Forever & Ever 46
Title: Forever & Ever (Miseinen Sequel)
Author: Zion Shadowlet
Beta: butterflysaga(the bitch)
Characters: Aoi, Uruha, Ruki, Reita, Kai and many OCs (Fuwa etc.)
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha and more~
Genre: Drama, Romance, Friendship, Comedy
Rating: NC17
Summary: Six years have passed since the summer at the Dazai Bright Future Retreat for Troubled Children. The boys meet in an unexpected way perhaps bound by fate in the underground world of Visual Kei. With broken hearts and promises; the boys-now young men look to regain some of what they lost by the wild and reckless pursuit of the same dream.
Previous Parts: Part 1.1 | Part 1.2 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4.1| Part 4.2| Part 5| Part 6| Part 7.1| Part 7.2| Part 8.1| Part 8.2| Part 9| Part 10| Part 11| Part 12| Part 13| Part 14| Part 15| Part 16| Part 17| Part 18| Part 19| Part 20| Part 21| Part 22| Part 23| Part 24| Part 25| Part 26| Part 27| Part 28| Part 29| Part 30.1| Part 30.2| Part 31| Part 32.1| Part 32.2| Part 33| Part 34| Part 35| Part 36| Part 37| Part 38| Part 39| Part 40| Part 41| Part 42| Part 43| Part 44| Part 45
Fuwa set the old photo down. He had been staring at it for several minutes now, examining the smiles on the faces of the two men as they stood there in front of that shining metal bird. A happy Isao. A happy Toru. Forever.
The emptiness still remained, a hole cut out of his life, carved out by death. How was one to live on pass such a thing? No matter how many times a person you love dies, it never seems to get easier, not with age nor with wisdom. Even love, the thing that can cure all wounds cannot fill a void that love itself has left.
It was ridiculous, he knew but he had begun to believe in heaven, a place he thought was where you were reunited with everyone you have ever loved, without sickness, without disease, without pain. Maybe heaven was a foolish idea but it didn’t matter. When he thought of that place, it warmed his heart and made him feel young again, the way the sight of children playing tag in a sunny park made him feel, the way Ruki’s laugh made him feel or the way he picked on him as if he were older and even if he knew better or at least thought he did, he couldn’t help but want to feel that way. It was a joy that came not from wisdom but from freedom.
I will be happy for you, he said when at last he looked away from the image. I promise.
“I’M HOME!!!!” Ruki shouted perkily as he let the door slam behind him. The sound of Akira’s paws as he danced in excitement at the young boy’s return echoed on the wood floors like rain.
“Welcome home,” Fuwa said as he made his way out to the living room. Ruki upon seeing him smiled widely as if they had been separated for a long time.
“Fuwa!” he went over to him and raising himself on his tip toes, threw his arms into the air and around his neck, presenting his mouth for a kiss. Even with the tip toes, he was still too short to reach Fuwa’s lips and had to wait for the tall man to lean forward and gently peck him.
“How was your walk?”
“Good. What have you been up to? Writing?” As he spoke, he strolled over to a large mirror they had mounted on the wall and pouting his lips at his reflection, began to fix his hair.
“I was writing earlier, yes,” Fuwa smiled charmingly and looked down. “But I was really just waiting for you.”
Ruki turned quickly and looked at him. “Really? That makes me happy.”
“That I was waiting for you?”
“Mhm.” With the same cheerful strut, he went back over by Fuwa and grabbed his hand.
“You seem happy. I like a happy Ruki.”
“Fuwa…” Ruki’s tone became unexpectedly serious. He lifted up Fuwa’s hand and began to observe it, the long thin nails and his lithe fingers, its artistic shape, that in Ruki’s strong and square hands looked almost like a fragile flower. “Of course I’m happy.”
The older man lifted his hand out of Ruki’s grasp and raised it to his face, gingerly pushing back the strands of hair the young man had just skillfully positioned there. “Don’t hide your face so much.”
“I’m not hiding,” he mumbled as he looked up at him under his lashes and pouted like a child.
Fuwa’s expression suddenly became mysterious. A thought had crossed his mind as he stood there looking down at Ruki watching him. What it was, the boy couldn’t tell. In fear that it was sadness, he raised his own two hands up to the sides of Fuwa’s face and placed them there, cupping his cheeks as if Fuwa were instead the child. “You’re sweet,” Fuwa whispered.
With a coy smirk, he replied “hardly.”
“See, hiding your face with your stylish hair and hiding your sweetness with your cool little smile,” Fuwa teased as he leaned forward and placed a slow, drawn out kiss on the young man’s brow, taking his time to breathe in the smell of his skin and hair. Speaking with his lips still on him, he said in low voice “When are you going to realize you aren’t fooling anyone.”
“I can bet that I am fooling some people.”
“The gullible ones like you,” and just as soon as the words escaped his mouth, Ruki playfully and softly punched him. “Ahhhhh,” Fuwa laughed. “You know I love you more than anything, my little Devilish Angel.” Just as Ruki’s giggle began to fill the air, Fuwa kissed him deeply with a newfound passion that for a moment startled the young man. But as Fuwa knelt down onto his knees and wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace, Ruki quickly accepted this new change and threw his own arms around Fuwa’s neck. Ruki kissed him almost desperately as the older man knelt before him, receiving the kiss as if it were a gift almost from a benevolent and holy creature.
Time began to slow down as the young man’s heart rattled like an excited bird in his chest. And the moment with all its meaning, began to gain the weight of its significance. What it really was, he didn’t quite understand. But here he was with Fuwa kneeling before him, looking up at him, vulnerable. The love and affection that overwhelmed the young man by this trust given to him, filled Ruki again with the strength that he had felt when Isao died and Fuwa, broken had fallen to his care. And it was as if the cycle finally was complete. Fuwa was no longer haunted by something beyond-something that neither of them could understand. Looking up at Ruki, it was as if he were the only thing he could see.
Leaning forward with his hands still softly placed on the side of his face, Ruki kissed his lips cleanly and sweetly and Fuwa, as if he were praying at a sacred altar, closed his eyes and let the gentleness overflow him.
There is a strange submission to love. A letting go. An abandon.
Even a man of Fuwa’s age feels these things with the intensity of a new born baby opening its eyes for the first time. Sliding his hands gently underneath Ruki’s shirt, he lifted it up and exposed the soft bare skin of his stomach. Cutely, the young man purred at his affection that now began to take on a sexual air. “It’s not too early?” Fuwa asked him.
“I want to,” he replied firmly.
As his hands undid the fastening to his clothes, Fuwa placed a kiss below Ruki’s belly button and dragged his lips softly downward. “Be kind to me, Ruki,” he said as he pulled his clothing down.
“You can trust me.”
Fuwa reached back and grabbed Ruki’s hand and held it tight. Looking up at him, he leaned forward and kissed softly the young man’s organ.
“Be gentle to me, Fuwa,” the young said suddenly and bent forward, throwing his body on top of Fuwa, cupping the crown of his head with his chest.
“Always.”
***
“You know I didn’t really forget it here,” Kai laughed almost embarrassedly as the door swung open and revealed his thin, small form standing in the center of the wooden frame as the midday sun flowed over him, leaning forward slightly as if his body were constantly in a pre-bow phase. He smiled and laughed so widely, his eyes were like two upside down semi-circles and his lone dimple stood out cutely on his pale face. Of course, it was a lie. He didn’t mean to forget his keys at D’Marcus’ house. Lately since his newfound position as the band’s leader, his whole mind was in disarray and he could hardly keep track of what was happening around him. But his words even though they weren’t truthful, displayed the benign state of his forgetfulness and in the end, since he found himself at D’s house; his minor absentmindedness had worked to his advantage.
“Right,” D replied in English as a broad handsome grin arched its way across his full mouth. “Well, to be honest, I forgot the keys somewhere inside and I can’t remember where they were,” he lied playfully. “I think you are going to have to come in and find them.”
