Smile. (one-shot)
Yamapi gripped tightly onto the trembling hand. He studied the pale face of the little intently as he spoke, “It’ll be okay. Don’t worry. I promise.” He squeezed those cold fingers.
The other returned a forced smile, snuggling even closer towards Yamapi as though asking for protection, something he needed very much in this present situation. It was peculiar, and yet somehow expected that these two be drawn to each other.
*****FLASH BACK*****
“Your granduncle would be visiting us during your summer holidays in the mansion in Hokkaido, starting next week.” His mother informed.
“So put on your best behavior, I do not want you to leave him with a bad impression; after all, you’d be inheriting all his property.” She further elaborated as she examined her make-up in the compact mirror.
All through his twenty-two years of life, his parents only enjoyed talking about matters which involved money in one way or another and nothing else.
“The one that would never marry?” Yamapi mocked.
“Don’t you say that in front of him. He’s coming with his lover this time; I heard it’s a boy around your age. I assume that you’d be expected to entertain him when your granduncle isn’t around.” She added.
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Days later, Yamapi stood outside in front of the servants, dutifully waiting for the arrival of his granduncle. He had hoped for a peaceful holiday, but who would have expected that his granduncle to destroy it with this mysterious lover? He had seen his granduncle with many girls and guys before, and all of them were almost young enough to be his grandchildren. What made him felt even most disgusted was the way his granduncle interacted with them, even before company. If it wasn’t due to the fact that he had to please his parents, he would not have bothered putting up this act at all.
“Welcome, granduncle.” He greeted as the door to the elegant car swung open with the aid of a door man. The servants bowed deeply and immediately went to remove the luggage from the boot.
Yamapi awaited some arrogant boy in expensive apparel to step out right after the old man, however his prediction were proven wrong the next second.
A boy, whom he assume to be a junior high school student, with impeccable features shifted out of the car hesitantly. If it was not due to his ability to distinguish, he would have thought that it was a girl he had seen.
“Yuya, this is my grandnephew, he is two years older than you, and would be your company for this summer when I am not around during the day.” His granduncle introduced.
“First time meeting you. I am Tegoshi Yuya. Please show me your guidance.” The boy stretched out a hand shyly. His clear eyes were looking at Yamapi, as though lost and begging for protection.
Yamapi immediately shook it. He was extremely surprised that the young boy was already twenty and even more shocked that this person would have become the lover of his granduncle’s as his heart thumped confusedly in his chest.
It was the first time he experienced such an unexplained urge to hold the boy in his arms to protect him from the evil claws of his own relative.
---
Dinner soon arrived and everyone gathered in the dining room, lit by an antique crystal chandelier, awaiting the feast.
Yamapi’s granduncle chatted happily away with his parents about the latest stock exchange and his business in Germany; while him, on the other hand, sat motionless before the table, studying the boy on the opposite.
The boy’s head hung low, taking only small spoons of the soup before him. His frown was evident each time his granduncle’s hand disappeared below the table. Yamapi felt like shouting at his granduncle, to show some respect to Yuya. But what crossed his mind instead, was what would await the poor boy in the room he’d be sharing with his granduncle that night.
---
Coincidentally or not, they chose the guest room right beside Yamapi’s overlooking the sea.
Yamapi offered to show the two to the room. The moment the door closed before him, his whole body tensed up.
He sulked as he walked back to his own room, and then threw himself onto the bed. Yamapi then proceeded to spend the night trying to push away thoughts of the mysterious boy and his granduncle.
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The next morning he dragged his exhausted self into the dining room, and saw only his mother getting up to leave the table.
“Where’s everyone?” He questioned, though only targeting upon one person, Yuya.
“Oh your father and granduncle’s left for golf and probably wouldn’t be back till dinner and I have an appointment for spa and shopping later on. So be a good boy and entertain Tegoshi kun until dinner will you? And maybe be a good host by bringing breakfast up for him? Well I’m sure you know what to do.” His mother instructed hurriedly as the servant informed her of the waiting car.
Yamapi quickly got the maid to prepare a tray of food as he carefully carried it up, eager to get to know the boy better.
“Tegoshi-kun. I’m coming in now.” He informed before walking into the room, tray in hand.
“Ahh wait!” The little boy shouted, but was too late for Yamapi to hear before the latter walked in and saw his bare body, imprinted with marks all over.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Yamapi quickly turned around in embarrassment.
