Real Cinderella - Ni~yaxSakito - Chapter 12
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: Comments are very much appreciated, or I'll worry even more about it xD Please look out for the.. epilogue, I believe? ;___;
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
“... And as a new student to the school, I expect to see a much more impressive attitude towards your studies from now on…”
Sakito released a weary sigh as he emerged from his maths classroom for the second time that day, having endured a lecture whose pointlessness only aggravated his distaste towards the matter. Dusk was already falling, and for a moment he felt reluctance at the thought of walking the sizeable distance home, as he usually would, before dismissing the worry with a firm hand. He wasn’t some skimpily-dressed woman risking roaming perverts, was he? Besides, the only other way was the bus and aside from not knowing the timetable, there was cost to take into account as well.
He instinctively hoisted his bag further onto his shoulder, before recalling the distasteful contents and removing it, upending the thing over the nearest bin and shaking until the last of foliage was reluctantly dislodged. Not one of his possessions remained. With a frown he replaced the distinctively lighter object, and set off through the school gates.
As it turned out, perhaps the earlier misgivings over following his usual homeward route were some form of premonition… either way, Sakito wished he had listened to it as he spotted a group of figures emerging from the horizon of the path he was following, their voices loud and instantly nerve-inducing. It was impossible to see faces from such a distance, but that was no requirement for identification. It would be Ichiro; yet another perfect icing finish to the day.
Teeth clamping onto his lip, Sakito threw a glance at the road before crossing, his head dipped in the vain hope that he may remain unrecognised.
Hopeless.
There was too far to go, enough time for the frontman of the gang to look up, to smirk, and nonchalantly pass over to the adjacent pavement, clashing exactly with Sakito’s pace and giving him no option but to stop, eyes cast to the ground.
“Out a bit late for a gay boy, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be sat at home waxing body hair or something?”
A hand connected with his arm, sending him stumbling back with a calculated shove.
“Or maybe you should be at NI~YA’s home, doing your filthy-“
“Shut up!”
Sakito’s expression barely had time to change into dismayed and astonished disbelief at what he had allowed to slip out before he was cannoned into; his back hitting the wall that wound with the pathway seconds before his head did; making him yelp as his skull slammed into the uneven brickwork.
Don’t you EVER talk to me like that!”
The voice infiltrated Sakito’s ears at a lessened rate than usual, the vehemence barely striking him though as his surroundings began to swim and waver. He thought he could feel a hand clasped at his neck, and there was certainly a grip on his arm; muscles crushing his wrist paralysingly as if trying to break it. It was hard to say how long the moment lasted, or what other threats it may have contained, but when Ichiro stepped back, his victim’s legs seemed to just fold beneath him, and he sank to the ground, breathing heavily.
By the time he opened his eyes, he was alone.
Again. Was this just all part of an average day now? Wincing, Sakito raised a hand to the back of his head, the hair there was sticky and wet, staining his fingertips scarlet when he withdrew them back into his field of vision. The spinning sensation beginning to abate, he pulled himself back up onto his feet. Time to get home. He wouldn’t cry; not now. Not here.
***
Sakito had always been one to awaken freshly and optimistically, yet that morning it was proving a hard task. The trials of yesterday were weighing on him, and even when Ni~ya practically ambushed him half way through his walk to school and insisted they walk together, barely cheered him; fears of one of Ichiro’s tricks being played whilst he was present dampening the pleasure. For a while, Ni~ya seemed almost oblivious to the other’s withdrawal, until he shattered the illusion by slipping a concerned arm over his shoulders, taken aback as Sakito twisted immediately into the contact, his arms wrapping around Ni~ya’s chest as he buried his face into his shirt.
“Saki… are you alright?”
He frowned as the only answer he was given was a nodding of the head that nuzzled against his collar, but before pursuing the question he raised a hand to the back of his neck, petting the sensitive skin delicately for a moment, before sweeping his fingertips comfortingly up through rich tresses. For a moment Sakito seemed lulled, leaning against the stronger form, until suddenly there was a change in the scalp over which Ni~ya traced and his face contorted in pain as he started backwards instinctively, pulling himself out of the embrace. Suspicion was only natural.
“What was that?!”
Sakito was cornered.
“I- It... I fell over and I-”
But his partner was already shaking his head; the realisation was far from difficult to reach.
“Ichiro… why in the hell didn’t you tell me?! I said I’d look after you, didn’t I?!”
His eyes burning, Sakito reached out in an effort of consolation, but his hand was knocked away.