Kai rubbed the back of his neck and giggled. “I guess I will have to,” he mumbled. Even though they had been going on like this, he still wasn’t used to the flirting and the affection-or rather, they had yet to become common place or dull and even the slightest flirtation felt to Kai as if it were the first. D stepped aside to let him in and almost as if it were a trap, as soon as Kai had walked passed him; D threw his arms around his skinny frame and held him in place from behind sending Kai into yet another fit of giggles.
“How are you?” D cooed into his ear.
“I’m good. How are you?”
“I’m good now.” He squeezed him and began to rock back and forth with him in his arms. With a soft sigh, he felt the tension leave Kai’s body and he laid against him with his muscles slack and relaxed. “You know your mother tried to talk me into staying.” He couldn’t help it. He needed to let Kai know. Why exactly he wasn’t sure. Perhaps, he couldn’t get over how strange it was. But maybe, deep down, he wanted to know if Kai were presented with the idea of convincing D to stay, he just might try himself.
Kai grew still. “She did what?”
“She tried to talk me into staying here in Japan, to be with you.”
“And?”
“I told her I would think about it.”
“And have you thought about it?”
“Not completely…I mean…I still need more time to think.”
“D,” Kai tried to turn around and face him but the stronger man held him in place. “You really need to be clear with me. Are you going or are you staying? Don’t make me think that I can change anything, okay? Because if I can, I need to know now before I lose my chance…”
“You’re different.”
“What?”
“You are so upfront and honest about it…You aren’t even shy about saying something like that.”
“Am I supposed to let something that makes me happy get away? Maybe I seem a bit too earnest…almost embarrassingly so-”
“No,” D cut him off. “It’s actually very masculine of you-or maybe it’s just fortitude, in the way your mother is…”
Kai took a deep breath and looked down at D’s arms wrapped around him. “But you aren’t leaving for good. You’re going to be coming back, right? It’s only a short period of time…4 to 5 months…If we can’t last that…”
“It will be harder than you think…”
“Then we have to be stronger than we think…”
“Is Kai always up for the challenge?” D laughed almost bitterly and rested his forehead on his lover’s shoulder as if he were tired.
“It’s simple really…”
“Is it?”
“If we really love one another, than we can make it but if we don’t, then it wasn’t meant to be. I don’t want to make you choose, D. It’s not right. You shouldn’t have to lose anything and I don’t want you to. We can call eachother; write…The distance will be hard but…if we really want it, we will succeed.”
“Do you think it’s possible?”
“I do.”
“Your determination…”
“What?”
“Its…very Japanese of you. Of course, it’s very Kai-like too.”
“Is it?” He laughed softly. “Well?”
“If you believe it is possible then I believe it is possible.”
“Even if we talk on the phone and write, I know though that I’ll miss you. I’ll miss coming here. Somehow, I feel when I’m with you, I can relax; I can breathe.”
With a sweet kiss to his neck, D replied “You stress out too much.”
“I know.”
“Please take care of yourself when I am gone.”
Kai giggled as he replied, “Are you going to nag me overseas?”
“I will,” he answered loosening his grip allowing Kai finally to turn around and face him. “So it’s decided?”
D pressed his forehead against his. “Yeah. I believe you.”
Wrapping his arms around his neck, Kai replied softly “Well, we should make the most of what time we have left here together in Japan” as he leaned in to kiss him.
***
Well that didn’t take long, Aoi thought as he watched his mother and his lover sitting across from one another in the back of the van with the two of them sharing a small bottle of alcohol between them. Uruha liked to drink, that was no mystery and his mother too suffered from the same affection.
At first Miwa was wary of Uruha. Aoi could see her glancing at him from the corner of her eyes as she packed the only things that mattered to her; which amounted merely to a few sets of clothes, an old photo book and a makeup bag. “I could use a drink,” she said as she climbed into the back and plopped down. She was dressed in her usual fashion: animal prints and short skirts with pumps.
“It’s probably too early but I wouldn’t mind one either,” Uruha crawled in across from her and digging into a bag that he had brought, extracted the small bottle that they now shared. Conversation at first was slow but the liquor warmed them up and soon, it came free and easy. “So what kind of kid was he?” Uruha asked.
