You Exist in My Song (1/3)
Title: You Exist in My Song
Pairing: Takaki Yuya x Inoo Kei (TakaNoo)
Type: Chaptered
Genre: Romance, angst, drama, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine.
Warning: My English is bad.
“Huff……”
It was his ninth time huffing already. There are these foggy clouds linger around his head, resulted from an unexpected event happened last night. Inoo’d never know his first kiss will be stolen by a stranger. He’d even never dreamt about that. Very suddenly. And so unprepared. Everything occurred quite fast, the opposite of what he thought about how first kiss should be done.
Screw it. He’s 23 and still had no lovers. But that doesn’t mean fate could just toy with him and meet him up with a brunet guy on the street who’s unknowingly being rude. Maybe he’s sexually frustrated, and maybe he’d never really targeted his white tint into a proper place instead of his right hand. But still, he’s not desperate enough to just lay himself unto a guy he barely remembers the face.
“Huff…. What should I do?”
He looked up at the white shawl on his hand, resting the right cheek on the table. That night the guy gave him this. He realized, that stranger is kinda suspicious. Or else why would he try to manipulate those policemen chasing after him? There must be something. Maybe he’s a criminal, and he’d just committed for a sin. It was all weird. But that night, his smile spreads under the dark sky, shines gloomily. And Inoo hates the voice coming from the back of his head, that instead of consider him as a scary guy, he’s focusing on how he could still remember that gentleness transferred from his warm lips.
He’s just too good to be a criminal. His apology sounds so sincere, coming from the deepest part inside him. Maybe some people said a killer always looks nice and humble outside. But if, if only, he’s really a bad guy, he wouldn’t bent down like that, he wouldn’t say sorry for almost hundred times to Inoo, he wouldn’t care about Inoo to the point he offered him this white shawl. Which could make Inoo thinks he is indeed a savior, and he’d done a right thing.
“But he stole a kiss from me.” He whined. Complicated thoughts are running in a place. “He must be a bad boy since he stole a kiss from me.”
Goddamnit. Is he even supposed to be a whiny like this? Like a girl on her period only because of a kiss? If that was really an accident, then he just shouldn’t count it in. But the sensation gave him a strike. Shitload. He could tell butterflies raged in his stomach, and his heart was placed at the pit of his throat, pumping on his mouth. It was all the experience he’d never had. And that was awesome. The softness, the tender touch, the careful movement, just fucked him up. More than that, the guy is such a hottie. With that messy Amber-haired and sweat smell coming from his body.
“Dame! He isn’t hot! Kei, he isn’t hot! He stole a kiss and that’s unforgivable.”
Frustratingly, Inoo covered both his face. And that moment he sense citrus scent from the white shawl he’s holding. The weird thing was, he’s enthusiastic to imagine how their second meeting would occur.
***
Inoo took an adventure to discover more about the guy. There is no Google Maps. No proper direction. Thus he figured out things wouldn’t work only with spirit. He should have plan. He should just hypothesize how to find him.
“Why are you so eager, though?” He mumbled alone.
But even if he sounds like throwing a tantrum at himself, still, his brain tried to connect more specific hints from what happened last night. He went to the park first, their meet-up spot. And then Inoo looked around, vaguely remember the guy was coming from the alley between those lamp-streets. He herds himself there, only to find lots of garbage drums and a suggestion of forgetting his plan to make a way throughout those smelly stuffs.
God. The street was silent. It wasn’t some kind of the path the pedestrians will choose. And Inoo keeps standing, doesn’t know where to go or how to reveal the right turns. He’d almost go depressing. But then amidst that chaotic and horrible thoughts, he sees a familiar thing crossed his way.
That blue parka.
Yes. How can he forget about that blue parka? The memories erupted automatically, and he’s thousands percent sure it wasn’t a coincidence. So Inoo tailed behind, following the guy in front of him walking. The object stepped quite fast, like he’s in rush. And after five more minutes being a spy, although it seemed wrong to measure time like that, the guy finally arrives in a small wooden house.
