Real Cinderella - Ni~yaxSakito - Chapter 8
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 superfluously 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: Ahhh a long wait on this one, sorry! And also apologies for the shortness..
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Ni~ya never could work out how Sakito had persuaded him to partake in a Tiddlywinks rematch, but however it had come to be he was now seated across from the grudging midget of a boy, who was already looking triumphant. He moved his eyes from his opponent, to the selection of discs before his, his face wrinkling in disdain. What if anyone walked in now?! He would never live it down… Not that he really stood much chance of that, in consideration, since Ruka had popped up as soon as he had agreed. Ruka… did he have an embarrassment-of-Ni~ya radar strapped to his head or something? As if reminded, he threw a cursory glare at the gleefully amused face, before deciding it was best to get the event over and done with.
“How do I even do this?”
He muttered sulkily, causing Yomi to shoot him a rebuking look.
“You should remember! You played it all the time in First School-”
“No I didn’t! I’d never be so stupid!!”
But his protest only earned him the most infuriating of looks from Yomi, and a growing grin from Sakito, who had pulled up a seat beside him, at his forceful indignance. Ni~ya and this... game-thing of Yomi’s was just too good a match.
He had almost gained his composure when Yomi announced a demonstration and, with a look of utmost concentration on his face, flicked a counter into a waiting pot, making him burst out into sudden laughter.
“Sakito, I know you just find it funny thinking of how much Ni~ya is going to cry when I beat him, but I need my concentration!”
Ni~ya looked up with and expression that was the epitome of offence.
“I am not going to cry over these stupid counters!!”
“Um, actually, they are called winks…”
Ni~ya looked as if he were going to try and imitate Yomi’s flicking action for a moment, before just scooping up a handful of multicoloured disks and smashing them into the pot.
“There! I win!”
Yomi’s mouth dropped open.
“YOU CHEATED AGAIN!!”
“What?! I got them into the pot didn’t I?”
The two dissolved into a relentless argument, Ruka and Sakito laughing bounteously in the background whilst Hitsugi desperately tried to apologize to the former for Yomi’s behaviour. For Sakito however the amusement induced recognition of a certain… need, and he was forced to leave the hilarity behind, announcing that he would be back in a second and walking down the corridor with what no doubt looked to passers-by like a deranged grin on his face.
The moment he opened the toilet door he was hit by a wave of cigarette smoke and a host of hostile eyes, owned by an extremely imposing group of guys obviously senior to him by their statures. He gulped, reassuring himself somewhat ineffectively that he had nothing to do with them and making for a cubicle seeing as the gang were so efficiently blocking any other option.
Locking the door behind him, the relief he felt at being shielded from their faces dissolved with conversation, as the idle talk of the cluster dropped into a suspicious silence. Just as Sakito was balancing up the odds of sacrificing his pride and just finding another bathroom, a crashing noise made his fears valid and his hand jumped straight to the lock, twisting in one movement.
It was jammed.
His stomach dropped as he yanked at the catch harder, and then a few times in succession, frantically. What was this?! Somehow he registered jeering words, a torrent of insults led by one scathingly strong tone. Queer, faggot… the words were suddenly drowned out beneath a paralysing cascade as his entire body was hit with a continuous torrent of water, soaking through his clothes as if they were tissue paper.
He squeaked in shock, eliciting an immediate increase in background derision, reaching for the lock again and wrenching it downwards as if his life depended on it. There was a startling release and he fell outwards, sodden locks of hair falling into his eyes. Something grabbed at his arm but he jerked away with instinctive strength and lunged out into the corridor, his shoes squeaking on the linoleum.
It was no surprise really that the sight of an unfamiliar boy, drenched and fleeing desperately down the hallway soon drew a distinctly sizeable crowd, their footsteps thrumming as the sought to discover the reason for the excitement. Sakito barely noticed, his energy focused on running and luck on not slipping to a painful halt, until at the last moment he realised his path was blocked and he thudded jarringly into another body, making it give slightly in surprise.
The spectators bit their lips in pity, or gleeful anticipation in turn. Everyone knew Ni~ya, had seen his outraged indignance at merely being jostled; this stranger had almost knocked him to the floor. But to their dumbstruck surprise the boy was not shoved away, showered with threats that throbbed like beestings. He was captured as he reflexively tried to bolt, finding himself crushed to a comfortingly strong chest and seeping damp into his saviour’s shirt. It took him a while to realise that Ni~ya’s surprise had abated and he was almost shaking with anger.
“Who the hell did this?!”
He snapped his head up heatedly, irises sparking. Someone knew, and as always, that person would obey his commands as usual, surely. But the crowd was busy absorbing the scene, the way his hand was pressed protectively, too close to Sakito’s hip; the way the other seemed to sink into his form as if it were amber that could encapsulate and shield him from the rest of the world. Their eyes were cool, fast becoming chillier and he found himself utterly antagonised by their indifference.
“Who?! Who was it?!”
He clenched his teeth, grinding the bone together so hard it was painful. For a long while the silence drew out, until a lazy voice slipped out into the quiet.
“What does it matter to you?”
The crowd turned in the direction of the tone, their faces far from surprised after observing the scene. Among them, dripping arrogance as if it were grease from a fast food meal was a tall boy, his lips curved into a sneer and eyebrows raised in a question he had already seen the answer to. Ni~ya hesitated, an uncharacteristic action, before he hurled back his snapped reply
“That- that’s none of your business!”
The other’s smirk grew as Ni~ya sized him up, knowing there was a name somewhere in his memory to slot over that face. I… Ichiro. That was it. He was a person who had never seen fit to enter Ni~ya’s life, and was renowned for doing so for the worst of reasons. He was clever, cruel, but close-minded above all. He had brought down the entire community on misfits, driven foreign students from the school, but above all he was known for one overriding prejudice; that for homosexuality.
It had not occurred to Ni~ya that anything bad could be born from his affections for Sakito. It was what had made him so forward when he had acknowledged the feelings and it was what threw him off-balance now. Suddenly the posse of vague supporters he was accustomed to had turned their backs, and he was faced with this guy he had thought never to cross paths with, who towered above him in both years and stature. It was unsettling and he hated it.
“Are you in looove? Pounding into his ass every night I’ll bet and you don’t even have the manners to feel ashamed and hide it? Fucking disgusting.”
Ni~ya snapped immediately, rational thinking leaving his head as he wrenched his arms away from Sakito and lunged towards that contemptuous jeer. For a moment the crowd held its breath, until a desperate hand flung out to grasp the enraged boy’s clothing, the owner of the contact rather than his physical strength pulling him back. Seemingly unaffected by the sudden movement, Ichiro’s continued his infuriatingly silken words.
“So maybe you ARE ashamed, eh?”
He grinned knowingly, and Ni~ya felt his body clenching uncontrollably. He was ashamed, he was burning with it and it angered him until he was sure he would just combust. He wanted to scream, spit and hiss and rend a hole through the entire world, wipe those eyes from staring at his form so mortifyingly. Those who had fawned over and pandered to him… in an instant they were delighted to watch him being cut down. They were disgusting, yet he could not find the words to tell them so, his tongue that he was sure could leave anyone cowering had fled his parched mouth.
He stood floundering, uncomfortable warmth rushing upwards until he was sure it would flood his eyes and he had to turn away, grabbing Sakito’s hand and yanking him in his wake, the other more than glad to follow the unspoken command. His defeat was instantaneously recognised and a chorus erupted as he turned his back, irrefutably led by the crowing of that one, hateful voice.
“I told you! He’s a filthy gay! Go on, run away! Piss off you little fag!”
Nails dug deep into Sakito’s wrist, making him wince as he was whisked along faster, air catching in his throat until they burst out into rational daylight and suddenly, wet and shaking, he could breathe again.
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 superfluously 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: Ahhh a long wait on this one, sorry! And also apologies for the shortness..
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Ni~ya never could work out how Sakito had persuaded him to partake in a Tiddlywinks rematch, but however it had come to be he was now seated across from the grudging midget of a boy, who was already looking triumphant. He moved his eyes from his opponent, to the selection of discs before his, his face wrinkling in disdain. What if anyone walked in now?! He would never live it down… Not that he really stood much chance of that, in consideration, since Ruka had popped up as soon as he had agreed. Ruka… did he have an embarrassment-of-Ni~ya radar strapped to his head or something? As if reminded, he threw a cursory glare at the gleefully amused face, before deciding it was best to get the event over and done with.
“How do I even do this?”
He muttered sulkily, causing Yomi to shoot him a rebuking look.
“You should remember! You played it all the time in First School-”
“No I didn’t! I’d never be so stupid!!”
But his protest only earned him the most infuriating of looks from Yomi, and a growing grin from Sakito, who had pulled up a seat beside him, at his forceful indignance. Ni~ya and this... game-thing of Yomi’s was just too good a match.
He had almost gained his composure when Yomi announced a demonstration and, with a look of utmost concentration on his face, flicked a counter into a waiting pot, making him burst out into sudden laughter.
“Sakito, I know you just find it funny thinking of how much Ni~ya is going to cry when I beat him, but I need my concentration!”
Ni~ya looked up with and expression that was the epitome of offence.
“I am not going to cry over these stupid counters!!”
“Um, actually, they are called winks…”
Ni~ya looked as if he were going to try and imitate Yomi’s flicking action for a moment, before just scooping up a handful of multicoloured disks and smashing them into the pot.
“There! I win!”
Yomi’s mouth dropped open.
“YOU CHEATED AGAIN!!”
“What?! I got them into the pot didn’t I?”
The two dissolved into a relentless argument, Ruka and Sakito laughing bounteously in the background whilst Hitsugi desperately tried to apologize to the former for Yomi’s behaviour. For Sakito however the amusement induced recognition of a certain… need, and he was forced to leave the hilarity behind, announcing that he would be back in a second and walking down the corridor with what no doubt looked to passers-by like a deranged grin on his face.
The moment he opened the toilet door he was hit by a wave of cigarette smoke and a host of hostile eyes, owned by an extremely imposing group of guys obviously senior to him by their statures. He gulped, reassuring himself somewhat ineffectively that he had nothing to do with them and making for a cubicle seeing as the gang were so efficiently blocking any other option.
Locking the door behind him, the relief he felt at being shielded from their faces dissolved with conversation, as the idle talk of the cluster dropped into a suspicious silence. Just as Sakito was balancing up the odds of sacrificing his pride and just finding another bathroom, a crashing noise made his fears valid and his hand jumped straight to the lock, twisting in one movement.
It was jammed.
His stomach dropped as he yanked at the catch harder, and then a few times in succession, frantically. What was this?! Somehow he registered jeering words, a torrent of insults led by one scathingly strong tone. Queer, faggot… the words were suddenly drowned out beneath a paralysing cascade as his entire body was hit with a continuous torrent of water, soaking through his clothes as if they were tissue paper.
He squeaked in shock, eliciting an immediate increase in background derision, reaching for the lock again and wrenching it downwards as if his life depended on it. There was a startling release and he fell outwards, sodden locks of hair falling into his eyes. Something grabbed at his arm but he jerked away with instinctive strength and lunged out into the corridor, his shoes squeaking on the linoleum.
It was no surprise really that the sight of an unfamiliar boy, drenched and fleeing desperately down the hallway soon drew a distinctly sizeable crowd, their footsteps thrumming as the sought to discover the reason for the excitement. Sakito barely noticed, his energy focused on running and luck on not slipping to a painful halt, until at the last moment he realised his path was blocked and he thudded jarringly into another body, making it give slightly in surprise.
The spectators bit their lips in pity, or gleeful anticipation in turn. Everyone knew Ni~ya, had seen his outraged indignance at merely being jostled; this stranger had almost knocked him to the floor. But to their dumbstruck surprise the boy was not shoved away, showered with threats that throbbed like beestings. He was captured as he reflexively tried to bolt, finding himself crushed to a comfortingly strong chest and seeping damp into his saviour’s shirt. It took him a while to realise that Ni~ya’s surprise had abated and he was almost shaking with anger.
“Who the hell did this?!”
He snapped his head up heatedly, irises sparking. Someone knew, and as always, that person would obey his commands as usual, surely. But the crowd was busy absorbing the scene, the way his hand was pressed protectively, too close to Sakito’s hip; the way the other seemed to sink into his form as if it were amber that could encapsulate and shield him from the rest of the world. Their eyes were cool, fast becoming chillier and he found himself utterly antagonised by their indifference.
“Who?! Who was it?!”
He clenched his teeth, grinding the bone together so hard it was painful. For a long while the silence drew out, until a lazy voice slipped out into the quiet.
“What does it matter to you?”
The crowd turned in the direction of the tone, their faces far from surprised after observing the scene. Among them, dripping arrogance as if it were grease from a fast food meal was a tall boy, his lips curved into a sneer and eyebrows raised in a question he had already seen the answer to. Ni~ya hesitated, an uncharacteristic action, before he hurled back his snapped reply
“That- that’s none of your business!”
The other’s smirk grew as Ni~ya sized him up, knowing there was a name somewhere in his memory to slot over that face. I… Ichiro. That was it. He was a person who had never seen fit to enter Ni~ya’s life, and was renowned for doing so for the worst of reasons. He was clever, cruel, but close-minded above all. He had brought down the entire community on misfits, driven foreign students from the school, but above all he was known for one overriding prejudice; that for homosexuality.
It had not occurred to Ni~ya that anything bad could be born from his affections for Sakito. It was what had made him so forward when he had acknowledged the feelings and it was what threw him off-balance now. Suddenly the posse of vague supporters he was accustomed to had turned their backs, and he was faced with this guy he had thought never to cross paths with, who towered above him in both years and stature. It was unsettling and he hated it.
“Are you in looove? Pounding into his ass every night I’ll bet and you don’t even have the manners to feel ashamed and hide it? Fucking disgusting.”
Ni~ya snapped immediately, rational thinking leaving his head as he wrenched his arms away from Sakito and lunged towards that contemptuous jeer. For a moment the crowd held its breath, until a desperate hand flung out to grasp the enraged boy’s clothing, the owner of the contact rather than his physical strength pulling him back. Seemingly unaffected by the sudden movement, Ichiro’s continued his infuriatingly silken words.
“So maybe you ARE ashamed, eh?”
He grinned knowingly, and Ni~ya felt his body clenching uncontrollably. He was ashamed, he was burning with it and it angered him until he was sure he would just combust. He wanted to scream, spit and hiss and rend a hole through the entire world, wipe those eyes from staring at his form so mortifyingly. Those who had fawned over and pandered to him… in an instant they were delighted to watch him being cut down. They were disgusting, yet he could not find the words to tell them so, his tongue that he was sure could leave anyone cowering had fled his parched mouth.
He stood floundering, uncomfortable warmth rushing upwards until he was sure it would flood his eyes and he had to turn away, grabbing Sakito’s hand and yanking him in his wake, the other more than glad to follow the unspoken command. His defeat was instantaneously recognised and a chorus erupted as he turned his back, irrefutably led by the crowing of that one, hateful voice.
“I told you! He’s a filthy gay! Go on, run away! Piss off you little fag!”
Nails dug deep into Sakito’s wrist, making him wince as he was whisked along faster, air catching in his throat until they burst out into rational daylight and suddenly, wet and shaking, he could breathe again.