Where are those marks from? What did that old pervert do to you?
Tegoshi quickly dressed himself before walking over to tug at Yamapi’s shirt.
“It’s okay, you can turn around now.” He said in a voice, just a little louder than a whisper.
Yamapi turned around, face still aghast. The other cocked his head to the right before he burst out with a little chuckle.
“What’s so funny? Is there something on my face?” Yamapi asked astonished, quickly touching his face to feel for any abnormality.
This boy is even cuter when he smiles.
“You…hahah….you…you look like a panda.” He explained between fits of laughter, not caring to hide it anymore.
Yamapi scratched his head and joined the little boy in his laughter.
It was as simple as that, two boys in joy. That was how the ice first broke and the friendship later flourished, into something more?
Yamapi sat with the other boy on the balcony, enjoying the morning peace. It was the first time in the year when he felt so carefree, and little did he know, it was the same for the other.
Yamapi was careful not to probe, and slowly he got the boy to open up and started to learn more about him. To his surprise, Yuya was also a University Student, what more, he is from Waseda, a top-notch University in Tokyo. And coincidentally, both of them enjoyed music a lot and even shared some favourite bands.
They spent the rest of the day in the attic where Yamapi stored all his musical instruments and recording devices. They have even begun to record a new piece of music, which they had ambitions of completing before the fall comes. If you didn’t know the two, you would pretty much assume they were best friends and perhaps something more if you observe well.
The day ended fast. Before they knew it, the sun was setting and the elders have returned. Upon seeing Yamapi’s granduncle, the relaxed and child-like Yuya disappeared behind a fearful Tegoshi. Meanwhile, the crease on Yamapi’s forehead deepened.
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The next few days, the routine was as follow, Yuya stuck around Yamapi’s granduncle whenever he was in the house in the evening and night, but when the latter was out during the day, he went to their secret hideout in the attic to meet Yamapi. It was the place where the two could be most true to themselves and the most earnest to each other. Only to Yamapi, did Yuya revealed his true self, as though he needed the other’s presence to supply this happy side of him.
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One day, Yamapi waited for Yuya in the attic, and an hour into their usual meeting time, there were still no sign of the other. Yamapi began to worry himself over the millions of possible way that the other is harmed. He quickly ran down the steps from the attic to the adjacent room of his.
He knocked a few times on the door and hearing no sound he pushed his way in. The bed was a mess, where clothes were strewn all over. He knew that his granduncle had left early in the morning as he had witnessed the departure, but the little boy’s bound to be somewhere in the room.
Then he heard the water flowing in the toilet attached to the room. Cautiously he pushed open the door, to find a naked Yuya snuggling in the corner of the half-filled tub, head buried between his knees.
“Yuya! What happened to you?!” He immediately dashed over to kneel beside the bath tub.
Yuya didn’t move. He remained motionless in his position, indifferent to Yamapi’s words.
Yamapi’s heart raced, anxiously waiting for a reply or even an acknowledgement from the object of his attention.
Slowly, Yuya raised his head to look at Yamapi. That pair of once-clear eyes were swollen from an excessive amount of crying.
“I can’t take this anymore…” He whispered.
Yamapi immediately pulled the boy in for a hug. Never mind if the other’s body and hair was wet or that it was wetting him too, he needed to feel the other in his arms, to tell the little one that he was safe now with him around.
When Yuya finally agreed to move, Yamapi helped his out of the pool of water and brought out a pair of pants for him to put on.
Armed with a towel, he carefully dried the other’s hair as Yuya sat on the bed, shoulders slumped.
Yamapi studied the marks and the bruises that littered the poor little boy’s back like confetti. Yuya was even more reluctant as Yamapi pulled his wrist over to take a look at the cuff marks.
“He did this to you?” Yamapi neither demanded nor asked, he simply stated the obvious.
Yuya bit his lips. He could cry no more after crying for what seemed like hours.
Yamapi stared at the helpless body before him, who seemed in all ways to be begging for his protection. He slowly closed the distance between them, giving time for the other to protest, and finally, rested his lips on the other when the latter showed no signs of disapproval. It was as though all men’s nature to want more than just a simple kiss, especially with such a lovely creature, when he soon found his hands next to Yuya’s pants.
If I did this to him, what difference would it make, between me and that bastard?
