Gaining Your Love: a Heisei Kumi fanfic (9/14)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Ariyama
Rating: PG-13
Genre:Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone, c'mon guys.
Summary:Long before the Heisei Kumi knew Keito Daiki makes it his mission to make the stunning Yamada Ryosuke fall in love with him, and it's going to be much harder than Daiki expected. So! For anyone who read my Heisei Kumi fic, this is the Ariyama spinoff I said I'd write! And if you didn't read it, please go check it out. The first chapter can be found here.
A/N: So....I feel like this chapter might seem rather plotless, but trust me, it is important, and it all ties back into the story...so....yeah.
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
"Daiki, are you ready?" Yamada peeked his head around the door frame of Daiki and Inoo's shared bedroom. Daiki looked up from where he was sitting on his bed, his bangs falling in his eyes, and nodding before turning his attention back to his shoelaces, finishing lacing up his right boot and placing his feet on the wooden floor, standing. It had been forty-seven days since Daiki had burst into Yamada's room and saved him from his nightmare. Since that last night Yamada's dreams had become less and less frequent, and Daiki had always been there to push the evil away, (Something slightly ironic, Takaki had remarked, given that to pretty much the rest of the world Daiki was the evil in their nightmares.) Ryutaro peeking his head down from the top bunk to make sure that Daiki had the situation under control. After baking cookies they had fallen into a routine of regularly doing things together, and Daiki even found that Yuto, who at the beginning had been very disapproving, was relenting, just giving Yamada a quick hug before letting him go out the door with Daiki. Daiki loved these outings with the younger boy, and they spent lots of time wandering the city, seeing movies, climbing trees and sharing drinks in the coffee shops. All of the establishments knew who and what they were, and grateful for how civilized the two acted, often let them have their food for free. Life was good. Everything was perfect...except for one thing: the Glock. The Kumi-cho had ordered Daiki to keep it on his person at all times, and it now was a permanent weight on his heart. A constant reminder that his punishment could come at any moment. He and Yamada left their home, chatting about the colors of the leaves and the clouds, their feet following twisting streets until they hit the clothing departments.
Today they were on a mission to find themselves new coats. It was nearly September, and autumn was in full swing, chilly breezes tugging at their bangs and nipping at their noses. They pulled open the door of the first place and were greeted with a rush of warm air and the sight of racks and racks of windbreakers, thick fluffy coats, and everything in between. They had to be able to find something for themselves to wear. Sure enough, within an hour they left the store with bags containing their purchases dangling from their wrists. Daiki made a mental note to return that night, having seen a little jean jacket that would look perfect wrapped around Yamada's little frame. Immediately they made their way off to a tailoring place that also did the Kumi's embroidery, dropping off Daiki's new black leather jacket with a description of what he wanted on the back and a rough sketch of his tattoo. Then Yamada left to get them doughnuts and Daiki followed the boy with his eyes as he crossed the street.
"How late will you be open tonight?" Daiki asked, turning back to the man that owned the shop. He quivered a bit, under Daiki’s gaze. He was scared out of his mind.
"Until you need me to be, sir." Daiki nodded, pleased with the response.
"Good. I'll be back before midnight with another article I want embroidered."
"Yes sir." Daiki nodded, effectively breaking off the conversation just as Yamada exited the doughnut shop across the street. Daiki felt a glow of happiness as he watched how Yamada smiled adorably at the little white box under his arms. If only he looked at Daiki with that much affection. If Daiki had any say in it, one day he would. Yamada returned, oblivious to Daiki's train of thought, with the box of warm doughnuts and a smile; his new coat, an adorable black pea coat, was buttoned around his frame, one of his hands in his pockets.