“I’m going to fucking kill him…”
“Ni~ya! Don’t! It’s just-”
Another contact to brush away, before the infuriated blonde began to storm down the road, breaking into a run as Sakito’s footsteps sounded behind him.
“Ni~y-AAH!”
He tripped, scraping his knee through the black fabric that clothed it and imprinting pieces of gravel into his palms that he did not even bother to brush away before stumbling upwards to shakily continue the pursuit. At the cry Ni~ya had seemed to falter, but when Sakito’s footsteps recommenced he continued at the original pace, now pulling ahead so that Sakito could only just catch a glimpse of him as he rounded each corner, and eventually passed into school grounds.
“Ni- Sakit- what’s happening?!”
But neither halted for Ruka’s bemused cry and he was left with no option but to join the curious trail that was beginning to pursue the pair, soon joined by a ready to faint with worry Hitsugi and Yomi, who seemed to be enjoying the excitement immensely. Ni~ya continued to maintain the distance, breath searing painfully through chest with every jarring footfall that pounded on the asphalt.
Sakito turned the corner of the building just in time to see Ichiro’s face in the moments before Ni~ya’s fist threw it backwards, wiping his usual sneer into confusion, astonishment, and finally pain. He stumbled backwards, raising a hand to the struck jaw with a curse, but before Ni~ya’s satisfaction had even begun to thrill through him the taller retaliated, flinging his own knuckles to impact beneath the eye and sending his opponent crashing straight into the wall.
“Ni~ya!!”
Sakito’s eyes were wide, his heart pounding in disbelief. A crowd was swiftly gathering, pushing him backwards in their endeavours to get the best view of the action. For a moment he was frozen, until suddenly he found his view obscured and his only clue to the happenings was an instinctive call of pain and he thrashed forwards, desperate to somehow part the mass of people and get to Ni~ya. But even as he forced himself through he found the spaces before him filled as others slipped in eagerly, ignorant to his desperation. His vision clouded, burning, and he tried to shove forward again, before feeling a hand grip his arm firmly and he turned to see Hitsugi, the familiar calming expression on his face causing the first layer of liquid to spill over dark lashes.
“Shhhh, you’re panicking.”
Sakito’s eyes widened.
“What do you expect?! Ni~ya’s...”
He cut himself off, pulling away and finally being graced with a glimpse of the scene through the swarm and instantly wishing that he had not. Ni~ya was barely visible now, and set upon by Ichiro and the entirety of his gang, each one wildly overtaken with the need to feel his flesh writhing in pain between their fingers.
Acting on instinct, Sakito tried to bolt to his lover, beyond acknowledging that there was nothing he could to still the beating, but as he reached the front of the crowd he felt hands grabbing at his clothes and pulling him backwards- strange hands- and he wondered what had suddenly jogged them into caring about whether Sakito received injury or not. Certainly it seemed the ones who had laughed jeeringly as he clung- soaking and ashamed- to Ni~ya in the corridor had experienced a dramatic change of heart, eyeing the violence before them with discomfit though none seemed prepared to try and intervene.
In reality it did not take long for the police car to forge through to the scene, pulling away the thugs, many of whom seemed to loose their nerves at the sight of the uniformed officers, but to Sakito it seemed like an eternity. Encapsulated just within the crowd, freeing his arms over and over only to have them grabbed once more, his face contorting with every movement that flew at Ni~ya somewhere in the writhing mass. It was exactly what he had hoped to prevent, and yet his efforts had done nothing.
The moment Ni~ya was exposed Sakito flung himself forward, near dislocating both his arms as he wrenched them away. The boy was on the floor, and something was bleeding, yet though he looked somewhat dazed as he looked up at the one who now clung to his hand desperately, it didn’t seem as if too much harm had been done. Nevertheless it took a great deal of support to transport him to the school medical room, where naturally he refused to respond to anything not given by the family doctor. None of the haughtiness had been beaten out of him then. Eventually the staff left in exasperation to call said practitioner and deal with the other contributors to the tussle, entrusting his lying form to Sakito’s obvious concern.
“Idiot.”
He raised a hand, touching his fingertips to Ni~ya’s cheekbone, where the skin was already beginning to colour, causing the blonde to hiss backwards much in a similar way to that which Sakito had earlier. The smaller boy withdrew nervously, before a hand on his wrist pulled him in once more and he wrapped his arms gingerly around the wounded form, causing Ni~ya to wince slightly despite his caution. Of course, neither pulled away, and when the reply came the slight annoyance was clearly masked with tenderness.