He suppressed his urge and finally pulled away from Yuya.
In the gentlest voice he could master, he slowly approached the sensitive topic.
“Tell me about it. Tell me why are you with him, so I can help you out of it.”
Yuya did not reply him immediately, but Yamapi was willing to wait all day just for him to even mumble just one word.
“It…was last year…” Yuya slowly revealed at last.
It had turned out that Tegoshi moved to Tokyo by himself for tertiary education. However even after taking three part-time jobs, he was only able to foot the tuition fees, leaving the rent unsettled. He did not want to strain his family further as they already had two elderly and his school fees to take care of. The landlord reported this immediately to Yamapi’s granduncle, who owned the piece of land. Instead of kicking the boy out, Yamapi’s granduncle offered for Tegoshi to spend the weekend with him, in return providing housing and schooling all the way till he graduates. Tegoshi agreed, innocent to the hidden motives behind the lecherous granduncle of Yamapi’s. On the first night, Yamapi’s granduncle raped him and took a video of it. From then on, whenever Tegoshi tried to get away from Yamapi’s granduncle, he threatened Tegoshi with the black tape, suggesting how much it would affect Tegoshi and his future if he splashed it over the newspaper. It was undeniable that Yamapi’s granduncle had the influence and money to make the abovementioned possible. Tegoshi then became Yamapi’s granduncle’s sex toy and occasionally, these little ‘treatments’ were given to ‘remind’ Tegoshi of the gratitude he was supposed to hold towards him.
“Bastard.” Yamapi cursed as he threw his fist onto the crumpled bed sheets.
“I’ll go dig his eyes out!” Yamapi threatened, loosing his cool.
Just when he was about to get up, he felt Yuya’s tight grip on his shirt corner.
“No…please don’t…”Yuya begged.
“Why?” He questioned, feeling ridiculed.
“It’s only two years more. It’s only two years before I graduate. I’ve already pulled through for so long, another two years would pass by before I know it.” Yuya whispered.
“Do you think he’d let you go right after that?!!” Yamapi raised his voice, feeling his anger rising. Yuya winced at the sudden raise in volume.
“Do you think he’ll be true to his words?!! He said a weekend, and how long has it been already?? If you allow him, he’d make use of you till you’re wasted, and eventually leave you to die off on the streets!!” Yamapi yelled at him. In response, Yuya simply retracted and hugged his knees, traumatized by the outbreak.
Seeing the little one, Yamapi immediately regretted his earlier actions, sitting back on bed to hug Yuya, stroking his back at the same time.
“I’ll rescue you from this, I promise. I’ll protect you with everything I’ve got.” He whispered into the other’s ears.
---
Yuya sat before the door each day during Yamapi’s absence. Yamapi had explained he needed to settle some stuff and made his most trustable servant to take of Tegoshi in place of himself. So now, the servant by the name of ‘Koyama’ followed him everywhere as ordered by Yamapi.
“Koyama-san, do you know where Yamapi has gone to?” Tegoshi asked, not removing his eyes from the metallic gates a distance away as he sat at the door step waiting like a little puppy.
“I have no idea Tegoshi-sama. And Tegoshi-sama please don’t call me Koyama-san, Koyama or Keiichiro would do.” The tall guy replied.
“But it’s really weird for me to call you that, you’re older than me, Koyama-san.”
“But it’s my duty to serve the Yamashita household and their guests, Tegoshi-sama.” Koyama replied politely.
“Well, since we’re not much different in age, then I’d call you Kei-chan and you can call me Yuya, okay Kei-chan? After all, you call Yamapi by that anyway.” Tegoshi stated, all the time staring straight at the gate, waiting for any cars to pass.
“Nope, that wou-”
“Well just call me Tegoshi then. When there is only the two of us, okay Kei-chan?” He half-ordered, incapable of taking the politeness of the other.
“Yes, Tegoshi.” Koyama replied helplessly.
“So do you think he’d return tonight for dinner?”
“I am not sure Tegoshi.”
“Then tomorrow?”
“Yamapi has not informed me. He only instructed me to take care of you.”
“Okay.”
“Do you want to go inside? It’s hot out here and you might get a heat stroke.”
“No, I want to wait here for him.”
“Then if I bring something for you to drink?”
“I am not thirsty.”
Koyama gave up at last and simply stood beside Tegoshi as the little one sat there all day waiting for the return of Yamapi.
