Real Cinderella - Ni~yaxSakito - Chapter 10
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: I don't like this chapter x_x; It seems I wrote it badly but maybe someone will make of it something different. I'm itching to start the next fic that I have planned and I feel like this is tapering out? Either way we are probably nearing the end.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
When Sakito woke up in Ni~ya’s arms it was not with a lurch, starting upwards in a desperate attempt to place his surroundings and work out what had happened and what had not. No, he slipped from dreams to reality in a smooth and natural movement, his eyelids raising with slight lethargy to reveal to him no more than a close-up of Ni~ya’s nose thanks to their proximity. He could remember how far their actions had travelled just as well as he could the maddeningly perfect sensation of Ni~ya’s hands against his skin, and he knew that, even with it being that their experience had not reached total fruition, they had sealed a bond he would no longer be able to disregard.
He drew his gaze away to the window, frowning slightly as he saw that dark had already fallen. His mother would be throwing anxious glances from their window now, worry infiltrating her thoughts- the natural response of a parent, particularly that of a single child. Ni~ya groaned in an entirely different way to that which he had done earlier as Sakito tried to detach his arms from around his waist, wriggling from the grasp with equal reluctance.
He half-expected to be pulled back down, but Ni~ya was obviously too drowsy to react as he untangled himself and stood up, the cold air hitting his bare, but thankfully now dry, skin and causing a tremor. Once he had adjusted to the change in level, he identified his shirt lying crumpled at the side of the bed, obviously having been completely dislodged from his shoulders and discarded to the floor at some point. Bending down for closer inspection, he found the garment to be still considerably damp, and was considering what to do when a white parachute whooshed down onto his head and he squeaked in surprise.
“Wear mine.”
Sitting up languidly, Ni~ya watched as the boy on the floor untangled himself from the thrown clothing, slipping his slender arms through the sleeves and relishing the feel of the fabric that was so ingrained with the scent and touch of Ni~ya against his skin.
Once Sakito was once more fully dressed, the blonde stood up, throwing an arm around his shoulders before letting his hand slide downwards to hook around the waist.
“C’mon, I’ll take you home.”
Sakito cast an eye over his bare upper half, which he obviously did not intend to clothe, and tousled hair, raising a hand automatically to try and smooth his own messed locks.
“You’ll be cold! And if anyone sees us, they’ll know… they’ll think…”
Ni~ya used his grip to pull the worried boy closer with a grin.
“So what? Let them think! Anyway, it’s warm in my car.”
Let them think… Sakito winced as he remembered the results of one’s thinking earlier. The whole Ichiro event had obviously escaped Ni~ya’s head now, maybe that was just his way of dealing with things. Either way, for Sakito, it kept on rearing its ugly head again and again, casting a wet blanket over his emotions. Those guys surely weren’t going to leave them alone yet, and he found he was equally worried for Ni~ya as he was for himself. Ni~ya and his ridiculous sense of confidence… he had been certain that nothing could break it and now he wasn’t so sure; all he knew was that he didn’t want it to leave. Not in the slightest.
As Sakito fretted, Ni~ya led him downstairs, the loose contact that remained around his waist making him flush and hang back as they passed an obviously disapproving household member. Soon though, they escaped out into the dark air, Ni~ya seemingly unaffected by the slight chill, and after a swift call they were headed for Sakito’s house- an address the chauffeur was becoming increasingly acquainted with.
When the thrumming vehicle pulled up, Sakito could see his mother at the kitchen window. Any other youth may have faced a lecture now, an irritatingly long sermon on the worries of an estranged parent and lost trust. When Sakito pushed open the door however, she had set aside her earlier concern and met him with a slightly teasing smile.
“Coming home in someone else’s shirt eh?”
Sakito’s eyes widened and he flushed in embarrassment, making her laugh lightly.
“Mothers know these things. Anyway don’t worry, you’re a teenager I know, hormones, you have certain urges you can’t-”
“We never-… we didn’t do that!”
He spluttered, increasing her amusement, though he was sure she concealed a great deal of relief beneath it- for that was how she was, and no parent likes to see their child growing up in such a genre. Sakito smiled incredulously, making for the shower and some time later, bed. He tried not to think about the day that lay in wait for him.
***
Sakito could not help but be confused when, as the lunch bell rang, nothing remotely out of the ordinary had happened. He had been sure that those thugs would be making hell for him, and yet not one had crossed his path for the entire morning… had he somehow been wrong? Giving a dismissive shrug, he stood up and hoisted a pile of textbooks too bulky for his shoulder bag into his arms and began to make his way down the corridor; hurrying to stow the burden in his locker before he met Ni~ya.
It was only when he was half-way there however, that he was given cause to falter and regret ever bringing the topic of Ichiro’s gang into his head, for there they were. Walking towards him, they dominated the space, making opposite traffic squeeze unquestioningly to the side. Sakito gulped.
Already knowing it was hopeless, he tried to meld with the crowd and siphon off around the group, but he was swiftly blocked by a solid frame that had him stumbling backwards, barely daring to look up.
“Oh look, it’s Mr Model-Student! You might as well give up, whatever grades you get; no one’ll give a job to a fag like you.”
Ichiro’s hand connected with the load of books, making Sakito’s grip buckle and sending them crashing down, soon scattered across the floor when he kicked the vaguely intact pile viciously. Before he could follow his impulse and drop down to retrieve the tomes, he was almost sent tumbling to the ground himself as he was shouldered past, and the mob carried on past, some idly kicking his property further up the hallway as they went.
Exhaling shakily, Sakito knelt to pick up the first book, frowning as his hands trembled towards it. He could feel his eyes prickling as the event finally drilled it’s way into his mind, and as he cast about for his possessions nigh hopelessly among the legs of passing students. Legs that moved ever onwards, even the sets that let out a laugh or jibe at his expense did not falter. He bowed his head further, making his hair fall forward and conceal his face from the crowds. Why did they have to do this?! He surely would be floating amongst the clouds with these thoughts of, moments with Ni~ya, were it not for these people so intent on ruining it… He blinked repeatedly, trying to will back the burning, but nevertheless he was still almost crying when a hand gripped his hunched shoulder, and he flung himself around in surprise to see the culprit.
“Sakito! What happened?!”
It was Hitsugi, his face a picture of concern as he lowered himself to help gather the scattered belongings, casting an annoyed look at Yomi after a few moments, who was standing watching with his arms crossed.
“Help us will you?!”
Yomi released a burdened sigh but obeyed, albeit slightly uselessly, so that it was mainly Sakito and Hitsugi who ended up with a pile of books once more.
“The canteen is going to be shut soon…”
Hitsugi turned a blind eye to his friend’s whining however; focusing on gleaning information from Sakito, again touching his shoulder lightly in worry.
“Because Ni~ya and I are… Well, that guy doesn’t like it.”
At the unfinished statement, Yomi perked in interest.
“You and Ni~ya are what?”
Sakito coloured, stammering slightly until it was only too obvious “what” the two were, and finally Hitsugi intervened.
“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that-”
“Yeah… whatever. So, you two are going to get beaten up now?”
Sakito’s head flipped to him, looking shocked and slightly worried.
“Yomi!! That’s not the way to-”
But Hitsugi was once more interrupted.
“Well, nice knowing you.”
Both of his companions stared in amplified confusion as Yomi turned and started walking away, until Hitsugi reached out a hand and caught his collar, halting his movement and pulling him backwards.
“What?! I don’t want to get beaten up!”
Hitsugi made a slight noise of incredulousness, jerking at Yomi’s collar as he released to turn the short boy to face him.
“You know Yomi, every time you open your mouth I think, ‘that’s it, that’s the lowest he could possibly go’; and every single time, you prove me wrong! Sakito is our friend! You can’t just abandon him when he most needs you! We are going to stand by him and help him beat these people!”
Yomi raised his eyebrows, not even appearing to consider Hitsugi’s put out explanation.
“But I don’t wanna get beaten up.”
Sensing another outburst from Hitsugi however, he ducked away almost as soon as he uttered the words, and as anticipated Hitsugi went after him, indignant about his utter lack of moral integrity.
“Oh fine, fine… I’ll stand by him and everything, let’s just eat already!”
***
After an impatient wait at Sakito’s locker, Yomi was granted his wish and they entered the dining hall, Ni~ya’s eyes connecting with them by default. Hesitating, Sakito glanced over, loath to abandon Yomi and Hitsugi when they… when Hitsugi had been so kind to him. Thankfully however he was spared the decision when Ruka hopped up from his seat and over to them, earning a glare from his blonde friend as he ushered all three over to the table. After a slightly awkward start, Hitsugi was soon nattering on about his cat (something Sakito and in particular Yomi now knew to note as a regular lunchtime topic) whilst Yomi endeavoured to explain the rules of Tiddlywinks to Ruka, who was leaning forward intently in what could have been mock or true interest.
As the conversation progressed, Sakito began to notice with slightly self-conscious amusement that all three of his companions were focused greatly on his proximity to Ni~ya. At first he smiled, but the expression soon wavered as he realised that the majority of the hall was in fact doing the same thing. He felt a lurch in his stomach and quickly scanned for a sight of Ichiro that luckily turned out to be fruitless. He relaxed again fairly swiftly, but not enough to avoid Ni~ya’s attentions, who was becoming increasingly attentive by the day it seemed.
“He hasn’t done anything else, has he?”
Of course, no specification was needed as to who ‘he’ was, and Sakito replied smoothly.
“No, I haven’t seen him all day.”
He threw a swift warning glance at Hitsugi, who, judging by Yomi’s sudden shocked expression had stamped on his foot as he opened his mouth to speak. Ni~ya did not seem to notice this at least though, and nodded slightly in satisfaction.
“Good. ‘Cause they won’t get away with it like that next time. I’ll- I’ll-”
Sakito smiled in affirmation, brushing his fingers over the other’s wrist in what couldn’t quite be seen as an accidental act. The touch shot him through with guilt, but he quickly reaffirmed his judgement. As tough as Ni~ya was, as much money as he had… coming up against that enormous gang of hostile people would not bode well at all; and he didn’t doubt at all that Ni~ya would try it. Best to ignore these things, wasn’t that what they said? Ignore it and they get bored and go away. And Ni~ya doesn’t do anything… stupid. Sakito nodded again, inwardly. It was the best thing to do.
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: I don't like this chapter x_x; It seems I wrote it badly but maybe someone will make of it something different. I'm itching to start the next fic that I have planned and I feel like this is tapering out? Either way we are probably nearing the end.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
When Sakito woke up in Ni~ya’s arms it was not with a lurch, starting upwards in a desperate attempt to place his surroundings and work out what had happened and what had not. No, he slipped from dreams to reality in a smooth and natural movement, his eyelids raising with slight lethargy to reveal to him no more than a close-up of Ni~ya’s nose thanks to their proximity. He could remember how far their actions had travelled just as well as he could the maddeningly perfect sensation of Ni~ya’s hands against his skin, and he knew that, even with it being that their experience had not reached total fruition, they had sealed a bond he would no longer be able to disregard.
He drew his gaze away to the window, frowning slightly as he saw that dark had already fallen. His mother would be throwing anxious glances from their window now, worry infiltrating her thoughts- the natural response of a parent, particularly that of a single child. Ni~ya groaned in an entirely different way to that which he had done earlier as Sakito tried to detach his arms from around his waist, wriggling from the grasp with equal reluctance.
He half-expected to be pulled back down, but Ni~ya was obviously too drowsy to react as he untangled himself and stood up, the cold air hitting his bare, but thankfully now dry, skin and causing a tremor. Once he had adjusted to the change in level, he identified his shirt lying crumpled at the side of the bed, obviously having been completely dislodged from his shoulders and discarded to the floor at some point. Bending down for closer inspection, he found the garment to be still considerably damp, and was considering what to do when a white parachute whooshed down onto his head and he squeaked in surprise.
“Wear mine.”
Sitting up languidly, Ni~ya watched as the boy on the floor untangled himself from the thrown clothing, slipping his slender arms through the sleeves and relishing the feel of the fabric that was so ingrained with the scent and touch of Ni~ya against his skin.
Once Sakito was once more fully dressed, the blonde stood up, throwing an arm around his shoulders before letting his hand slide downwards to hook around the waist.
“C’mon, I’ll take you home.”
Sakito cast an eye over his bare upper half, which he obviously did not intend to clothe, and tousled hair, raising a hand automatically to try and smooth his own messed locks.
“You’ll be cold! And if anyone sees us, they’ll know… they’ll think…”
Ni~ya used his grip to pull the worried boy closer with a grin.
“So what? Let them think! Anyway, it’s warm in my car.”
Let them think… Sakito winced as he remembered the results of one’s thinking earlier. The whole Ichiro event had obviously escaped Ni~ya’s head now, maybe that was just his way of dealing with things. Either way, for Sakito, it kept on rearing its ugly head again and again, casting a wet blanket over his emotions. Those guys surely weren’t going to leave them alone yet, and he found he was equally worried for Ni~ya as he was for himself. Ni~ya and his ridiculous sense of confidence… he had been certain that nothing could break it and now he wasn’t so sure; all he knew was that he didn’t want it to leave. Not in the slightest.
As Sakito fretted, Ni~ya led him downstairs, the loose contact that remained around his waist making him flush and hang back as they passed an obviously disapproving household member. Soon though, they escaped out into the dark air, Ni~ya seemingly unaffected by the slight chill, and after a swift call they were headed for Sakito’s house- an address the chauffeur was becoming increasingly acquainted with.
When the thrumming vehicle pulled up, Sakito could see his mother at the kitchen window. Any other youth may have faced a lecture now, an irritatingly long sermon on the worries of an estranged parent and lost trust. When Sakito pushed open the door however, she had set aside her earlier concern and met him with a slightly teasing smile.
“Coming home in someone else’s shirt eh?”
Sakito’s eyes widened and he flushed in embarrassment, making her laugh lightly.
“Mothers know these things. Anyway don’t worry, you’re a teenager I know, hormones, you have certain urges you can’t-”
“We never-… we didn’t do that!”
He spluttered, increasing her amusement, though he was sure she concealed a great deal of relief beneath it- for that was how she was, and no parent likes to see their child growing up in such a genre. Sakito smiled incredulously, making for the shower and some time later, bed. He tried not to think about the day that lay in wait for him.
***
Sakito could not help but be confused when, as the lunch bell rang, nothing remotely out of the ordinary had happened. He had been sure that those thugs would be making hell for him, and yet not one had crossed his path for the entire morning… had he somehow been wrong? Giving a dismissive shrug, he stood up and hoisted a pile of textbooks too bulky for his shoulder bag into his arms and began to make his way down the corridor; hurrying to stow the burden in his locker before he met Ni~ya.
It was only when he was half-way there however, that he was given cause to falter and regret ever bringing the topic of Ichiro’s gang into his head, for there they were. Walking towards him, they dominated the space, making opposite traffic squeeze unquestioningly to the side. Sakito gulped.
Already knowing it was hopeless, he tried to meld with the crowd and siphon off around the group, but he was swiftly blocked by a solid frame that had him stumbling backwards, barely daring to look up.
“Oh look, it’s Mr Model-Student! You might as well give up, whatever grades you get; no one’ll give a job to a fag like you.”
Ichiro’s hand connected with the load of books, making Sakito’s grip buckle and sending them crashing down, soon scattered across the floor when he kicked the vaguely intact pile viciously. Before he could follow his impulse and drop down to retrieve the tomes, he was almost sent tumbling to the ground himself as he was shouldered past, and the mob carried on past, some idly kicking his property further up the hallway as they went.
Exhaling shakily, Sakito knelt to pick up the first book, frowning as his hands trembled towards it. He could feel his eyes prickling as the event finally drilled it’s way into his mind, and as he cast about for his possessions nigh hopelessly among the legs of passing students. Legs that moved ever onwards, even the sets that let out a laugh or jibe at his expense did not falter. He bowed his head further, making his hair fall forward and conceal his face from the crowds. Why did they have to do this?! He surely would be floating amongst the clouds with these thoughts of, moments with Ni~ya, were it not for these people so intent on ruining it… He blinked repeatedly, trying to will back the burning, but nevertheless he was still almost crying when a hand gripped his hunched shoulder, and he flung himself around in surprise to see the culprit.
“Sakito! What happened?!”
It was Hitsugi, his face a picture of concern as he lowered himself to help gather the scattered belongings, casting an annoyed look at Yomi after a few moments, who was standing watching with his arms crossed.
“Help us will you?!”
Yomi released a burdened sigh but obeyed, albeit slightly uselessly, so that it was mainly Sakito and Hitsugi who ended up with a pile of books once more.
“The canteen is going to be shut soon…”
Hitsugi turned a blind eye to his friend’s whining however; focusing on gleaning information from Sakito, again touching his shoulder lightly in worry.
“Because Ni~ya and I are… Well, that guy doesn’t like it.”
At the unfinished statement, Yomi perked in interest.
“You and Ni~ya are what?”
Sakito coloured, stammering slightly until it was only too obvious “what” the two were, and finally Hitsugi intervened.
“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that-”
“Yeah… whatever. So, you two are going to get beaten up now?”
Sakito’s head flipped to him, looking shocked and slightly worried.
“Yomi!! That’s not the way to-”
But Hitsugi was once more interrupted.
“Well, nice knowing you.”
Both of his companions stared in amplified confusion as Yomi turned and started walking away, until Hitsugi reached out a hand and caught his collar, halting his movement and pulling him backwards.
“What?! I don’t want to get beaten up!”
Hitsugi made a slight noise of incredulousness, jerking at Yomi’s collar as he released to turn the short boy to face him.
“You know Yomi, every time you open your mouth I think, ‘that’s it, that’s the lowest he could possibly go’; and every single time, you prove me wrong! Sakito is our friend! You can’t just abandon him when he most needs you! We are going to stand by him and help him beat these people!”
Yomi raised his eyebrows, not even appearing to consider Hitsugi’s put out explanation.
“But I don’t wanna get beaten up.”
Sensing another outburst from Hitsugi however, he ducked away almost as soon as he uttered the words, and as anticipated Hitsugi went after him, indignant about his utter lack of moral integrity.
“Oh fine, fine… I’ll stand by him and everything, let’s just eat already!”
***
After an impatient wait at Sakito’s locker, Yomi was granted his wish and they entered the dining hall, Ni~ya’s eyes connecting with them by default. Hesitating, Sakito glanced over, loath to abandon Yomi and Hitsugi when they… when Hitsugi had been so kind to him. Thankfully however he was spared the decision when Ruka hopped up from his seat and over to them, earning a glare from his blonde friend as he ushered all three over to the table. After a slightly awkward start, Hitsugi was soon nattering on about his cat (something Sakito and in particular Yomi now knew to note as a regular lunchtime topic) whilst Yomi endeavoured to explain the rules of Tiddlywinks to Ruka, who was leaning forward intently in what could have been mock or true interest.
As the conversation progressed, Sakito began to notice with slightly self-conscious amusement that all three of his companions were focused greatly on his proximity to Ni~ya. At first he smiled, but the expression soon wavered as he realised that the majority of the hall was in fact doing the same thing. He felt a lurch in his stomach and quickly scanned for a sight of Ichiro that luckily turned out to be fruitless. He relaxed again fairly swiftly, but not enough to avoid Ni~ya’s attentions, who was becoming increasingly attentive by the day it seemed.
“He hasn’t done anything else, has he?”
Of course, no specification was needed as to who ‘he’ was, and Sakito replied smoothly.
“No, I haven’t seen him all day.”
He threw a swift warning glance at Hitsugi, who, judging by Yomi’s sudden shocked expression had stamped on his foot as he opened his mouth to speak. Ni~ya did not seem to notice this at least though, and nodded slightly in satisfaction.
“Good. ‘Cause they won’t get away with it like that next time. I’ll- I’ll-”
Sakito smiled in affirmation, brushing his fingers over the other’s wrist in what couldn’t quite be seen as an accidental act. The touch shot him through with guilt, but he quickly reaffirmed his judgement. As tough as Ni~ya was, as much money as he had… coming up against that enormous gang of hostile people would not bode well at all; and he didn’t doubt at all that Ni~ya would try it. Best to ignore these things, wasn’t that what they said? Ignore it and they get bored and go away. And Ni~ya doesn’t do anything… stupid. Sakito nodded again, inwardly. It was the best thing to do.