You Found Me: a Heisei Kumi Fanfic (2/19)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Takachii, Chiitaro
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Consensual sex between minors, Violence, Minor Character Death
Genre: Slice of life/Coming of age
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone. The end.
Summary: This is the story of how little Chinen Yuri grew from a young, homeless boy to the leader of a faction of a growing Yakuza group; and learned a lot about life, love, who he was, and what he wanted in the process.
A/N: So this is another instalation in my Heisei Kumi AU! You do not need to have read any of the other fics in that AU to read this one, as this one introduces the world through Chinen's eyes. If you're curious about it however, I have written 6 other fics for this AU, 3 multi-chaps, and 3 oneshots. You can find them at my Lj, their titles are: My new Family, A Kumi-cho's Duty, The Kumi-cho is...me?, Gaining Your Love, The Christmas Acquisition, and Sequence of Upsets. Please take a look if you'd like! ALSO, if you have read some of my other Kumi fics, and are wondering where this one fits in the timeline, this one takes place a couple of months after The Christmas Acquisition, starting in the spring of 2006, and going on from there!
Previous Chapters: 1
Chinen woke up sore, disoriented, and alone. It took him a minute to recall where he was and why he was there, and he lay in the bed, the blankets thrown off of one corner where that guy had gotten out. He put a small hand on the spot where his bedmate had lain. It was cold. So he'd left a while ago. That was fine; Chinen didn't really know what he would have been expected to say to that guy anyway...what was his name? Ta-something.
He sat up, his eyes flicking around the room. His shirt was crumpled up inside out, flung across the floor. His jeans and underwear were still wrapped up together in a mess at the foot of the bed. And there, on the bedside table was the wallet. Chinen reached over, picking it up. There was actually money in it and everything. He honestly hasn't expected the guy to keep his word. He counted the bills. 37,400¥! That was an amazing surprise. He could do a lot for himself with that kind of money. He searched the wallet for an ID of some sort, looking for that person's name. He wasn't sure what he would do with it if he found it, but still...not that it mattered. The wallet was completely empty save for the money. Ah well. He set the wallet aside, already feeling rather optimistic about his day.
His eyes caught on a shower on the far end of the room. It was a fancy thing, with a large tub completely encased in glass, and he threw the covers off of himself with every intention of washing up. The cold air hit him like a wave, and he shivered, crouching in on himself for a moment. He padded around the room, finding a knob controlling the air conditioning. It was down to 20 degrees C. No wonder. He fiddled with it for a moment, turning the thing off and cracking a window to warm up the room. Curiosity sated, he hopped in the shower, the hot water washing away any physical reminder of the previous night's events.
As Chinen washed he mentally reviewed what had happened. It hadn't been what he had expected, but he supposed he hadn't really known what to expect. It had kind of been strange to be that close to another person. He had never been very close with others, emotionally or physically. He didn't really make friends, and his parents were not affectionate when it came to their child. But that guy from last night had been right there; on top of him, inside him. And it was good, at least, while it lasted. He had liked it, the closeness, feeling his body heat, touching him and being held by him.
As he thought about it-about how it had felt-he wrapped his own arms around his torso, squeezing tight in a mimicry of the way that teen had held him the previous evening. He tried to recreate the action, hoping that with it the way he had felt while being held would be reincarnated. But his own small hands and arms, so tiny in comparison to the other guy's, were a poor imitation. He let them fall back to his sides, giving up and quickly finishing his shower. He had more important things to figure out now. Like what he was going to do with himself, and his new wallet.
He took his old clothes and tried washing them in the bath, using the bar soap and scrubbing, wishing he still had his bag. He wasn't stupid, he had packed himself multiple outfits and basic survival things like water and a small first aid kit when he had left home, but they had been lost nearly a week ago, misplaced or taken from the net cafe he had holed up in for the night. Now he just had these. He hung the articles over the top of the shower to air dry, wrapping himself in the hotel robe, and he began to explore the room properly.
There wasn't much else to it really. The side table held basic sex objects, boxes of condoms and the like. There was a mirror on the far wall that he hadn't noticed previously, and he took his reflection in for a moment, noting how the adult sized bathrobe was dragging on the floor, the sleeves past the tips of his fingers, and feeling defiant. The robe made him look like a child. He considered throwing it off, but the room was cold, and he didn't have anything else to put on. Not until his clothes dried. So he stared at his reflection, trying to find a way to like it. Eventually he just huffed a bit and turned away. He didn't need that reflection.
