Series: Possession (9)
Title: Possession
Chapter: 9
Pairing: (1) Aiba Masaki and Sakurai Sho
(2) Aiba Masaki and Matsumoto Jun
(3) Ninomiya Kazunari and Ohno Satoshi
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG-13
Beta: laurachan2, kos-mos26
x-posted: arashirabu, jent_fanfics
Notes: This is to fulfill camaronzin's request of a Yakuza Arashi.
Frowning slightly, Masaki closed the door and sat down on the far end of the futon. When Sho remained silent, Masaki cleared his throat and asked softly, “So, what did you want to tell me?”
His heart thudded in his chest, wondering what Sho had to tell him. His mind was racing on all sorts of possibilities - that he wanted to tell Masaki to move out because he had gone overboard in his drunken state the previous night or perhaps Sho owed Imai a debt and is being blackmailed. He was however not prepared for what came out of Sho's mouth next.
“His name is Imai Tsubasa and we've been friends since college,” Sho spouted.
Masaki blinked his eyes and wiggled a finger in his ear to make sure he had heard Sho correct, “Friend?” When Sho nodded, Masaki stood up and started pacing the room, his mind racing again, wondering if Sho was somehow connected to the yakuza. Sho watched Masaki pace the room and waited patiently for the pacing to stop. Masaki muttered under his breath, completely forgetting that Sho was within earshot, “But Sho-chan can't be with the yakuza. He looks so innocent and I'm pretty sure he said he works with one of the financial institutes … or was I imagining that part?”
Sho gulped when he heard Masaki's words and sighed softly, resigning himself not to reveal his identity just yet, for he was sure that would be the quickest way to run Masaki out of his life forever. When Masaki finally stopped pacing and stared at him, Sho spoke again, “As I was saying Tsubasa and I are very good friends. I didn't get a chance to mention it to you before and you seemed to be afraid of him.”
Masaki sat down on the couch again, “So, you aren't in debt and he wasn't blackmailing you?” When Sho shook his head in a negative response, Masaki continued, “Dare I ask how you met and became friends?”
Taking a deep breath Sho began narrating his story “Once upon a time….”
“What do you mean once upon a time? I thought you were going to tell me how you became friends with a gang member,” Masaki interrupted, earning an annoyed look from Sho.
“Fine, it wasn’t once upon a time … but it really was a long time ago. Now, listen to what I have to say without interrupting me again, ok?” Sho growled at Masaki, a frown creasing his eyebrows together. When Masaki nodded silently, Sho picked up his story again. “Long time ago … and I mean long time ago, at least it feels like a long time ago … anyway, this was back when I started out as a freshmen I was naïve to believe that college was different than high school. I thought that there would be no bullies in college and that I was free from all the bullying I went through in high school.”
A side-glance let Sho know that Masaki was already completely absorbed in the story. Sighing in relief he continued, “Guess how shocked I was to know that bullying didn’t go away just because you graduated from high school.”
“You were bullied?” Masaki’s eyes went wide and his lips formed a perfect ‘O’. Realizing he had interrupted again, Masaki apologized, “Sorry, please continue.”
Taking another deep breath, Sho spoke again ignoring Masaki’s interruption, “Some upperclassmen picked on me when they realized I wasn’t too strong. At first it was running errands for them, but then it escalated when they needed someone to vent their anger on every time a professor failed them or their tests went bad. It went on for a couple of years. They wouldn’t leave me even when they were kicked out of college for bad behavior and bringing down the placement rate of the school.”
Seeing Masaki’s interest in the story, Sho licked his lips trying to come up with an ending that would stick with Masaki, “It was worse than normal that day. They had a fight with someone else and lost the argument, so they took it out on me again. But this time, as luck would have it, Tsubasa-kun happened to be passing by the building and stepped in to help. He fought them all and warned them that I was to be left alone or else …”
“Or else?” Masaki leaned in forward.
“Well, I don’t know, he left it at that. However, no one else bothered me after that. I have been grateful to Tsubasa-kun ever since and we’ve been good friends,” Sho concluded his story, looking hopeful and expectant at Masaki. When Masaki came forward, knelt down and took his hands in his own, Sho let out a sigh of relief - glad that Masaki wasn’t probing too deep into this story and finding all sorts of loopholes.
“I know exactly what you’re talking about!” Masaki whispered, stroking Sho’s palms with his thumbs.
