The boy next door - Ruki/Uruha - 8/20
Title: The boy next door
Chapters: 8/20
Author: buildingonlove
Genre: drama, romance, angst, AU
Rating: PG-13/R (depends on chapter)
Pairing: Ruki/Uruha
Warnings: unbeta’ed, depressed thoughts, cursing
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I got other presents for Christmas last year.
Summary: Takanori falls in love with the pretty boy next door who just moved in. Discovering all his secrets, he isn’t sure if he’s the right one for him, and he’s not sure if it’s good or wrong to discover even more of this guy.
Comments: down there *points*
Previous chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7
The door opened slowly.
Takanori felt his heart missing a beat as he saw Kouyou staring at him, his eyebrows a little bit knitted, but he didn’t smirk or grin just as Yuu said.
”What are you doing here?” the blonde muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked around, checking if there was no-one else in the hallway, before he opened the door some more and leaned against the door-post.
“I think you already know,” Takanori muttered, not sure of himself. He was insecure, that was true, and he could behave bravely while he wasn’t even in the slightest, but now… He felt like pudding. “I think we need to talk.”
Kouyou shot his eyebrows up in surprise, which was barely noticable if you didn’t pay attention to it, but Takanori did. “Sure,” the blonde muttered, “come in.”
Takanori didn’t expect it would go so easily, so quickly. He stepped in and blinked a few times before Kouyou walked towards his living room, and he decided to follow him.
Every now and then he needed to watch out for a box or stuff on the ground - Kouyou surely wasn’t a clean person.
Kouyou told him to take a seat, he would make some tea. Takanori did as he’d been told and placed himself on an armchair near the door to the balcony. As soon as Kouyou put the cups of tea on the table and sat down, Takanori began to ask him things, immediately.
“So you had a fight with Yuu?”
Kouyou avoided Takanori’s gaze the whole time, and stared at his cup of tea instead, though his reflection was barely visible in it. “Yes, I had indeed,” he answered muttering. His back was still aching from the hit against the wall, though it didn’t hurt as much as back then. He hit the wall pretty hard.
“About what?” Takanori asked, his eyes narrowing. He knew why, of course, but he wanted to know Kouyou’s side of the story - maybe he would lie again.
The blonde rolled his eyes. “About you, of course,” he hissed, taking a sip of the warm tea in his cup. He turned his head to the window, stared at the achromatic clouds which floated in the sky.
Takanori opened his mouth to say something, but closed it as soon as he noticed he couldn’t get a word out of his throat. Kouyou sounded so careless, and he had the idea this guy couldn’t care less about him or the whole situation. He just sat there, legs crossed, looking extremely bored. He looked beautiful though, no matter how hard it was for Takanori to admit it. He didn’t want to admit it. His heart also told him not to, that he didn’t need to give in. He only needed to give up on Kouyou, and things would be solved.
“Why…” the brunet muttered, his voice low and hoarse, sounding lost. He had the idea there was something to add to this sentence, he just didn’t know what. But Kouyou seemed to understand it anyway, though he didn’t want to answer it. He ignored Takanori and blinked out of the window, taking a sip of his tea every now and then. It was the beginning of an awkward silence that filled the whole room.
The minutes that passed by in silence felt like eternity to Takanori, he felt like crying, he only didn’t know why. He wanted an answer, and that Kouyou didn’t answer made him feel bad. Upset. Not angry of mad, not even frustrated or aggressive, just upset.
“I don’t know what kind of person you are,” Takanori whispered, “I don’t know anything. You keep surprising me and I don’t like this kind of surprises.” He needed to suppres a small sob as he felt the tears coming up in his eyes. “I thought you were my friend.”
Kouyou refused to talk, but his dark orbs turned to the corners of his eyes, looking at Takanori from there. His eyelids were slightly closed, probably because of the bright light he’d been looking at the whole time he looked out of the window. The brunet noticed some trace of regret in his hazel eyes, but he thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
“Kouyou,” Takanori whispered, making the blonde shiver at calling his name, “I thought that you were my friend. I thought you liked me. Do you hate me now?”
“Why should I hate you?” Kouyou said, almost laughing. He sounded mocking, and maybe he was mocking at it, Takanori didn’t know. It only felt awkward.
