked Yuu because of that very reason. He was his mother.
As creepy as that sounded in his head, Kouyou let himself smile, and allowed Yuu to let him hold him as long as he needed. When Yuu was finished, Kouyou didn’t say a word, and Yuu had to speak up before the moment got more awkward than it already was. His words were barely a whisper, and Kouyou could have sworn that he heard Yuu’s voice crack before he cleared his voice and continued his very short sentence. It was kind of cute, in a way that Kouyou couldn’t understand.
“Do you want to go have lunch right now?”
Yuu was asking him out. Wasn’t he? Kouyou looked at Yuu to make sure that his expression was an “I’m asking you out on a date” kind of an expression, although he never thought that Yuu would wear something like that on his face. Yuu was looking away, sort of shyly, and his face was as serious as it had been before, but the only thing that had change was the color. Yuu’s usually pale skin was reddened, his cheeks being brighter than Kouyou had ever seen them, making him look sort of like an anime character.
“What?”
Kouyou had obviously heard the remark already, since so many thoughts gushed in his brain right after. But of course, what was better than humiliating the man that had just humiliated. Kouyou couldn’t think of anything better, so he decided to milk Yuu’s “slight love confession” a little longer. “I didn’t hear you very well, Yuu. I mean, your cheeks are really red and all, so I’m guessing you are going to tell me you have caught a cold or something, right? It’s something like that like?”
“Let’s go eat.” Yuu said harshly, not even asking for Kouyou’s permission this time. “We’re going to go eat whether you like it or not, girly.”
“Did you just call me a girl?” Kouyou scoffed, glaring at Yuu and actually feeling slightly offended, but not enough to upset him. “Why!?!”
“You know, girls are hot.” Yuu chuckled, opening the door of the stall and escorting Kouyou out of it like if he was bringing him out of a limousine. Kouyou accepted it as such and strolled out of the restroom with a serene facial expression, looking away from Yuu.
“Can’t you compare me to a hot guy?”
Yuu laughed a little more and pulled Kouyou closer by gripping on the other’s arm. He pulled him until Kouyou was so close to his face, and he could clearly see the red eyes, and the newly found smile on his face.
“Baby, I can’t do that. You’re too cute for that.”
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Author’s note: This update is a little late, neeee~? But whatever. I came up with a better chapter than the one that I was planning to write because of this. ^^ I’ve been watching this yaoi anime and after watching 8 episodes, it inspired me to write this! So I hope you all like it~
Btw, I drew the bathroom scene because I thought it was cute. Take a look! Uruha has black stuff on his eyes because of the eyeliner. Forgive my horrid handwriting and sloppy drawing skills.
Since my layout makes this look sloppy, drag the image to the top of your page so it creates a new tab and opens it up well.