---
Three days had passed and still there wasn’t any sign of Yamapi returning. Night fell as Yamapi’s granduncle returned.
Nighttime was the most torturous as he suffered the torment from the old monster while trying to control himself as he recalled those happy memories he had with Yamapi.
Slowly, Tegoshi began to loose himself again. He lost the smile he found together with Yamapi, and lost the liveliness he used to have even though Koyama tried his best to cheer him up when Yamapi wasn’t around.
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On the fourth night, Yamapi’s granduncle forced Tegoshi into the room again and as their session reached its peak; Tegoshi could not help but yelped a name out, a name that does not belong to the pleasured other.
A slap flew past Tegoshi’s pale cheek.
“What do you have going on between you and that punk?” The old man demanded.
Tegoshi remained silent, tears flowing non-stop from his eyes.
“Tell me! Did he fuck you?!” He yelled at Tegoshi.
Another slap went across his face, and then he further punched Tegoshi, till blood stained the white sheets.
“You dirty thing! How dare you! See what I would do to you!” He hissed. Further ‘treatments’ sent Tegoshi moaning and screaming, fisting the pillow above his head as the pain in his below grew beyond bearable.
“OPEN THE DOOR!!” Someone was heard banging on the door all of a sudden. This did not stop the old man in what he was doing, as Tegoshi cried, hearing the familiar voice that seem so near yet so far away.
“I’LL KICK IT DOWN!!! OPEN IT NOW!” The volume increased.
Yamapi’s granduncle finally couldn’t take it anymore, as he exited from Tegoshi’s trembling body, putting a towel around his fat waist, he went to open the door.
On opening the door, he received a punch right into his old face.
Yamapi rushed into the middle of the room. He gasped at the sight of Tegoshi’s hands being tied to the bed post and his body left bare, with the ugliest bruises adding colors to the milky white skin. Blood oozed out from the wound on his lips and from his nose, mixing with salty tears.
Yamapi immediately untied the raffia string that held the thin wrist together and cradled the skinny boy in his arms, as the sob increased from the little boy.
Yamapi’s granduncle slowly got up, trying to recover from the shock of the punch.
“How dare you hit me you punk! Do you know how angry your parents would be when they know what you’ve done? And I am not giving you a single cent from my pocket!” The old man barked.
“Suit yourself. How do you think they would like it if they knew you raped someone? They are money-minded, but they’re not unprincipled, and they have taught me what you are doing now is wrong!” Yamapi returned.
“How can you accuse me so? You have no evidence!” The old man mocked.
“Koyama.” Yamapi commanded.
Koyama walked into the room, carrying a black tape. Yamapi’s granduncle’s eyes widened in shock and retreated a few steps in disbelief.
“How do you think your few valued customers would like it if you’re charged in court for rape?” Yamapi threatened.
Yamapi’s granduncle landed on the floor, still incapable of believing that the black tape was discovered.
Yamapi carried the naked body back to his own room. He allowed the other to bath and then treated Yuya's wound after providing him with a few piece of clothes to wear.
“The car is ready. I have explained the situation to Mister and Madam Yamashita and they have granted you permission.” Koyama reported when he was let into the room.
Yuya did not question where he would be brought to, but he was glad to leave the house along with Yamapi.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
“Where did you go?” Yuya finally spoke as the car glided along the road in the darkness; the two’s hands still tightly entwined.
“I went to Osaka. I went to that bastard’s office and home to search for the tape. The servants didn’t allow me to do so of course. Unfortunately, I had to injure a few of them, but they should be alright now.” Yamapi admitted in regret.
“I’m sorry.” Yamapi added sorrowfully as he cupped the other’s cheek with his other hand.
Yuya turned to look at him in curiosity.
“I should have been back earlier. I took too long…look at you now…” Yamapi said, moving his hand to caress the injury on Tegoshi’s face.
“It’s okay. You’re back at last.” Yuya said with a grateful tone.
Yamapi moved on to embrace him, holding him against his chest.
“I won’t let you get hurt again.” He swore.
Tegoshi could not help but smile in contentment. Something he had learnt to do in the presence of the other.