‘Oh, that feels so good,’ Sho thought with a small smile, ‘I’m so glad you’re gullible enough to believe a flimsy story like that … seriously, you can pick up any high school manga out there and you’ll see this story!’ “You do?” he asked out loud, his eyes going wide in surprise, “You were also bullied?”
“Huh? Oh no. I was never bullied. But I’ve seen bullying occur at my school and it is vicious with the girls. Sometimes I don’t even know how to stop these kids and help them,” Masaki replied, feeling sad thinking about the future of these bullies.
Sho nodded his head slowly, pretending to understand, “So you see, to me Tsubasa-kun is not a bad guy. He is always kind and friendly with me.”
“How did a good guy like him end up with the yakuza I wonder… well, I’m glad you didn’t end up like him,” Masaki gave Sho a brilliant smile as he sat next to him.
Sho closed his eyes against the brilliance of Masaki’s smile, feeling just a slight guilt at having lied about not being the yakuza, but now he was sure that Masaki would run the other way if he finds out Sho was high up in the order of the local gang. ‘Besides, it’s not like I lied to him completely … there were fights, all the time in college,’ he thought trying to assuage his guilt.
*****
Sho spat on the ground. They had managed to keep the fight out of the campus and were now standing in the woods behind the library. Sho looked around at the guys who had formed a lose circle around him. Swiping the trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, Sho glared at the men, “This is seriously getting old, you know you can’t win. You’ve been getting your asses kicked for two years and you still come back for more.”
One of the guys with a bruised eye spoke up, “Oh no, this time it will be different, because you see, we have some help. Apparently someone in the Yamamoto clan doesn’t like you and wants you out of the picture.”
Sho stood up straight at the mention of Yamamoto and seethed in anger when others joined the circle. The guys from school slowly backed off and dispersed leaving the professionals to deal with Sakurai. They came at him with everything they’ve got and they played dirty. “Once you’re gone Sakurai, Satoshi will be easy to eliminate. That should weaken the Ohno clan considerably. Yamamoto-san will be extremely pleased with that!” one of the men spat.
Cursing under his breath for not seeing this, Sho fought with valiantly, but there were just too many for one man to deal with. He avoided and dodged as many blows as he could, but he still couldn’t escape a few errant hits to his legs and back. He sprawled on the ground, bleeding and thinking, ‘This is it. I’ve failed you mama and I’m sorry.’
He closed his eyes when someone aimed an iron rod at his head and let out a victory scream. He couldn’t be sure if the guy ever made contact with his head. He faintly remembered someone else jumping in and fighting off the guys. When he came to, he was at the university hospital, a stranger sitting next to the bed. He must have made a sound because the stranger looked up from the book he was reading, “Ah, you’re awake. That’s good. Let me get a doctor.”
The doctor checked his vitals and nodded, “You’re lucky, the wounds aren’t too bad. Your leg is fractured and needs to be in a cast for a while, but other than that, you’re fine. You will need to stay in for the night for observation, you can leave in the morning.”
“Thank you,” Sho muttered weakly.
“Not me, thank your friend for bringing you in when he did,” the doctor said pointing to the stranger at the bedside before leaving.
Sho turned slowly to look at the stranger and nodded, “Umm, thank you.”
“You really should stop fighting that much. Did you know these guys were professionals? It is one thing to make things hard for your classmates and upperclassmen, but if you mess with gangsters, things don’t always go well,” the stranger frowned at Sho.
“Uh… It’s not what you think. Wait, I don’t even know your name.”
“Tsubasa, my name is Imai Tsubasa and I’m from the arts department,” the stranger said extending his hand.
Taking the extended hand, Sho shook it tentatively, “Sakurai Sho, economics department. But really, even if I never fought any of the guys at school, these so-called professionals would have found a way to get me.”
“Huh?”
“Wait, how do you know that I get into trouble with others at school constantly?” Sho glared at Tsubasa.
Tsubasa rolled his eyes, “Well, it’s not that hard to find out the one man who keeps beating up others. Everyone knows who you are.”
Sho blushed a little, understanding where Tsubasa was going with it, “Fine, fine. Everyone knows who I am, but still …”
“Anyway, what did you mean they would have found you eventually?” Tsubasa questioned.
“Never mind, it’s family matters,” Sho responded, closing the topic there, thinking it to be end of their encounter, “It’s really embarrassing to admit it, but thank you for rescuing me and bringing me to the hospital. I owe you one.”