The place looked like an abandoned stuff. Some parts of the walls were painted by graffiti. With those growing-tall grasses around. Even the windows don’t seem appropriate. Dirty and full of dusts. But however that guy clicks the key into the hole, and he immediately disappears from Inoo’s sight.
After make sure he’s safely alone, Inoo took few steps to observe such place. He peeped out through the nearest window, find nothing. If people looks at him by this point, the might think Inoo is a robber trying to study about his target first. Except for the small fact that Inoo even doesn’t fully understand what he is up to, either.
“What are you doing?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Someone had whispered on his left ear, came from nowhere. Inoo landed his ass on the floor, making a much bigger deal of it than it actually was. Both of them are staring to each other. And Inoo, sitting there, too nervous, too confused, to say anything. It felt like he’d just caught off guard. Like he’s just stolen something and immediately got captured.
“S-shit…”
“Huh?”
“YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!”
“What?! You are the one looking suspiciously into my house.” The guy protested.
Damn. He’d been right all along. Inoo averted his eyes somewhere else, anywhere, to hide this sudden heat turbulence across his face. But then instead of a curse, or bad treatment, the guy offers his hand to help Inoo stands by his own feet.
“Stand up.” He said.
For whatever reason, Inoo couldn’t quite believe that he’s too weak to stand by himself. And he eventually accepts that hand on his palm. They have this millisecond contact for second time, and his skin feels harsh yet delicately strong.
“What are you doing in my house?”
“…………………………………………”
“You wanna come in?”
Without further answer, the guy opened his door and let Inoo in like they have this sixth sense to read each other’s minds. The interior has no different with outside view, though. Things were packed. There is old furniture, but the floor is so clean despite of its humid aura filling the space.
“So what?” The guy walks inside, kneels down in front of his fridge to take something. “Are you coming here because you’re pregnant?” He laughed.
“Huh?” Inoo frowned. “Are you trying to joke around?”
“And then why would you dare to come here? Followed me around?”
He didn’t say much of anything as answer. Inoo just casually take over the Coca Cola this guy handed to him. There was barely a reason. But at least he should build a valid excuse to fight back the guy.
“Well, I want to give it back to the owner.”
Inoo untied the white shawl he’s currently wearing from the neck. And the guy creates this knit between his brows, as if he could sense it was actually a lie.
“So you came here only because you want to give me back my shawl? Aren’t you afraid that maybe you didn’t make a proper and careful decision?” He snorted.
That was right. It’s such a reckless thing to do. Come to think of it. Just yesterday he found this guy was chased by policemen. And above anything else, there wouldn’t be smoke if there’s no fire. In short, he must do a mistake and should pay for whatever he’d done. He could be a killer, or if he isn’t, he could just have this gun or knife or something hides behind his shirt which is ready to settle every time.
But, if the guess could do no wrong, Inoo quite believe he’ll be attacked the first moment he stepped into this house. And he could be the victim by this point, having a sharp and scary knife around his neck. But there is nothing happen. The guy looks absolutely thrilled, but it’s just some kind of different thrill than most people expect to be. So when the guy laughed childishly in front of him, Inoo forcing away his traitorous despair.
“You can just call me stupid.” Inoo shrugged.
“You look smart.”
“But you’re right. I dared myself to come here alone, putting your shawl on top of my life’s safety.”
“Probably.” The guy said. “I could just put a poison inside your Coca Cola though.”
Inoo choked. Almost bursts out the thing he’d just drunk. “What?!”
“But I didn’t.” He said. Get a deep sip of his green tea. “What’s your name?”
“Is it dangerous to tell you mine? You could just write it down on Death Note.”
“Yeah. I have Ryuk behind me just so you know.”
“I have Rem then. Well, I’m Inoo Kei.”
“Takaki Yuya. Let’s count ‘till 40 seconds later.”
“That’s so silly.”
Inoo looked over at Takaki, who’s now laughing after hearing his straight-forward sarcasm. His laughter is so crunchy, echoing on the walls around their surroundings. There is an almost invisible scar below his thin eyes, and also the freckle on the center of his neck, which was strangely make Inoo feels his stomach is twisting inside. This guy is the one who steals his first kiss, and objectively speaking, he’s the type of common guy who every girl would love to replace Inoo for such experience.
“And by the way…” Inoo said.
“Yeah?”
“I want to take back mine?”
“Huh? Yours? What’s yours? Kiss?”
He blushed in an instant. “Nope. Not that. Why should I care to an accidental kiss?” Liar. “I wanna take back that thing, the one you’re wearing.”
Takaki observed his body. And his eyes landed to the blue parka exists right there. “This parka?”
Inoo nodded.
“So this is yours.”
“I forgot about it yesterday. Left the place just like that.”
“You can have it now.” Takaki stated so, putting off the thick jacket.
His muscles were exposed at the moment. It was strange seeing him in casual black shirt, ripped jeans, and how that tanned-skin looks so sexy in Inoo’s eyes. His face’s just going well with the feature. And despite of Inoo goes to college in fact, despite of there are tons of hot guys on his campus, they are all nothing compared to this one guy. He’s an adult who has childish laughter Inoo’d never seen standing around him, which felt fuzzy, like whatever was the reason those policemen chased him sounds like bullshit.
Right. Those policemen. The questions themselves still haunt him. What are you doing that night? Why did they run after you? What have you done? and other possible stuffs are filling up his head all at once. But Inoo wasn’t sure if this is the right time. They barely know each other. He only knows his name, and how his smile is so refreshing like it could lighten up the gloomy mood he usually had. It would hurt him if he won’t hear the answers he hoped for. So that Inoo tried to leave behind the urge to reveal the truths.
“Thank you.” He folded the parka on his arms. “Are you living alone here?”
“Yeah. But I think it won’t last long. I’ll just move.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere. As long as people can’t reach me.”
He smiled, in a way like he’s actually trying to cover up for lies, in a way like he’s actually wanting to scream instead of laughing. And Inoo couldn’t manage for a proper respond, but an urge to ask him stay is solid inside.
“You know, this place is old and inappropriate. You need to use umbrella inside if rain is coming, the roofs were leaked.” Takaki shrugged, throwing his empty bottle to nearest trash-bin. He, then, backed away to take some stuffs on upper cabinet.
That time, maybe Inoo shouldn’t say whatever he wished to say. Maybe Inoo should just keep silent. Maybe Inoo shouldn’t being so naïve for keeping Takaki by his side. Maybe he should just let Takaki go and never meddle up with his life anymore. Because if ever he knows, it’ll be better for them to stay away, maybe he would never reach for that hand.
“You can live in my house.” Inoo told him.
Takaki turned back, frowning. “What?”
“I’m willingly to share my apartment with you.”
He should just stop.
“Huh?” He laughed. Shrugging nonchalantly. “I don’t want to. Your rent sounds expensive. I have no money for that.”
“Chigau.” Inoo quickly shook his head. “I’ll pay the rent. But of course you will pay me for something as exchange.”
“What’s that?”
Takaki’s eyes grew an interest. An unmistakable sign of particular danger. But the thing about him being criminal isn’t the one Inoo’s afraid of. It was the thought of high possibility that Takaki will disappear from his sight soon that afraid him most.
“Since I’m so busy at college, I figured out cleaning isn’t really my thing. So all you have to do is make-up for my place, and I’ll let you stay for free. If you want to lock yourself from people, you could just stay all day at home, never go outside, and I promise I won’t tell your existence to…… to whoever they are…”
It was too late to take back the offer now, though, the risky deal with someone he’d only have chatted today. Takaki is still a mystery, unpredictable, confused things between his kind smile and those unanswered questions of why he should ran from those policemen night before. Inoo knows, and understands very well, how scary it might be if Takaki is actually a serial-killer.
But then, when Takaki said, “Deal.”
Inoo felt the butterflies inside him are slowly waking up.