It should be the last fic i am posting until 3 weeks later, cos im gg to stay in my aunt's house for the holiday and who knows whether the internet's friendly or not... : /
hope you enjoyed this. i didnt mean to make koyama a servant. and the part i like about the fic is the koyatego part where tegonyan was so self-centered. (:
The other returned a forced smile, snuggling even closer towards Yamapi as though asking for protection, something he needed very much in this present situation. It was peculiar, and yet somehow expected that these two be drawn to each other.
*****FLASH BACK*****
“Your granduncle would be visiting us during your summer holidays in the mansion in Hokkaido, starting next week.” His mother informed.
“So put on your best behavior, I do not want you to leave him with a bad impression; after all, you’d be inheriting all his property.” She further elaborated as she examined her make-up in the compact mirror.
All through his twenty-two years of life, his parents only enjoyed talking about matters which involved money in one way or another and nothing else.
“The one that would never marry?” Yamapi mocked.
“Don’t you say that in front of him. He’s coming with his lover this time; I heard it’s a boy around your age. I assume that you’d be expected to entertain him when your granduncle isn’t around.” She added.
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Days later, Yamapi stood outside in front of the servants, dutifully waiting for the arrival of his granduncle. He had hoped for a peaceful holiday, but who would have expected that his granduncle to destroy it with this mysterious lover? He had seen his granduncle with many girls and guys before, and all of them were almost young enough to be his grandchildren. What made him felt even most disgusted was the way his granduncle interacted with them, even before company. If it wasn’t due to the fact that he had to please his parents, he would not have bothered putting up this act at all.
“Welcome, granduncle.” He greeted as the door to the elegant car swung open with the aid of a door man. The servants bowed deeply and immediately went to remove the luggage from the boot.
Yamapi awaited some arrogant boy in expensive apparel to step out right after the old man, however his prediction were proven wrong the next second.
A boy, whom he assume to be a junior high school student, with impeccable features shifted out of the car hesitantly. If it was not due to his ability to distinguish, he would have thought that it was a girl he had seen.
“Yuya, this is my grandnephew, he is two years older than you, and would be your company for this summer when I am not around during the day.” His granduncle introduced.
“First time meeting you. I am Tegoshi Yuya. Please show me your guidance.” The boy stretched out a hand shyly. His clear eyes were looking at Yamapi, as though lost and begging for protection.
Yamapi immediately shook it. He was extremely surprised that the young boy was already twenty and even more shocked that this person would have become the lover of his granduncle’s as his heart thumped confusedly in his chest.
It was the first time he experienced such an unexplained urge to hold the boy in his arms to protect him from the evil claws of his own relative.
---
Dinner soon arrived and everyone gathered in the dining room, lit by an antique crystal chandelier, awaiting the feast.
Yamapi’s granduncle chatted happily away with his parents about the latest stock exchange and his business in Germany; while him, on the other hand, sat motionless before the table, studying the boy on the opposite.
The boy’s head hung low, taking only small spoons of the soup before him. His frown was evident each time his granduncle’s hand disappeared below the table. Yamapi felt like shouting at his granduncle, to show some respect to Yuya. But what crossed his mind instead, was what would await the poor boy in the room he’d be sharing with his granduncle that night.
---
Coincidentally or not, they chose the guest room right beside Yamapi’s overlooking the sea.
Yamapi offered to show the two to the room. The moment the door closed before him, his whole body tensed up.
He sulked as he walked back to his own room, and then threw himself onto the bed. Yamapi then proceeded to spend the night trying to push away thoughts of the mysterious boy and his granduncle.
---
The next morning he dragged his exhausted self into the dining room, and saw only his mother getting up to leave the table.
“Where’s everyone?” He questioned, though only targeting upon one person, Yuya.
“Oh your father and granduncle’s left for golf and probably wouldn’t be back till dinner and I have an appointment for spa and shopping later on. So be a good boy and entertain Tegoshi kun until dinner will you? And maybe be a good host by bringing breakfast up for him? Well I’m sure you know what to do.” His mother instructed hurriedly as the servant informed her of the waiting car.
Yamapi quickly got the maid to prepare a tray of food as he carefully carried it up, eager to get to know the boy better.
“Tegoshi-kun. I’m coming in now.” He informed before walking into the room, tray in hand.
“Ahh wait!” The little boy shouted, but was too late for Yamapi to hear before the latter walked in and saw his bare body, imprinted with marks all over.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Yamapi quickly turned around in embarrassment.
Where are those marks from? What did that old pervert do to you?
