My Host chapter 4
Title : My host
Chapters : 4/?
Author : veechuu
Genre : Fluff? Comedy?
Warnings : Bit image of weird things. English 3rd language J I hope you’re not a Nazi grammar!
Rating : PG-13
Pairings/Character : AoixRuki
Synopsis : Ruki’s having a weird image in his brain.
Comments : Hyoooo~ this series is the MOST difficult series I’ve ever written in my entire life, but I don’t know why, the comments and the readers are low… I think I should improve my self J Yay!
Disclaimer : I want to pack Ruki and Aoi in a package, and then bring them home. But, it seems
as impossible as owning them *pouts*
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I open my eyes and look around, all are white. The wall, the window, the sheet, everything is white. Where am I? Hospital? I try to sit up, but I can’t. There’s something hold me down, I feel like my body is glued to the bed. Then I realize that both of hands tie up in bed with handcuff and both of my legs also tie up in bed with something coarse like robe.
“Hey~ Mr. Matsumoto~ Are you feeling better?” Suddenly someone who wears a doctor coat pops out from no-where and stands beside my bed. I can’t see his face clearly because his pony is covering half of his face.
“No, I’m not. Why am I here?” I ask. My voice sounds so hoarse and dry like I haven’t drink anything for a week.
“Because……” That person is leaning down his head and whispering in my ear. “You’re sick, Taka…..” My eyes widen as I recognize that voice. It’s Yuu’s voice.
“Oh my, you look so lovely, don’t you know it?” He puts his hand on my chin and run it trough my neck. His cool hand sends a weird feeling which makes my spine shivers. “I really want to cure you, Taka….” He smirks and then he pulls out a surgical scissor from his pocket and start to ripping out my thin white cloth.
“NOOOOOOOOO~” I scream out with my hoarse voice but I can’t do anything.
“You will like this Taka-chan!” Yuu grins as he continues what he was up to. His facial expression is so scary and he looks like he enjoys it very much.
Suddenly, I hear a knocking sound.
‘tok tok’
And then a giant blue caterpillar’s head pops from the door.
“Ramen delivery!” He says. I frown, so does Yuu. Then everything goes blur.
I open my eyes and blink. No white room. I try to sit up. No handcuffs, no robs. I look around. No Yuu. I sigh, Oh God, it was just a dream….. A sick crazy helpless masochist dream….
‘tok tok’
“Ramen delivery!”
Oh? The ramen delivery part wasn’t a dream? But…. I don’t order any ramen this morning…. Oh, whatever.
“I’m coming~” I say as I try my best to stand up and then walk to the front door.
I unlock my door and slowly open it. “I didn’t order any ramen, may-“
“Your ramen, Sir?”
There he is, a smiling Yuu with ramen in his hand.
I quickly shut my door again, but there’s something block my door. It’s his foot.
“Move your foot or I will break it.” I say coldly. The image of him with surgical scissor hasn’t moved out from my brain.
“Heeey~ FRIEND don’t break their friend foot and I bring you breakfast. Is that wrong?” He says from other side of my door.
“……….” I remain silent for few seconds. “You don’t bring your surgical scissor, do you?”
“Why would I bring it?”
“Because, you’re a doctor.”
“Eeeehhhh?”
Okay, maybe ramen for breakfast is not so bad, right? “Okay, you can come in.” I open my door widely.
“Thaanks!” He enters my apartment happily.
“But, stay the hell away from me.”
He blinks in confusion. “Why?”
“I had a nightmare.”
“Huh?”
“You tried to rip out my cloth with surgical scissor, which was pretty scary. And I was tied up with handcuffs and robes.”
“Sounds masochist.”
“I’m not. You get it?”
“Okay. Look, I keep distance from you.” He takes three big steps away from where I stand.
“Good. Keep your distance from me as far as you can.”
He just nods in agreement. “You live in such lovely apartment nee~”
“Don’t say lovely.” I sigh in annoyance.
He turns his back, “Why?”
“You said I looked so lovely with my hands and legs tied up. I’m still in paranoid state right now.”
“I didn’t say that…. Even though it MAY be true.”
“In my dream, you did.”
“But-“
“Just don’t say it, okay?”
“O… okay….” He walks again and sits down quietly at my sofa. “It’s too clean here.”
“I love cleanness.”
“You said you’re straight.”
I frown and cross my arms in my chest. “What’s the connection between cleanness and straightness?”
“Umm…… my entire straight fellow’s apartments are rather messy with porn magazines all around. But look at your place. There’s no dust here. Instead porn magazine, you have bunch of fashion magazines here.”
“Well…. Let’s say I’m a new type of straight man who loves cleanness, make up, hairstyle, sunglass, Chihuahua, fashion, beauty and hates naked woman picture in porn magazine.”
“………….”
“All clear?”
“You hate naked woman picture?”
“Yes. Isn’t it disgusting? Yikes. They’re low life creatures.”
“No.”
“Then, we have different opinions. Now, I want to take a bath.”
I’m walking slowly toward my bathroom when I hear him asks something.
“Are you sure you’re straight?”
I stop walking and turn at his direction. I blink several times to absorb his question. “Yeah, sure I am.”
I walk out from my bathroom after done drying my hair. I wear nothing but a small piece of towel which wraps around my waist line. Without thinking of anything I open my wardrobe and start to choose which cloth I will wear today.
“You look bit chubby without proper cloth.”
Automatically I turn out my head to the source of voice, and I find him rolling innocently in my bed. “WAAA! YUU! What are you doing here?”
“Hm? I’m just rolling around in my FRIEND bed.”
“Seriously, how old are you? And you are a Nobel man for the God sake! Can’t you be at least a little mature?”
“Hey.. You’re over-reacted.” He gets up and pouts his lips.
“Yeah, I do.”
“You are so not cute today.”
“Because, I’m not.”
“You are. But not today.”
“Oh, whatever. Now, get out, I want to change.”
“Fine.” He walks out and slaps my door angrily.
I sigh. Did I piss him off or hurt his feeling? Well… I was just… Oh God…. This morning I feel so miserable. I never have such a weeeeeird dream like that before. It was…. perv…. sick….. So… so…. Gay…
Fuck. No way. I’m just thinking too much of him.
Black. I’ll wear all black today.
When I was done, I walk out of my room to main room. But, he’s not there. He already left. But ramen which he brought is in my dining table now. There’s a small note beside it. It written, ‘Eat and sleep well.’. I smile a little. He’s kind a sweet, isn’t he? Maybe, I should say sorry to him next time I meet him.
That time, I don’t know how much effort I have to do just to meet him once again….
AN : I hope u like it ^^ I really like ruki’s dream btw www Sorry for miss typos and error grammar. It’s ramadhan here~ I’m fasting for more than 12 hours, so I don’t have time to edit this :/