A Promise
A Promise
By: Fuji-chan
Title: A Promise
Author: Fuji-chan
Rating: PG-13
Warning: I really don’t know. Bloody wounds, I guess?
Genre: angst, angst, and more angst. (plus it’s kind of Ryutarou-ccentric XD)
Pairing: ChiiTarou (Chinen x Ryutarou)
Words: 1462
Author’s Notes: Ahm, I really don’t know why I made this angsty fic during my second quarter exams. Maybe it’s because of the stress, right? Anyway, almost 0.99& of this fanfic is based on my life (no, the chiitarou parts are not part of it) just read my crap! >D (anilee0510, here's your promised fanfic!)
Young Ryutarou stepped out of his bed onto the floor. He looked at his roommate and made sure he’s deep in his sleep. Though it’s very dark, he pulled out something from his bag and sat back on the floor. He wonders how he’ll feel after doing this, except the physical pain that’ll happen. Many people do it, and it seems all of them have no problem doing it.
He turned his small flashlight to see. As he took the silver metal out of the paper, he heard an off sound, Are you doing this for fun? He looked around, but no one’s there except the sleeping Chinen on the bed. Thinking it’s the wind, Ryutarou went on.
The sharp metal glistening through the little light, he placed it on his wrist. He pressed the blade deeper into his skin, which made him feel a weird spark on his heart. He began to remember his sempais who did the same. Most of them say that they do this because life’s too hard, and this is the only way to release the stress.
He saw blood dripping already, but he didn’t move the blade. Instead, he pressed it more. He thought about the stress he’s having. School, work, interviews, assignments, pictorials, tests, cranky directors, terror teachers, his busy schedule, everything. Even Shintarou’s becoming a pain in the butt. When will the hardship end, even though he’s only 13?
He began to feel a sharp pain all over his bleeding wrist, the same pain he felt when he saw Chinen together with Daiki yesterday. Though he and Chinen are only together for a week, that doesn’t give Chinen a chance to flirt to other people. “How dare you do this to me?” Ryutarou whispered as he began to slit his wrist, “Don’t you know how hurt I got there?”
Tears are falling, as he was about to fully cut his skin. Then suddenly a hand appeared and took the blade away from his wrist. Surprised, he saw Chinen holding that shiny metal on one hand, and a bunch of towels on the other. The little guy disposed the blade and wrapped Ryutarou’s bleeding hand with a white towel from the bathroom.
From there he fully felt the throb that the sharp blade gave. His head fell on Chinen’s chest and he cried as loud as the pain he has. He felt his boyfriend’s arm comforting his as the other arm is holding the towel that’s around his wrist firmly. The grip was so firm that he can’t feel the sharp pain anymore. He raised his head and was about to thank Chinen when he received a slap on the cheek from him.
“Why did you do that for?! I was going to thank you.” He said, irritated.
Chinen held the toweled wrist even tighter and shouted, “What do you think you’re doing?! Are you trying to kill yourself? Look at the blood!” he pointed on a little red puddle on the floor.
Ryutarou tried not to look on Chinen’s flaring eyes, “actually, I was just thinking about how complicated my life became when Johnny debuted me. Now I have to juggle work form school; and you guys and my friends at school.”
“Is that the only reason why you did it?!” his voice was so loud Ryutarou thought it might wake their neighbors.
“Well, I saw you and Daiki flirting with each other yesterday by the school gate.”
He heard a laugh, but it wasn’t a happy-type laugh, “I was just thanking Dai-chan for teaching me for our history quiz. Do you think I’m being unfaithful to you?” now his voice toned down a little.
“Um, a bit. But the real reason why I did this is because I see many of my sempais at school do this. They say it’s a way to release stress.”
