You Found Me: a Heisei Kumi Fanfic (6/19)
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 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
It was really strange to be laying there next to Takaki, talking. All of their previous interactions had kept any words shared between them at a minimal, save for Takaki's sudden attempt to supposedly 'get to know' Chinen about a month before. It wasn't necessarily bad, but Chinen was kind of uncomfortable, not sure what to do. And when they fell into a silence he shifted, putting a hand on Takaki's chest and leaning in to kiss him; to initiate their usual more physical interactions. But Takaki cursed, the words coming out in a yelp like a hurt dog, his whole face wrenching up in pain as Chinen put weight down on the older teen's body. He jerked back at once, the noise startling him, and Takaki hissed, taking a few quick shallow breaths, pain still written on his face.
"I-um..." Chinen wasn't really going to apologize; he hadn't done anything wrong as far as he was aware. But Takaki didn't seem to want an apology, he himself sounding rather sorry as he muttered
"I kinda cracked my ribs." He let his eyes flutter shut until the pain subsided, and once he finally opened them again he explained. "It was the Wakaba. It's the first time they've managed to break them. They're pretty much better, but heavy pressure...it hurts." Chinen carefully lifted the hem of Takaki's shirt, peeking under it to see that the older teen had bandages binding his chest, wrapping around under his arms all the way down to his belly button. He sat up, suddenly conscious of any physical contact, as if any brush of their skin could bring pain to his bedmate.
What were they going to do now? What was their relationship-so purely physical, so one dimensional in that their views of each other had been so limited before-going to be? He felt like he was floundering, because what was he going to do if not fuck Takaki? How was he supposed to act, supposed to feel, supposed to be around the older teen? Their position, with Takaki having just opened up a piece of himself to Chinen, was already evolving into something new. He didn't know what it was, and it scared him immensely. His hands were twisting in the sheets, fiddling with the edge, and he found himself without words, his tongue too big for his mouth.
Takaki gestured for Chinen to come closer. He had that look in his eyes, the one that pretty much always preceded sex. The one he was used to. "Kiss me Chinen." The older teen said, and Chinen raised up on his knees, leaning in and straddling the older boy, his hands on either side of Takaki's head to hold himself over top of his companion without putting pressure on him. It was strange to be on top of him like this, and for a moment Chinen paused, looking at Takaki's face, because it looked different from this angle. Everything about him was just a bit different than Chinen remembered it seemed. But the older boy started to blush under his gaze, and then to Chinen's utter amazement he started to fucking giggle, and completely unprepared to handle that, he scoffed and rolled his eyes before pressing their lips together tentatively.
Somehow it was different than all of their previous kisses. Perhaps it was that Takaki was still kind of laughing. Perhaps it was that usually Takaki was the one on top, the one enveloping his much smaller frame with his warm body. Perhaps it was because of their talk earlier. Regardless of the actual cause, it seemed to Chinen calmer than previous kisses. It was more measured and he didn't feel swept away in Takaki's big hands and hot chest. And even as the kissing evolved into proper foreplay, and then as he straddled the older boy's hips and took him inside of his body it never lost the new, different quality.
He was the one in charge. Takaki was responsive, he brushed Chinen's bangs out of his eyes, and would pull Chinen closer so that he could kiss him, one hand slowly pumping Chinen's erection as he rode him, but he never made a move to take control of their interaction, allowing Chinen to do as he pleased. Whether it was due to his injury or something else entirely Chinen didn't know, but he relished the feeling of complete power that washed over him. He was being trusted to make decisions. Takaki was trusting him, believing in his opinions, or at least he was open to what Chinen wanted, and Chinen loved that he got to decide what was happening. He felt strong and confident, and perhaps even a little bit happy, and after they had both come and the mess had been cleaned up he snuggled into Takaki's side, and the strong loneliness that he had been battling in the older teen's absence was completely tossed aside for a contentment that rivaled any he had ever felt before.
"Want to go out for lunch tomorrow?" Takaki asked suddenly, and Chinen had to take a moment to process the question, already falling asleep, curled up under the bigger boy's arm, the duvet pulled up over the both of them.
"Sure. If you pay. And it’s not ramen." He muttered, and he felt Takaki's whole body shake with laughter at his response. He felt the older boy's abdomen clench up and his muscles tense as he laughed, and Chinen squirmed, trying to get into a more comfortable position for sleep so that he wouldn't be jostled.