Tegoshi quickly dressed himself before walking over to tug at Yamapi’s shirt.
“It’s okay, you can turn around now.” He said in a voice, just a little louder than a whisper.
Yamapi turned around, face still aghast. The other cocked his head to the right before he burst out with a little chuckle.
“What’s so funny? Is there something on my face?” Yamapi asked astonished, quickly touching his face to feel for any abnormality.
This boy is even cuter when he smiles.
“You…hahah….you…you look like a panda.” He explained between fits of laughter, not caring to hide it anymore.
Yamapi scratched his head and joined the little boy in his laughter.
It was as simple as that, two boys in joy. That was how the ice first broke and the friendship later flourished, into something more?
Yamapi sat with the other boy on the balcony, enjoying the morning peace. It was the first time in the year when he felt so carefree, and little did he know, it was the same for the other.
Yamapi was careful not to probe, and slowly he got the boy to open up and started to learn more about him. To his surprise, Yuya was also a University Student, what more, he is from Waseda, a top-notch University in Tokyo. And coincidentally, both of them enjoyed music a lot and even shared some favourite bands.
They spent the rest of the day in the attic where Yamapi stored all his musical instruments and recording devices. They have even begun to record a new piece of music, which they had ambitions of completing before the fall comes. If you didn’t know the two, you would pretty much assume they were best friends and perhaps something more if you observe well.
The day ended fast. Before they knew it, the sun was setting and the elders have returned. Upon seeing Yamapi’s granduncle, the relaxed and child-like Yuya disappeared behind a fearful Tegoshi. Meanwhile, the crease on Yamapi’s forehead deepened.
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The next few days, the routine was as follow, Yuya stuck around Yamapi’s granduncle whenever he was in the house in the evening and night, but when the latter was out during the day, he went to their secret hideout in the attic to meet Yamapi. It was the place where the two could be most true to themselves and the most earnest to each other. Only to Yamapi, did Yuya revealed his true self, as though he needed the other’s presence to supply this happy side of him.
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One day, Yamapi waited for Yuya in the attic, and an hour into their usual meeting time, there were still no sign of the other. Yamapi began to worry himself over the millions of possible way that the other is harmed. He quickly ran down the steps from the attic to the adjacent room of his.
He knocked a few times on the door and hearing no sound he pushed his way in. The bed was a mess, where clothes were strewn all over. He knew that his granduncle had left early in the morning as he had witnessed the departure, but the little boy’s bound to be somewhere in the room.
Then he heard the water flowing in the toilet attached to the room. Cautiously he pushed open the door, to find a naked Yuya snuggling in the corner of the half-filled tub, head buried between his knees.
“Yuya! What happened to you?!” He immediately dashed over to kneel beside the bath tub.
Yuya didn’t move. He remained motionless in his position, indifferent to Yamapi’s words.
Yamapi’s heart raced, anxiously waiting for a reply or even an acknowledgement from the object of his attention.
Slowly, Yuya raised his head to look at Yamapi. That pair of once-clear eyes were swollen from an excessive amount of crying.
“I can’t take this anymore…” He whispered.
Yamapi immediately pulled the boy in for a hug. Never mind if the other’s body and hair was wet or that it was wetting him too, he needed to feel the other in his arms, to tell the little one that he was safe now with him around.
When Yuya finally agreed to move, Yamapi helped his out of the pool of water and brought out a pair of pants for him to put on.
Armed with a towel, he carefully dried the other’s hair as Yuya sat on the bed, shoulders slumped.
Yamapi studied the marks and the bruises that littered the poor little boy’s back like confetti. Yuya was even more reluctant as Yamapi pulled his wrist over to take a look at the cuff marks.
“He did this to you?” Yamapi neither demanded nor asked, he simply stated the obvious.
Yuya bit his lips. He could cry no more after crying for what seemed like hours.
Yamapi stared at the helpless body before him, who seemed in all ways to be begging for his protection. He slowly closed the distance between them, giving time for the other to protest, and finally, rested his lips on the other when the latter showed no signs of disapproval. It was as though all men’s nature to want more than just a simple kiss, especially with such a lovely creature, when he soon found his hands next to Yuya’s pants.
If I did this to him, what difference would it make, between me and that bastard?
He suppressed his urge and finally pulled away from Yuya.
In the gentlest voice he could master, he slowly approached the sensitive topic.