Tucked into a corner was a small closet and a table with a tea station on it, and he immediately fixed himself some, sipping the hot beverage and clutching the cup between his hands, warming them. There was a clock above the door, and his eyes caught on the time. It was past noon already, edging in on one in the afternoon. Oh wow. He must have slept late. He padded back to the shower, feeling his clothes. Ugh. They were still saturated with water, freezing to the touch. He'd probably have to wait a few more hours before being able to slip them on. Until then he was stuck here. Perhaps today he wasn't as lucky as he had first hoped.
He settled in, taking his teacup and opening the blinds on the window, intending to people watch. The light was blinding, the outside world so bright that it hurt his eyes at first, and he took a few minutes to adjust before turning his gaze down on the world below. It was green with a thin layer of flower petals filling the streets, but it wasn't windy, the sky a bright, whitish gray that wasn't pleasant to look at. The people walking by on the streets never looked up, scurrying by each other with their heads down, intent on reaching their individual destinations, and from his third story window they seemed like bugs.
He watched the people for a few hours, checking on his clothes periodically, and the sun was setting, dusk settling in early still, when there was a sharp knock on the door. At the sound he stiffened, glaring at the door. What the hell?! The intruder on his quiet little world knocked again, their fist rapping incessantly, the noise unpleasant. Chinen glanced around the space for a moment, panicked, his first thought escape. He couldn't get out through the window; he was up way too high. And besides, his clothes were still cold and wet, draped across the shower. The only thing covering him was the huge bathrobe, which while comfortable was not proper clothing in any sense of the phrase. The knocker started up again, and he groaned a bit to himself, pulling himself to his feet and swiping the wallet from his bedside table, shoving it in the robe's only pocket, just in case he had to make a run for it.
He was about to open the door when it swung inward of its own accord, and to Chinen's surprise the teenager from the night before entered, pocketing a key. They stared at each other for a moment, and under the guy's stare Chinen found himself hugging his robe a bit closer to his body, the huge extra folds of fabric making him feel as if he could disappear if he buried himself deep enough. He wasn't used to being looked at so scrutinizingly, as if he was the only person in the room-although he guessed that was actually the case. The older teen seemed taken aback, and he shoved his hands in his pockets, eyes trailing over the bathrobe and Chinen's drying clothes hanging in the shower. Finally, he spoke.
"Why the fuck are you still here?" Chinen had to fight down the impulse to run.
"It's none of your business."
"Yes it is, I'm paying for this room!" The guy declared. Chinen was skeptical.
"How? I have your wallet." The older teen shook his head.
"I don't carry all of my money around with me all the time. Who would do that? Besides, I have a deal with the manager." Chinen didn't respond, and after a moment the guy sighed, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge, asking for the second time
"So, tell me. Why are you still here? Most people don't like to hang around hotels after one-night stands." Once again this guy was stopping and asking questions. He could have just insisted that Chinen leave-that, Chinen thought, was probably the reason he came-but he was sitting down and waiting to hear what Chinen had to say. So Chinen answered him.
"I honestly didn't mean to stay so long. I'm waiting for my clothes to dry." He gestured to the garments hanging from the shower. The guy cocked his head as he looked over at the clothes, and Chinen could see the gears in his brain turning as he tried to piece everything together.
"Why're they wet?" He eventually asked.
"I washed them." This was met with another long silence.
"You can't just wear those home and put on clean clothes there, Chinen-kun?" The older teen asked. Chinen was disarmed by the question. If he answered truthfully, then he would be sharing something that he wasn't sure he wanted to. But this guy, his one-night stand, had remembered his name. He didn't know this guy’s name, but he remembered Chinen's. He couldn't think of a time that he had been remembered like that before.
"No. I lost the rest of my clothes." He confessed, continuing on to say "I don't have a home to go back to; I left my father's house. I'm not going back." The older teen nodded, frowning a bit.
