Gaining Your Love: a Heisei Kumi fanfic (14/14)
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: I'm sorry this took so long...life just got crazy. Hope this chapter finds you well. :) Enjoy!
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13
The next thirty-six hours were the longest of Daiki's life. He couldn't focus on anything. And eventually he gave up on his attempts to pick up girls, play cards, or even eat, instead just sitting anxiously on the couch, the anticipation and dread making him slightly queasy. Day turned to evening, and finally, putting a stop to the numb time passage, Yamada sauntered down the stairs, looking stunning in a pair of purple sweat pants and a white wife beater, his hair damp from the shower, his tattoo stark against his pale skin. His face was free of emotion, and he sat down next to Daiki on the couch. Daiki's eyes scoured his face for any hint to his decision, and Yamada leaned in, his mouth by Daiki's ear, and whispered
"Yes." He pulled back, and Daiki looked him in the eyes.
"Yes?"
"Yes, I can give you a chance, Daiki." Daiki felt pure euphoria wash over him, and he could feel himself grinning, stretching his cheeks to their limit. Yamada pulled him in for a hug, the scent of his hair intoxicating, and they snuggled there on the couch for a few minutes before dinner was called. They stood together, joining the group at the table, and dinner went just as it usually did, but Daiki couldn't hold it in for long, and he announced
"We're together." He smiled, eyes locking on Yamada's face. "Yamada and I are together now." There was a silence, then Hikaru started clapping, and he declared
"Congratulations. That's awesome guys." They were met with other congratulatory remarks, and multiple 'about time's from their housemates, but Inoo remained silent, and after a few moments he stood, muttering a quick
"Bathroom." and exiting the kitchen, heading straight for the front door and leaving the house completely. Takaki excused himself, chasing after him. Daiki watched them go, confused, and everyone had awkward expressions on their faces, the table falling silent for a moment, before Hikaru pushed through the dense space now hovering over them and picked the conversation back up, and at his urging they returned to their previous state, ignoring the two empty chairs. After dinner Inoo and Takaki returned, Inoo with red cheeks and puffy eyes, and he dragged Daiki aside, pulling him into a tight hug, and he said
"I'm so happy for you." Daiki grinned, standing on his tiptoes to put his chin over Inoo's shoulder, whispering back
"Thanks. You're the best."
Soon the table was cleared and cards were pulled from pockets and they wasted the night in laughter and various games, and Daiki couldn't help but hold Yamada's hand under the table. For the next twenty-four hours everything would be perfect. The perfection was shattered however, with the bringing of the next evening, everyone preparing for dinner when Hikaru opened the front door only to collapse to his knees there in the entryway, one hand clutching his thigh, blood all down his jeans, small cuts covering his arms. Immediately Yabu was there, and with Ryutaro he got Hikaru over to the couch. They took scissors from the kitchen, beginning to cut away a part of his jeans to get to the injury, while Chinen asked
"What happened?!"
"It was one of those Wakaba..." Hikaru was breathing hard, his face screwed up in pain as Yabu disinfected the wound. They all got a better look at it. A gash, deep and long traced up his thigh, and it was obvious what exactly had happened: knife fight. Yabu pulled out the needle and thread, and while Ryutaro got to work on cleaning the smaller cuts on his arms Yabu pulled Hikaru's leg out straight to ensure it would heal correctly, and threaded the needle. Hikaru took a deep breath, trying to brace himself for the familiar pain of the needle, but he still flinched slightly as it dipped into his flesh. Chinen frowned, and announced
"Everyone to the kitchen now. Ryutaro, take over the stitching for Yabu, he needs to hear this." Ryu shot a confused look the Kumi-cho's way, but set down his cloth and took the needle from Yabu's fingers, Daiki taking Yamada's hand as they herded into the kitchen, giving it a tight squeeze. They circled around the table, and Chinen announced
"This is despicable. We're taking revenge. Tonight. Everyone get prepared, we leave in twenty minutes."
"What about Ryu?" Yabu input.
"And Hikaru, we can't leave him here alone." Yamada said, glancing back at the pair on the couch. The little Kumi-cho glanced back as well, before stating
"Ryu is going to stay here with Hikaru while we go. I'll fill them in while you all go get ready. Now, go." Everyone scattered, mainly to their rooms to change, others to locate various knives. Daiki pulled Yamada aside, immediately saying
"Please don't go."
"What?!"
"Don't go on the raid. I'll talk to the Kumi-cho, just...please."
"No way! We need all the people we can get, and besides, I'm a member of this Kumi, and I want to go out and beat those bastards for what they did!" His face was set, determined, and Daiki sighed, worry washing over him, and he ran a hand through his hair, trying to come up with some logical reason for Yamada to stay behind. All he could come up with was
"Please?"
