hurricane [4/?]
title: hurricane
author: hika_nishi
pairing: masuda/tegoshi
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: I own the computer I typed this on. That's it.
summary: Five years ago, he would have thought today was going to be terrible, but after what he’d been through, nothing in his life could be that bad, not out here in the real world.
note: sequel to Beautiful World. Most of this is probably unclear without reading that first.
Previous: 01 02 03
He can’t remember how many times he’s called anymore. It’s past three, he’s spent the last hour walking around the whole area in his pajamas, phone practically attached to his ear. Now he’s back in his car, forehead against the steering wheel, mumbling Yuya’s name amid tears. He flips his phone open again, wiping his nose on his hand, scrolling down to Tomohisa’s name. On the third ring, he answers.
“Takahisa,” he groans, frustrated, breathless. “You have really awful timing.” Masuda tries to speak, to form cohesive words, but it comes out as a series of incoherent sobs. “Are you okay?” his voice changes, concerned.
He takes deep breaths, tries hopelessly to steady his voice. “I can’t, I can’t find him.”
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It feels like an eternity before Tomohisa arrives, pulling his car up behind Masuda’s. He spends nearly half an hour trying to calm him down, reassuring him that Yuya is okay. “It’s late. He probably fell asleep or something.” Masuda doesn’t believe he means it.
Tomohisa walks back and forth around the area, side by side with some guy he’d brought with him who Masuda could only assume was the person he left the club with. Masuda pulls his phone out again, dials Yuya’s phone again. Again, for the millionth time, he hears Yuya’s voice mail message. He rests his head against the seat, tears blurring his eyes as he pushes buttons, listens to the soft ringing sound, not bothering to lift it to his ear.
“Takahisa?” His head shoots up, hitting the door accidently.
He puts the phone to his ear, stutters over words. “Yuya? Oh god, Yuya…” He gets out of the car, stands up to wave Tomohisa and his friend over. “I’m losing my mind here. Where are you?”
There’s a pauses on the other end, Yuya’s breathing heavy in his ear. “I don’t know,” his voice sounds groggy, slightly off. “I can’t see you, Takahisa.”
He hears Tomohisa’s footsteps quickly get closer, whispers, It’s Yuya, it’s Yuya, when he stops next to the car. He takes the phone out of Masuda’s hand, guides him to sit back down in the car seat, legs hanging out the open door. “Yuya, it’s Tomohisa.” Masuda can hear the name repeated happily, loudly through the phone. “Where are you?” he pauses for a second, Masuda can guess what Yuya says. “Find a street sign or something…Okay, I know where that is. We’re coming to get you.” He laughs lightly. “Yes, Takahisa, too.”
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The roads are thankfully light of traffic as Masuda drives behind Tomohisa, tapping nervously on the steering wheel. He’s almost panicking, worried that when they find Yuya, he’ll be in bad shape. The distance they’re driving doesn’t ease his mind. When Tomohisa pulls over, he takes a deep breath, feels his eyes well up when he sees Yuya stumble out of a nearby phone booth.
Masuda stops the car at an odd angle to the curb, forgetting to unbuckle his seatbelt and tripping as he hurries to get out. Yuya smiles, moves in his direction like he’s drunk, Masuda catches him in his arms, holding him tightly as if trying to make sure he’s real. “You’re hurting me,” Yuya mumbles into his shoulder.
He laughs silently, loosening his grip, putting his hands on Yuya’s face, brushing disheveled hair from his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? How’d you get all the way out here?”
“I think I’m okay,” he says quietly, slowly. “I don’t remember how I got here, though.”
“It’s okay,” Masuda smiles, running fingers through his hair. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”
Yuya gets a quick smack in the head when Tomohisa walks over. “What were thinking, wandering around by yourself? Takahisa’s been a useless mess. Calling me up at three a.m.…”
“Sorry,” he bites his lip, glances toward Tomohisa’s car. “Go back to your date, Tomo. Takahisa,” he rests his head on Masuda’s shoulder, “I’m tired, take me home.”
Yuya falls asleep in the car on the way home, hand clasped firmly in Masuda’s. He has to be carried back up to their apartment, which was more difficult than Masuda thought it would be, and opening the door is an ordeal in itself, but he manages. He takes Yuya to their room, laying him down on their bed, undressing him gently and changing him into something comfortable. There are no marks on his body, no cuts or bruises or any other indication that he was harmed in any way. It washes away a lot of his worries. When he climbs into bed himself, he wraps his arms around Yuya tightly, as if he’ll disappear otherwise.