“Tell me about it. Tell me why are you with him, so I can help you out of it.”
Yuya did not reply him immediately, but Yamapi was willing to wait all day just for him to even mumble just one word.
“It…was last year…” Yuya slowly revealed at last.
It had turned out that Tegoshi moved to Tokyo by himself for tertiary education. However even after taking three part-time jobs, he was only able to foot the tuition fees, leaving the rent unsettled. He did not want to strain his family further as they already had two elderly and his school fees to take care of. The landlord reported this immediately to Yamapi’s granduncle, who owned the piece of land. Instead of kicking the boy out, Yamapi’s granduncle offered for Tegoshi to spend the weekend with him, in return providing housing and schooling all the way till he graduates. Tegoshi agreed, innocent to the hidden motives behind the lecherous granduncle of Yamapi’s. On the first night, Yamapi’s granduncle raped him and took a video of it. From then on, whenever Tegoshi tried to get away from Yamapi’s granduncle, he threatened Tegoshi with the black tape, suggesting how much it would affect Tegoshi and his future if he splashed it over the newspaper. It was undeniable that Yamapi’s granduncle had the influence and money to make the abovementioned possible. Tegoshi then became Yamapi’s granduncle’s sex toy and occasionally, these little ‘treatments’ were given to ‘remind’ Tegoshi of the gratitude he was supposed to hold towards him.
“Bastard.” Yamapi cursed as he threw his fist onto the crumpled bed sheets.
“I’ll go dig his eyes out!” Yamapi threatened, loosing his cool.
Just when he was about to get up, he felt Yuya’s tight grip on his shirt corner.
“No…please don’t…”Yuya begged.
“Why?” He questioned, feeling ridiculed.
“It’s only two years more. It’s only two years before I graduate. I’ve already pulled through for so long, another two years would pass by before I know it.” Yuya whispered.
“Do you think he’d let you go right after that?!!” Yamapi raised his voice, feeling his anger rising. Yuya winced at the sudden raise in volume.
“Do you think he’ll be true to his words?!! He said a weekend, and how long has it been already?? If you allow him, he’d make use of you till you’re wasted, and eventually leave you to die off on the streets!!” Yamapi yelled at him. In response, Yuya simply retracted and hugged his knees, traumatized by the outbreak.
Seeing the little one, Yamapi immediately regretted his earlier actions, sitting back on bed to hug Yuya, stroking his back at the same time.
“I’ll rescue you from this, I promise. I’ll protect you with everything I’ve got.” He whispered into the other’s ears.
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Yuya sat before the door each day during Yamapi’s absence. Yamapi had explained he needed to settle some stuff and made his most trustable servant to take of Tegoshi in place of himself. So now, the servant by the name of ‘Koyama’ followed him everywhere as ordered by Yamapi.
“Koyama-san, do you know where Yamapi has gone to?” Tegoshi asked, not removing his eyes from the metallic gates a distance away as he sat at the door step waiting like a little puppy.
“I have no idea Tegoshi-sama. And Tegoshi-sama please don’t call me Koyama-san, Koyama or Keiichiro would do.” The tall guy replied.
“But it’s really weird for me to call you that, you’re older than me, Koyama-san.”
“But it’s my duty to serve the Yamashita household and their guests, Tegoshi-sama.” Koyama replied politely.
“Well, since we’re not much different in age, then I’d call you Kei-chan and you can call me Yuya, okay Kei-chan? After all, you call Yamapi by that anyway.” Tegoshi stated, all the time staring straight at the gate, waiting for any cars to pass.
“Nope, that wou-”
“Well just call me Tegoshi then. When there is only the two of us, okay Kei-chan?” He half-ordered, incapable of taking the politeness of the other.
“Yes, Tegoshi.” Koyama replied helplessly.
“So do you think he’d return tonight for dinner?”
“I am not sure Tegoshi.”
“Then tomorrow?”
“Yamapi has not informed me. He only instructed me to take care of you.”
“Okay.”
“Do you want to go inside? It’s hot out here and you might get a heat stroke.”
“No, I want to wait here for him.”
“Then if I bring something for you to drink?”
“I am not thirsty.”
Koyama gave up at last and simply stood beside Tegoshi as the little one sat there all day waiting for the return of Yamapi.