---to be continued---
Pairing: Takaki Yuya x Inoo Kei (TakaNoo)
Type: Chaptered
Genre: Romance, angst, drama, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine.
Warning: My English is bad.
“Huff……”
It was his ninth time huffing already. There are these foggy clouds linger around his head, resulted from an unexpected event happened last night. Inoo’d never know his first kiss will be stolen by a stranger. He’d even never dreamt about that. Very suddenly. And so unprepared. Everything occurred quite fast, the opposite of what he thought about how first kiss should be done.
Screw it. He’s 23 and still had no lovers. But that doesn’t mean fate could just toy with him and meet him up with a brunet guy on the street who’s unknowingly being rude. Maybe he’s sexually frustrated, and maybe he’d never really targeted his white tint into a proper place instead of his right hand. But still, he’s not desperate enough to just lay himself unto a guy he barely remembers the face.
“Huff…. What should I do?”
He looked up at the white shawl on his hand, resting the right cheek on the table. That night the guy gave him this. He realized, that stranger is kinda suspicious. Or else why would he try to manipulate those policemen chasing after him? There must be something. Maybe he’s a criminal, and he’d just committed for a sin. It was all weird. But that night, his smile spreads under the dark sky, shines gloomily. And Inoo hates the voice coming from the back of his head, that instead of consider him as a scary guy, he’s focusing on how he could still remember that gentleness transferred from his warm lips.
He’s just too good to be a criminal. His apology sounds so sincere, coming from the deepest part inside him. Maybe some people said a killer always looks nice and humble outside. But if, if only, he’s really a bad guy, he wouldn’t bent down like that, he wouldn’t say sorry for almost hundred times to Inoo, he wouldn’t care about Inoo to the point he offered him this white shawl. Which could make Inoo thinks he is indeed a savior, and he’d done a right thing.
“But he stole a kiss from me.” He whined. Complicated thoughts are running in a place. “He must be a bad boy since he stole a kiss from me.”
Goddamnit. Is he even supposed to be a whiny like this? Like a girl on her period only because of a kiss? If that was really an accident, then he just shouldn’t count it in. But the sensation gave him a strike. Shitload. He could tell butterflies raged in his stomach, and his heart was placed at the pit of his throat, pumping on his mouth. It was all the experience he’d never had. And that was awesome. The softness, the tender touch, the careful movement, just fucked him up. More than that, the guy is such a hottie. With that messy Amber-haired and sweat smell coming from his body.
“Dame! He isn’t hot! Kei, he isn’t hot! He stole a kiss and that’s unforgivable.”
Frustratingly, Inoo covered both his face. And that moment he sense citrus scent from the white shawl he’s holding. The weird thing was, he’s enthusiastic to imagine how their second meeting would occur.
***
Inoo took an adventure to discover more about the guy. There is no Google Maps. No proper direction. Thus he figured out things wouldn’t work only with spirit. He should have plan. He should just hypothesize how to find him.
“Why are you so eager, though?” He mumbled alone.
But even if he sounds like throwing a tantrum at himself, still, his brain tried to connect more specific hints from what happened last night. He went to the park first, their meet-up spot. And then Inoo looked around, vaguely remember the guy was coming from the alley between those lamp-streets. He herds himself there, only to find lots of garbage drums and a suggestion of forgetting his plan to make a way throughout those smelly stuffs.
God. The street was silent. It wasn’t some kind of the path the pedestrians will choose. And Inoo keeps standing, doesn’t know where to go or how to reveal the right turns. He’d almost go depressing. But then amidst that chaotic and horrible thoughts, he sees a familiar thing crossed his way.
That blue parka.
Yes. How can he forget about that blue parka? The memories erupted automatically, and he’s thousands percent sure it wasn’t a coincidence. So Inoo tailed behind, following the guy in front of him walking. The object stepped quite fast, like he’s in rush. And after five more minutes being a spy, although it seemed wrong to measure time like that, the guy finally arrives in a small wooden house.
The place looked like an abandoned stuff. Some parts of the walls were painted by graffiti. With those growing-tall grasses around. Even the windows don’t seem appropriate. Dirty and full of dusts. But however that guy clicks the key into the hole, and he immediately disappears from Inoo’s sight.
After make sure he’s safely alone, Inoo took few steps to observe such place. He peeped out through the nearest window, find nothing. If people looks at him by this point, the might think Inoo is a robber trying to study about his target first. Except for the small fact that Inoo even doesn’t fully understand what he is up to, either.
“What are you doing?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Someone had whispered on his left ear, came from nowhere. Inoo landed his ass on the floor, making a much bigger deal of it than it actually was. Both of them are staring to each other. And Inoo, sitting there, too nervous, too confused, to say anything. It felt like he’d just caught off guard. Like he’s just stolen something and immediately got captured.
“S-shit…”
“Huh?”
“YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!”
“What?! You are the one looking suspiciously into my house.” The guy protested.
Damn. He’d been right all along. Inoo averted his eyes somewhere else, anywhere, to hide this sudden heat turbulence across his face. But then instead of a curse, or bad treatment, the guy offers his hand to help Inoo stands by his own feet.
“Stand up.” He said.
For whatever reason, Inoo couldn’t quite believe that he’s too weak to stand by himself. And he eventually accepts that hand on his palm. They have this millisecond contact for second time, and his skin feels harsh yet delicately strong.
“What are you doing in my house?”
“…………………………………………”
“You wanna come in?”
Without further answer, the guy opened his door and let Inoo in like they have this sixth sense to read each other’s minds. The interior has no different with outside view, though. Things were packed. There is old furniture, but the floor is so clean despite of its humid aura filling the space.
“So what?” The guy walks inside, kneels down in front of his fridge to take something. “Are you coming here because you’re pregnant?” He laughed.
“Huh?” Inoo frowned. “Are you trying to joke around?”
“And then why would you dare to come here? Followed me around?”
He didn’t say much of anything as answer. Inoo just casually take over the Coca Cola this guy handed to him. There was barely a reason. But at least he should build a valid excuse to fight back the guy.
“Well, I want to give it back to the owner.”
Inoo untied the white shawl he’s currently wearing from the neck. And the guy creates this knit between his brows, as if he could sense it was actually a lie.
“So you came here only because you want to give me back my shawl? Aren’t you afraid that maybe you didn’t make a proper and careful decision?” He snorted.
That was right. It’s such a reckless thing to do. Come to think of it. Just yesterday he found this guy was chased by policemen. And above anything else, there wouldn’t be smoke if there’s no fire. In short, he must do a mistake and should pay for whatever he’d done. He could be a killer, or if he isn’t, he could just have this gun or knife or something hides behind his shirt which is ready to settle every time.
But, if the guess could do no wrong, Inoo quite believe he’ll be attacked the first moment he stepped into this house. And he could be the victim by this point, having a sharp and scary knife around his neck. But there is nothing happen. The guy looks absolutely thrilled, but it’s just some kind of different thrill than most people expect to be. So when the guy laughed childishly in front of him, Inoo forcing away his traitorous despair.
“You can just call me stupid.” Inoo shrugged.
“You look smart.”
“But you’re right. I dared myself to come here alone, putting your shawl on top of my life’s safety.”
“Probably.” The guy said. “I could just put a poison inside your Coca Cola though.”
Inoo choked. Almost bursts out the thing he’d just drunk. “What?!”
“But I didn’t.” He said. Get a deep sip of his green tea. “What’s your name?”
“Is it dangerous to tell you mine? You could just write it down on Death Note.”
“Yeah. I have Ryuk behind me just so you know.”
“I have Rem then. Well, I’m Inoo Kei.”
“Takaki Yuya. Let’s count ‘till 40 seconds later.”
“That’s so silly.”