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An hour after he closes his eyes, the alarm goes off. Masuda groans, throws his arm in the direction of the nightstand, groping around until he finds the button to turn it off. The first thing he notices is the emptiness on the other side of the bed. For a moment, he feels panicked, getting out of bed too quickly, falling onto the mattress again when dizziness hits him.
He lets out a sigh of relief when he opens the bedroom door and sees Yuya sitting at the table in his bathrobe, smiling at him while he chews his cereal. “You’re up early,” he says, Yuya nods happily. Masuda glances at the couch, the pillows and blankets usually on it in the morning piled in the corner of the room. “Tomohisa’s not home yet?”
“No,” he drags a hand across his chin to pick up a drip of milk. “I’m happy for him. Obviously, he had some fun last night.”
“That seemed pretty nice, too,” Masuda sits down across from him at the table.
“Maybe Tomohisa will start dating whatever-his-name-is,” Yuya looks up from his bowl, a sly grin on his face. “Then we can have some us time without having to worry about the noise. Just don’t be so rough with me next time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Masuda laughs.
“I’m still sore from last night.” Yuya looks at Masuda confused when his laughter stops, smile fades. “It’s okay, Takahisa. I know you didn’t want to hurt me.”
“Yuya, we…”
“I said it’s okay,” he stands from his chair, kisses Masuda’s cheek when he walks by. “You can’t help it if you love me so much.”
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“You think Yuya betrayed you?” Masuda stares down at his hands, twisting nervously in his lap, as he sits on the opposite end of the sofa from Tomohisa. He’d gone to work that day, but left at lunch. Today he really did feel like he was going to be sick.
“I don’t think he knows he did.”
“You’re not going to tell him,” it’s not a question, it’s almost a command.
“I think that’s the worst thing I could do.” Whatever Yuya had done, Masuda knows he wouldn’t do soberly. No, he was completely devoted, and the truth would kill him, or worse.
Tomohisa sighs heavily, making Masuda look up at him. “I’m sorry, Takahisa. He seemed fine before I left, totally giving off an I’m taken vibe, kept flashing that ring around like some girl that just got engaged,” he laughs a bit, but almost sadly. “He didn’t even drink that much while I was with him. If I just waited…” Masuda wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but he thinks he might cry if he tries.
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Around the time Yuya usually gets home, Masuda leaves the apartment, goes to the convenience store down the street to pick up something for dinner. He grabs some - Yuya’s favorites - and some medication for the painful headache he’s had for the last six hours. He walks around the store for a while, checking the time every few minutes to figure out when he can go home, not wanting Yuya to start asking questions about why he’s back from work early.
He takes a deep breath outside his apartment door, part of him asking why he’s so worried, telling himself he has no reason to be. He puts on a smile, opens the door, calling, I’m home, into the empty living room. Tomohisa comes out of the bathroom slowly, a serious look on his face. “I think he needs you,” he says, gesturing back toward the room.
Masuda drops the plastic store back on the floor, hurries across the living room. “What’s wrong?”
“He said he got into a fight,” Tomohisa grabs Masuda’s arm as he passes by him, leans in close to keep his voice down. “He got beat up by some kid who said he fucked his dad last night.” Masuda kicks over one of the side tables, knocking a dish to the floor. Tomohisa grabs his shoulders, tells him to take deep breaths. “He needs you, so calm down.”
“I’m going to kill that guy,” he says through gritted teeth, turning the knob on the bathroom door. Yuya is sitting on the floor, coughing over the toilet, face coated in a damp layer of smudged tears. Masuda kneels down beside him, rubs his back comfortingly.
“Takahisa,” he takes an unsteady breath, “are you mad at me?” Masuda just shakes his head back and forth, wiping Yuya’s face with a towel.
“I can’t be mad at my Yuya,” he says quietly, watching his precious boyfriend’s lip curve up, if only slightly. He helps Yuya to his feet, kisses his wet lips gently before leading him out of the bathroom.
Yuya holds his arm tightly, fingers digging into the skin. “I’m tired of being a victim,” Masuda hears him mumble.
“What are you going to do about it?”
Without hesitation, he answers, “Kill him.”
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bah, internet ws such a bitch while I was trying to post this. I'm sorry if this chap is kind of shaky. It felt messy at the beginning (and in the middle I realized I hate writing dialogue XD and there's just so much of it here) Maybe I'll feel different after a reread, but for now, I'm tired XD
author: hika_nishi
pairing: masuda/tegoshi
rating: pg-13
disclaimer: I own the computer I typed this on. That's it.
summary: Five years ago, he would have thought today was going to be terrible, but after what he’d been through, nothing in his life could be that bad, not out here in the real world.
note: sequel to Beautiful World. Most of this is probably unclear without reading that first.
Previous: 01 02 03
He can’t remember how many times he’s called anymore. It’s past three, he’s spent the last hour walking around the whole area in his pajamas, phone practically attached to his ear. Now he’s back in his car, forehead against the steering wheel, mumbling Yuya’s name amid tears. He flips his phone open again, wiping his nose on his hand, scrolling down to Tomohisa’s name. On the third ring, he answers.
“Takahisa,” he groans, frustrated, breathless. “You have really awful timing.” Masuda tries to speak, to form cohesive words, but it comes out as a series of incoherent sobs. “Are you okay?” his voice changes, concerned.
He takes deep breaths, tries hopelessly to steady his voice. “I can’t, I can’t find him.”
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It feels like an eternity before Tomohisa arrives, pulling his car up behind Masuda’s. He spends nearly half an hour trying to calm him down, reassuring him that Yuya is okay. “It’s late. He probably fell asleep or something.” Masuda doesn’t believe he means it.
Tomohisa walks back and forth around the area, side by side with some guy he’d brought with him who Masuda could only assume was the person he left the club with. Masuda pulls his phone out again, dials Yuya’s phone again. Again, for the millionth time, he hears Yuya’s voice mail message. He rests his head against the seat, tears blurring his eyes as he pushes buttons, listens to the soft ringing sound, not bothering to lift it to his ear.
“Takahisa?” His head shoots up, hitting the door accidently.
He puts the phone to his ear, stutters over words. “Yuya? Oh god, Yuya…” He gets out of the car, stands up to wave Tomohisa and his friend over. “I’m losing my mind here. Where are you?”
There’s a pauses on the other end, Yuya’s breathing heavy in his ear. “I don’t know,” his voice sounds groggy, slightly off. “I can’t see you, Takahisa.”
He hears Tomohisa’s footsteps quickly get closer, whispers, It’s Yuya, it’s Yuya, when he stops next to the car. He takes the phone out of Masuda’s hand, guides him to sit back down in the car seat, legs hanging out the open door. “Yuya, it’s Tomohisa.” Masuda can hear the name repeated happily, loudly through the phone. “Where are you?” he pauses for a second, Masuda can guess what Yuya says. “Find a street sign or something…Okay, I know where that is. We’re coming to get you.” He laughs lightly. “Yes, Takahisa, too.”
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The roads are thankfully light of traffic as Masuda drives behind Tomohisa, tapping nervously on the steering wheel. He’s almost panicking, worried that when they find Yuya, he’ll be in bad shape. The distance they’re driving doesn’t ease his mind. When Tomohisa pulls over, he takes a deep breath, feels his eyes well up when he sees Yuya stumble out of a nearby phone booth.
Masuda stops the car at an odd angle to the curb, forgetting to unbuckle his seatbelt and tripping as he hurries to get out. Yuya smiles, moves in his direction like he’s drunk, Masuda catches him in his arms, holding him tightly as if trying to make sure he’s real. “You’re hurting me,” Yuya mumbles into his shoulder.
He laughs silently, loosening his grip, putting his hands on Yuya’s face, brushing disheveled hair from his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? How’d you get all the way out here?”
“I think I’m okay,” he says quietly, slowly. “I don’t remember how I got here, though.”
“It’s okay,” Masuda smiles, running fingers through his hair. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”
Yuya gets a quick smack in the head when Tomohisa walks over. “What were thinking, wandering around by yourself? Takahisa’s been a useless mess. Calling me up at three a.m.…”
“Sorry,” he bites his lip, glances toward Tomohisa’s car. “Go back to your date, Tomo. Takahisa,” he rests his head on Masuda’s shoulder, “I’m tired, take me home.”
Yuya falls asleep in the car on the way home, hand clasped firmly in Masuda’s. He has to be carried back up to their apartment, which was more difficult than Masuda thought it would be, and opening the door is an ordeal in itself, but he manages. He takes Yuya to their room, laying him down on their bed, undressing him gently and changing him into something comfortable. There are no marks on his body, no cuts or bruises or any other indication that he was harmed in any way. It washes away a lot of his worries. When he climbs into bed himself, he wraps his arms around Yuya tightly, as if he’ll disappear otherwise.
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An hour after he closes his eyes, the alarm goes off. Masuda groans, throws his arm in the direction of the nightstand, groping around until he finds the button to turn it off. The first thing he notices is the emptiness on the other side of the bed. For a moment, he feels panicked, getting out of bed too quickly, falling onto the mattress again when dizziness hits him.
He lets out a sigh of relief when he opens the bedroom door and sees Yuya sitting at the table in his bathrobe, smiling at him while he chews his cereal. “You’re up early,” he says, Yuya nods happily. Masuda glances at the couch, the pillows and blankets usually on it in the morning piled in the corner of the room. “Tomohisa’s not home yet?”
“No,” he drags a hand across his chin to pick up a drip of milk. “I’m happy for him. Obviously, he had some fun last night.”
“That seemed pretty nice, too,” Masuda sits down across from him at the table.
“Maybe Tomohisa will start dating whatever-his-name-is,” Yuya looks up from his bowl, a sly grin on his face. “Then we can have some us time without having to worry about the noise. Just don’t be so rough with me next time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Masuda laughs.
“I’m still sore from last night.” Yuya looks at Masuda confused when his laughter stops, smile fades. “It’s okay, Takahisa. I know you didn’t want to hurt me.”
“Yuya, we…”
“I said it’s okay,” he stands from his chair, kisses Masuda’s cheek when he walks by. “You can’t help it if you love me so much.”
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“You think Yuya betrayed you?” Masuda stares down at his hands, twisting nervously in his lap, as he sits on the opposite end of the sofa from Tomohisa. He’d gone to work that day, but left at lunch. Today he really did feel like he was going to be sick.
“I don’t think he knows he did.”
“You’re not going to tell him,” it’s not a question, it’s almost a command.
“I think that’s the worst thing I could do.” Whatever Yuya had done, Masuda knows he wouldn’t do soberly. No, he was completely devoted, and the truth would kill him, or worse.
Tomohisa sighs heavily, making Masuda look up at him. “I’m sorry, Takahisa. He seemed fine before I left, totally giving off an I’m taken vibe, kept flashing that ring around like some girl that just got engaged,” he laughs a bit, but almost sadly. “He didn’t even drink that much while I was with him. If I just waited…” Masuda wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but he thinks he might cry if he tries.
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Around the time Yuya usually gets home, Masuda leaves the apartment, goes to the convenience store down the street to pick up something for dinner. He grabs some - Yuya’s favorites - and some medication for the painful headache he’s had for the last six hours. He walks around the store for a while, checking the time every few minutes to figure out when he can go home, not wanting Yuya to start asking questions about why he’s back from work early.
He takes a deep breath outside his apartment door, part of him asking why he’s so worried, telling himself he has no reason to be. He puts on a smile, opens the door, calling, I’m home, into the empty living room. Tomohisa comes out of the bathroom slowly, a serious look on his face. “I think he needs you,” he says, gesturing back toward the room.
Masuda drops the plastic store back on the floor, hurries across the living room. “What’s wrong?”
“He said he got into a fight,” Tomohisa grabs Masuda’s arm as he passes by him, leans in close to keep his voice down. “He got beat up by some kid who said he fucked his dad last night.” Masuda kicks over one of the side tables, knocking a dish to the floor. Tomohisa grabs his shoulders, tells him to take deep breaths. “He needs you, so calm down.”
“I’m going to kill that guy,” he says through gritted teeth, turning the knob on the bathroom door. Yuya is sitting on the floor, coughing over the toilet, face coated in a damp layer of smudged tears. Masuda kneels down beside him, rubs his back comfortingly.
“Takahisa,” he takes an unsteady breath, “are you mad at me?” Masuda just shakes his head back and forth, wiping Yuya’s face with a towel.
“I can’t be mad at my Yuya,” he says quietly, watching his precious boyfriend’s lip curve up, if only slightly. He helps Yuya to his feet, kisses his wet lips gently before leading him out of the bathroom.
Yuya holds his arm tightly, fingers digging into the skin. “I’m tired of being a victim,” Masuda hears him mumble.
“What are you going to do about it?”
Without hesitation, he answers, “Kill him.”
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bah, internet ws such a bitch while I was trying to post this. I'm sorry if this chap is kind of shaky. It felt messy at the beginning (and in the middle I realized I hate writing dialogue XD and there's just so much of it here) Maybe I'll feel different after a reread, but for now, I'm tired XD