“Does stress include the blood that just oozed out of your wrist? You might’ve cut your vein.” He calmly said as he took off the now red towel and examined his whole arm to check if there are any more bruises. He then left the young boy on the floor and came back with a medicine box and a damp and new towel
The dabbing of the towel on his red wrist made Ryutarou twitch from the sudden pain he feels. As Chinen cleaned the dry blood of his wrist, he took a betadine solution and disinfected the wound. He took a bandage and wrapped it around Ryutarou's wrist then kissed it.
Ryutarou helped with the cleaning of the blood on the floor. Being so quiet, he opened his mouth to talk again, “what are we going to do with the towels?”
“Let’s just give an excuse that your stapled yourself twice and the blood was uncontrollable.” Chinen answered with a cute grin.
The young boy felt sleepy after seeing Chinen’s angelic smile again. He laid his head once again on his chest and whispered, “I’m sorry about earlier. I was too carried away from yesterday I guess.”
He felt Chinen’s arm arms enveloping him and he heard, “It’s okay. Just remember, I became your boyfriend is that because I love you. You’re the only one for me. To be honest, I was really scared to see you crying and your hand bleeding like that. If you die from blood loss, do you think I’m okay with that?” he held Ryutarou tighter and kissed his forehead, “Promise me you won’t scare me like that ever again, and don’t doubt me. How would you feel if I’m the one bleeding?”
The young boy didn’t talk but moved even closer to Chinen and held his shirt. No, I don’t want to see you bleeding. Chinen just laughed and continued to hug Ryutarou. After, he tried to carry the young boy but dragged him instead due to his small body structure.
He slowly placed Ryutarou on his bed, then climbed on beside him. His eyes were locked on Ryutarou’s and both of then are staring into each other’s eyes for a long tine; something they first experienced as a couple. Ryutarou felt something on his heart again when he thought that from now on, Chinen will always be on his side, prepared to anything that’ll happen.
His straight face turned into a wide smile and hurriedly moved forward to kiss Chinen. His hands then slowly moved and wrapped itself around Chinen’s warm body. He felt the other boy’s response and felt his lips getting heavier. He closed his eyes and counted for how long he is in paradise.
After counting 10 seconds of breathless kisses, Ryutarou pulled away to get some air; and so does Chinen. The young boy smiled and again and said, “I love you too, Chii. I promise I won’t hurt myself or you again.”
“That’s good,” was all he heard when he felt that Chinen’s hand held his head and moved it towards his chest again. Feeling protected again, Ryutarou moved his bandaged wrist on his heart. It jerked involuntarily because of the afterpain, and he saw Chinen’s hand slowly holding his injured hand.
Ryutarou smiled once more and closed his eyes. Now he doesn’t have to worry for anything, since he knows that his Chinen will be his superman: always on the rescue whenever he needs him.
~*~*~*~*~
“Hey, I heard Chinen shout last night next door. Are you two having a fight?” Yuto asked while walking with Ryutarou freely.
“No! We would never do that. How can we fight if he just kissed me before going with you?”
Yuto laughed, “Oh yeah” but he took the bandaged wrist and said, “Then how can you explain this? He also his you, right?”
“No,” Ryutarou said calmly, “I accidentally stapled myself for a number of times, and the blood was too much.”
Yuto didn’t seemed convinced, he narrowed his eyes on the wrist, “So you stapled your wrist?”
The younger boy nodded, “and the shouts that you heard was probably Chii’s cried since we can’t control the blood.”
“Does it hurt?”
There, Ryutarou remembered the sharp pain he felt but only once in his life. He held on his wrist and shouted, “of course!”
Yuto just laughed again and took Ryutarou’s free arm, pulling him somewhere. The other boy shouted again, scared, “where are you taking me?”
“To the hospital, silly.”
“Why there?!” he began to tremble as he imagined the shiny things that the doctors use, which are too similar to the blade he used last night.
“You lost a lot of blood, you look pale today.”
After that, Ryutarou kept silent the whole time in and out of the hospital, still reminiscing of his horrible near-death experience, with his boyfriend as his witness.
