Fanfiction - Juice - Part Two: I'm Your Slave
Title: Juice - Part Two: I'm Your Slave
Author: Ritsu (me)
Pairing: Takaki X Shoon
Rating: PG-15 (just in case?)
Summary: After his week of slavery is over, Takaki finds himself with conflicted feelings. And what about Shoon?
Warnings: Fluffy stuff, Shoon, me?
A/N: This is part two of a one shot...or the second chapter of a two chapter story. Whatever tips your cow!!! Written for shigekiteki (if you remember that). Beta'd by dritree (ILYSM). The first fic of mine to be posted after nearly a year, yay me!
I.
The moment Shoon left him to take a shower, things got sort of awkward. Takaki didn't know how to act around the guy anymore. Shoon went back to smirking and ordering him around, saying that he needed to take advantage of Takaki while he was still curled around Shoon's finger. After Takaki had laid out Shoon's outfit, he'd rushed off to take a shower so his hair could dry before he made lunch for Shoon. He washed himself, running on auto pilot, mind to busy to concentrate on his actions.
Shoon was taking advantage of him. Duh, he'd known that since the beginning! But Takaki didn't want to accept that. Not after what had happened the night before...Had Takaki really just giving his virginity away to a guy who had just been using him? How could that be!!! And yet, how could it be otherwise? Shoon had been using him as a personal slave, how was last night any different?
So he'd really just been Shoon's playtoy...
Takaki's eyes closed, hot tears mixing in unnoticed with the hot water as he slumped against the shower's wall. It hadn't meant anything, that soft side of Shoon. Takaki meant nothing to the other...But that wasn't new. They barely knew eachother, Shoon had no reason to actually care. So why was Takaki so agonized about it?
II.
Takaki's face was tear free by the time he served Shoon his lunch. He was silent, just letting Shoon boss him around like always. He was limping too, something he should have expected even with the shower. "Hey, hey, hey." Shoon downed the rest of his food and raced away. "Hurry and clean up! We have to leave!"
Takaki quickly shoved the dishes into the dishwasher and grabbed his cup of orange juice, hoping to finish it off before Shoon yelled at him or anything.
Splash.
Takaki looked down at his once white t-shirt. And then he looked at the ceiling. "Why me?" He asked in defeat. He decided that he hated orange juice, loathed it completely. He'd never be able to drink it again. "Why. Fucking. Me." He looked down at the shirt again, knowing he didn't have any replacements. He'd only had enough clothes for today since it was his last day! He hadn't done his own wash because he left all his dirty laundry in JUMP's room.
Shoon shot into the room, trying to do up his jacket. "Why are you just standing there!" He demanded, scowling. "C'mon we'll be la--" Shoon noticed the yellow splotch on Takaki's shirt. His expression changed from annoyance to exasperation. "Geez, you picked a bad time to be a klutz, slave-chan." Hand stuck on his hips, Shoon shook his head. "Grab a shirt out of my stuff. I'll finish here." He strode over to Takaki and gave him a shove. "Go on!"
Takaki bolted up the stairs, grabbing the first shirt he came to, a black and pink striped long sleeved polo. Tearing off the dirty shirt, he yanked the new one on and grabbed his coat. Shoon was waiting for him at the door but he paused to run a critical eye over Takaki. "At least you look hot in that." He grumbled before jerking Takaki out of the house and into the car. Shoon let go of him as soon as the doors closed and scooted away, crossing his legs. The words he said next weren't that surprising to Takaki, not even the slightly acid tone.
"Your week is up. Try not to be such a klutz next time." And with that, Shoon ignored him the entire way.
III.
Takaki lay in his own bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Why wasn't he happy to be home? Well, okay, he was happy to see his family and his puppy...but now he was alone and he felt so empty. He rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the shirt he'd borrowed from Shoon. Funny how he could tell it smelled like Shoon, that musky rose scent that the guy seemed to be so fond of.
Takaki deeply inhaled the now familiar scent, eyes closed. Images of Shoon danced through his mind and he felt a spike of anger. Why couldn't he get that jerk out of his head!? He hated Shoon, never wanted to see the guy again! But all he could think about was Shoon's smile, his laughter, his fingers in Takaki's hair.