“Lazy!” She laughed obnoxiously, her messy hair falling about her face. “But he was sweet. Lazy, loud and sweet,” she sighed and leaned her head back against the wall of the van as she recalled Aoi as a small boy. “He liked the beach though. How could he not? So I guess in the end, he got a lot of exercise but it certainly wasn’t by doing housework.”
“Must be genetic,” Aoi chimed in.
“Ah! What’s the point in cleaning? It just gets dirty in the end. So tell me Uruha, is Aoi good to you?” She talked like one of those women in old black and white movies, her voice deep and thick from drink and her mature mannerisms always tinted with the suggestive air of feminine sexuality-but that’s just how she was when she relaxed; her gaudiness could suddenly become almost glamorous.
“He is although he doesn’t think so.”
“I see. So tell me what sort of man is he?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you had to describe him in a few words, what would it be?”
Uruha pouted and tucking his hands underneath his thighs, mulled over the question. He wasn’t good with words. Even in the rare occasions that he found himself eloquent (mostly on the topic of music), most people found him long-winded and abstract. “A few words…” he repeated aloud. “He is hardworking and loving….playful…out-spoken….” He let out a humming sound. “Funny…A good kisser.” Aoi and his mother started laughing aloud as the unsuspecting Uruha looked up and shifted his glance between them. “Huh?”
Slapping her thigh as if it were too funny, Miwa echoed “A good kisser?”
“He’s stating only the important things,” Aoi joked. “No but seriously. Thank you for your sweet words, Baby,” he blew a kiss at him through the rear-view mirror. “Although I’m not out-spoken.”
“Are you trying to top his joke?” Miwa teased.
“EHHH? You think I’m outspoken?” Watching her as she nodded emphatically, he added “Must be genetic.”
“Must be,” she agreed, pulling out a cigarette.
“I wasn’t joking,” Uruha said to Miwa. “To be completely honest, he’s good at all those things like kissing and-”
Before he could elaborate, Miwa threw her hands up in the air and shook her head. “I’m his mother remember! I don’t want to know anymore about it.”
“He is romantic too. See he got us matching rings,” Uruha presented his hand to her.
“Did he really?” she reached over and examined the ring. “You must really love him, Aoi…” she nearly mumbled.
“He’s my beautiful Ducky Baby~” Hearing his doting words, Uruha smiled his wide childlike smile. “Look at him!” he exclaimed proudly. “You should hear him on guitar. He’s super talented too.”
“Well aren’t you two disgustingly sweet to one another?” She smirked and let go of Uruha’s hand. “He is probably prettier than any girlfriends you have had, I’ll say that much. So with those rings you two are practically married-in your own homosexual way,” she chuckled.
Uruha smiled almost bashfully and looked down. “Mhm.”
“You’ve been taking care of my baby?” she asked him.
Uruha nodded. “Yes,” he replied affirmatively.
“And you love him?”
“Yes,” he replied much in the same manner.
Raising the bottle up into the air, she saluted the two of them. “Well, here’s to your new marriage, Mr and Mr Whatever you two are called!” She smiled and took a big gulp.
“Shiroyama,” Aoi filled in.
Uruha turned sharply at him and pouting contested “Takashima.”
“Well…I don’t know about that…” Aoi mumbled. “I mean if you look at it in one way…it’s certainly Shiroyama…If you know what I mean…”
“Well, I’m taller than you.”
“EH?! What does that have to do with anything?”
“Means I’m manlier.”
“PFFFFFF!! I’m stronger.”
“Hey-hey-hey,” Miwa cut in. “You guys are both dumb males so what does it matter?”
After a quiet moment when everyone thought the subject was dropped, Uruha speaking up almost our nowhere, brought it up again, merely stating “Takashima” causing Aoi to glare at him through the rearview mirror, swiftly hitting the brakes and sending the car into a screeching halt.
[A/N I've tried posting this multiple times already and still LJ is being a biatchhhhh. At any rate, I know it's short and so LONG since the last update. (I hope you still remember the story LOL). Well, as you can tell, it is coming to a close and things are being resolved. The next chapter will probably be the last. Any feedback or thoughts-whatever they may be, positive or negative are more than welcome. I'm curious as to how the fic and it's prequel have been received.]
Author: Zion Shadowlet
Beta: butterflysaga(the bitch)
Characters: Aoi, Uruha, Ruki, Reita, Kai and many OCs (Fuwa etc.)
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha and more~
Genre: Drama, Romance, Friendship, Comedy
Rating: NC17
Summary: Six years have passed since the summer at the Dazai Bright Future Retreat for Troubled Children. The boys meet in an unexpected way perhaps bound by fate in the underground world of Visual Kei. With broken hearts and promises; the boys-now young men look to regain some of what they lost by the wild and reckless pursuit of the same dream.
Previous Parts: Part 1.1 | Part 1.2 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4.1| Part 4.2| Part 5| Part 6| Part 7.1| Part 7.2| Part 8.1| Part 8.2| Part 9| Part 10| Part 11| Part 12| Part 13| Part 14| Part 15| Part 16| Part 17| Part 18| Part 19| Part 20| Part 21| Part 22| Part 23| Part 24| Part 25| Part 26| Part 27| Part 28| Part 29| Part 30.1| Part 30.2| Part 31| Part 32.1| Part 32.2| Part 33| Part 34| Part 35| Part 36| Part 37| Part 38| Part 39| Part 40| Part 41| Part 42| Part 43| Part 44| Part 45
Fuwa set the old photo down. He had been staring at it for several minutes now, examining the smiles on the faces of the two men as they stood there in front of that shining metal bird. A happy Isao. A happy Toru. Forever.
The emptiness still remained, a hole cut out of his life, carved out by death. How was one to live on pass such a thing? No matter how many times a person you love dies, it never seems to get easier, not with age nor with wisdom. Even love, the thing that can cure all wounds cannot fill a void that love itself has left.
It was ridiculous, he knew but he had begun to believe in heaven, a place he thought was where you were reunited with everyone you have ever loved, without sickness, without disease, without pain. Maybe heaven was a foolish idea but it didn’t matter. When he thought of that place, it warmed his heart and made him feel young again, the way the sight of children playing tag in a sunny park made him feel, the way Ruki’s laugh made him feel or the way he picked on him as if he were older and even if he knew better or at least thought he did, he couldn’t help but want to feel that way. It was a joy that came not from wisdom but from freedom.
I will be happy for you, he said when at last he looked away from the image. I promise.
“I’M HOME!!!!” Ruki shouted perkily as he let the door slam behind him. The sound of Akira’s paws as he danced in excitement at the young boy’s return echoed on the wood floors like rain.
“Welcome home,” Fuwa said as he made his way out to the living room. Ruki upon seeing him smiled widely as if they had been separated for a long time.
“Fuwa!” he went over to him and raising himself on his tip toes, threw his arms into the air and around his neck, presenting his mouth for a kiss. Even with the tip toes, he was still too short to reach Fuwa’s lips and had to wait for the tall man to lean forward and gently peck him.
“How was your walk?”
“Good. What have you been up to? Writing?” As he spoke, he strolled over to a large mirror they had mounted on the wall and pouting his lips at his reflection, began to fix his hair.
“I was writing earlier, yes,” Fuwa smiled charmingly and looked down. “But I was really just waiting for you.”
Ruki turned quickly and looked at him. “Really? That makes me happy.”
“That I was waiting for you?”
“Mhm.” With the same cheerful strut, he went back over by Fuwa and grabbed his hand.
“You seem happy. I like a happy Ruki.”
“Fuwa…” Ruki’s tone became unexpectedly serious. He lifted up Fuwa’s hand and began to observe it, the long thin nails and his lithe fingers, its artistic shape, that in Ruki’s strong and square hands looked almost like a fragile flower. “Of course I’m happy.”
The older man lifted his hand out of Ruki’s grasp and raised it to his face, gingerly pushing back the strands of hair the young man had just skillfully positioned there. “Don’t hide your face so much.”
“I’m not hiding,” he mumbled as he looked up at him under his lashes and pouted like a child.
Fuwa’s expression suddenly became mysterious. A thought had crossed his mind as he stood there looking down at Ruki watching him. What it was, the boy couldn’t tell. In fear that it was sadness, he raised his own two hands up to the sides of Fuwa’s face and placed them there, cupping his cheeks as if Fuwa were instead the child. “You’re sweet,” Fuwa whispered.
With a coy smirk, he replied “hardly.”
“See, hiding your face with your stylish hair and hiding your sweetness with your cool little smile,” Fuwa teased as he leaned forward and placed a slow, drawn out kiss on the young man’s brow, taking his time to breathe in the smell of his skin and hair. Speaking with his lips still on him, he said in low voice “When are you going to realize you aren’t fooling anyone.”
“I can bet that I am fooling some people.”
“The gullible ones like you,” and just as soon as the words escaped his mouth, Ruki playfully and softly punched him. “Ahhhhh,” Fuwa laughed. “You know I love you more than anything, my little Devilish Angel.” Just as Ruki’s giggle began to fill the air, Fuwa kissed him deeply with a newfound passion that for a moment startled the young man. But as Fuwa knelt down onto his knees and wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace, Ruki quickly accepted this new change and threw his own arms around Fuwa’s neck. Ruki kissed him almost desperately as the older man knelt before him, receiving the kiss as if it were a gift almost from a benevolent and holy creature.
Time began to slow down as the young man’s heart rattled like an excited bird in his chest. And the moment with all its meaning, began to gain the weight of its significance. What it really was, he didn’t quite understand. But here he was with Fuwa kneeling before him, looking up at him, vulnerable. The love and affection that overwhelmed the young man by this trust given to him, filled Ruki again with the strength that he had felt when Isao died and Fuwa, broken had fallen to his care. And it was as if the cycle finally was complete. Fuwa was no longer haunted by something beyond-something that neither of them could understand. Looking up at Ruki, it was as if he were the only thing he could see.
Leaning forward with his hands still softly placed on the side of his face, Ruki kissed his lips cleanly and sweetly and Fuwa, as if he were praying at a sacred altar, closed his eyes and let the gentleness overflow him.
There is a strange submission to love. A letting go. An abandon.
Even a man of Fuwa’s age feels these things with the intensity of a new born baby opening its eyes for the first time. Sliding his hands gently underneath Ruki’s shirt, he lifted it up and exposed the soft bare skin of his stomach. Cutely, the young man purred at his affection that now began to take on a sexual air. “It’s not too early?” Fuwa asked him.
“I want to,” he replied firmly.
As his hands undid the fastening to his clothes, Fuwa placed a kiss below Ruki’s belly button and dragged his lips softly downward. “Be kind to me, Ruki,” he said as he pulled his clothing down.
“You can trust me.”
Fuwa reached back and grabbed Ruki’s hand and held it tight. Looking up at him, he leaned forward and kissed softly the young man’s organ.
“Be gentle to me, Fuwa,” the young said suddenly and bent forward, throwing his body on top of Fuwa, cupping the crown of his head with his chest.
“Always.”
***
“You know I didn’t really forget it here,” Kai laughed almost embarrassedly as the door swung open and revealed his thin, small form standing in the center of the wooden frame as the midday sun flowed over him, leaning forward slightly as if his body were constantly in a pre-bow phase. He smiled and laughed so widely, his eyes were like two upside down semi-circles and his lone dimple stood out cutely on his pale face. Of course, it was a lie. He didn’t mean to forget his keys at D’Marcus’ house. Lately since his newfound position as the band’s leader, his whole mind was in disarray and he could hardly keep track of what was happening around him. But his words even though they weren’t truthful, displayed the benign state of his forgetfulness and in the end, since he found himself at D’s house; his minor absentmindedness had worked to his advantage.
“Right,” D replied in English as a broad handsome grin arched its way across his full mouth. “Well, to be honest, I forgot the keys somewhere inside and I can’t remember where they were,” he lied playfully. “I think you are going to have to come in and find them.”
Kai rubbed the back of his neck and giggled. “I guess I will have to,” he mumbled. Even though they had been going on like this, he still wasn’t used to the flirting and the affection-or rather, they had yet to become common place or dull and even the slightest flirtation felt to Kai as if it were the first. D stepped aside to let him in and almost as if it were a trap, as soon as Kai had walked passed him; D threw his arms around his skinny frame and held him in place from behind sending Kai into yet another fit of giggles.
“How are you?” D cooed into his ear.
“I’m good. How are you?”
“I’m good now.” He squeezed him and began to rock back and forth with him in his arms. With a soft sigh, he felt the tension leave Kai’s body and he laid against him with his muscles slack and relaxed. “You know your mother tried to talk me into staying.” He couldn’t help it. He needed to let Kai know. Why exactly he wasn’t sure. Perhaps, he couldn’t get over how strange it was. But maybe, deep down, he wanted to know if Kai were presented with the idea of convincing D to stay, he just might try himself.
Kai grew still. “She did what?”
“She tried to talk me into staying here in Japan, to be with you.”
“And?”
“I told her I would think about it.”
“And have you thought about it?”
“Not completely…I mean…I still need more time to think.”
“D,” Kai tried to turn around and face him but the stronger man held him in place. “You really need to be clear with me. Are you going or are you staying? Don’t make me think that I can change anything, okay? Because if I can, I need to know now before I lose my chance…”
“You’re different.”
“What?”
“You are so upfront and honest about it…You aren’t even shy about saying something like that.”
“Am I supposed to let something that makes me happy get away? Maybe I seem a bit too earnest…almost embarrassingly so-”
“No,” D cut him off. “It’s actually very masculine of you-or maybe it’s just fortitude, in the way your mother is…”
Kai took a deep breath and looked down at D’s arms wrapped around him. “But you aren’t leaving for good. You’re going to be coming back, right? It’s only a short period of time…4 to 5 months…If we can’t last that…”
“It will be harder than you think…”
“Then we have to be stronger than we think…”
“Is Kai always up for the challenge?” D laughed almost bitterly and rested his forehead on his lover’s shoulder as if he were tired.
“It’s simple really…”
“Is it?”
“If we really love one another, than we can make it but if we don’t, then it wasn’t meant to be. I don’t want to make you choose, D. It’s not right. You shouldn’t have to lose anything and I don’t want you to. We can call eachother; write…The distance will be hard but…if we really want it, we will succeed.”
“Do you think it’s possible?”
“I do.”
“Your determination…”
“What?”
“Its…very Japanese of you. Of course, it’s very Kai-like too.”
“Is it?” He laughed softly. “Well?”
“If you believe it is possible then I believe it is possible.”
“Even if we talk on the phone and write, I know though that I’ll miss you. I’ll miss coming here. Somehow, I feel when I’m with you, I can relax; I can breathe.”
With a sweet kiss to his neck, D replied “You stress out too much.”
“I know.”
“Please take care of yourself when I am gone.”
Kai giggled as he replied, “Are you going to nag me overseas?”
“I will,” he answered loosening his grip allowing Kai finally to turn around and face him. “So it’s decided?”
D pressed his forehead against his. “Yeah. I believe you.”
Wrapping his arms around his neck, Kai replied softly “Well, we should make the most of what time we have left here together in Japan” as he leaned in to kiss him.
***
Well that didn’t take long, Aoi thought as he watched his mother and his lover sitting across from one another in the back of the van with the two of them sharing a small bottle of alcohol between them. Uruha liked to drink, that was no mystery and his mother too suffered from the same affection.
At first Miwa was wary of Uruha. Aoi could see her glancing at him from the corner of her eyes as she packed the only things that mattered to her; which amounted merely to a few sets of clothes, an old photo book and a makeup bag. “I could use a drink,” she said as she climbed into the back and plopped down. She was dressed in her usual fashion: animal prints and short skirts with pumps.
“It’s probably too early but I wouldn’t mind one either,” Uruha crawled in across from her and digging into a bag that he had brought, extracted the small bottle that they now shared. Conversation at first was slow but the liquor warmed them up and soon, it came free and easy. “So what kind of kid was he?” Uruha asked.
“Lazy!” She laughed obnoxiously, her messy hair falling about her face. “But he was sweet. Lazy, loud and sweet,” she sighed and leaned her head back against the wall of the van as she recalled Aoi as a small boy. “He liked the beach though. How could he not? So I guess in the end, he got a lot of exercise but it certainly wasn’t by doing housework.”
“Must be genetic,” Aoi chimed in.
“Ah! What’s the point in cleaning? It just gets dirty in the end. So tell me Uruha, is Aoi good to you?” She talked like one of those women in old black and white movies, her voice deep and thick from drink and her mature mannerisms always tinted with the suggestive air of feminine sexuality-but that’s just how she was when she relaxed; her gaudiness could suddenly become almost glamorous.
“He is although he doesn’t think so.”
“I see. So tell me what sort of man is he?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you had to describe him in a few words, what would it be?”
Uruha pouted and tucking his hands underneath his thighs, mulled over the question. He wasn’t good with words. Even in the rare occasions that he found himself eloquent (mostly on the topic of music), most people found him long-winded and abstract. “A few words…” he repeated aloud. “He is hardworking and loving….playful…out-spoken….” He let out a humming sound. “Funny…A good kisser.” Aoi and his mother started laughing aloud as the unsuspecting Uruha looked up and shifted his glance between them. “Huh?”
Slapping her thigh as if it were too funny, Miwa echoed “A good kisser?”
“He’s stating only the important things,” Aoi joked. “No but seriously. Thank you for your sweet words, Baby,” he blew a kiss at him through the rear-view mirror. “Although I’m not out-spoken.”
“Are you trying to top his joke?” Miwa teased.
“EHHH? You think I’m outspoken?” Watching her as she nodded emphatically, he added “Must be genetic.”
“Must be,” she agreed, pulling out a cigarette.
“I wasn’t joking,” Uruha said to Miwa. “To be completely honest, he’s good at all those things like kissing and-”
Before he could elaborate, Miwa threw her hands up in the air and shook her head. “I’m his mother remember! I don’t want to know anymore about it.”
“He is romantic too. See he got us matching rings,” Uruha presented his hand to her.
“Did he really?” she reached over and examined the ring. “You must really love him, Aoi…” she nearly mumbled.
“He’s my beautiful Ducky Baby~” Hearing his doting words, Uruha smiled his wide childlike smile. “Look at him!” he exclaimed proudly. “You should hear him on guitar. He’s super talented too.”
“Well aren’t you two disgustingly sweet to one another?” She smirked and let go of Uruha’s hand. “He is probably prettier than any girlfriends you have had, I’ll say that much. So with those rings you two are practically married-in your own homosexual way,” she chuckled.
Uruha smiled almost bashfully and looked down. “Mhm.”
“You’ve been taking care of my baby?” she asked him.
Uruha nodded. “Yes,” he replied affirmatively.
“And you love him?”
“Yes,” he replied much in the same manner.
Raising the bottle up into the air, she saluted the two of them. “Well, here’s to your new marriage, Mr and Mr Whatever you two are called!” She smiled and took a big gulp.
“Shiroyama,” Aoi filled in.
Uruha turned sharply at him and pouting contested “Takashima.”
“Well…I don’t know about that…” Aoi mumbled. “I mean if you look at it in one way…it’s certainly Shiroyama…If you know what I mean…”
“Well, I’m taller than you.”
“EH?! What does that have to do with anything?”
“Means I’m manlier.”
“PFFFFFF!! I’m stronger.”
“Hey-hey-hey,” Miwa cut in. “You guys are both dumb males so what does it matter?”
After a quiet moment when everyone thought the subject was dropped, Uruha speaking up almost our nowhere, brought it up again, merely stating “Takashima” causing Aoi to glare at him through the rearview mirror, swiftly hitting the brakes and sending the car into a screeching halt.
[A/N I've tried posting this multiple times already and still LJ is being a biatchhhhh. At any rate, I know it's short and so LONG since the last update. (I hope you still remember the story LOL). Well, as you can tell, it is coming to a close and things are being resolved. The next chapter will probably be the last. Any feedback or thoughts-whatever they may be, positive or negative are more than welcome. I'm curious as to how the fic and it's prequel have been received.]