It was weeks later and Sho had recovered and had put the episode behind him. He was his usual guarded and moody self during lunch when Tsubasa popped up next to him and decided to invite himself for lunch. When Sho stared at him, Tsubasa dug into his rice bowl and spoke, “What did you make those men mad? They are back… they’re waiting outside the gates.”
Sho cursed under his breath, but went on to finish his lunch, knowing they wouldn’t dare step inside the campus and would wait out until he stepped out. Tsubasa had stuck around that evening and every other evening when the Yamamoto men continued to try to take him out. Eventually Sho gave in and told Tsubasa the reason Yamamoto men tried for him.
“I’m the adopted son of the chief of Ohno clan,” Sho began and when he saw Tsubasa’s questioning gaze, he nodded, “Yes, one of the top Yakuza clans in this area. I’ve always protected Satoshi and will continue to do so for the rest of my life because I love them and am grateful for their kindness. But if I’m no longer in the picture, Satoshi will be vulnerable to attacks. And if they get Satoshi too, Ohno-mama will go berserk and things will become unstable here. Yamamoto wants that instability so that he can move into the territory.”
“Ah, so you fighting the guys at school has nothing to do with those guys,” Tsubasa thought out loud.
“Yes. But this shouldn’t be for too long. Ohno-mama caught wind of these attacks and we’re going to have backup…” Sho’s voice trailed off when he saw a black car pull next to him. Two guys in black stepped out and held the door open, “Well, I guess the backup is here. Need a ride home?”
Tsubasa hesitated a moment before accepting the offering, “If you’re being attacked, how can we be sure that your brother or friend or whatever you call him, Satoshi, is safe?”
When the doors closed, Sho continued, “Well, Satoshi never found studying appealing. He likes painting and is inside an artist’s studio all the time. However, that studio is within the Ohno compound and he usually doesn’t venture outside without me or someone else to protect him.”
*****
It had been over 5 years ago since that day when Tsubasa stepped into the car. Sho still felt slightly guilty at pulling Tsubasa into the dark world of the yakuza. He sighed heavily and opened his eyes to find Masaki peering closely at him, his face turning red. Alarmed, Sho leaned forward and put his hand over Masaki’s forehead, “Are you feeling sick?”
Masaki blinked innocently and blushed more at the proximity. He could feel Sho’s breath against his cheek and it raised his body temperature. It made his blood pool lower and he wanted to take those lips in a passionate kiss. Shaking his head, Masaki pushed up yelling, “I’m not gay!” At Sho’s confused look, Masaki shook his head before speaking, “I mean, no, I’m not sick. So…?”
When Masaki continued to look at him expectantly, Sho realized that Masaki had asked him a question, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I was thinking something else. Did you ask me something?”
Sho’s response made Masaki blush harder and he mumbled his question, “I blacked out last night and don’t remember much. I vaguely recall kissing and stuff, but… did we… did we… I mean, did we do…anything else?”
A smirk spread across Sho’s lips, but he toned it down when he saw Masaki’s terrified expression. Sighing softly Sho shook his head, “I can’t remember either. I guess we had too much to drink.”
Relief and a strange disappointment washed over Masaki, making him wonder why he’d be disappointed at not having done anything with Sho. After all, he wasn’t gay. “Not gay. Yeah. I mean…”
Grinning slowly, Sho moved closer and pulled Masaki into his arms, “Well, if you want something to happen and remember, we can always try it now. We’re both sober and we’ll definitely remember.”
Masaki squeaked and pushed himself away from Sho and the couch. “I just remembered, I’ve to do something,” he said and stumbled towards the door. Once outside, he ran blindly, not caring where his feet carried him, as long as it was away from Sho, who looked devilishly tempting. When he was tired from the running, he stopped and looked around. He found himself in front of the karaoke bar where he had first kissed Sho. Shaking his head, Masaki walked inside and asked for a room. He needed to calm down and singing might help him think things through.
When the receptionist gave him the room number, he thanked the guy and went up the stairs to the second floor. Thinking about Sho and his plump lips, Masaki opened the room door only to find it occupied, “Ah sorry. The receptionist probably didn’t realize this was occupied. I’ll go ask for another …”
“Ah…” Masaki said again, after a few seconds, when one of the occupants registered in his mind, “Imai-san?”
Tsubasa had one of the servers in his arms and they both looked startled at Masaki’s appearance, “Umm… This is…”
Blushing crimson, Masaki shook his head, “No, no … what you do with your lover is up to you … really…” Before closing the door, however, his eyes trailed down to their hips involuntarily.
[To Be Continued]
[End of Cut 9]
Comments? Critiques? Questions? Let me know.