“Shut up... You’re the idiot.”
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: Comments are very much appreciated, or I'll worry even more about it xD Please look out for the.. epilogue, I believe? ;___;
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
“... And as a new student to the school, I expect to see a much more impressive attitude towards your studies from now on…”
Sakito released a weary sigh as he emerged from his maths classroom for the second time that day, having endured a lecture whose pointlessness only aggravated his distaste towards the matter. Dusk was already falling, and for a moment he felt reluctance at the thought of walking the sizeable distance home, as he usually would, before dismissing the worry with a firm hand. He wasn’t some skimpily-dressed woman risking roaming perverts, was he? Besides, the only other way was the bus and aside from not knowing the timetable, there was cost to take into account as well.
He instinctively hoisted his bag further onto his shoulder, before recalling the distasteful contents and removing it, upending the thing over the nearest bin and shaking until the last of foliage was reluctantly dislodged. Not one of his possessions remained. With a frown he replaced the distinctively lighter object, and set off through the school gates.
As it turned out, perhaps the earlier misgivings over following his usual homeward route were some form of premonition… either way, Sakito wished he had listened to it as he spotted a group of figures emerging from the horizon of the path he was following, their voices loud and instantly nerve-inducing. It was impossible to see faces from such a distance, but that was no requirement for identification. It would be Ichiro; yet another perfect icing finish to the day.
Teeth clamping onto his lip, Sakito threw a glance at the road before crossing, his head dipped in the vain hope that he may remain unrecognised.
Hopeless.
There was too far to go, enough time for the frontman of the gang to look up, to smirk, and nonchalantly pass over to the adjacent pavement, clashing exactly with Sakito’s pace and giving him no option but to stop, eyes cast to the ground.
“Out a bit late for a gay boy, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be sat at home waxing body hair or something?”
A hand connected with his arm, sending him stumbling back with a calculated shove.
“Or maybe you should be at NI~YA’s home, doing your filthy-“
“Shut up!”
Sakito’s expression barely had time to change into dismayed and astonished disbelief at what he had allowed to slip out before he was cannoned into; his back hitting the wall that wound with the pathway seconds before his head did; making him yelp as his skull slammed into the uneven brickwork.
Don’t you EVER talk to me like that!”
The voice infiltrated Sakito’s ears at a lessened rate than usual, the vehemence barely striking him though as his surroundings began to swim and waver. He thought he could feel a hand clasped at his neck, and there was certainly a grip on his arm; muscles crushing his wrist paralysingly as if trying to break it. It was hard to say how long the moment lasted, or what other threats it may have contained, but when Ichiro stepped back, his victim’s legs seemed to just fold beneath him, and he sank to the ground, breathing heavily.
By the time he opened his eyes, he was alone.
Again. Was this just all part of an average day now? Wincing, Sakito raised a hand to the back of his head, the hair there was sticky and wet, staining his fingertips scarlet when he withdrew them back into his field of vision. The spinning sensation beginning to abate, he pulled himself back up onto his feet. Time to get home. He wouldn’t cry; not now. Not here.
***
Sakito had always been one to awaken freshly and optimistically, yet that morning it was proving a hard task. The trials of yesterday were weighing on him, and even when Ni~ya practically ambushed him half way through his walk to school and insisted they walk together, barely cheered him; fears of one of Ichiro’s tricks being played whilst he was present dampening the pleasure. For a while, Ni~ya seemed almost oblivious to the other’s withdrawal, until he shattered the illusion by slipping a concerned arm over his shoulders, taken aback as Sakito twisted immediately into the contact, his arms wrapping around Ni~ya’s chest as he buried his face into his shirt.
“Saki… are you alright?”
He frowned as the only answer he was given was a nodding of the head that nuzzled against his collar, but before pursuing the question he raised a hand to the back of his neck, petting the sensitive skin delicately for a moment, before sweeping his fingertips comfortingly up through rich tresses. For a moment Sakito seemed lulled, leaning against the stronger form, until suddenly there was a change in the scalp over which Ni~ya traced and his face contorted in pain as he started backwards instinctively, pulling himself out of the embrace. Suspicion was only natural.
“What was that?!”
Sakito was cornered.
“I- It... I fell over and I-”
But his partner was already shaking his head; the realisation was far from difficult to reach.
“Ichiro… why in the hell didn’t you tell me?! I said I’d look after you, didn’t I?!”
His eyes burning, Sakito reached out in an effort of consolation, but his hand was knocked away.