"Chocolate, blueberry, or the original glazed?" Yamada asked, opening the box, offering one to Daiki, eyes wide. Daiki let out an internal coo and took one, taking a bite before offering it to Yamada. Is he gonna bite it? If he does then it'll be an indirect kiss, right?! Yamada plucked the pastry from Daiki's fingers, and within the minute it was gone, and he was licking the flakes of glaze off of his lips. The man told them to pick up the jacket in two weeks, and they thanked him, leaving the shop. They walked back toward home, eating the doughnuts as they walked, the sun began to set, and with the darkness a chill swooped in. Daiki shivered, his fingers growing numb with the cold. Slowly, giving Yamada plenty of time to pull away he slipped his left hand into the younger boy’s right pocket, his cold fingers bumping Yamada's warm ones. Wordlessly Yamada laced their fingers together, pulling Daiki's hand close to his body. An uncontrollable grin took over Daiki's face, happiness coursing through his veins, and he let out a yell
"WHOOHOO!" Yamada jumped, startled, and Daiki just grinned wider, flicking his bangs out of his eyes. Yamada grinned back, shaking his head at Daiki's antics, before pushing open the front door.
"We're back!" Yamada announced, and within minutes they were swept into a large game of cards that lasted well into the night, everyone laughing and teasing. The game ended in Ryutaro beating them all, winning 30,000¥ and Chinen announcing that he was going to bed. Takaki disappeared upstairs, returning after a few minutes dressed in clubbing attire, as he did almost every night. Daiki had been waiting for him.
"Can I come with you?" Takaki stopped, head flicking to one side in surprise.
"Uh, you want to?"
"Yeah."
"You can come, but...are you going in that?" Takaki's eyes swept over Daiki's frame, taking in the camo patterned long sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and the poufy black vest skeptically. Daiki sighed, sending a reproachful look Takaki's way.
"What do you want me to wear?" Takaki scratched at the back of his head, and grabbed Daiki by the arm, pulling him upstairs and into his bedroom, taking the liberty to dig through Daiki's drawers, throwing clothing of his choice onto the bed.
"Wear this." Daiki looked over the outfit Takaki had thrown together. A form fitting blue t-shirt with silver wings printed on the back that Inoo had given him once, with a pair of white jeans that Daiki knew were tight, not uncomfortably so, but when he slipped them on they hugged his thighs. Takaki smiled nodding.
"Now jewelry." He grabbed Daiki's nice watch and a few rings the smaller boy had taken from people he had beaten up over the years, slipping them onto various fingers.
"Done. You're a chick magnet." Takaki examined him. Daiki frowned.
"A really short chick magnet." Takaki revised. Daiki felt his aggravation get the better of him and he lunged, slugging Takaki in the stomach.
"Shut up." He growled. Takaki sucked in air, hunched over, cursing as soon as he could breathe.
"Mother fucker. God damn you, you fucking bastard. God. Shit...that hurt!" Daiki took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
"Can we just...go?" Takaki rubbed at his stomach, and nodded. They returned down the stairs, and when Daiki came down there was a little gasp. Daiki looked up, and he saw both Inoo and Yamada, who had been in the process of setting up a game of chess, staring at him.
"Where are you going, Dai-chan?" Inoo asked, taking him in, and Daiki blushed.
"I'm going out with Takaki." He announced, shoving his hands into his pockets. Both of them frowned in sync.
"Don't be out too late." Inoo said.
"Stay safe." Yamada added, standing up. He walked over, slowly slipping his arms around Daiki for a hug. Daiki grinned, reveling in the attention.
"You look nice." Yamada muttered, and when he pulled away they had matching blushes on their cheeks. Inoo watched him, eyes flashing with wariness, and Daiki sighed, reaching up to ruffle his friend’s hair.
"It'll be okay Inoochii, I'll be back soon." He leaned in, and whispered
"I'm not even actually going clubbing. I'm buying a surprise present for Yamada, so don't worry so much." Inoo nodded. And Daiki walked over to the door, pulling it open and letting Takaki walk out.
"You look sexy, Dai-chan!" Inoo called. Daiki smiled, flashing a peace sign at his roommate before walking out the door, and into the night. Takaki raised his eyebrows at him.
"You ready to go? That was quite the scene back there." Daiki's brows furrowed in confusion.
"What?" Takaki threw his head back, dyed light brown tresses falling down his neck as he laughed.
"Oh, you're so oblivious. You're so dense, Daiki." Daiki was still confused, and he was starting to get annoyed.