"No Daiki, you're being ridiculous." Yamada said, shaking his head slightly. He was just about to brush past Daiki to go to his room when Daiki threw out one last ditch
"I love you." Yamada froze for a moment before continuing on his way up the stairs. Daiki let out a second sigh, watching him go. As he did his eyes caught on Chinen and Ryutaro talking by the couch. Ryu looked annoyed and slightly angry, while Chinen looked firm, a slight worry in his eyes that mirrored the way Daiki felt. He must be telling Ryu that he couldn't come on the raid. Without further thought Daiki marched up the stairs to change. He opened to door to find Inoo already nearly dressed in his suit, and he pulled open the closet, silently changing into his own. As he was tucking in his shirt he spotted the butterfly knife he kept in his sock drawer and pulled it out, throwing it to Inoo.
"Here, you lost yours right?" Inoo caught it deftly, twirling it between nimble fingers.
"Thanks."
They all met in the kitchen, Yamada emerging in his black suit, his katana over one shoulder. Ryutaro sat in the living room, needle and thread in hand, watching them with slightly resentful, resigned, worried frustration. Daiki took in Hikaru's bloody form, the sight filling him with the raw anger he needed. Chinen led them out of their home and into the night. Once the Wakaba main hideout came into sight all organization went out the window and everyone simply ran at the building, busting down doors with harsh yells. Daiki started off with Yamada, but soon amidst the confusion they were separated. For a while he was alone, aside from the numerous Wakaba underlings he knocked to the floor like flies. Eventually however he ran into Yuto, and the skinny boy announced
"We're retreating! Head back!"
"Where's Yamada?!"
"Takaki's got him, now let's go!" They headed back the way they had come, and it took a few minutes of fighting, but they managed to make it back outside. From there they found themselves alone, so they simply ran, making it back home. In the light of the street lamps Daiki could see a thin gash on the younger boys neck, just behind his ear, and he had a split lip, but aside from that he looked pretty good. Daiki prayed that Yamada's injuries were that minimal. They entered the house to see Ryutaro standing with Yabu and Inoo around Hikaru, who was still on the couch. Yabu looked as if he had broken some fingers, he was cradling his hand and cursing lowly to himself at Ryutaro's every attempt to touch it. Inoo looked well, and he was fiddling with the butterfly knife, letting it fly from hand to hand with ease, its pieces opening and shutting gracefully.
"Is anyone else back yet?" Yuto asked as they joined the group. Inoo shook his head and they just sat in silence, except for the curses spewing from Yabu's lips, and Ryutaro's occasional 'Shut the hell up and take it'. Hikaru was just about to jump into the mix, despite his stitched up leg, when the door was pushed open and the rest of them spilled in. Chinen was unscathed, the little Kumi-cho breathing hard. Takaki and Yamada however, weren't looking so good. They were both hunched over, Takaki gripping his shoulder, blood on his hands, Yamada's arms wrapped around his torso. While everyone else went to his aid, Daiki immediately rushed to Yamada's side, the little boy's brow furrowed in pain, his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Ryosuke, what happened?!" Yamada took a deep breath, muttering
"Broken ribs." Panic filled Daiki up, and he heard himself muttering
"Oh god. Oh no...what are we going to do? We have to...oh god." Yamada sent a surprised glare his way, the thought are you seriously doing this right now?! all over his face. He took a second deep breath.
"Daiki...help me to bed." Daiki felt stupid. Bed! Of course! Yamada needed the perfect bed...Hikaru's! No, Hikaru was using it. He'd just take him to his own bed. Yes. The thought of Yamada in his bed made him smile just a bit, and he looped an arm under Yamada's legs, pulling him up and positioning him bridal style in his arms. Yamada cursed lowly at the movement, but he clutched at Daiki's lapels, burying his face in Daiki's shoulder all the way up the stairs. Once they got to the top it was made apparent why. He had tears streaming down his cheeks, his face was red and blotchy, and little silent sobs were escaping his quivering lips. There at the top of the stairs Daiki froze, staring down at him, feeling him bundled up in his arms.
"This is why I asked you not to go. I would do anything so that you wouldn't have to feel like this..." He murmured. Yamada blinked, looking up at him through watery eyes. "It's so scary. This time it was only your ribs, but what about next time, or the time after that? This is why you shouldn't go! What if it's worse? What if you die? What am I supposed to do without you?!" Yamada let out a little chuckle, letting go of Daiki's suit jacket with one hand to wipe the tears away, and he smiled a weak smile.
"Daiki."
"Yeah?"
"I love you too." Daiki just stood there, the words leaving him numb, and Yamada put and arm around Daiki's neck, pulling his head down and gently pressing their lips together. The sensation was amazing, tingles running over him, and a swooping, euphoric yet terrified sensation mixing in his stomach. The moment seemed endless and yet fleeting, and all too soon Yamada had pulled away. He was blushing, but he tried to act stern as he looked up from his position in Daiki's arms, and demanded
"Now, please take me to bed."
Daiki grinned, and said
"Anything for you, Ryosuke." and the world was perfect.
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A/N: If you read this fic you're awesome. Look out for an epilogue soon! Love you all.