[fanfic] Source of Happiness - Reita x Aoi - 10/?
Title : Source of Happiness
Chapter : 10/??
Author : kei_kyuuketsuki
Fandom : the GazettE, Alice Nine
Pairings : ReitaXAoi, ToraxAoi
Rating : R
Genre : drama, angst
Warning : it’s a pretty short chapter, and still: bad English
Disclaimer : Those boys belong to themselves. I only own the storyline and the idea.
Summary : the Beautiful Being’s happiness couldn’t last long. The Mean One will never let the Beautiful Being go… what will Reita do with it?
Comment : my muses won’t help me THIS TIME, especially Aoi-muse… he hates me so much… but I’m glad I could finish this one… it’s written in 3rd POV. Another note at the end of the post! Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Beauty; Chapter 2: Innocent; Chapter 3: View; Chapter 4: Blame;
Chapter 5: Truth; Chapter 6: Interest; Chapter 7: Smile; Chapter 8: Pain;
Chapter 9: Escape
PROTECTION
Reita stopped at the vending machine in front of his apartment building. He was just about to insert a coin into the machine, but he stopped himself. “I guess there are still three cans left…”
Reita put the coin back inside his jacket pocket. He then walked, leaving the vending machine. Reita entered his apartment building and walked to the elevator. He pressed the elevator button and waited. Reita saw something near the button. He was shocked when he saw blood on the button. He looked at his own finger that he used to press the button earlier. He felt relieved when the blood didn’t stain his finger. It was already dried.
“Why is there a blood here..?” Reita asked to himself.
The elevator door was opened and made Reita jumped. Reita entered the elevator and pressed the ‘3’ button inside the elevator. Again, Reita saw a trace of blood on the button. Reita started to Goosebumps. He remembered the horror movie he watched long time ago. In that movie, the terror came with leaving traces of blood like this. The one that made Reita nervous even more, the traces of blood where found at the buttons he pressed. That means the one that spread the terror was targeting one of the occupants on the third floor of this building, wasn’t it?
Reita shook his head. He tried to think rationally. It might be some kids’ pranks or something like that.
The elevator stopped. The door was opened and Reita walked out of the elevator. The scenery in front of him made him halted his step.
Someone was sitting on the floor in front of his room door. That person was leaning on the wall beside his door. Slowly, Reita walked closer to that person.
From his position, Reita presumed that the person was unconscious. Reita then started to aware the other traces of blood from the floor that he stepped on. That moment, Reita concluded that the traces of blood came from THAT person. But why did THAT person had to sprawled in front of his door? Did Reita know that person in the first place?
Aoi touched his own forehead carefully. “Oh, this…” Aoi showed his bitter smile. “No… this has nothing to do with Tora today. But, if Tora finds out about me, talking to you again today, I guess… he will add more of this…”
Reita remembered the conversation. He chatted with Aoi at their campus cafeteria. From that conversation Reita found out that Tora often abused Aoi.
Aoi?
Reita notice the clothes that the person wore. It was the same costume that Aoi wore today.
“No…” Reita mumbled. “It’s impossible…” Reita ran to the person that still stayed unmoving in front of his door. Reita kneeled beside that person and touched the person. Slowly, Reita turned the person’s face. “Oh, my God… Aoi!?” Reita was really shocked when he saw the person’s face.
Gradually, Aoi moved. He opened his eyes and looked at Reita. “Re… Reita…”
“Thanks God you’re alive!” Reita said in a big relieve.
“Reita… I…”
“Hush now. Come on… let’s get inside…” Reita tried to help Aoi to stand.
But Reita didn’t have the time to do anything. Aoi hugged him really tight. Reita was surprised and for a moment, he fell silent. Reita could feel when Aoi’s body was trembling. He could also hear Aoi’s sobbing voice.
That time, Reita only wish for one thing: Aoi’s comfortable. He wanted Aoi to feel save around him. Reita put his arms around Aoi and hugged him. Reita wanted to muffle the tremble.
“I’m here, Aoi…” Reita whispered. “I’m here…”
*+*
…(Reita’s POV)...
I looked at the clock above my television. It was already nine minutes to eleven o’clock that night. I sighed. I didn’t know how many times I needed to calmed him.
You know? It’s a dilemmatic thing for me. In one condition, I’m glad that I live here alone. If I live here with my family, and my mom found out about a boy sitting in front of our apartment’s door with those wounds, I bet mom would be very hysterical about this. But in the other hand, I felt very hopeless. If only I live with my family, Aoi would get the aid he needed as soon as he arrived here. I bet he knocked on my door few times back then. I found another trace of blood on my door.
He’s asleep now. There, on my bed. He needed the comfort. His face still didn’t show the calmness I wished. But at least, he already fell asleep; he didn’t get hysterical anymore like before. To be honest, I’m panic. I’m scared. Moreover, when I saw those scars and bruises all over his body.
Yes, I saw it all. His condition - that kind of condition - made me couldn’t just stay still. I made him opened all of his clothes. Oh, no. To be exact, I’m the one who opened his clothes. The scars and wounds on his whole body should be cleaned. And Tora… that demon… what he had done until he created horrible wounds like that? Now I know why Aoi always had to hide those wounds on his body. I believe Aoi himself was dreaded to see all of those scars.
After I cleaned all the scars and bruises, I started to treat his wounds. Several times I heard Aoi groaned when the alcohol I used touched his wounded skin. His body was shivering. He tried to bear the pain.
Done with treating his wounds, I looked at Aoi’s shirt. That shirt… that shirt couldn’t be worn anymore. Well, Aoi could use it if the shirt already had buttons. OK. Let that be my problem. Aoi was too exhausted to even just trying to forget his pain. I lend him my shirt, the more comfortable shirt, a T-shirt that he could wear. I’m glad he didn’t reject it…
But, I thought that wouldn’t enough. Aoi’s condition made me think. Maybe food would add him more energy to recover faster.
At first, I was scared. I thought, asking him to eat would be as hard as asking him to opened his clothes earlier. I asked him to rest on my bed while I made porridge for him.
When I returned from my kitchen, with a bowl of porridge on my hands, I saw him. He just sat there. He’s holding something in his hands, but he refused to tell me what it was. Oh, well, I guess I could deal with it later.
Beyond a doubt, Aoi didn’t mind to eat the porridge I made. Previously, I wanted to help him to feeding him too, but he refused. In the end, I could only watch the television while waiting him finish his porridge.
Oh, did I really need to explain? Of course my attention didn’t attach to whatever appeared on the television in front of me, at all. I didn’t know what I watched. All I wanted to know was just did the porridge I made could enter his digestive track or not. Oh, what the heck am I thinking about…
“Reita…” He called with his soft voice.
His voice showed that his strength didn’t really recovered yet. I looked at him before I looked at the bowl on his hand. Well, that’s good. He could eat that much. He didn’t actually finish it. But I know, with that kind of condition, no food that could be really enjoyable. When I made it, I only thought, maybe porridge was the best choice. It’s more digestible than any other food. I sighed in relieved. At least, after he ate the porridge, I know I didn’t let him be with his empty stomach. I took the bowl from his hand and took it to the kitchen.
Done with the things in the kitchen, I returned to him. Now, he’s already sleeping. But several minutes before he drifted to his slumber, he said something about his…
Necklace.
Now, the necklace’s in my hand. He was wrong. Aoi was definitely wrong. He didn’t disappoint me like he feared before. Aoi was really scared to tell me about the necklace. I sat beside him on my bed and patted his head; tried to calm him a bit. It works… he opened his palm and showed me the already-not-intact necklace. The wing-pendant was already broken and the hook was already damaged. Tora slammed it hard enough until the necklace was already couldn’t be worn again. Even so, Aoi was the one who apologized many times. Really, it flustered me how to make him stop apologizing.
After I made him understand that it wasn’t his fault, Aoi fell silent. He lowered his gaze and covering his face with both of his hand. He cried again. Oh, God… I never, ever, want to see him crying. All I know was, at a time like this, a hug was the easiest thing you can do to calm someone down. So,
I hugged him.
It was a pretty long moment passed by as none of us said something at all. But not until few moments later, he tried to speak again.
It was about something I had in mind from the first time I saw him sitting in front of my apartment door: how did he get here? How did he do it with a lot of wounds like that on his body? Moreover, how did he know where my apartment is?