Inoo looked over at Takaki, who’s now laughing after hearing his straight-forward sarcasm. His laughter is so crunchy, echoing on the walls around their surroundings. There is an almost invisible scar below his thin eyes, and also the freckle on the center of his neck, which was strangely make Inoo feels his stomach is twisting inside. This guy is the one who steals his first kiss, and objectively speaking, he’s the type of common guy who every girl would love to replace Inoo for such experience.
“And by the way…” Inoo said.
“Yeah?”
“I want to take back mine?”
“Huh? Yours? What’s yours? Kiss?”
He blushed in an instant. “Nope. Not that. Why should I care to an accidental kiss?” Liar. “I wanna take back that thing, the one you’re wearing.”
Takaki observed his body. And his eyes landed to the blue parka exists right there. “This parka?”
Inoo nodded.
“So this is yours.”
“I forgot about it yesterday. Left the place just like that.”
“You can have it now.” Takaki stated so, putting off the thick jacket.
His muscles were exposed at the moment. It was strange seeing him in casual black shirt, ripped jeans, and how that tanned-skin looks so sexy in Inoo’s eyes. His face’s just going well with the feature. And despite of Inoo goes to college in fact, despite of there are tons of hot guys on his campus, they are all nothing compared to this one guy. He’s an adult who has childish laughter Inoo’d never seen standing around him, which felt fuzzy, like whatever was the reason those policemen chased him sounds like bullshit.
Right. Those policemen. The questions themselves still haunt him. What are you doing that night? Why did they run after you? What have you done? and other possible stuffs are filling up his head all at once. But Inoo wasn’t sure if this is the right time. They barely know each other. He only knows his name, and how his smile is so refreshing like it could lighten up the gloomy mood he usually had. It would hurt him if he won’t hear the answers he hoped for. So that Inoo tried to leave behind the urge to reveal the truths.
“Thank you.” He folded the parka on his arms. “Are you living alone here?”
“Yeah. But I think it won’t last long. I’ll just move.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere. As long as people can’t reach me.”
He smiled, in a way like he’s actually trying to cover up for lies, in a way like he’s actually wanting to scream instead of laughing. And Inoo couldn’t manage for a proper respond, but an urge to ask him stay is solid inside.
“You know, this place is old and inappropriate. You need to use umbrella inside if rain is coming, the roofs were leaked.” Takaki shrugged, throwing his empty bottle to nearest trash-bin. He, then, backed away to take some stuffs on upper cabinet.
That time, maybe Inoo shouldn’t say whatever he wished to say. Maybe Inoo should just keep silent. Maybe Inoo shouldn’t being so naïve for keeping Takaki by his side. Maybe he should just let Takaki go and never meddle up with his life anymore. Because if ever he knows, it’ll be better for them to stay away, maybe he would never reach for that hand.
“You can live in my house.” Inoo told him.
Takaki turned back, frowning. “What?”
“I’m willingly to share my apartment with you.”
He should just stop.
“Huh?” He laughed. Shrugging nonchalantly. “I don’t want to. Your rent sounds expensive. I have no money for that.”
“Chigau.” Inoo quickly shook his head. “I’ll pay the rent. But of course you will pay me for something as exchange.”
“What’s that?”
Takaki’s eyes grew an interest. An unmistakable sign of particular danger. But the thing about him being criminal isn’t the one Inoo’s afraid of. It was the thought of high possibility that Takaki will disappear from his sight soon that afraid him most.
“Since I’m so busy at college, I figured out cleaning isn’t really my thing. So all you have to do is make-up for my place, and I’ll let you stay for free. If you want to lock yourself from people, you could just stay all day at home, never go outside, and I promise I won’t tell your existence to…… to whoever they are…”
It was too late to take back the offer now, though, the risky deal with someone he’d only have chatted today. Takaki is still a mystery, unpredictable, confused things between his kind smile and those unanswered questions of why he should ran from those policemen night before. Inoo knows, and understands very well, how scary it might be if Takaki is actually a serial-killer.
But then, when Takaki said, “Deal.”
Inoo felt the butterflies inside him are slowly waking up.
---to be continued---