"But I hate him!" Takaki whispered into the cloth. "I hate Shoon..." But a nagging voice in his head was telling him he needed to stop kidding himself.
"I can't like him..." Takaki whispered, suddenly afraid. Shoon didn't care anything about him! He couldn't like someone so mean and so petty...And there he went, thinking about Shoon's gentleness he'd seen. Shoon couldn't be all that bad, could he? Sure he was a jerk, pervert, and bully...But he was also sweet, funny, and caring. Takaki had seen it once! Surely there was more where that came from?
Finally, there was no escaping it. Takaki sat up and looked out the dark window. "I...I-I'm in love wi-with Yamashita Shoon..." He said it aloud, feeling the truth of the statement echoing in his voice and his words. He felt a rush of happiness.
But he also felt a stab of pure sorrow.
IV.
Five days later, Takaki wondered if anyone would actually get mad that he was poking around here. He stood in the middle of Shoon's dressing room, one that he shared with...well, Takaki wasn't sure who else. But here Takaki was, acting like a total burglar, clutching Shoon's shirt to his chest. He had wanted to return the shirt ages ago. Sort of. A part of him just wanted to keep it, just so he could smell it and think of Shoon. But that was utterly girly so Takaki was returning it before he started getting period and had to wear a bra.
He glanced around, not knowing where to put it and still unsure if he'd be okay if he got caught. Some boys were rather adamant about the dressing room privacy, like Kisumai or NEWS. He supposed it would have been easier to just give the shirt to Shoon, however, Takaki was having a hard time being near Shoon at all! Therefore, he'd been avoiding Shoon.
So back to the problem at hand...Takaki was about to just place it on one of the couches when he froze, heart pounding. Voices! Panicking, he dove behind one of the couches, hiding under some coats right as the door swung open.
"--u've got to be kidding me!" Hikaru's voice came to Takaki. The boy in hiding frowned. Why was Hikaru here? "I mean, you used to hate them all, just for debuting!"
"I know, I know~" Came a softer voice, sounding embarrassed. Takaki's heart skipped several beats. Shoon? What was going on? Oh wait, Shoon and Hikaru were buddies, right? But what were they talking about? Takaki squeezed closer to the couch, trying to listening. "But that changed!"
"So you really like Takaki?" Hikaru's voice teased. There was the sound of slapping. "Ow! Shoonie, that hurt!"
"Will you shut up!" Shoon's disembodied voice hissed. Takaki's jaw had dropped open. That had not just been what Takaki had thought it'd had been. Had he just heard Hikaru ask Shoon if he liked Takaki? Every cell in Takaki's body was still, intent on hearing the slightly muffled conversation. "Sheesh, if you'd spoken a little louder the whole company could have heard you!"
Hikaru was unfazed, used to the scolding by now. "Well," He began as soon as Shoon finished. "Do you like him or not?" Takaki hung onto every word, the pauses killing him.
One could tell that Shoon was distracted or a bit nervous. "I...well..." He mumbled so Takaki could barely here. Then he said the one word Takaki had never dreamed of saying. "Y-yes..."
There was more noise, sounding like Hikaru glomped him or something. "How'd this happen?" The younger boy began to bombared Shoon with questions. "I mean, you used him as a slaaaaaaaave. He's been scarred ever since then! I mean, you can't have been th--Oh my gosh, Shoon! Did you knock up my groupmate?" Hikaru nearly shrieked. "Is he pregnant?!"
There was more slapping sounds. "If you don't shut up, I will castrate you with a curling iron!" Shoon's furious hiss came to Takaki's ears. But Shoon didn't deny sleeping with Takaki. In fact, his next words were glum. "I think he hates me by now..." Takaki wished he could hear more, but the door was swinging shut, cutting off the two voices.
Takaki just stayed frozen in place, not really sure if the he'd actually heard right or what. Shoon liked him. Shoon liked him. That was so...what? Takaki felt elated. He was soaring and feeling giddy and excited and fluffy. Yamashita Shoon liked him, Takaki Yuya.
And Yuya liked him.
V.
It was like Takaki was floating in a dream. He was sitting at the usual table in the cafeteria, surrounded by fellow JUMP boys. Chinen, Yuto, and Yamada were chattering away a mile a minute, recounting at how Hashimoto Ryousuke had freaked out when Ryutaroh had lost his hamster earlier that day. They were telling Takaki but he wasn't really listening
He was too busy frowning at Shoon's table. After the initial shock and happiness, Takaki was now back to being unsure. What if he'd just...imagined the whole thing? Was that possible? Did anorexic boys have hallucinations? Takaki had checked himself over and everything and he seemed mostly okay, except for his pounding heart. So now he was just studying Shoon's table, where the guy was sitting with a few Ebikisu boys. He watched Shoon's every move, trying to think, to decide. On what, he didn't know. But reaching a conclusion would be nice.
"Yuuyan's not listening to meeeeee!" Chinen's whining pout reached deaf ears, Takaki still not paying attention. "What's up with hiiiiiiiim?" The smallest JUMP member turned to the other boys, pouting.
But the answers were lost when Takaki slammed his plate down. Takaki jumped up, hand resting on the table as he focused his attention down at the Shoon's table. Everyone had gone silent again, just like they had when Takaki had had his accident two weeks ago as he snatched up his water bottle. He couldn't take it anymore. Shoon's beautiful eyes were eating away at Takaki's soul.
Takaki stalked over to Shoon's table, standing next to Shoon's chair until the raven haired boy realized his presence. Right as Shoon looked up, Takaki gave a wide smirk and proceeded to dump his water, soaking Shoon. "Wh-what the hell?" Shoon spluttered as he swiped the hair now plastered to his forehead. "Why the fuck did you do that?"
Takaki's smiled got even bigger as he sat down, straddling Shoon's lap. He gently traced Shoon's cheekbone. "Because," He whispered, not caring if the world, or a room stuffed with boys, was watching. Takaki leaned in, his lips softly pressing against Shoon's.
"I'm your slave~"
~*~*~*~
THE END
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Feedback would be wonderful, just so I know what to improve on or what you guys liked.
Author: Ritsu (me)
Pairing: Takaki X Shoon
Rating: PG-15 (just in case?)
Summary: After his week of slavery is over, Takaki finds himself with conflicted feelings. And what about Shoon?
Warnings: Fluffy stuff, Shoon, me?
A/N: This is part two of a one shot...or the second chapter of a two chapter story. Whatever tips your cow!!! Written for shigekiteki (if you remember that). Beta'd by dritree (ILYSM). The first fic of mine to be posted after nearly a year, yay me!
I.
The moment Shoon left him to take a shower, things got sort of awkward. Takaki didn't know how to act around the guy anymore. Shoon went back to smirking and ordering him around, saying that he needed to take advantage of Takaki while he was still curled around Shoon's finger. After Takaki had laid out Shoon's outfit, he'd rushed off to take a shower so his hair could dry before he made lunch for Shoon. He washed himself, running on auto pilot, mind to busy to concentrate on his actions.
Shoon was taking advantage of him. Duh, he'd known that since the beginning! But Takaki didn't want to accept that. Not after what had happened the night before...Had Takaki really just giving his virginity away to a guy who had just been using him? How could that be!!! And yet, how could it be otherwise? Shoon had been using him as a personal slave, how was last night any different?
So he'd really just been Shoon's playtoy...
Takaki's eyes closed, hot tears mixing in unnoticed with the hot water as he slumped against the shower's wall. It hadn't meant anything, that soft side of Shoon. Takaki meant nothing to the other...But that wasn't new. They barely knew eachother, Shoon had no reason to actually care. So why was Takaki so agonized about it?
II.
Takaki's face was tear free by the time he served Shoon his lunch. He was silent, just letting Shoon boss him around like always. He was limping too, something he should have expected even with the shower. "Hey, hey, hey." Shoon downed the rest of his food and raced away. "Hurry and clean up! We have to leave!"
Takaki quickly shoved the dishes into the dishwasher and grabbed his cup of orange juice, hoping to finish it off before Shoon yelled at him or anything.