OWARIIII :]
By: Fuji-chan
Title: A Promise
Author: Fuji-chan
Rating: PG-13
Warning: I really don’t know. Bloody wounds, I guess?
Genre: angst, angst, and more angst. (plus it’s kind of Ryutarou-ccentric XD)
Pairing: ChiiTarou (Chinen x Ryutarou)
Words: 1462
Author’s Notes: Ahm, I really don’t know why I made this angsty fic during my second quarter exams. Maybe it’s because of the stress, right? Anyway, almost 0.99& of this fanfic is based on my life (no, the chiitarou parts are not part of it) just read my crap! >D (anilee0510, here's your promised fanfic!)
Young Ryutarou stepped out of his bed onto the floor. He looked at his roommate and made sure he’s deep in his sleep. Though it’s very dark, he pulled out something from his bag and sat back on the floor. He wonders how he’ll feel after doing this, except the physical pain that’ll happen. Many people do it, and it seems all of them have no problem doing it.
He turned his small flashlight to see. As he took the silver metal out of the paper, he heard an off sound, Are you doing this for fun? He looked around, but no one’s there except the sleeping Chinen on the bed. Thinking it’s the wind, Ryutarou went on.
The sharp metal glistening through the little light, he placed it on his wrist. He pressed the blade deeper into his skin, which made him feel a weird spark on his heart. He began to remember his sempais who did the same. Most of them say that they do this because life’s too hard, and this is the only way to release the stress.
He saw blood dripping already, but he didn’t move the blade. Instead, he pressed it more. He thought about the stress he’s having. School, work, interviews, assignments, pictorials, tests, cranky directors, terror teachers, his busy schedule, everything. Even Shintarou’s becoming a pain in the butt. When will the hardship end, even though he’s only 13?
He began to feel a sharp pain all over his bleeding wrist, the same pain he felt when he saw Chinen together with Daiki yesterday. Though he and Chinen are only together for a week, that doesn’t give Chinen a chance to flirt to other people. “How dare you do this to me?” Ryutarou whispered as he began to slit his wrist, “Don’t you know how hurt I got there?”
Tears are falling, as he was about to fully cut his skin. Then suddenly a hand appeared and took the blade away from his wrist. Surprised, he saw Chinen holding that shiny metal on one hand, and a bunch of towels on the other. The little guy disposed the blade and wrapped Ryutarou’s bleeding hand with a white towel from the bathroom.
From there he fully felt the throb that the sharp blade gave. His head fell on Chinen’s chest and he cried as loud as the pain he has. He felt his boyfriend’s arm comforting his as the other arm is holding the towel that’s around his wrist firmly. The grip was so firm that he can’t feel the sharp pain anymore. He raised his head and was about to thank Chinen when he received a slap on the cheek from him.
“Why did you do that for?! I was going to thank you.” He said, irritated.
Chinen held the toweled wrist even tighter and shouted, “What do you think you’re doing?! Are you trying to kill yourself? Look at the blood!” he pointed on a little red puddle on the floor.
Ryutarou tried not to look on Chinen’s flaring eyes, “actually, I was just thinking about how complicated my life became when Johnny debuted me. Now I have to juggle work form school; and you guys and my friends at school.”
“Is that the only reason why you did it?!” his voice was so loud Ryutarou thought it might wake their neighbors.
“Well, I saw you and Daiki flirting with each other yesterday by the school gate.”
He heard a laugh, but it wasn’t a happy-type laugh, “I was just thanking Dai-chan for teaching me for our history quiz. Do you think I’m being unfaithful to you?” now his voice toned down a little.
“Um, a bit. But the real reason why I did this is because I see many of my sempais at school do this. They say it’s a way to release stress.”