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Three days had passed and still there wasn’t any sign of Yamapi returning. Night fell as Yamapi’s granduncle returned.
Nighttime was the most torturous as he suffered the torment from the old monster while trying to control himself as he recalled those happy memories he had with Yamapi.
Slowly, Tegoshi began to loose himself again. He lost the smile he found together with Yamapi, and lost the liveliness he used to have even though Koyama tried his best to cheer him up when Yamapi wasn’t around.
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On the fourth night, Yamapi’s granduncle forced Tegoshi into the room again and as their session reached its peak; Tegoshi could not help but yelped a name out, a name that does not belong to the pleasured other.
A slap flew past Tegoshi’s pale cheek.
“What do you have going on between you and that punk?” The old man demanded.
Tegoshi remained silent, tears flowing non-stop from his eyes.
“Tell me! Did he fuck you?!” He yelled at Tegoshi.
Another slap went across his face, and then he further punched Tegoshi, till blood stained the white sheets.
“You dirty thing! How dare you! See what I would do to you!” He hissed. Further ‘treatments’ sent Tegoshi moaning and screaming, fisting the pillow above his head as the pain in his below grew beyond bearable.
“OPEN THE DOOR!!” Someone was heard banging on the door all of a sudden. This did not stop the old man in what he was doing, as Tegoshi cried, hearing the familiar voice that seem so near yet so far away.
“I’LL KICK IT DOWN!!! OPEN IT NOW!” The volume increased.
Yamapi’s granduncle finally couldn’t take it anymore, as he exited from Tegoshi’s trembling body, putting a towel around his fat waist, he went to open the door.
On opening the door, he received a punch right into his old face.
Yamapi rushed into the middle of the room. He gasped at the sight of Tegoshi’s hands being tied to the bed post and his body left bare, with the ugliest bruises adding colors to the milky white skin. Blood oozed out from the wound on his lips and from his nose, mixing with salty tears.
Yamapi immediately untied the raffia string that held the thin wrist together and cradled the skinny boy in his arms, as the sob increased from the little boy.
Yamapi’s granduncle slowly got up, trying to recover from the shock of the punch.
“How dare you hit me you punk! Do you know how angry your parents would be when they know what you’ve done? And I am not giving you a single cent from my pocket!” The old man barked.
“Suit yourself. How do you think they would like it if they knew you raped someone? They are money-minded, but they’re not unprincipled, and they have taught me what you are doing now is wrong!” Yamapi returned.
“How can you accuse me so? You have no evidence!” The old man mocked.
“Koyama.” Yamapi commanded.
Koyama walked into the room, carrying a black tape. Yamapi’s granduncle’s eyes widened in shock and retreated a few steps in disbelief.
“How do you think your few valued customers would like it if you’re charged in court for rape?” Yamapi threatened.
Yamapi’s granduncle landed on the floor, still incapable of believing that the black tape was discovered.
Yamapi carried the naked body back to his own room. He allowed the other to bath and then treated Yuya's wound after providing him with a few piece of clothes to wear.
“The car is ready. I have explained the situation to Mister and Madam Yamashita and they have granted you permission.” Koyama reported when he was let into the room.
Yuya did not question where he would be brought to, but he was glad to leave the house along with Yamapi.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
“Where did you go?” Yuya finally spoke as the car glided along the road in the darkness; the two’s hands still tightly entwined.
“I went to Osaka. I went to that bastard’s office and home to search for the tape. The servants didn’t allow me to do so of course. Unfortunately, I had to injure a few of them, but they should be alright now.” Yamapi admitted in regret.
“I’m sorry.” Yamapi added sorrowfully as he cupped the other’s cheek with his other hand.
Yuya turned to look at him in curiosity.
“I should have been back earlier. I took too long…look at you now…” Yamapi said, moving his hand to caress the injury on Tegoshi’s face.
“It’s okay. You’re back at last.” Yuya said with a grateful tone.
Yamapi moved on to embrace him, holding him against his chest.
“I won’t let you get hurt again.” He swore.
Tegoshi could not help but smile in contentment. Something he had learnt to do in the presence of the other.
It should be the last fic i am posting until 3 weeks later, cos im gg to stay in my aunt's house for the holiday and who knows whether the internet's friendly or not... : /
hope you enjoyed this. i didnt mean to make koyama a servant. and the part i like about the fic is the koyatego part where tegonyan was so self-centered. (: