Real Cinderella - Ni~yaxSakito - Chapter 4
Title: Real Cinderella
Author: etoilerose
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito
Rating: PG-13 OMG naughty wordsss.
Genre: AU (School)
Disclaimer: That's right. I own them and we have tea and crumpets together every afternoon, with the mad hatter and- oops, wrong universe.
Summary: The only child to a superflously rich couple, whatever Ni~ya wants, he gets it. But when he meets the shy, stolid and somewhat less fortunate Sakito, things may not be so easy...
Notes: I haven't been replying to all my comments as I used to, with studying and all supposedly taking up all my time, so I would just like to say in advance that I appreciate every single comment immensely, and thankyou for any suggestions or opinions you may have ♥
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
“What happened?”
Ni~ya looked at Ruka from the corner of his eye, slowing his chewing in deliberation over what the other meant.
“Huh?”
“I just accused you of staring at Sakito and you didn’t deny it. What happened?”
Snorting in obvious dismissal to the question, Ni~ya righted his gaze back onto the delicate boy sitting further down the food hall, riveted as if the sight of him monotonously placing food in his mouth as if he were watching some high-action TV drama.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask him.”
Ni~ya shook his head infinitesimally.
“No you won’t.”
But before he had even finished his sentence, Ruka leaped up and strode over to Sakito’s table, leaving his companion to stumble to his feet, toppling his chair with a curse and bounding in his wake.
“What happened with Ni~ya?”
Sakito’s face instantly flooded with crimson, and Ruka grinned a knowing, suggestive grin before Ni~ya arrived, cuffing him around the head.
“Nothing happened you fucking ass!”
Rubbing his injured skull, Ruka ignored the glares and questioning glances he was receiving, leaning into Sakito and speaking in a stage whisper.
“Do you want to get into Ni~ya’s pants, too?”
The effect on Sakito’s already burning face was devastating, and Ni~ya shoved his friend out of the way. He had been intending for a slightly more comfortable setting, but better to get all awkwardness over in one go…
“Meet me on the green at 5, okay?”
He said abruptly, making the request sound a lot like an order. He paused, but before any of the others could speak he turned away, dragging Ruka by the wrist and stomping back to his table stonily. Hitsugi turned to Sakito in confusion.
“What on earth was that about?”
“Well it doesn’t really matter, cause he isn’t going.”
Yomi slipped in before Sakito could react, making him frown in confusion.
“What do you have so against him?”
His inquiry was met by a dark expression from Yomi, and Hitsugi rolled his eyes with a long-serving weariness.
“Eleven years ago, Ni~ya-”
Hitsugi, we are not talking about this!!”
The smaller interrupted indignantly, causing Hitsugi to sigh and Sakito to look increasingly perplexed.
“Fine, go off with the scumbag, but don’t come crying to me when you realise who is in the right!”
***
Despite Yomi’s forceful indignance, and his own personal misgivings, just a few hours later Sakito found himself crossing the recreation field to where Ni~ya was seated, vaguely wishing he had the time to change out of his uncomfortable uniform as the other had. As he approached, Ni~ya stood up, a scowl on his face.
“You’re late.”
Sakito flinched slightly at his blunt statement, and Ni~ya’s face cleared a little, revealing something that was almost akin to regret on his face. He looked down, examining the slowly greening stems of grass in which his feet nestled.
“Look, I’m… sorry… about Saturday. I-”
His voice cut off abruptly, he opened his mouth to continue his speech, but eventually snapped it shut, grabbing a box from his pocket and thrusting it at Sakito like a weapon.
“Take in then!!”
At his impatient command, Sakito started, reaching out to take the item. Flipping the lid open hesitantly, he revealed a necklace, the chain short enough to encircle the neck closely, and composed of burnished silver links holding together argentite beads, each painstakingly carved into a delicate rose. His eyes widened at the obvious value of the adornment, bringing a vaguely patronising smile. Slowly his taken aback expression developed into a slight frown, concealing hints of suspicion.
“..Why? It’s so…”
His voice trailed out and Ni~ya shuffled, ignoring the nagging urges that thrilled through his body, driving him to just envelop the boy before him.
“Just… sorry. Think of it as a replacement for the one that was confiscated.”
He knew instinctively by the way Sakito’s confusion darkened that he had said the wrong thing.
“You think you can just buy everything, don’t you?”
He murmured softly, almost to himself.
“You can’t buy sentiment… you can’t buy people, Ni~ya!”
His voice rose slightly and he turned, walking away before he could see the hurt that flooded the other’s face. He heard something shouted after him, an angry, injured tone, but the words did not reach him.
It was only when he got home that he realised that the gift was still clasped tightly in his hand.
***
Ni~ya kicked the door open hard, the pain it caused in his launched foot only amplifying his intense aggravation. What did that kid want?! He had apologised- actually apologised! He had bought that beautiful choker; sure that Sakito would be happy, and for once caring about emotions outside of himself… And for what? To have everything thrown back in his face! He booted the unforgiving wood again, before slamming it behind him. The little jerk hadn’t even returned it either! Probably scampering off to pawn it away right now, he certainly seemed to need the money. Commoner.
He snorted, and was just about to storm upstairs when a raised voice halted his progress.
“Ni~ya!! Your father wishes to see you.”
The youth froze immediately, his eyes narrowing. His father was barely even home, spending most of his time jetting around the world engrossed in business deals. The last time Ni~ya had the pleasure of an audience with him; it was after he had been caught smoking, and the times before that had been no more pleasant. His mother appeared to be mulling over the same facts, for her mouth was drawn in apprehensive worry, and she looked at her son in a way that stated clearly, ‘what have you done now?’. Eventually, Ni~ya nodded, following her down the corridors and into one of the many living rooms that he was accustomed too, the familiar forbidding figure seated in a towering armchair. He didn’t waste any time in beginning, that was the way Ni~ya’s father was. Blunt, abrupt, and quickly brought to anger.
“So, Yuji. This is the way you decide to repay your family is it?”
That name again. Ni~ya winced, glowering at the floor as he waited for the rebuke.
“All we’ve ever asked of you! We’ve built the perfect life up around you, and all in exchange for such a simple thing, just to carry on the family’s name!”
His voice was rising, and Ni~ya sunk into resignation, realising where the rant was going, he really didn’t want to talk about this…
“One of the maids saw you with your little boyfriend. You thought you could get away with doing… that! In your own house?! I don’t know what kind of teenage rebellion this is, but its stopping! You are never seeing that boy again, you hear.”
Ni~ya’s eyes flashed upwards, and for once he met his father’s condemning gaze, glaring back with vehemence.
“I’ll see who I want!! Just you try and stop me!”
He spat out, the words fuelling his earlier anger into an inferno. The other’s eyes widened incredulously, and in a sudden movement he cleared the distance between them, raising his hand to bring the back of his palm resoundingly upon his son’s cheek, throwing his head to the side.
Ni~ya instantly flipped his infuriated gaze back, his eyes burning with uncontrollable indignance and rage.
“I’m not staying here. And I’ll sleep with 10 men every night just to spite you!”
His voice was reaching fever pitch. Before anyone could react he bolted from the room, instilling every fibre of his fury into the pounding of his footsteps. Oh, he would regret that…
***
After an hour wandering breathlessly through the streets, Ni~ya’s emotions began to abate into exhaustion, and he was reluctantly beginning to see the folly of his actions. He had left with nothing but the clothes he was wearing- the thin material becoming increasingly chilly in the fading light- no money, no nothing. He slumped to the floor, his back pressed against a no doubt grimy wall, ignoring the few people that passed by, looking at him strangely. He couldn’t go back, not tonight. It would be defeat, and yet what other options were there open to him? Sleep through the night on the pavement? He stretched out his kinked legs, not caring that he was obscuring the entire pathway, they could always walk around. Gingerly, he lowered his head onto the cold grimy concrete. So that was a no-go. He was just about to raise himself again when he felt something buffet against his shin, and a cry was released as someone landed on the other side of him with a thud, scattering the contents of two overloaded shopping bags.
Ni~ya sighed in irritation, supposing that he was expected to help the clumsy idiot to pick up all their groceries. He lifted his head, before fighting the urge to slam it back down. Not now, this was NOT the time!!
“Ni~ya..? Why are you lying on the pavement?”
Sakito stopped his recollecting of products, staring dubiously at the irritated looking, dusty-haired guy.
“Kicked myself out... or something”
He finally replied grudgingly, not wanting to discuss his somewhat unadvantageous position. Sakito frowned.
“Well where are you going to go?”
Ni~ya’s raised eyebrows answered the question for him, and he spoke exasperatedly.
“Well you can’t just sit here all night!! Who knows what could happen!”
Continuing to look at him with a faked nonchalance, Ni~ya shrugged. Sakito raised his eyes, his expression going through a thousand alterations as he tried to work around the only solution he could think of. Finally, he had to give in.
“Fine, you’ll just have to stay with me.”
“What if I don’t want-“
“So your going to sit on the streets all night? Don’t be an idiot.”
Ni~ya glared in the face of his logic, but picked himself up off the floor, allowing himself a final snipe to preserve his pride.
“I thought you were all pissed off at me?”
Sakito paused.
“… I am.”
***
After taking great pains to escape his mother’s astonishment and pandering when she recognised her guest, Sakito let his companion into his bedroom, feeling self-conscious as he remembered Ni~ya’s luxurious sleeping place. Sakito’s was small, dominated by a double bed that had come with them from their previous house. Everything was neat, though some of the objects were a little old and shabby, and there was a faint aroma of vanilla dancing in the air.
“You can have the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor”
Sakito announced quietly, causing Ni~ya to look around, looking confused and somewhat disappointed.
“Surely there’s enough room…”
“-It’s okay”
The other unbundled an old duvet from the cupboard whilst Ni~ya assured him that he could sleep in what he was wearing. Dumping the bedding on the ground, he retreated to what he identified as a small en-suite bathroom, eventually returning in an old t-shirt and boxers that gave Ni~ya a breath catching glimpse of his leggy figure before he concealed his slender limbs, curling up like a cat in the tangled sheets.
With a final, regretful yawn, Ni~ya slipped into the bed, feeling his exposed skin tingle against the material that had enclosed Sakito for night after night. He heaved himself over onto his side, his eyes, already drooping, automatically fixing on the other’s slightly upturned face, his lids down as he attempted to slip into unconciousness. For a while, Ni~ya traced lines across the uncovered skin with his eyes. His neck, jawbones, an arm curling up towards his body and a tantalisingly exposed portion of stomach. He smiled lightly, returning his gaze to the peacefully angelic face as he spoke, his tone cracking just above a whisper.
“Sakito… I really like you.”
He did not move, but Ni~ya could tell by the way his cheeks damasked slightly that he had heard. The smile breaking wider, he turned over, surrendering himself to the sweet dreams and oblivion of slumber.
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Now, to the English exam!!
Author: etoilerose
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito
Rating: PG-13 OMG naughty wordsss.
Genre: AU (School)
Disclaimer: That's right. I own them and we have tea and crumpets together every afternoon, with the mad hatter and- oops, wrong universe.
Summary: The only child to a superflously rich couple, whatever Ni~ya wants, he gets it. But when he meets the shy, stolid and somewhat less fortunate Sakito, things may not be so easy...
Notes: I haven't been replying to all my comments as I used to, with studying and all supposedly taking up all my time, so I would just like to say in advance that I appreciate every single comment immensely, and thankyou for any suggestions or opinions you may have ♥
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
“What happened?”
Ni~ya looked at Ruka from the corner of his eye, slowing his chewing in deliberation over what the other meant.
“Huh?”
“I just accused you of staring at Sakito and you didn’t deny it. What happened?”
Snorting in obvious dismissal to the question, Ni~ya righted his gaze back onto the delicate boy sitting further down the food hall, riveted as if the sight of him monotonously placing food in his mouth as if he were watching some high-action TV drama.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask him.”
Ni~ya shook his head infinitesimally.
“No you won’t.”
But before he had even finished his sentence, Ruka leaped up and strode over to Sakito’s table, leaving his companion to stumble to his feet, toppling his chair with a curse and bounding in his wake.
“What happened with Ni~ya?”
Sakito’s face instantly flooded with crimson, and Ruka grinned a knowing, suggestive grin before Ni~ya arrived, cuffing him around the head.
“Nothing happened you fucking ass!”
Rubbing his injured skull, Ruka ignored the glares and questioning glances he was receiving, leaning into Sakito and speaking in a stage whisper.
“Do you want to get into Ni~ya’s pants, too?”
The effect on Sakito’s already burning face was devastating, and Ni~ya shoved his friend out of the way. He had been intending for a slightly more comfortable setting, but better to get all awkwardness over in one go…
“Meet me on the green at 5, okay?”
He said abruptly, making the request sound a lot like an order. He paused, but before any of the others could speak he turned away, dragging Ruka by the wrist and stomping back to his table stonily. Hitsugi turned to Sakito in confusion.
“What on earth was that about?”
“Well it doesn’t really matter, cause he isn’t going.”
Yomi slipped in before Sakito could react, making him frown in confusion.
“What do you have so against him?”
His inquiry was met by a dark expression from Yomi, and Hitsugi rolled his eyes with a long-serving weariness.
“Eleven years ago, Ni~ya-”
Hitsugi, we are not talking about this!!”
The smaller interrupted indignantly, causing Hitsugi to sigh and Sakito to look increasingly perplexed.
“Fine, go off with the scumbag, but don’t come crying to me when you realise who is in the right!”
***
Despite Yomi’s forceful indignance, and his own personal misgivings, just a few hours later Sakito found himself crossing the recreation field to where Ni~ya was seated, vaguely wishing he had the time to change out of his uncomfortable uniform as the other had. As he approached, Ni~ya stood up, a scowl on his face.
“You’re late.”
Sakito flinched slightly at his blunt statement, and Ni~ya’s face cleared a little, revealing something that was almost akin to regret on his face. He looked down, examining the slowly greening stems of grass in which his feet nestled.
“Look, I’m… sorry… about Saturday. I-”
His voice cut off abruptly, he opened his mouth to continue his speech, but eventually snapped it shut, grabbing a box from his pocket and thrusting it at Sakito like a weapon.
“Take in then!!”
At his impatient command, Sakito started, reaching out to take the item. Flipping the lid open hesitantly, he revealed a necklace, the chain short enough to encircle the neck closely, and composed of burnished silver links holding together argentite beads, each painstakingly carved into a delicate rose. His eyes widened at the obvious value of the adornment, bringing a vaguely patronising smile. Slowly his taken aback expression developed into a slight frown, concealing hints of suspicion.
“..Why? It’s so…”
His voice trailed out and Ni~ya shuffled, ignoring the nagging urges that thrilled through his body, driving him to just envelop the boy before him.
“Just… sorry. Think of it as a replacement for the one that was confiscated.”
He knew instinctively by the way Sakito’s confusion darkened that he had said the wrong thing.
“You think you can just buy everything, don’t you?”
He murmured softly, almost to himself.
“You can’t buy sentiment… you can’t buy people, Ni~ya!”
His voice rose slightly and he turned, walking away before he could see the hurt that flooded the other’s face. He heard something shouted after him, an angry, injured tone, but the words did not reach him.
It was only when he got home that he realised that the gift was still clasped tightly in his hand.
***
Ni~ya kicked the door open hard, the pain it caused in his launched foot only amplifying his intense aggravation. What did that kid want?! He had apologised- actually apologised! He had bought that beautiful choker; sure that Sakito would be happy, and for once caring about emotions outside of himself… And for what? To have everything thrown back in his face! He booted the unforgiving wood again, before slamming it behind him. The little jerk hadn’t even returned it either! Probably scampering off to pawn it away right now, he certainly seemed to need the money. Commoner.
He snorted, and was just about to storm upstairs when a raised voice halted his progress.
“Ni~ya!! Your father wishes to see you.”
The youth froze immediately, his eyes narrowing. His father was barely even home, spending most of his time jetting around the world engrossed in business deals. The last time Ni~ya had the pleasure of an audience with him; it was after he had been caught smoking, and the times before that had been no more pleasant. His mother appeared to be mulling over the same facts, for her mouth was drawn in apprehensive worry, and she looked at her son in a way that stated clearly, ‘what have you done now?’. Eventually, Ni~ya nodded, following her down the corridors and into one of the many living rooms that he was accustomed too, the familiar forbidding figure seated in a towering armchair. He didn’t waste any time in beginning, that was the way Ni~ya’s father was. Blunt, abrupt, and quickly brought to anger.
“So, Yuji. This is the way you decide to repay your family is it?”
That name again. Ni~ya winced, glowering at the floor as he waited for the rebuke.
“All we’ve ever asked of you! We’ve built the perfect life up around you, and all in exchange for such a simple thing, just to carry on the family’s name!”
His voice was rising, and Ni~ya sunk into resignation, realising where the rant was going, he really didn’t want to talk about this…
“One of the maids saw you with your little boyfriend. You thought you could get away with doing… that! In your own house?! I don’t know what kind of teenage rebellion this is, but its stopping! You are never seeing that boy again, you hear.”
Ni~ya’s eyes flashed upwards, and for once he met his father’s condemning gaze, glaring back with vehemence.
“I’ll see who I want!! Just you try and stop me!”
He spat out, the words fuelling his earlier anger into an inferno. The other’s eyes widened incredulously, and in a sudden movement he cleared the distance between them, raising his hand to bring the back of his palm resoundingly upon his son’s cheek, throwing his head to the side.
Ni~ya instantly flipped his infuriated gaze back, his eyes burning with uncontrollable indignance and rage.
“I’m not staying here. And I’ll sleep with 10 men every night just to spite you!”
His voice was reaching fever pitch. Before anyone could react he bolted from the room, instilling every fibre of his fury into the pounding of his footsteps. Oh, he would regret that…
***
After an hour wandering breathlessly through the streets, Ni~ya’s emotions began to abate into exhaustion, and he was reluctantly beginning to see the folly of his actions. He had left with nothing but the clothes he was wearing- the thin material becoming increasingly chilly in the fading light- no money, no nothing. He slumped to the floor, his back pressed against a no doubt grimy wall, ignoring the few people that passed by, looking at him strangely. He couldn’t go back, not tonight. It would be defeat, and yet what other options were there open to him? Sleep through the night on the pavement? He stretched out his kinked legs, not caring that he was obscuring the entire pathway, they could always walk around. Gingerly, he lowered his head onto the cold grimy concrete. So that was a no-go. He was just about to raise himself again when he felt something buffet against his shin, and a cry was released as someone landed on the other side of him with a thud, scattering the contents of two overloaded shopping bags.
Ni~ya sighed in irritation, supposing that he was expected to help the clumsy idiot to pick up all their groceries. He lifted his head, before fighting the urge to slam it back down. Not now, this was NOT the time!!
“Ni~ya..? Why are you lying on the pavement?”
Sakito stopped his recollecting of products, staring dubiously at the irritated looking, dusty-haired guy.
“Kicked myself out... or something”
He finally replied grudgingly, not wanting to discuss his somewhat unadvantageous position. Sakito frowned.
“Well where are you going to go?”
Ni~ya’s raised eyebrows answered the question for him, and he spoke exasperatedly.
“Well you can’t just sit here all night!! Who knows what could happen!”
Continuing to look at him with a faked nonchalance, Ni~ya shrugged. Sakito raised his eyes, his expression going through a thousand alterations as he tried to work around the only solution he could think of. Finally, he had to give in.
“Fine, you’ll just have to stay with me.”
“What if I don’t want-“
“So your going to sit on the streets all night? Don’t be an idiot.”
Ni~ya glared in the face of his logic, but picked himself up off the floor, allowing himself a final snipe to preserve his pride.
“I thought you were all pissed off at me?”
Sakito paused.
“… I am.”
***
After taking great pains to escape his mother’s astonishment and pandering when she recognised her guest, Sakito let his companion into his bedroom, feeling self-conscious as he remembered Ni~ya’s luxurious sleeping place. Sakito’s was small, dominated by a double bed that had come with them from their previous house. Everything was neat, though some of the objects were a little old and shabby, and there was a faint aroma of vanilla dancing in the air.
“You can have the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor”
Sakito announced quietly, causing Ni~ya to look around, looking confused and somewhat disappointed.
“Surely there’s enough room…”
“-It’s okay”
The other unbundled an old duvet from the cupboard whilst Ni~ya assured him that he could sleep in what he was wearing. Dumping the bedding on the ground, he retreated to what he identified as a small en-suite bathroom, eventually returning in an old t-shirt and boxers that gave Ni~ya a breath catching glimpse of his leggy figure before he concealed his slender limbs, curling up like a cat in the tangled sheets.
With a final, regretful yawn, Ni~ya slipped into the bed, feeling his exposed skin tingle against the material that had enclosed Sakito for night after night. He heaved himself over onto his side, his eyes, already drooping, automatically fixing on the other’s slightly upturned face, his lids down as he attempted to slip into unconciousness. For a while, Ni~ya traced lines across the uncovered skin with his eyes. His neck, jawbones, an arm curling up towards his body and a tantalisingly exposed portion of stomach. He smiled lightly, returning his gaze to the peacefully angelic face as he spoke, his tone cracking just above a whisper.
“Sakito… I really like you.”
He did not move, but Ni~ya could tell by the way his cheeks damasked slightly that he had heard. The smile breaking wider, he turned over, surrendering himself to the sweet dreams and oblivion of slumber.
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Now, to the English exam!!