"But you're old enough that you could probably find an apartment..." He paused, his eyes roaming over Chinen's tiny body, and Chinen watched the realization sink in. "You're not sixteen, are you?" Chinen couldn't help but wonder how stupid this guy was, to have actually believed that lie. The teen was visibly concerned now, his brows furrowing when Chinen shook his head in confirmation.
"How old are you then?" He asked, sounding as if he dreaded the response. Chinen was getting tired of the damn questions.
"How old are you?" He shot back, just to be difficult. The guy answered at once.
"Sixteen last month." It was Chinen's turn to be surprised.
"But you said you were seventeen last night!" Now the guy was obviously getting frustrated, rolling his eyes at Chinen's incredulous expression.
"Yeah, well you said you were sixteen. You've got to be younger than me. So what, are you like...thirteen?"
"No."
"Fourteen then?"
"No."
"Fuck. You-you're twelve?!"
"What if I am?" Chinen spat, crossing his arms, the huge sleeves of the bathrobe bunching up in thick wads right in the crook of his elbows. The older teen was glaring at him, obviously astounded. Chinen didn't really want to hear some speech about how he was still a child or too young to be able to make his own decisions, so he switched the topic.
"Besides, you've got to have the mental age of a five year old if you actually thought I was sixteen." He said, deflecting the supposed blame he was feeling back at this fifteen year old. The guy got defensive.
"I thought you were a girl! You could pass for a fifteen or sixteen year old girl! And then by the time I realized you weren't....I was distracted by other things. More important things." Chinen pursed his lips, just waiting for this guy to tell him that he had to leave. But the older boy didn't. He sat there on the edge of the bed, and after a bit he said
"How was it for you?"
"What?"
"You know...the...last night." What? Chinen hadn't been expecting that one. His companion folded his hands, looking up from the bed, looking like he actually cared; or at least was genuinely curious. Oh. Chinen's mind raced through the implications of what was happening. Did this guy actually care? Was it important whether he did or not? Not really. What was important was what he wanted. Chinen had thought the older teen had come to kick him out, but they were still there. So then either he hadn't come to kick Chinen out or he had, but was changing his mind. If he played this right, he could probably get another night's stay out of this guy. He pouted a bit, putting on an act, swaying his body from side to side and clasping his hands together.
"I..." He let a shy smile grace his lips. "...I really had a good time." Chinen glanced over at the other boy, pleased to see that he was looking a little bit more aware of himself, catching his eyes as they trailed over Chinen's bathrobe. Chinen liked the way the older guy was so completely focused on him, deciding that while it had made him rather uncomfortable at first, this development was one that he could really enjoy. It felt good to be payed attention to. He approached the guy-what was his name? He really wished he could remember-and as he did the older teen sat up straighter. Chinen reached out, letting his hands run up the guy's thighs before climbing into his lap. The older guy put one of his big warm hands on Chinen's head, stroking his hair, looking down at him with a strange expression. Finally, he murmured
"You ran away, huh?" Chinen just nodded. He had kinda thought they were past that specific point. "That's tough. I know what that's like." He looked at Chinen, obviously thinking. "I have a proposal for you. I'll rent you out this room indefinitely, and let you stay here." He paused. "And in return...you let me come over whenever I want." The deal was too good to be true.
"You're trying to trick me. You're lying." Chinen declared. The guy shook his head.
"I'm serious." Chinen considered the offer. It was perfect. He wanted to convince this guy that it would be a good idea. One he wouldn't regret.
"In that case...maybe we could do it again?" He asked, treating this guy to wide, innocent eyes. He was actually serious about the question. He had really enjoyed his first time. It was an experience he wouldn't mind repeating. The feelings his body had gone through had been amazing, just thinking about it, the way their hot skin had slid against each other; the things this guy's mouth had done to him, made him want the guy to stay. The teen let his hands settle on Chinen's waist, but he was looking skeptical.
"You're twelve." He said. "I don't think-" Chinen gave him his best pout, the one that had won him free meals from random strangers nearly every night since he had run away from home. He found himself wishing he could remember his name, wishing he could whisper it, knowing that would probably seal the deal. He pressed a couple of kisses to the older teen's neck, murmuring. "It's fine, isn't it?" He pulled back, wrapping his arms loosely around the guys neck, leaning away just enough so that they were face to face. "We've already done it, anyway."
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