Splash.
Takaki looked down at his once white t-shirt. And then he looked at the ceiling. "Why me?" He asked in defeat. He decided that he hated orange juice, loathed it completely. He'd never be able to drink it again. "Why. Fucking. Me." He looked down at the shirt again, knowing he didn't have any replacements. He'd only had enough clothes for today since it was his last day! He hadn't done his own wash because he left all his dirty laundry in JUMP's room.
Shoon shot into the room, trying to do up his jacket. "Why are you just standing there!" He demanded, scowling. "C'mon we'll be la--" Shoon noticed the yellow splotch on Takaki's shirt. His expression changed from annoyance to exasperation. "Geez, you picked a bad time to be a klutz, slave-chan." Hand stuck on his hips, Shoon shook his head. "Grab a shirt out of my stuff. I'll finish here." He strode over to Takaki and gave him a shove. "Go on!"
Takaki bolted up the stairs, grabbing the first shirt he came to, a black and pink striped long sleeved polo. Tearing off the dirty shirt, he yanked the new one on and grabbed his coat. Shoon was waiting for him at the door but he paused to run a critical eye over Takaki. "At least you look hot in that." He grumbled before jerking Takaki out of the house and into the car. Shoon let go of him as soon as the doors closed and scooted away, crossing his legs. The words he said next weren't that surprising to Takaki, not even the slightly acid tone.
"Your week is up. Try not to be such a klutz next time." And with that, Shoon ignored him the entire way.
III.
Takaki lay in his own bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Why wasn't he happy to be home? Well, okay, he was happy to see his family and his puppy...but now he was alone and he felt so empty. He rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the shirt he'd borrowed from Shoon. Funny how he could tell it smelled like Shoon, that musky rose scent that the guy seemed to be so fond of.
Takaki deeply inhaled the now familiar scent, eyes closed. Images of Shoon danced through his mind and he felt a spike of anger. Why couldn't he get that jerk out of his head!? He hated Shoon, never wanted to see the guy again! But all he could think about was Shoon's smile, his laughter, his fingers in Takaki's hair.
"But I hate him!" Takaki whispered into the cloth. "I hate Shoon..." But a nagging voice in his head was telling him he needed to stop kidding himself.
"I can't like him..." Takaki whispered, suddenly afraid. Shoon didn't care anything about him! He couldn't like someone so mean and so petty...And there he went, thinking about Shoon's gentleness he'd seen. Shoon couldn't be all that bad, could he? Sure he was a jerk, pervert, and bully...But he was also sweet, funny, and caring. Takaki had seen it once! Surely there was more where that came from?
Finally, there was no escaping it. Takaki sat up and looked out the dark window. "I...I-I'm in love wi-with Yamashita Shoon..." He said it aloud, feeling the truth of the statement echoing in his voice and his words. He felt a rush of happiness.
But he also felt a stab of pure sorrow.
IV.
Five days later, Takaki wondered if anyone would actually get mad that he was poking around here. He stood in the middle of Shoon's dressing room, one that he shared with...well, Takaki wasn't sure who else. But here Takaki was, acting like a total burglar, clutching Shoon's shirt to his chest. He had wanted to return the shirt ages ago. Sort of. A part of him just wanted to keep it, just so he could smell it and think of Shoon. But that was utterly girly so Takaki was returning it before he started getting period and had to wear a bra.
He glanced around, not knowing where to put it and still unsure if he'd be okay if he got caught. Some boys were rather adamant about the dressing room privacy, like Kisumai or NEWS. He supposed it would have been easier to just give the shirt to Shoon, however, Takaki was having a hard time being near Shoon at all! Therefore, he'd been avoiding Shoon.
So back to the problem at hand...Takaki was about to just place it on one of the couches when he froze, heart pounding. Voices! Panicking, he dove behind one of the couches, hiding under some coats right as the door swung open.
"--u've got to be kidding me!" Hikaru's voice came to Takaki. The boy in hiding frowned. Why was Hikaru here? "I mean, you used to hate them all, just for debuting!"
"I know, I know~" Came a softer voice, sounding embarrassed. Takaki's heart skipped several beats. Shoon? What was going on? Oh wait, Shoon and Hikaru were buddies, right? But what were they talking about? Takaki squeezed closer to the couch, trying to listening. "But that changed!"
"So you really like Takaki?" Hikaru's voice teased. There was the sound of slapping. "Ow! Shoonie, that hurt!"
"Will you shut up!" Shoon's disembodied voice hissed. Takaki's jaw had dropped open. That had not just been what Takaki had thought it'd had been. Had he just heard Hikaru ask Shoon if he liked Takaki? Every cell in Takaki's body was still, intent on hearing the slightly muffled conversation. "Sheesh, if you'd spoken a little louder the whole company could have heard you!"
Hikaru was unfazed, used to the scolding by now. "Well," He began as soon as Shoon finished. "Do you like him or not?" Takaki hung onto every word, the pauses killing him.
One could tell that Shoon was distracted or a bit nervous. "I...well..." He mumbled so Takaki could barely here. Then he said the one word Takaki had never dreamed of saying. "Y-yes..."
There was more noise, sounding like Hikaru glomped him or something. "How'd this happen?" The younger boy began to bombared Shoon with questions. "I mean, you used him as a slaaaaaaaave. He's been scarred ever since then! I mean, you can't have been th--Oh my gosh, Shoon! Did you knock up my groupmate?" Hikaru nearly shrieked. "Is he pregnant?!"
There was more slapping sounds. "If you don't shut up, I will castrate you with a curling iron!" Shoon's furious hiss came to Takaki's ears. But Shoon didn't deny sleeping with Takaki. In fact, his next words were glum. "I think he hates me by now..." Takaki wished he could hear more, but the door was swinging shut, cutting off the two voices.
Takaki just stayed frozen in place, not really sure if the he'd actually heard right or what. Shoon liked him. Shoon liked him. That was so...what? Takaki felt elated. He was soaring and feeling giddy and excited and fluffy. Yamashita Shoon liked him, Takaki Yuya.
And Yuya liked him.
V.
It was like Takaki was floating in a dream. He was sitting at the usual table in the cafeteria, surrounded by fellow JUMP boys. Chinen, Yuto, and Yamada were chattering away a mile a minute, recounting at how Hashimoto Ryousuke had freaked out when Ryutaroh had lost his hamster earlier that day. They were telling Takaki but he wasn't really listening
He was too busy frowning at Shoon's table. After the initial shock and happiness, Takaki was now back to being unsure. What if he'd just...imagined the whole thing? Was that possible? Did anorexic boys have hallucinations? Takaki had checked himself over and everything and he seemed mostly okay, except for his pounding heart. So now he was just studying Shoon's table, where the guy was sitting with a few Ebikisu boys. He watched Shoon's every move, trying to think, to decide. On what, he didn't know. But reaching a conclusion would be nice.
"Yuuyan's not listening to meeeeee!" Chinen's whining pout reached deaf ears, Takaki still not paying attention. "What's up with hiiiiiiiim?" The smallest JUMP member turned to the other boys, pouting.
But the answers were lost when Takaki slammed his plate down. Takaki jumped up, hand resting on the table as he focused his attention down at the Shoon's table. Everyone had gone silent again, just like they had when Takaki had had his accident two weeks ago as he snatched up his water bottle. He couldn't take it anymore. Shoon's beautiful eyes were eating away at Takaki's soul.
Takaki stalked over to Shoon's table, standing next to Shoon's chair until the raven haired boy realized his presence. Right as Shoon looked up, Takaki gave a wide smirk and proceeded to dump his water, soaking Shoon. "Wh-what the hell?" Shoon spluttered as he swiped the hair now plastered to his forehead. "Why the fuck did you do that?"
Takaki's smiled got even bigger as he sat down, straddling Shoon's lap. He gently traced Shoon's cheekbone. "Because," He whispered, not caring if the world, or a room stuffed with boys, was watching. Takaki leaned in, his lips softly pressing against Shoon's.
"I'm your slave~"
~*~*~*~
THE END
~*~*~*~
Feedback would be wonderful, just so I know what to improve on or what you guys liked.