“I’m going to fucking kill him…”
“Ni~ya! Don’t! It’s just-”
Another contact to brush away, before the infuriated blonde began to storm down the road, breaking into a run as Sakito’s footsteps sounded behind him.
“Ni~y-AAH!”
He tripped, scraping his knee through the black fabric that clothed it and imprinting pieces of gravel into his palms that he did not even bother to brush away before stumbling upwards to shakily continue the pursuit. At the cry Ni~ya had seemed to falter, but when Sakito’s footsteps recommenced he continued at the original pace, now pulling ahead so that Sakito could only just catch a glimpse of him as he rounded each corner, and eventually passed into school grounds.
“Ni- Sakit- what’s happening?!”
But neither halted for Ruka’s bemused cry and he was left with no option but to join the curious trail that was beginning to pursue the pair, soon joined by a ready to faint with worry Hitsugi and Yomi, who seemed to be enjoying the excitement immensely. Ni~ya continued to maintain the distance, breath searing painfully through chest with every jarring footfall that pounded on the asphalt.
Sakito turned the corner of the building just in time to see Ichiro’s face in the moments before Ni~ya’s fist threw it backwards, wiping his usual sneer into confusion, astonishment, and finally pain. He stumbled backwards, raising a hand to the struck jaw with a curse, but before Ni~ya’s satisfaction had even begun to thrill through him the taller retaliated, flinging his own knuckles to impact beneath the eye and sending his opponent crashing straight into the wall.
“Ni~ya!!”
Sakito’s eyes were wide, his heart pounding in disbelief. A crowd was swiftly gathering, pushing him backwards in their endeavours to get the best view of the action. For a moment he was frozen, until suddenly he found his view obscured and his only clue to the happenings was an instinctive call of pain and he thrashed forwards, desperate to somehow part the mass of people and get to Ni~ya. But even as he forced himself through he found the spaces before him filled as others slipped in eagerly, ignorant to his desperation. His vision clouded, burning, and he tried to shove forward again, before feeling a hand grip his arm firmly and he turned to see Hitsugi, the familiar calming expression on his face causing the first layer of liquid to spill over dark lashes.
“Shhhh, you’re panicking.”
Sakito’s eyes widened.
“What do you expect?! Ni~ya’s...”
He cut himself off, pulling away and finally being graced with a glimpse of the scene through the swarm and instantly wishing that he had not. Ni~ya was barely visible now, and set upon by Ichiro and the entirety of his gang, each one wildly overtaken with the need to feel his flesh writhing in pain between their fingers.
Acting on instinct, Sakito tried to bolt to his lover, beyond acknowledging that there was nothing he could to still the beating, but as he reached the front of the crowd he felt hands grabbing at his clothes and pulling him backwards- strange hands- and he wondered what had suddenly jogged them into caring about whether Sakito received injury or not. Certainly it seemed the ones who had laughed jeeringly as he clung- soaking and ashamed- to Ni~ya in the corridor had experienced a dramatic change of heart, eyeing the violence before them with discomfit though none seemed prepared to try and intervene.
In reality it did not take long for the police car to forge through to the scene, pulling away the thugs, many of whom seemed to loose their nerves at the sight of the uniformed officers, but to Sakito it seemed like an eternity. Encapsulated just within the crowd, freeing his arms over and over only to have them grabbed once more, his face contorting with every movement that flew at Ni~ya somewhere in the writhing mass. It was exactly what he had hoped to prevent, and yet his efforts had done nothing.
The moment Ni~ya was exposed Sakito flung himself forward, near dislocating both his arms as he wrenched them away. The boy was on the floor, and something was bleeding, yet though he looked somewhat dazed as he looked up at the one who now clung to his hand desperately, it didn’t seem as if too much harm had been done. Nevertheless it took a great deal of support to transport him to the school medical room, where naturally he refused to respond to anything not given by the family doctor. None of the haughtiness had been beaten out of him then. Eventually the staff left in exasperation to call said practitioner and deal with the other contributors to the tussle, entrusting his lying form to Sakito’s obvious concern.
“Idiot.”
He raised a hand, touching his fingertips to Ni~ya’s cheekbone, where the skin was already beginning to colour, causing the blonde to hiss backwards much in a similar way to that which Sakito had earlier. The smaller boy withdrew nervously, before a hand on his wrist pulled him in once more and he wrapped his arms gingerly around the wounded form, causing Ni~ya to wince slightly despite his caution. Of course, neither pulled away, and when the reply came the slight annoyance was clearly masked with tenderness.
“Shut up... You’re the idiot.”