Chapter: 9
Pairing: (1) Aiba Masaki and Sakurai Sho
(2) Aiba Masaki and Matsumoto Jun
(3) Ninomiya Kazunari and Ohno Satoshi
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG-13
Beta: laurachan2, kos-mos26
x-posted: arashirabu, jent_fanfics
Notes: This is to fulfill camaronzin's request of a Yakuza Arashi.
Frowning slightly, Masaki closed the door and sat down on the far end of the futon. When Sho remained silent, Masaki cleared his throat and asked softly, “So, what did you want to tell me?”
His heart thudded in his chest, wondering what Sho had to tell him. His mind was racing on all sorts of possibilities - that he wanted to tell Masaki to move out because he had gone overboard in his drunken state the previous night or perhaps Sho owed Imai a debt and is being blackmailed. He was however not prepared for what came out of Sho's mouth next.
“His name is Imai Tsubasa and we've been friends since college,” Sho spouted.
Masaki blinked his eyes and wiggled a finger in his ear to make sure he had heard Sho correct, “Friend?” When Sho nodded, Masaki stood up and started pacing the room, his mind racing again, wondering if Sho was somehow connected to the yakuza. Sho watched Masaki pace the room and waited patiently for the pacing to stop. Masaki muttered under his breath, completely forgetting that Sho was within earshot, “But Sho-chan can't be with the yakuza. He looks so innocent and I'm pretty sure he said he works with one of the financial institutes … or was I imagining that part?”
Sho gulped when he heard Masaki's words and sighed softly, resigning himself not to reveal his identity just yet, for he was sure that would be the quickest way to run Masaki out of his life forever. When Masaki finally stopped pacing and stared at him, Sho spoke again, “As I was saying Tsubasa and I are very good friends. I didn't get a chance to mention it to you before and you seemed to be afraid of him.”
Masaki sat down on the couch again, “So, you aren't in debt and he wasn't blackmailing you?” When Sho shook his head in a negative response, Masaki continued, “Dare I ask how you met and became friends?”
Taking a deep breath Sho began narrating his story “Once upon a time….”
“What do you mean once upon a time? I thought you were going to tell me how you became friends with a gang member,” Masaki interrupted, earning an annoyed look from Sho.
“Fine, it wasn’t once upon a time … but it really was a long time ago. Now, listen to what I have to say without interrupting me again, ok?” Sho growled at Masaki, a frown creasing his eyebrows together. When Masaki nodded silently, Sho picked up his story again. “Long time ago … and I mean long time ago, at least it feels like a long time ago … anyway, this was back when I started out as a freshmen I was naïve to believe that college was different than high school. I thought that there would be no bullies in college and that I was free from all the bullying I went through in high school.”
A side-glance let Sho know that Masaki was already completely absorbed in the story. Sighing in relief he continued, “Guess how shocked I was to know that bullying didn’t go away just because you graduated from high school.”
“You were bullied?” Masaki’s eyes went wide and his lips formed a perfect ‘O’. Realizing he had interrupted again, Masaki apologized, “Sorry, please continue.”
Taking another deep breath, Sho spoke again ignoring Masaki’s interruption, “Some upperclassmen picked on me when they realized I wasn’t too strong. At first it was running errands for them, but then it escalated when they needed someone to vent their anger on every time a professor failed them or their tests went bad. It went on for a couple of years. They wouldn’t leave me even when they were kicked out of college for bad behavior and bringing down the placement rate of the school.”
Seeing Masaki’s interest in the story, Sho licked his lips trying to come up with an ending that would stick with Masaki, “It was worse than normal that day. They had a fight with someone else and lost the argument, so they took it out on me again. But this time, as luck would have it, Tsubasa-kun happened to be passing by the building and stepped in to help. He fought them all and warned them that I was to be left alone or else …”
“Or else?” Masaki leaned in forward.
“Well, I don’t know, he left it at that. However, no one else bothered me after that. I have been grateful to Tsubasa-kun ever since and we’ve been good friends,” Sho concluded his story, looking hopeful and expectant at Masaki. When Masaki came forward, knelt down and took his hands in his own, Sho let out a sigh of relief - glad that Masaki wasn’t probing too deep into this story and finding all sorts of loopholes.
“I know exactly what you’re talking about!” Masaki whispered, stroking Sho’s palms with his thumbs.
