Tyrant fanfic: Unspoken Words
Acknowledgement: The characters found in this story are the sole property of Takanaga Hinako. I just hope that she could forgive me what I have done with them if she would know about it. Sorry, Sensei.Title: Unspoken Words
Author: pofika
Warnings: Blood, broken bone, some bad language, mild erotic narration, and if “sentimental” is a warning then that too.
Word count: 5,237
Note: The story takes place; after some time, when one would think that everything is fine and dandy, but there is a final conflict that Tatsumi has to solve on his own.
Unspoken Words
Tatsumi Souichi, distinguished professor of science, was seating on a bench in the garden of the house he shared with his long time colleague and lover, Morinaga Tetsuhiro.
It was a lovely afternoon, the sun shined throughout the small leafed canopy and danced on Tatsumi's face in the gentle breeze, but the man’s expression was a shear contrast of the peaceful downing sun-he was pissed, anger disturbing the beautiful face. He could have given anything for a cigarette if he had not stopped smoking a decade ago. He sighed in disappointment and threw his long hair back from his face.
Earlier, they had a fight which ended as often before, leaving Tatsumi angry and Morinaga sad. Tatsumi hated making Morinaga sad, but the idiot was more persistent than usual and Tatsumi stormed out of the house through the back door. He must deal with the miserable aftertaste alone and cool down to think.
Under the canopy of tailored lush greenery, Tatsumi always found his peace. When they bought the house, Morinaga wanted a small vegetable garden, and a place they could seat and enjoy the good weather so he spent all his free time to work on it, getting a few nasty cuts and bruises on his hands, but after almost two months he was satisfied with the result and shown it to Tatsumi with much pride and enthusiasm.
The plants were freshly planned, and Tatsumi lacked the imagination to see how it would be once the greenery have grown, but captured by Morinaga's enthusiasm he let himself dragged all over the garden listening the man’s blabber.
'Look, Senpai, we’ll grow fresh herbs and vegetables in this corner. It doesn’t look much for a sightseer now, but soon enough that three will be taller, and it will look charming. You see, those plants in that corner over there? That is our garden nook! The plants will run over the canopy in no time, and they will protect your delicate skin from the sun. My friend helped me to make the table and the bench in his carpenter shop, and I had the cushion custom made for it nice and thick to protect that delicious ass of yours from the bare wood.’
Tatsumi gave him a not so friendly gaze, and a slight punch on his stomach, but Morinaga was too happy and with a broad smile he tightly hugged the man. Tatsumi was embarrassed by Morinaga’s consideration and how he always went out of his way to please him, but sure, the covered canopy and the thick cushion were a nice touch.
Then, as Morinaga said, the canopy was covered with greenery in no time and Tatsumi found himself seating under it more often, and he couldn't imagine giving it up for anything-the private little paradise Morinaga built for the two of them.
Seating on the comfortable bench, feeding his eyes on the scenery always helped soothing his mind. No matter how angry Tatsumi was, or what problems he had, he always found his equilibrium here-but not today. Today was different. Today was the first time that Tatsumi could not brush off Morinaga’s persistency lightly, and his mind triggered to panic by the question which he must find an answer for.
This was not the first time that Tatsumi had struggled about things over their relationship. It was a long time ago that their connection was uncovered. A few careless words from Kanako at a party made it happen. It was one thing to accept their relationship in private, and another to put it out on the open. Tatsumi did not want that, and though he loved his little sister dearly, he had not spoken with her for a month. She wasn’t sorry the least bit, and she kept telling him that it was for his own good, because from then on he did not have to be so conscious all the time that it was getting ridiculous.
She was right, of course, those who knew them already suspected their relationship-they were always seen together so it was no surprise that they were a couple. Everybody was OK with that, but not Tatsumi. He was mad as hell and wanted to die in embarrassment.
Morinaga was happy, he wanted them to be known as a couple out of the open, but he tried to suppress his joy not wanting to irritate his lover further-and that helped to ease Tatsumi’s cruddy mood. He was grateful that Morinaga behaved courteous, that he avoided embarrassing Tatsumi in public with his affection, but there were times when Morinaga just had to held Tatsumi’s hand at night when they walked home-and he was incredibly happy when Tatsumi let him. Morinaga was like a big kid in heart.
Same as today. Age didn’t matter to Morinaga, he was energetic and full of life today as he was in his twenties. He lost his kiddies face as the passing years chiseled his complexion into a handsome middle-aged man’s, and eyes followed them everywhere they went together. Tatsumi changed too, but more in the inside than on the outside. Morinaga’s love changed him. He became less angry, more social though he kept it to a minimum-Morinaga’s presence was enough for him-and when he smiled, now and then, it gave him a gentle complexion. The gradually growing subtle changes in Tatsumi made Morinaga’s love for him grew even more strongly.
Tatsumi was not very happy about the changes, he too noticed, taking over him. He thought it made him weaker; thus, sometimes his mood relapsed back to anger, to the sentiment his mind could welcome with familiarity. He did not allow himself to think about other emotions; nonetheless those emotions slowly and surely found a steady root within him.
After Tatsumi’s acceptance of their relationship, everything changed for the better. They were more intimate, and when their bodies connected, their harts too seemed to find each other in the embrace-but the words were never spoken. Tatsumi could not bring himself to say it out laud, to say he loved Morinaga; he did not even know what he felt in his heart was love. He just knew that Morinaga’s touch ignited fire within his body, and that he lost the will to put out the suffocating, burning need.
Maybe the exchange of his body, to prevent his friend from leaving, seeded from his overgrown sense of obligation, but with time it had sprouted into a vine of wanting pleasure-and he finally understood that. Yet, his mind was still uneasy.
Morinaga was happy that Tatsumi had become increasingly compliant, and carefully, but persistently he extended the repertoire of their performance in bed, and while Tatsumi’s body became more open to the pleasure under Morinaga’s skillful hands and guidance, his mind remained sealed under shyness, embarrassment, and by his own conventional values.
Though rarely, Tatsumi initiated intimacy and Morinaga was delighted by it, but he was absolutely reluctant to talk about his feelings and desires no matter how much Morinaga wanted to hear him talk-especially those sweet three little words.
Morinaga’s appetite for Tatsumi was endless, even now he could still have sex every day if Tatsumi would let him. Today too, Morinaga was in his usual lovely mood, and Tatsumi would not mind the passionate kiss and caresses turning into a mind-blowing sex, if Morinaga had not pestered him again with the desperate want of hearing the words.
‘Senpai, do you love me? Say that you do. Say it. Please. I want to hear it. Tell me that you love me...’
It did not end well. Tatsumi could not say it.
‘Morinaga, not again! Are you trying to piss me off?’
’No. I’m trying to make you say you love me!’
‘What good would it make if those words were said during the heat of the moments anyway?’ Tatsumi argued. ‘Would they truly mean what you wanted them to?’
‘Ah, come on Senpai, don’t be like this. It would mean the world to me, no matter when you say it, even if just in the heat of the moment. Please.’ Morinaga kissed him passionately with impatient urgency, but Tatsumi was silent, he wanted to get out of the embrace.
‘Senpai, you love me-right? Then what are you afraid of that you can’t say it?’
‘Stop that! Leave me alone. I’m not afraid.’ Tatsumi, eyes darkened with a deadly glare, lips pressed together, rose to go.
Morinaga caught the sleeve of Tatsumi’s shirt to hold him back. ‘Don’t be so cruel, Senpai!’ The words left Morinaga’s mouth quietly, desperately as if they were chocking him lifeless. ’Say it, just once. Say it. I want to hear it before I die. Please.’
‘Stop it, Morinaga!’ Tatsumi was trembling from anger. ‘Drop the melodramatic act. What are you a child?’
’No. I’m an adult. A lovesick adult, blessed with such a heartless grumpy old man as you are for a partner.’ Morinaga complained.
‘Well, if you don’t like it, you can kiss my wrinkled ass!’ Tatsumi brushed off the hand that was holding him back, and he started to stomp out of Morinaga’s sight, but Morinaga quickly jumped after him, caught him in his arms encircling them around Tatsumi’s waist and chest to pull the man tightly to his own.
‘Really? I’ll be much obliged if you’d let me.’ He whispered, trying to lighten Tatsumi’s mood, but his playful words could not find the man’s ears.
‘What are you, an idiot? Let me go you perverted old fart!’ He said, and when Morinaga would not let him go, he lifted his leg and stepped hard on Morinaga’s toes while gripping one of Morinaga’s arm to twist his wrist.
Freed from Morinaga’s embrace he ran towards his original destination, the back door.
‘Senpai, can’t you take a joke?’ Morinaga desperately wanted to turn Tatsumi’s mood lighter, but he achieved just the opposite.
‘Do you see me laughing?’ Tatsumi shouted as he was running out of the house.
Morinaga, running after him, wanting to say something, collided with the slamming door face on. He felt the pain only for an instance. He passed out. When he came about, he faintly remembered running after Tatsumi. ‘I love you, Senpai, don’t go!’ He formed the words again in his mind, but only insolvent mess of a mumble could gurgle up from his throat along with a mouthful of blood. He had the sudden urge to spit and after doing so, the realization came with a splitting headache that beside of the swollen lump for a tongue, something was very wrong with his nose too.
The rapidly appearing pain throughout his face brought him to full alert. The pain, and the sight of the pool of blood where his head was laying a second ago finally made his mind to comprehend; his nose was broken! The painful throbbing intensified as he tried to stand and almost fainted. He tried to grab a solid support as the room spun around him, but finding no support at hand, he staggered onto the wall and rest there for a short while.
The distance to the kitchen from where he stood seemed too far, and when he finally reached the sink he was exhausted. The swell of his nose seemed to grow by the second, and he was constantly fought with the urge to vomit as the blood filled in his mouth from the bitten tong. He cleaned himself as throughly as the pain let him then he grabbed a clean kitchen towel and held it to his nose. He staggered to the fridge to get a bag of frozen green pee to use it as a cold press which made him feel better, even if just for a little. He called for a taxi, then while sucking on an ice cube he scrambled a short note and secured it on the fridge for Tatsumi to find.
He looked around and sighed. He hated to leave the place in such a mess, but it could not be helped; he was in no condition to clean up the bloody memento of the encounter with his beloved’s wrath.
While he was heading to the nearest hospital, even through the excruciating pain, his mind found the thought of his beloved. He was hopeful. Surely, Senpai will not refuse saying the words now-even if just induced by guilt-it would be lovely to hear. Morinaga would have smiled at the thought, if he could.
While the sun met the horizon, the anger in Tatsumi slowly turned to guilt. Morinaga’s desperate pleading shook Tatsumi’s stubbornness in its core, yet his mind had not been prepared to acknowledge his innermost feelings causing great conflict in Tatsumi.
Morinaga’s love was unconditional, and loving Tatsumi made a lovesick teenager out of Morinaga, even after so many years. Neither the passing time, nor Tatsumi’s tyrannical behavior could shake Morinaga’s devotion. Though Tatsumi was not the tyrant he had been; he did not make easy for Morinaga to keep loving him. Tatsumi was still a stubborn, sometimes to the point of being foolish, but Morinaga put up with it and rarely lost his patience. Such a strong affection could only be admired.
Tatsumi was merciless when it came to work. He was an obsessed researcher with results to show of, and he knew very well that all he achieved academically could not have come to pass so easily without Morinaga at his side as a colleague, a friend, and partner in life-and thought the immeasurable affection astonished Tatsumi, he did not quite know how to deal with it.
At home, Morinaga did most of the housework, and at work he let himself be enslaved by assisting Tatsumi. At night, he took his beloved into his arms and made passionate love to him, or just cuddled with him if they were too tired and have long conversation either about work, or other elements of their lives. Being with Morinaga was good.
Tatsumi had strong feelings for Morinaga, but his mind did not want to recognize it as love. Today, he had to confront his mindset. He could force himself to think and find the answer only when he was cornered-and today, he felt cornered.
Is it possible that Morinaga was right? Was Tatsumi afraid? Afraid of what?
“What am I so afraid of?” Hearing his own voice shook him out of his reminiscing, and noticed that the sun had already settled down. He was surprised that Morinaga had not come out to him yet, as he always did after their quarrel, trying to talk him into or rather caress and kiss him into a make up sex.
‘This is odd. It is not like him. Why had not he shown up already? Does he planning to give me the silent treatment this time? It could be good except it would not solve anything.’ It is better to apologize to him though that might not be enough either.’
When Tatsumi opened the back door he did not pay attention to his surrounding and stepped right in the drying pool of blood. He slipped and fell on his but. “What a… What is this?” He stood up and switched the light on, but he quickly regretted it as the scene was truly horrifying. “What happened here?” The fear pierced his heart and mind. ‘He didn’t! He couldn’t have-tried to-kill himself? Oh, no!’ Tatsumi was petrified.
“Morinaga!” He shouted loudly so that it was painful as he was shouting on the top of his lung without inhaling first.
“Morinaga! Where are you?” He stood up and followed the trace of blood into the kitchen where it stopped, but Morinaga was nowhere in sight. Tatsumi was confused, and felt weak as worry completely overtook his body asking the same question repeatedly. ‘What could have happened here? Where is Morinaga?’ He looked around with unseeing eyes when finally, through the fog of fear and confusion he caught the sight of the note. He took the paper, red it twice and shook his head in puzzlement.
Now you’ve done it, Senpai, you finally managed to brake my nose!
I’m heading to the nearest hospital. Don’t even try to come after me without
cleaning up the mess you made me leave behind.
I still love you,
Morinaga
‘What is this? What did I do? Broke his nose? When did I broke his nose? I remember crushing his toes a little, and twist his wrist, but I don’t remember breaking his fucking nose! What a fuck?’
Anger started to build up and stopped when slowly he looked up at the back door with the largest pool of blood, and realized. ‘That’s right. The idiot was running after me-and, and I slammed the door really hard-and I just kept running. It was I who did this to him. Shit! I truly fucking broke his nose!’ He felt terribly ashamed.
“Morinaga…” Tatsumi’s voice sounded pathetic to his ears as he sat down at the dinner table hiding his had in his palms, murmuring “forgive me” until he finally broke into tears.
Morinaga could be cruel too if he wanted to. How could he not called out for help? How could he leave just like that? And, what’s with the “don’t come until the mess cleaned up”? Like, that would be the most important thing to do in a situation as this! A small dose of anger started to mix with the crippling guilt, which was just enough to will his body move.
“What a fuck am I still doing here? I should be in the hospital with him already!”
He called Kanako, explained the situation briefly and asked her to come over and get a cleaning service so that when he could speak with Morinaga he could tell him that it had been taken care of.
Kanako, of course, blamed Tatsumi for what happened, and scolded him. She never blamed Morinaga for anything. Tatsumi on the other hand blamed Morinaga often for no other reason than out of bad habit. ‘That ends today!’
“Nii-san, be gentler with Morinaga! I swear I don’t understand what is he like about you.”
“I wonder about that too” murmured Tatsumi.
“After so many years, you still don’t seem to know how much Morinaga loves you-and tirelessly, no matter what you do to him. It is amazing!”
“Cut it, Kanako, I know how much Morinaga loves me-to the point that it is suffocating.”
“Nii-san, what happened between you and Morinaga today?”
“Never mind that, Kanako, just come over here, wait for the cleaning service then come to the hospital. I know you worry about him too.”
“Of course I do! He is my direst friend. Everybody likes Morinaga.”
“Yeah, but probably I’m the only one who doesn’t tell him that” Tatsumi murmured not realizing that he was thinking out loud.
“What?” Kanako could not believe what he heard. Nii-san never told Morinaga that he loved him! “Do you mean that you never told him? Everybody needs to hear it from time to time. I never thought that my fearless big brother could be such a coward, not saying it.”
“What did you just say?” Tatsumi asked, but Kanako did not listened.
“Now I get what happened today-poor Morinaga. I hope you realize that you are torturing him!” Kanako said angrily.
“Shut up. I’m not torturing him, and he doesn’t need to hear anything.” It was an utter lie, and Tatsumi blushed in shame.
“Yeah, right. Is that why he is in a hospital now? I guess he didn’t want to hear it and that’s why you punched him! Is that how you show your love for him?” Kanako was shouting.
“That is enough, Kanako! I’m not going to discuss it with you. I didn’t punch him, I told you; it was the door. You want to make a monster out of me.”
Kanako now pitied her brother as it was clear to her that Tatsumi had not yet realized his own feelings, and after so many years this was almost chronic.
“Nii-san, you have such a strong sense of fairness. Do you think it’s fair to Morinaga never letting him hear the words from you? It is too cruel. For the sake of each of your happiness, please don’t be coward.”
“Kanako, enough already, I’m hanging up now.”
Tatsumi felt a lump in his throat. This was the second time today he had to hear such tormenting words.
It was true, Tatsumi hardly knew anyone who did not like Morinaga. He was always cheerful, helpful, and honest-no wonder he had friends everywhere he went. Even the doctor who operated on him now was a friend of Morinaga, and Tatsumi was relieved. At least the man knew him too and knew how he was with people so when the doctor came to speak with Tatsumi, he did not have to force himself to behave.
“How is he, doc? How is Morinaga? And don’t even think about feeding me with bullshit, because I don’t have patience for that!” After the shock he went through he was glad that finally there was somebody he could shout at.
“Take it easy Tatsumi-san, I put his face back together, but he lost some blood and he has a slight concussion. He bit his tongue so eating and speaking will be difficult for a short while. He will be a little weak, but I know that your tender loving care will cure him in no time” he patted Tatsumi’s shoulder as he added “Will I get a punch for that last thought?” He chuckled, then his face turn more serious. “You can see him now, but brace yourself, he looks awful.” And before Tatsumi could ask, he added “You can take him home in two days.”
Two days- Hmm... It will be lonely in the house without him. Tatsumi would never thought he could think that. It was Morinaga who was thinking like that. Just one day without Tatsumi around made the idiot lonely. Tatsumi could never understood that, but now, he felt it too even before those two days had begun to start.
Tatsumi didn’t want to be dependent on anyone. Not even on Morinaga, but Morinaga made himself too indispensable and Tatsumi got too used to it, to the point that he could not even function properly without him anymore.
He was unprepared for the sight when he stepped into Morinaga’s room. It was difficult to see the result of the freak accident. Morinaga’s face was covered with a bandage-and the parts which were not, looked were horribly bruised and swelled.
“How could you had not told me what happened to you? Did you think I would have been bothered to take care of you and accompany you to the hospital? I really can’t understand you sometimes. How could you made me feel so miserable?” Tatsumi was sulking to the sleeping Morinaga and let himself surrounded with self pity. Morinaga was not in pain, he was sleeping. It was Tatsumi who felt pain now. He took Morinaga’s hand in his, and while holding it gently he started to cry.
“You don’t know how I felt when I came back to the house and saw blood everywhere. I didn’t know whether someone broke in and attacked you, or you killed yourself.”
Guilt was eating Tatsumi while he was waiting for Morinaga to wake up and could hear his voice. His heart sunk as he looked at the face he knew too well, but could hardly recognize now.
“I did this to you-and you still love me? Then why couldn’t you love me even more to let me take care of you?” Tatsumi kissed the hand he held in his, and he could not stop the flow of his tears.
This was not the retribution Morinaga deserved for being persistent-even in Tatsumi’s eyes, breaking Morinaga’s nose was Tatsumi’s fault, even that it was the door executing it. An apology was in order, Tatsumi knew, but he also realized that apology would not provide a satisfactory closure this time.
‘What should I do?’ Tatsumi could think when he wanted, he just never wanted to think about this. Unless he was cornered, but then he became his own psychoanalyst-doing quite a good job at it, always resulting in painful defeat by his own conscious mind. To go there, to dig deep into his own mind and finding what was hiding there was true was what feared Tatsumi.
‘If only I could see your eyes, I wouldn’t feel so lonely.’ As much as he wished to be able to look into Morinaga’s eyes, he was afraid to. He, who often frightened others, now, was too timid to look into Morinaga’s eyes, yet he yearned to see them open, gazing back at him.
He loved this man! Despite his believes that he was not gay and therefore, he could not love a man-he loved this one.
Morinaga was sleeping now with just a broken nose, but if this was his deathbed, Tatsumi knew he would regret not telling him ever that he loved him, and Tatsumi loved him as a friend, and he loved him as a man-he loved the whole Morinaga dearly. If it had not been love, he could not have felt so deeply at peace when their bodies wove into a warm wanting embrace. At those moments, when their bodies, and minds become one strong identity willed to reach the peak of nothingness, wishing to be fused for eternity, yes, at those moments Tatsumi’s feelings were no different from Morinaga’s.
Feelings are bound to roam after gaining their freedom from long years of confinement, and with a turn of a moment Tatsumi was a changed man with erupting emotions-and they did not frighten him. His deep feelings finally broke through the wall of his conventional thinking with sudden certainty-and he was not afraid from them anymore.
He liked his new self, the one who let himself surrounded with overflowing unexplained happiness, the wonderful feelings the old self hid and suppressed for so long. He could tell Morinaga now what he wished him to say. Tatsumi was ready to tell him even more! He wished his friend, no, his lover to wake up now.
He was ridiculously happy that he could think about Morinaga as a lower now without the smallest trace of embarrassment. His cheeks were flushed, but this time the liberated desires were painting the blush there. Yes, as ridiculous as it was, at that very moment he wanted to make love to Morinaga, to feel the warmth of his skin, the strong arms embracing him, the mouth talking to him, and the eyes glazing on him with love-the love which now Tatsumi could wholeheartedly respond to. Tatsumi was happy. For the first time in his life, he was at peace within.
A subtly stir and a weak hoarse moan brought Tatsumi back from his euphoria. Not letting the hand go, he leaned above Morinaga so close that his loosened long hair curtained both their faces and the happy tears which were dripping on Morinaga’s bondage.
Morinaga opened his eyes, one red and swollen, the other as beautiful as ever looking at Tatsumi with confusion. “Senpai?”
“I’m glad I broke your nose.” Tatsumi announced with passion burning through his gaze.
‘It’s Senpai’s beautiful face. What does he saying?’ Morinaga’s mind was cloudy from the anesthesia.
Tatsumi, reading the question from Morinaga’s eyes, repeated the words. “I’m glad I broke your nose.”
The words reached Morinaga’s drugged hazy mind and found an understanding there. “It’s a small prize for your feelings, Senpai.” Came the weak whisper from Morinaga. “If you could say you love me now I would believe you.”
Tatsumi was quiet for a moment, and as Morinaga looked into Tatsumi’s honey colored teary eyes he said, “That’s all right, Senpai, I understand.”
“Mori-”
“That’s OK, you don’t have to force yourself. I don’t need to hear what I already know.” He whispered.
And Tatsumi whispered back. “I love you, Morinaga, I love you with all my heart.”