“I don’t know…” the brunet whimpered, “I’m so uncertain about things. I’m so mixed up.” He bowed his head and stared at his feet, feeling Kouyou’s gaze set on him. He felt his body shaking, and for a moment he thought he was crying, but thank god he wasn’t. It would only be more embarrassing.
“Are you crying?” Kouyou asked carefully. He put his tea back on the table, noticing his hands were a little bit trembling.
“I am not,” Takanori hissed, looking up at the guy in front of him to prove him. “I’m confused.” With a shaky hand he reached for his cup of tea and took a sip of the almost cold liquid. “I don’t know who you are, okay? I don’t know you. I only know one side and that side is probably… gone. Just gone. Left, like you left… me.” The last couple of words died almost in his throat and came barely above a whisper out of his throat.
He looked at Kouyou, and noticed for the first time the hurt in his eyes. He looked hurt. Troubled. Maybe he never meant to hurt Takanori, but it sounded so illogical to the brunet his ears. If he never meant it to, he would’ve treat him better, now wouldn’t he?
“Don’t sit there and stare at me like that!” he hissed, his voice a little more raised. “Give me at least an answer!”
“I don’t know what to say,” Kouyou simply retorted.
“Let’s start with why you… did that to me… Why did you treat me like that and left afterwards?”
Takanori saw Kouyou’s lips curving into something what looked like a smile or a grin, but the blonde seemed to suppress it as he spoke, “because I was longing for you to have.”
“You never had me.”
“Oh, yes I did. That night, I had all of you. I had you and every inch of your body. It was all mine.” Now, his lips did curve into a grin. A smirk, which showed how much he enojoyed saying this all. “You were mine for one night. And the best part of all; you gave in completely.”
Takanori’s blood turned cold. Was this really how Kouyou thought about this? Was this what was going on in his mind? It sounded so impossible. Wasn’t he hallucinating? Wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him? Was Kouyou really saying this?
“Without any resisting you let me touch you, you let me kiss you. You could’ve pushed me away, but you didn’t. You were in my control and in mine only. And Takanori, believe me…” Kouyou leant a little bit forward, his piercing eyes sparkling as his grin became broader. “I know there was a part who wanted it to happen.”
Takanori stared at the ground. He felt like his heart just got ripped out of his chest, and he couldn’t stop the bleeding. There was some weird, empty and aching space in his chest. He couldn’t fill it up. He was slowly bleeding to death.
“I can’t believe you used me like that…” he whispered, feeling tears burning in his eyes, on the edge of falling down.
“Takanori, come on,” Kouyou said, almost laughing, “we’re still friends, aren’t we?”
”I-I don’t know! How do you think I can handle this? After all you did to me?”
”So you mean that little one-night-stand was such a big problem? Oh please, Taka.”
“You just messed with me!”
“Come on, why are you so upset about this? Such a small thing.”
“B-because, I...”
“Takanori, listen to me.” Kouyou grinned. “I really don’t get why this is affecting you so much. Such a small thing… Nothing to be messed up about. It was sex, Taka, not love.”
Takanori stood up in a rage, throwing his arms in the air as he suddenly spoke the words he never wanted to speak out loud, which he never wanted to admit, but he did. Unfortunately, he did. He needed to say them out loud. He needed to get it off his chest.
“It is not! Not for me! I love you, goddamnit!”
Kouyou blinked, looking totally stunned, as he stared at Takanori. His brain - and he himself too - needed to process properly what the brunet just said. Did he really said those words out loud? Those words who had hurt and abused him for so long? “Love?” the blonde whispered with a shaky voice.
Takanori nodded slowly. He smiled in disbelief. He couldn’t believe he finally said those words, which were so hard to get out of his throat, and Kouyou still stared at him with that look on his face like he couldn’t care less. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “I better go now.”
He turned around, heading to the hallway. At first, he thought Kouyou just let him, but then he heard him hurriedly standing up and his footsteps became louder and closer with every second.
“Takanori, wait,” the blonde said quickly, grabbing Takanori’s upper arm. The brunet turned around, knitting his eyebrows, as he stared at the taller man with a confused gaze.
Kouyou casted a glance at Takanori before looking at the floor again. “I think our talk is about to start right now.”
A/N: Because chapter 7 was pretty short :3 And now there's no - Oh, there is. Sorrrryyy. I just like ending chapters this way. xD