OK. So, from his story, I knew that he get here by a taxi. He ran away from Tora’s apartment. He wanted to call me, but his white cellphone’s battery was already out. Meanwhile, it was impossible to use his black cellphone. I knew it. He was scared that Tora might probably call him.
Then, how did he know my apartment address? I just found out that he stalked me after he left Sumire few days ago. He waited outside the café, around the block until I was done with my work. He followed me here. Yeah, after that, I know what happened. I remembered it all too well. We sent emails to each other. Then, when I opened the window, it was his tactic to know my room’s position. I just found out about all of that, today…
At a time like this, should I get mad at him? ‘Cause for me, his actions made him looked so inferior. But at the same time, it flattered me, to have such a stalker like Aoi. Oh, man. Either way, I was really grateful that he did that, ‘cause now, he knew that he had a place that could gave him safety.
Really, I’m happy that Aoi chose this place, my apartment as a shelter. I’m happy, that he sees me as a person that could gave him a sense of security. I’m happy for he believes in me.
I’m not going to waste it. Until he perfectly recovers, and he could go back to campus - he would never be able to go to campus with his current condition - I’ll nurse him. Oh, I’m sorry I have to smile at a time like this. But, I realized that I never thought like this about someone before. And when I knew I can be this… nice… it’s all because of this... Beautiful Being…
I will protect you, Aoi…
. . .
Oh, crap...
What am I doing?
What have I done? I… didn’t know that our face could be this close… when did it happened? Why didn’t I realize it? Since when I’m starring at his sleeping face this close? I mean… it’s only mere inch already…
No… I think it’s not just mere inch… I’ve… touched him… I’ve… kissed him… on his lips…
***+++…___...+++***
A/N: Oh, dear. ToT I have a little stress in writing this chapter… thanks to my Muses who went to picnic & hadn’t got home yet…*preparing traps for those muses*
Well, anyway, yeah, I know, it’s pretty short. I intended to make it longer, but I found it longer than I predict. 6(*_*) ..so, I have to cut it. The next part is written in Aoi’s POV. Wish me luck to finish it as soon as I can… I’ll try my best! (><)9
Chapter : 10/??
Author : kei_kyuuketsuki
Fandom : the GazettE, Alice Nine
Pairings : ReitaXAoi, ToraxAoi
Rating : R
Genre : drama, angst
Warning : it’s a pretty short chapter, and still: bad English
Disclaimer : Those boys belong to themselves. I only own the storyline and the idea.
Summary : the Beautiful Being’s happiness couldn’t last long. The Mean One will never let the Beautiful Being go… what will Reita do with it?
Comment : my muses won’t help me THIS TIME, especially Aoi-muse… he hates me so much… but I’m glad I could finish this one… it’s written in 3rd POV. Another note at the end of the post! Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Beauty; Chapter 2: Innocent; Chapter 3: View; Chapter 4: Blame;
Chapter 5: Truth; Chapter 6: Interest; Chapter 7: Smile; Chapter 8: Pain;
Chapter 9: Escape
PROTECTION
Reita stopped at the vending machine in front of his apartment building. He was just about to insert a coin into the machine, but he stopped himself. “I guess there are still three cans left…”
Reita put the coin back inside his jacket pocket. He then walked, leaving the vending machine. Reita entered his apartment building and walked to the elevator. He pressed the elevator button and waited. Reita saw something near the button. He was shocked when he saw blood on the button. He looked at his own finger that he used to press the button earlier. He felt relieved when the blood didn’t stain his finger. It was already dried.
“Why is there a blood here..?” Reita asked to himself.
The elevator door was opened and made Reita jumped. Reita entered the elevator and pressed the ‘3’ button inside the elevator. Again, Reita saw a trace of blood on the button. Reita started to Goosebumps. He remembered the horror movie he watched long time ago. In that movie, the terror came with leaving traces of blood like this. The one that made Reita nervous even more, the traces of blood where found at the buttons he pressed. That means the one that spread the terror was targeting one of the occupants on the third floor of this building, wasn’t it?
Reita shook his head. He tried to think rationally. It might be some kids’ pranks or something like that.
The elevator stopped. The door was opened and Reita walked out of the elevator. The scenery in front of him made him halted his step.