“Does stress include the blood that just oozed out of your wrist? You might’ve cut your vein.” He calmly said as he took off the now red towel and examined his whole arm to check if there are any more bruises. He then left the young boy on the floor and came back with a medicine box and a damp and new towel
The dabbing of the towel on his red wrist made Ryutarou twitch from the sudden pain he feels. As Chinen cleaned the dry blood of his wrist, he took a betadine solution and disinfected the wound. He took a bandage and wrapped it around Ryutarou's wrist then kissed it.
Ryutarou helped with the cleaning of the blood on the floor. Being so quiet, he opened his mouth to talk again, “what are we going to do with the towels?”
“Let’s just give an excuse that your stapled yourself twice and the blood was uncontrollable.” Chinen answered with a cute grin.
The young boy felt sleepy after seeing Chinen’s angelic smile again. He laid his head once again on his chest and whispered, “I’m sorry about earlier. I was too carried away from yesterday I guess.”
He felt Chinen’s arm arms enveloping him and he heard, “It’s okay. Just remember, I became your boyfriend is that because I love you. You’re the only one for me. To be honest, I was really scared to see you crying and your hand bleeding like that. If you die from blood loss, do you think I’m okay with that?” he held Ryutarou tighter and kissed his forehead, “Promise me you won’t scare me like that ever again, and don’t doubt me. How would you feel if I’m the one bleeding?”
The young boy didn’t talk but moved even closer to Chinen and held his shirt. No, I don’t want to see you bleeding. Chinen just laughed and continued to hug Ryutarou. After, he tried to carry the young boy but dragged him instead due to his small body structure.
He slowly placed Ryutarou on his bed, then climbed on beside him. His eyes were locked on Ryutarou’s and both of then are staring into each other’s eyes for a long tine; something they first experienced as a couple. Ryutarou felt something on his heart again when he thought that from now on, Chinen will always be on his side, prepared to anything that’ll happen.
His straight face turned into a wide smile and hurriedly moved forward to kiss Chinen. His hands then slowly moved and wrapped itself around Chinen’s warm body. He felt the other boy’s response and felt his lips getting heavier. He closed his eyes and counted for how long he is in paradise.
After counting 10 seconds of breathless kisses, Ryutarou pulled away to get some air; and so does Chinen. The young boy smiled and again and said, “I love you too, Chii. I promise I won’t hurt myself or you again.”
“That’s good,” was all he heard when he felt that Chinen’s hand held his head and moved it towards his chest again. Feeling protected again, Ryutarou moved his bandaged wrist on his heart. It jerked involuntarily because of the afterpain, and he saw Chinen’s hand slowly holding his injured hand.
Ryutarou smiled once more and closed his eyes. Now he doesn’t have to worry for anything, since he knows that his Chinen will be his superman: always on the rescue whenever he needs him.
~*~*~*~*~
“Hey, I heard Chinen shout last night next door. Are you two having a fight?” Yuto asked while walking with Ryutarou freely.
“No! We would never do that. How can we fight if he just kissed me before going with you?”
Yuto laughed, “Oh yeah” but he took the bandaged wrist and said, “Then how can you explain this? He also his you, right?”
“No,” Ryutarou said calmly, “I accidentally stapled myself for a number of times, and the blood was too much.”
Yuto didn’t seemed convinced, he narrowed his eyes on the wrist, “So you stapled your wrist?”
The younger boy nodded, “and the shouts that you heard was probably Chii’s cried since we can’t control the blood.”
“Does it hurt?”
There, Ryutarou remembered the sharp pain he felt but only once in his life. He held on his wrist and shouted, “of course!”
Yuto just laughed again and took Ryutarou’s free arm, pulling him somewhere. The other boy shouted again, scared, “where are you taking me?”
“To the hospital, silly.”
“Why there?!” he began to tremble as he imagined the shiny things that the doctors use, which are too similar to the blade he used last night.
“You lost a lot of blood, you look pale today.”
After that, Ryutarou kept silent the whole time in and out of the hospital, still reminiscing of his horrible near-death experience, with his boyfriend as his witness.
OWARIIII :]