"Okay." Takaki agreed, one hand gently brushing Chinen's now immensely overgrown bangs from his forehead, and Chinen just nodded and tucked his nose into the crook of his bedmate's elbow, falling asleep in moments.
Chinen didn't remember waking up when Takaki left, but he figures he must have because the next morning-or by that point it was nearly afternoon really-he finds himself in a new position, the duvet tucked up around him as if he was a small child. Which he supposed he was; technically. If only in stature. He allowed himself to lay there enveloped in the warmth of the blankets, and he was trying to gauge how much time he had before his lunch with Takaki when the older teen tentatively pushed the door open, letting himself in. Chinen groaned at the sight of him, not quite ready or willing to get up, and he burrowed farther into his duvet, Takaki spotting him and grinning, sheepishly walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. After a moment of silence-in which Chinen rolled onto his side, his knees pressed up against Takaki's back-the older boy said
"So...when were you planning on getting up?"
"Ugh...shut up." He muttered, and the older teen just giggled, pausing a moment, obviously in thought, before saying
"If you go back to sleep then I'm making you buy dessert." Chinen sat up abruptly, feeling slightly dizzy as the blood rushed out of his head, but he had to ask
"There's dessert?"
"Sure. If you still want to go." Takaki affirmed, poking at Chinen's blanket clad side. That was all the motivation he needed, and he threw his tiny legs over the side of the mattress, sliding off the edge until his feet hit the floor, and he pitter-pattered around the hotel room, throwing on clothes and running his hands through his hair, and Takaki just watched and waited patiently until Chinen was finished before standing and walking over to the door, his large hand outstretched, open and waiting for Chinen to take. "Let's go." He said, that stupid, overly happy smile on his face. Tentatively, Chinen wrapped his hand around the older teen's, squeezing tight, and they left the hotel and went out into the world together for the first time.
It was weird but nice to walk out in the daylight, holding Takaki's hand and letting the older boy lead him to an unnamed restaurant for lunch. Chinen had never had anyone so openly display any affection for him before, and he felt rather self conscious, to his own surprise, staying silent the whole way there. Takaki led him through the streets, past shops and cafes and fast food places to a tiny diner farther out than Chinen had ever cared to wander before. It was full of foreign, western style foods, and they got a booth, Takaki opening Chinen's menu for him and saying
"These-" the older boy pointed to a good seven or eight things on the menu in turn "-are some of my favorites, but most everything here is good." Chinen nodded, quietly considering the menu for a while, but when it came time to order his food he just ended up asking for the same thing Takaki gets, and once their waiter is gone an awkward silence settled in between them and he found himself saying
"So, what brought this lunch about, Takaki-kun?" The older boy glanced across the table at him, releasing his drink straw from between his lips and shrugging.
"Shoon brought to my attention that you were still growing and needed proper nutrition. I figured all that instant ramen you eat probably doesn't have much nutritional value. Perhaps that's why you're so tiny Chinen-kun. You need to eat better so that you can grow." Chinen nodded, rather surprised. He wasn't really sure what response he had been expecting, but concern over his health was not it. He hadn't thought the older boy cared enough about him to worry about his physical state much, if at all. Perhaps there was something to Takaki's theory on his nutrition. But he now had a new question.
"Who's Shoon?"
"Oh he's my...well..."Takaki seemed to be thinking very seriously about Chinen's question, his lips pursed, brow furrowed.”He's the Kumi-cho. So you know how yesterday I told you about how I'm part of the Kitagawa Group, and more specifically I'm a part of the Heisei Kumi; which is the part of the group that controls this area?" He paused, and Chinen nodded, gesturing for him to continue. "Well Shoon is the top guy in the Heisei Kumi. He's like the boss. He decides when to fight and when to retreat. His word is our law."
He stopped talking as the waiter brought them their food. Takaki seemed to be struggling to get his thoughts out, quickly adding
"But he's more than that! He is the oldest in our house. He looks out for us. He teaches us how to fight and he patches us up when we get hurt. He took me in and he cares a lot about each of us. He's the closest thing I've ever had to a father...or maybe an older brother might be a better comparison." Chinen nodded, trying to understand Takaki's living situation as the older boy dug into his meal, some barbecue type thing that he seemed to be enjoying immensely.