Someone was sitting on the floor in front of his room door. That person was leaning on the wall beside his door. Slowly, Reita walked closer to that person.
From his position, Reita presumed that the person was unconscious. Reita then started to aware the other traces of blood from the floor that he stepped on. That moment, Reita concluded that the traces of blood came from THAT person. But why did THAT person had to sprawled in front of his door? Did Reita know that person in the first place?
Aoi touched his own forehead carefully. “Oh, this…” Aoi showed his bitter smile. “No… this has nothing to do with Tora today. But, if Tora finds out about me, talking to you again today, I guess… he will add more of this…”
Reita remembered the conversation. He chatted with Aoi at their campus cafeteria. From that conversation Reita found out that Tora often abused Aoi.
Aoi?
Reita notice the clothes that the person wore. It was the same costume that Aoi wore today.
“No…” Reita mumbled. “It’s impossible…” Reita ran to the person that still stayed unmoving in front of his door. Reita kneeled beside that person and touched the person. Slowly, Reita turned the person’s face. “Oh, my God… Aoi!?” Reita was really shocked when he saw the person’s face.
Gradually, Aoi moved. He opened his eyes and looked at Reita. “Re… Reita…”
“Thanks God you’re alive!” Reita said in a big relieve.
“Reita… I…”
“Hush now. Come on… let’s get inside…” Reita tried to help Aoi to stand.
But Reita didn’t have the time to do anything. Aoi hugged him really tight. Reita was surprised and for a moment, he fell silent. Reita could feel when Aoi’s body was trembling. He could also hear Aoi’s sobbing voice.
That time, Reita only wish for one thing: Aoi’s comfortable. He wanted Aoi to feel save around him. Reita put his arms around Aoi and hugged him. Reita wanted to muffle the tremble.
“I’m here, Aoi…” Reita whispered. “I’m here…”
*+*
…(Reita’s POV)...
I looked at the clock above my television. It was already nine minutes to eleven o’clock that night. I sighed. I didn’t know how many times I needed to calmed him.
You know? It’s a dilemmatic thing for me. In one condition, I’m glad that I live here alone. If I live here with my family, and my mom found out about a boy sitting in front of our apartment’s door with those wounds, I bet mom would be very hysterical about this. But in the other hand, I felt very hopeless. If only I live with my family, Aoi would get the aid he needed as soon as he arrived here. I bet he knocked on my door few times back then. I found another trace of blood on my door.
He’s asleep now. There, on my bed. He needed the comfort. His face still didn’t show the calmness I wished. But at least, he already fell asleep; he didn’t get hysterical anymore like before. To be honest, I’m panic. I’m scared. Moreover, when I saw those scars and bruises all over his body.
Yes, I saw it all. His condition - that kind of condition - made me couldn’t just stay still. I made him opened all of his clothes. Oh, no. To be exact, I’m the one who opened his clothes. The scars and wounds on his whole body should be cleaned. And Tora… that demon… what he had done until he created horrible wounds like that? Now I know why Aoi always had to hide those wounds on his body. I believe Aoi himself was dreaded to see all of those scars.
After I cleaned all the scars and bruises, I started to treat his wounds. Several times I heard Aoi groaned when the alcohol I used touched his wounded skin. His body was shivering. He tried to bear the pain.
Done with treating his wounds, I looked at Aoi’s shirt. That shirt… that shirt couldn’t be worn anymore. Well, Aoi could use it if the shirt already had buttons. OK. Let that be my problem. Aoi was too exhausted to even just trying to forget his pain. I lend him my shirt, the more comfortable shirt, a T-shirt that he could wear. I’m glad he didn’t reject it…
But, I thought that wouldn’t enough. Aoi’s condition made me think. Maybe food would add him more energy to recover faster.
At first, I was scared. I thought, asking him to eat would be as hard as asking him to opened his clothes earlier. I asked him to rest on my bed while I made porridge for him.
When I returned from my kitchen, with a bowl of porridge on my hands, I saw him. He just sat there. He’s holding something in his hands, but he refused to tell me what it was. Oh, well, I guess I could deal with it later.