‘Oh, that feels so good,’ Sho thought with a small smile, ‘I’m so glad you’re gullible enough to believe a flimsy story like that … seriously, you can pick up any high school manga out there and you’ll see this story!’ “You do?” he asked out loud, his eyes going wide in surprise, “You were also bullied?”
“Huh? Oh no. I was never bullied. But I’ve seen bullying occur at my school and it is vicious with the girls. Sometimes I don’t even know how to stop these kids and help them,” Masaki replied, feeling sad thinking about the future of these bullies.
Sho nodded his head slowly, pretending to understand, “So you see, to me Tsubasa-kun is not a bad guy. He is always kind and friendly with me.”
“How did a good guy like him end up with the yakuza I wonder… well, I’m glad you didn’t end up like him,” Masaki gave Sho a brilliant smile as he sat next to him.
Sho closed his eyes against the brilliance of Masaki’s smile, feeling just a slight guilt at having lied about not being the yakuza, but now he was sure that Masaki would run the other way if he finds out Sho was high up in the order of the local gang. ‘Besides, it’s not like I lied to him completely … there were fights, all the time in college,’ he thought trying to assuage his guilt.
*****
Sho spat on the ground. They had managed to keep the fight out of the campus and were now standing in the woods behind the library. Sho looked around at the guys who had formed a lose circle around him. Swiping the trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, Sho glared at the men, “This is seriously getting old, you know you can’t win. You’ve been getting your asses kicked for two years and you still come back for more.”
One of the guys with a bruised eye spoke up, “Oh no, this time it will be different, because you see, we have some help. Apparently someone in the Yamamoto clan doesn’t like you and wants you out of the picture.”
Sho stood up straight at the mention of Yamamoto and seethed in anger when others joined the circle. The guys from school slowly backed off and dispersed leaving the professionals to deal with Sakurai. They came at him with everything they’ve got and they played dirty. “Once you’re gone Sakurai, Satoshi will be easy to eliminate. That should weaken the Ohno clan considerably. Yamamoto-san will be extremely pleased with that!” one of the men spat.
Cursing under his breath for not seeing this, Sho fought with valiantly, but there were just too many for one man to deal with. He avoided and dodged as many blows as he could, but he still couldn’t escape a few errant hits to his legs and back. He sprawled on the ground, bleeding and thinking, ‘This is it. I’ve failed you mama and I’m sorry.’
He closed his eyes when someone aimed an iron rod at his head and let out a victory scream. He couldn’t be sure if the guy ever made contact with his head. He faintly remembered someone else jumping in and fighting off the guys. When he came to, he was at the university hospital, a stranger sitting next to the bed. He must have made a sound because the stranger looked up from the book he was reading, “Ah, you’re awake. That’s good. Let me get a doctor.”
The doctor checked his vitals and nodded, “You’re lucky, the wounds aren’t too bad. Your leg is fractured and needs to be in a cast for a while, but other than that, you’re fine. You will need to stay in for the night for observation, you can leave in the morning.”
“Thank you,” Sho muttered weakly.
“Not me, thank your friend for bringing you in when he did,” the doctor said pointing to the stranger at the bedside before leaving.
Sho turned slowly to look at the stranger and nodded, “Umm, thank you.”
“You really should stop fighting that much. Did you know these guys were professionals? It is one thing to make things hard for your classmates and upperclassmen, but if you mess with gangsters, things don’t always go well,” the stranger frowned at Sho.
“Uh… It’s not what you think. Wait, I don’t even know your name.”
“Tsubasa, my name is Imai Tsubasa and I’m from the arts department,” the stranger said extending his hand.
Taking the extended hand, Sho shook it tentatively, “Sakurai Sho, economics department. But really, even if I never fought any of the guys at school, these so-called professionals would have found a way to get me.”
“Huh?”
“Wait, how do you know that I get into trouble with others at school constantly?” Sho glared at Tsubasa.
Tsubasa rolled his eyes, “Well, it’s not that hard to find out the one man who keeps beating up others. Everyone knows who you are.”
Sho blushed a little, understanding where Tsubasa was going with it, “Fine, fine. Everyone knows who I am, but still …”
“Anyway, what did you mean they would have found you eventually?” Tsubasa questioned.
“Never mind, it’s family matters,” Sho responded, closing the topic there, thinking it to be end of their encounter, “It’s really embarrassing to admit it, but thank you for rescuing me and bringing me to the hospital. I owe you one.”
It was weeks later and Sho had recovered and had put the episode behind him. He was his usual guarded and moody self during lunch when Tsubasa popped up next to him and decided to invite himself for lunch. When Sho stared at him, Tsubasa dug into his rice bowl and spoke, “What did you make those men mad? They are back… they’re waiting outside the gates.”
Sho cursed under his breath, but went on to finish his lunch, knowing they wouldn’t dare step inside the campus and would wait out until he stepped out. Tsubasa had stuck around that evening and every other evening when the Yamamoto men continued to try to take him out. Eventually Sho gave in and told Tsubasa the reason Yamamoto men tried for him.
“I’m the adopted son of the chief of Ohno clan,” Sho began and when he saw Tsubasa’s questioning gaze, he nodded, “Yes, one of the top Yakuza clans in this area. I’ve always protected Satoshi and will continue to do so for the rest of my life because I love them and am grateful for their kindness. But if I’m no longer in the picture, Satoshi will be vulnerable to attacks. And if they get Satoshi too, Ohno-mama will go berserk and things will become unstable here. Yamamoto wants that instability so that he can move into the territory.”
“Ah, so you fighting the guys at school has nothing to do with those guys,” Tsubasa thought out loud.
“Yes. But this shouldn’t be for too long. Ohno-mama caught wind of these attacks and we’re going to have backup…” Sho’s voice trailed off when he saw a black car pull next to him. Two guys in black stepped out and held the door open, “Well, I guess the backup is here. Need a ride home?”
Tsubasa hesitated a moment before accepting the offering, “If you’re being attacked, how can we be sure that your brother or friend or whatever you call him, Satoshi, is safe?”
When the doors closed, Sho continued, “Well, Satoshi never found studying appealing. He likes painting and is inside an artist’s studio all the time. However, that studio is within the Ohno compound and he usually doesn’t venture outside without me or someone else to protect him.”
*****
It had been over 5 years ago since that day when Tsubasa stepped into the car. Sho still felt slightly guilty at pulling Tsubasa into the dark world of the yakuza. He sighed heavily and opened his eyes to find Masaki peering closely at him, his face turning red. Alarmed, Sho leaned forward and put his hand over Masaki’s forehead, “Are you feeling sick?”
Masaki blinked innocently and blushed more at the proximity. He could feel Sho’s breath against his cheek and it raised his body temperature. It made his blood pool lower and he wanted to take those lips in a passionate kiss. Shaking his head, Masaki pushed up yelling, “I’m not gay!” At Sho’s confused look, Masaki shook his head before speaking, “I mean, no, I’m not sick. So…?”
When Masaki continued to look at him expectantly, Sho realized that Masaki had asked him a question, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I was thinking something else. Did you ask me something?”
Sho’s response made Masaki blush harder and he mumbled his question, “I blacked out last night and don’t remember much. I vaguely recall kissing and stuff, but… did we… did we… I mean, did we do…anything else?”
A smirk spread across Sho’s lips, but he toned it down when he saw Masaki’s terrified expression. Sighing softly Sho shook his head, “I can’t remember either. I guess we had too much to drink.”
Relief and a strange disappointment washed over Masaki, making him wonder why he’d be disappointed at not having done anything with Sho. After all, he wasn’t gay. “Not gay. Yeah. I mean…”
Grinning slowly, Sho moved closer and pulled Masaki into his arms, “Well, if you want something to happen and remember, we can always try it now. We’re both sober and we’ll definitely remember.”
Masaki squeaked and pushed himself away from Sho and the couch. “I just remembered, I’ve to do something,” he said and stumbled towards the door. Once outside, he ran blindly, not caring where his feet carried him, as long as it was away from Sho, who looked devilishly tempting. When he was tired from the running, he stopped and looked around. He found himself in front of the karaoke bar where he had first kissed Sho. Shaking his head, Masaki walked inside and asked for a room. He needed to calm down and singing might help him think things through.
When the receptionist gave him the room number, he thanked the guy and went up the stairs to the second floor. Thinking about Sho and his plump lips, Masaki opened the room door only to find it occupied, “Ah sorry. The receptionist probably didn’t realize this was occupied. I’ll go ask for another …”
“Ah…” Masaki said again, after a few seconds, when one of the occupants registered in his mind, “Imai-san?”
Tsubasa had one of the servers in his arms and they both looked startled at Masaki’s appearance, “Umm… This is…”
Blushing crimson, Masaki shook his head, “No, no … what you do with your lover is up to you … really…” Before closing the door, however, his eyes trailed down to their hips involuntarily.
[To Be Continued]
[End of Cut 9]
Comments? Critiques? Questions? Let me know.