"I'm leaving." He announced, spinning around and strolling off.
"Oi! I thought we were going clubbing!?" Daiki stopped, turning around, the streetlight making it hard to see Takaki.
"I'm not. I'm going out to get Yamada a secret present." He heard footsteps, and Takaki jogged over.
"Why?"
"I just want to." Daiki kicked at the street, sending a pebble flying. Takaki nodded, running a hand along the back of his neck.
"Okay then, let's go!" The taller boy announced, taking Daiki by the arm and pulling him in the direction he had started. Daiki yanked his arm out of Takaki's grasp, frowning at him.
"You're not coming." At Daiki's statement Takaki just rolled his eyes.
"Yes I am. I want to look at 'secret presents' too; and I'm not scared of you." Takaki singsonged, lolling his head back to look at Daiki from an angle. Daiki just huffed.
"Fine."
They took off through the streets, and once Daiki had relaxed a bit he managed to enjoy his company, the cool night air, and the glow of the moon and the streetlights, casting their shadows. They reached the clothing store and slipped inside.
"So, where is this secret present?" Takaki asked, scanning the racks of clothes, obviously skeptical of Daiki's fashion sense.
"Over here." Daiki grunted, leading Takaki to the heart of the floor, weaving through windbreakers and pea coats to the little section of jean jackets. He flicked through them, pulling out the one he had found earlier that day. It was a dark jean with an asymmetrical steep lapel and a zipper that traveled horizontally across the front of the jacket. Takaki eyed it for a minute before nodding.
"It's great. Very mature though, why don't you get it in a bigger size?" The brunette pulled out two more, each one bigger than the one Daiki held.
"He's this size though."
"Sure, now. But if you get him a bigger one he could wear it longer." Takaki argued. Daiki thought about it...but in the end still stuck with the one in his hands, leaving Takaki to go and pay, dragging the article up to the cashier's desk. The cashier smiled at him as he got close, waving slightly. He was a young man, probably in his mid-twenties, with dyed dark brown hair and a ring on his right pointer finger. He greeted Daiki, and asked him if he had managed to find everything okay. Daiki just nodded.
"You going somewhere special tonight, or do you dress like that all the time? It's a good style." The cashier said, ringing the jacket up. Daiki shrugged, and figured a little small talk wouldn't hurt.
"My friend over there told me I couldn't go out wearing what I had on before. He dressed me." Daiki gestured over to where Takaki was looking at scarves, and the cashier smiled in amusement.
"Well he does know how to dress I guess. He seems like the type to get a lot of girls." Daiki smiled at that, one of the biggest understatements of the century.
"And guys." Daiki threw on, just to make the guy uncomfortable. It worked, his mannerisms growing more jerky as he put the jacket into a bag, handing it over to Daiki.
"Just kidding!" Daiki said, laughing at the cashier’s expression.
"Hey, Dai-chan, you ready to go?" Takaki called, walking over. His eyes swept over the cashier, and he narrowed them slightly. The cashier just smiled, and Daiki nodded, pushing past Takaki to the front of the store and out into the sidewalk, Takaki following behind.
"Mmk, well I'm going to the tailors. You coming?" Daiki asked, turning to Takaki. The brunette shook his head, hands in his pockets.
"I'm going back, I need to talk to the Kumi-cho." Daiki nodded, clapping Takaki on the back as they went their separate ways. He walked through the streets, shopping bag slung over one shoulder. Once he reached the tailors he went straight to the back where the man from earlier in the day was waiting for him. He stood when Daiki walked in.
"Welcome, Arioka-san." Daiki just pulled the jacket out of its bag, getting straight to business.
"I want this embroidered on the back." He sketched out a design, handing it to the man. He took it carefully, examining it.
"When should I come by to pick it up?" Daiki asked, already heading for the door, despising the way this man shook with fear. He was pathetic. He looked over the designs.
"I should have both jackets complete in about a month, sir." Daiki nodded, slamming the door as he left. He stepped out and into a light rain. He sighed, knowing he would be drenched, and made his way home.
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