Beyond a doubt, Aoi didn’t mind to eat the porridge I made. Previously, I wanted to help him to feeding him too, but he refused. In the end, I could only watch the television while waiting him finish his porridge.
Oh, did I really need to explain? Of course my attention didn’t attach to whatever appeared on the television in front of me, at all. I didn’t know what I watched. All I wanted to know was just did the porridge I made could enter his digestive track or not. Oh, what the heck am I thinking about…
“Reita…” He called with his soft voice.
His voice showed that his strength didn’t really recovered yet. I looked at him before I looked at the bowl on his hand. Well, that’s good. He could eat that much. He didn’t actually finish it. But I know, with that kind of condition, no food that could be really enjoyable. When I made it, I only thought, maybe porridge was the best choice. It’s more digestible than any other food. I sighed in relieved. At least, after he ate the porridge, I know I didn’t let him be with his empty stomach. I took the bowl from his hand and took it to the kitchen.
Done with the things in the kitchen, I returned to him. Now, he’s already sleeping. But several minutes before he drifted to his slumber, he said something about his…
Necklace.
Now, the necklace’s in my hand. He was wrong. Aoi was definitely wrong. He didn’t disappoint me like he feared before. Aoi was really scared to tell me about the necklace. I sat beside him on my bed and patted his head; tried to calm him a bit. It works… he opened his palm and showed me the already-not-intact necklace. The wing-pendant was already broken and the hook was already damaged. Tora slammed it hard enough until the necklace was already couldn’t be worn again. Even so, Aoi was the one who apologized many times. Really, it flustered me how to make him stop apologizing.
After I made him understand that it wasn’t his fault, Aoi fell silent. He lowered his gaze and covering his face with both of his hand. He cried again. Oh, God… I never, ever, want to see him crying. All I know was, at a time like this, a hug was the easiest thing you can do to calm someone down. So,
I hugged him.
It was a pretty long moment passed by as none of us said something at all. But not until few moments later, he tried to speak again.
It was about something I had in mind from the first time I saw him sitting in front of my apartment door: how did he get here? How did he do it with a lot of wounds like that on his body? Moreover, how did he know where my apartment is?
OK. So, from his story, I knew that he get here by a taxi. He ran away from Tora’s apartment. He wanted to call me, but his white cellphone’s battery was already out. Meanwhile, it was impossible to use his black cellphone. I knew it. He was scared that Tora might probably call him.
Then, how did he know my apartment address? I just found out that he stalked me after he left Sumire few days ago. He waited outside the café, around the block until I was done with my work. He followed me here. Yeah, after that, I know what happened. I remembered it all too well. We sent emails to each other. Then, when I opened the window, it was his tactic to know my room’s position. I just found out about all of that, today…
At a time like this, should I get mad at him? ‘Cause for me, his actions made him looked so inferior. But at the same time, it flattered me, to have such a stalker like Aoi. Oh, man. Either way, I was really grateful that he did that, ‘cause now, he knew that he had a place that could gave him safety.
Really, I’m happy that Aoi chose this place, my apartment as a shelter. I’m happy, that he sees me as a person that could gave him a sense of security. I’m happy for he believes in me.
I’m not going to waste it. Until he perfectly recovers, and he could go back to campus - he would never be able to go to campus with his current condition - I’ll nurse him. Oh, I’m sorry I have to smile at a time like this. But, I realized that I never thought like this about someone before. And when I knew I can be this… nice… it’s all because of this... Beautiful Being…
I will protect you, Aoi…
. . .
Oh, crap...
What am I doing?
What have I done? I… didn’t know that our face could be this close… when did it happened? Why didn’t I realize it? Since when I’m starring at his sleeping face this close? I mean… it’s only mere inch already…
No… I think it’s not just mere inch… I’ve… touched him… I’ve… kissed him… on his lips…
***+++…___...+++***
A/N: Oh, dear. ToT I have a little stress in writing this chapter… thanks to my Muses who went to picnic & hadn’t got home yet…*preparing traps for those muses*
Well, anyway, yeah, I know, it’s pretty short. I intended to make it longer, but I found it longer than I predict. 6(*_*) ..so, I have to cut it. The next part is written in Aoi’s POV. Wish me luck to finish it as soon as I can… I’ll try my best! (><)9