"So...just how many of you are there?" Chinen asked, finally starting in on his own plate. Everything was piping hot, but it was positively amazing not to be eating instant ramen, and he found himself sighing in approval at just how delicious the food was. Takaki swallowed his bite, trying to answer his latest question.
"In the Kumi? I don't know. Maybe hundreds? I don't really pay much attention to the underlings. But I live with..." He started listing off unfamiliar names, counting on his fingers as he did so. "Shoon, obviously. And Yabu, Hikaru, Taiyo, Yuto, Daiki, Inoo, and Yamada. So in the house there are nine of us, including me." As Takaki had been talking Chinen had been eating, reveling in the tastes of real meat. He was interrupted when Takaki asked "But what about your family, Chinen-kun?" Chinen blinked in surprise, looking up at his companion, swallowing and saying
"What about it? We weren't talking about family." Takaki frowned, flicking his overgrown bangs out of his eyes.
"Yes we were. Those guys are my family. I've told you a lot about myself. It's your turn to talk." He looked a little annoyed at Chinen's protests, but the older teen paused, leaning across the table and wiping some sauce from Chinen's chin, his thumb rough, yet somehow the action was caring. Chinen huffed, his little chest rising and falling quickly with the action, but he agreed.
He goes on to tell Takaki about how his parents were rather well off, his father well known in the world of acrobatics, and his mother a once talented dancer. He tells him about how his parents were both miserable in their marriage, but how neither would ask for a divorce. He told the older boy about how he did have a sibling-a big sister-but she lived with their aunt and he'd only met her a handful of times. He talked about how his parents refused to have anything to do with him. He told Takaki how wholly unimportant he was in the lives of his family members, how meaningless his existence had been since he could remember. He explained all of this, and then ended it with a simple
"So I ran away." He felt extremely self conscious with how much he'd been talking. How much he'd been sharing with Takaki, and he averted his eyes, shoving food into his mouth. Takaki was staring at him, his meal forgotten, and after a moment he too looked down at his now nearly empty plate, saying
"I'd thought we were the same, since we both are runaways, but we're really not, are we Chinen-kun?" Chinen found himself getting upset. Takaki was right; they weren't alike at all really. He remembered when they had first properly talked, the day after they had met, how as soon as Takaki had heard that he had run away he'd immediately grown more sympathetic, offering to rent Chinen out the hotel room. Had everything he'd done up to this point been because the older teen had assumed that they were alike?
And now that he knew that they truly weren't he had no reason to be interested in Chinen anymore. Now that he knew that they really had almost nothing in common, he would cease caring about him, and once again Chinen would mean nothing. But just as he was thinking these things, Takaki said "You're really brave, to make that decision for yourself. I know I'm not strong enough to do that." Chinen looked up at him in surprise. "It's kind of amazing." He announced, a smile breaking out on his face. Chinen just sat there, surprised and not sure of what to do. He hadn't been expecting that reaction at all. But he liked the way that Takaki was looking at him, the affection in the older teen's eyes, and so he smiled back, before shoveling more of his lunch into his mouth.
Thankfully, after that Takaki didn't pester Chinen for any more information, instead talking about anything from the weather to his favorite fruit. They finished their lunches in minutes, and Takaki took Chinen's hand and led him back out into town. The two of them garnered a lot of stares, and even more intentionally averted eyes, Takaki's bruises an obvious indication of his lifestyle. Chinen wasn't used to so much attention, but Takaki didn't seem to notice it at all, and he was not surprised in the slightest when the vendor they got their ice cream from told them it was on the house, before Takaki even reached for his wallet, his tone overly polite, eyes cautious.
Chinen licked his ice cream happily, letting go of Takaki's hand to hold the cone, and as they walked he found himself chatting eagerly with Takaki, smiling and laughing. It grew to be late afternoon, the sun hot on his skin and bright in his eyes, and after he had finished his treat Takaki took his hand again, swinging their interlocked fingers. They went to that park where Chinen had beaten up those high school bullies, and Takaki pushed Chinen on the swing, and as he swung Chinen wondered if this, this feeling of being welcome and cared for was what love felt like. Because it was the best he could ever remember feeling.
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