‘Ah, he said it?’ Really?’ Words did not leave Morinaga’s mouth yet Tatsumi understood the uncertainty in his eyes.
“Yes, I said it-and not out of guilt, you can be sure of that!”
“Tatsumi Souichi, what did you do to my Senpai?” Morinaga asked, fighting the urge to fell back to sleep.
“I liberated him.” Tatsumi smiled.
“Couldn’t you had done that twenty years ago?”
“What does that mean now? You don’t mind my wrinkled ass anymore?” Tatsumi chuckled with a pretend annoyance.
“But of course, I want to give it a long lick to smooth it out.” Morinaga tried licking his lips to demonstrate.
Tatsumi chuckled again. He truly enjoyed this. Now he understood why Morinaga loved talking in bed during doing it, and it disturbed him not the slightest bit that even in this state Morinaga was as perverted as ever.
“Ah-this is too much. It can’t be true! Senpai is having an impish conversation with me. This must be a dream,” Morinaga whispered sleepily and his fingers clenched harder on Tatsumi’s, “but it feels so real…”
“Oi, Morinaga! It is real! You are not dreaming!”
Tatsumi desperately wanted him to know that this is real, but Morinaga again closed his eyes to continue the dream he thought he was having.
‘Ah, shit. He fell back to sleep again. So much for my confession!’
Tatsumi was a little disappointed, but then, the subtle lines morphed into a smile making his face adorable. ‘Well, there is always tomorrow.’
“Senpai?”
“I’m here, Morinaga, What is it?”
“Kiss me, Senpai.”
“Are you an idiot? You can hardly speak with that tongue!” Said Tatsumi, but he leaned closer and whispered in Morinaga’s ear “I’ll kiss you when you can kiss me back properly.”
“Then would you do something else for me now?”
“What is it? I’ll do anything for you,” Tatsumi was all eagerness, “just name it.”
“Would you mind? It-it has gotten-hard.”
“What? What does…” and he deeply blushed when he saw Morinaga’s failed attempt to laugh. “Why you-perverted-geezer! Even if halfway dead, you would want to do that. I swear your cock will have to be separately put to death after you die! I see, you are fine. I’m going home now.”
‘Senpai, so cute, so innocent. Even at this age I can make him blush.’ Then he whispered, “I love you” and closed his eyes as sleep caught him again.
Tatsumi was happy. He pulled the chair closer to the bed, put his head on Morinaga’s chest and listened to his peaceful breathing. “I love you, Morinaga Tetsuhiro, I love you very much.” He confessed again, and still holding his friends’ hand in his, he dozed of.
“Senpai?”
“I’m here, Morinaga.” Tatsumi startled out from his half-asleep state, “What is it? Do you need anything?”
“Did you cleaned the mess I left?”
“Ah, shut up, and go back to sleep you, idiot!” With that, Tatsumi placed back his head on the living pillow, and let himself gently rocked to sleep by his beloved’s steady breathing.
A brief background for Unspoken Words:
In my head, Morinaga accepts the job, and finishes his remaining year at the University (good chance to write about his struggle to do everything and getting exhausted to the point that Tatsumi had to take care of him while he regains his strength). Living with his Senpai, from what we know after their last embrace, looks promising for their relationship to flourish (good chance to write about how they were found out, for instance). Then about ten years later, Morinaga leaves the job and joins his Senpai at the University where Tatsumi stayed doing research and later teach (this alone could produce some fun stories). They became a legendary couple to speak about. They decided to buy a house together, close to the University, where they continue living together (bringing friends and relatives into the picture at any point could further expanding their story). Anyway, this is the background for Unspoken Words which take place, oh… about twenty some years after Volume 7-11 (or is it vol. 8-11?).
As you can see, this story has the potential to expand to novel length (still could be plenty to write about), but from an inexperienced writer (first approach), I think it’s enough to bear, both writing it as reading it *-*
Thanks for reading it. Now, please be merciless with your feedback, if you bother to give any, I’ll be happy to read them.