[multi-chapter] Kimi wo mamoru - Ch.3/???
Title: Kimi wo mamoru (To protect you)
Author: Saana
Pairing: Sakuraiba (main), Janma (side)
Rating: R and up (for violence and other things probably…)
Genre: yakuza!AU; action, angst, romance
Warning: possible OOCness, violence, minor character death
Disc.: this is a fanfiction, which means I’m a fan and this is fiction
Summary: He never wanted war. He did everything in his power to avoid it but he’ll be dead before he back down from the fight if they threaten him or what’s precious to him…
A/N: I planned and started writing to change the POV of Sho and Aiba which probably be annoying at times but after agonizing over it for some time, I decided I'll stick with it for a while cause I think it gives a certain flavor to the story (or I'm just weird, that's totally possible) But the story is for your enjoyment too so if along the way a lot of you will complain about it, I'll re-write it, I promise
Chapter 3 - Aiba POV
‘You should sleep now. I promise no one will harm you in any way while you’re here…’
The words rang in Masaki’s ears long after the yakuza leader left him alone. Despite being emotionally and physically exhausted; despite the pills he took, he found it hard to actually fall asleep. He felt his mind was running a mile by the second. Fear lurking in his heart yet he felt strangely safe at the same time. He heard enough about the young head of the Sakurai clan, and that promised him no good if… But what he knew of the man was in complete opposition with what his instincts told him about the man who took care of his wounds. And it confused him way too much.
‘Why? Why does it have to be me?’ Masaki thought whimpering softly from physical and emotional pain. He tried to turn around but pain shot through his whole body, forcing him to lay unmoving. ‘I never wanted to be a part of this…’ he thought bitterly, barely noticing the tears slipping from behind his tightly closed eyelids.
In the end it was almost morning when dreamless sleep finally claimed him…
Soft murmuring noises woke Masaki up.
The events of the previous night came back to him in a rush. He shut his eyes tightly, and curled up in the futon as much as he could with his injured body, pulling the sheets over his head as if that would protect him reality.
But of course, it didn’t work like that.
He flinched - visible even under the thick covers - when he heard the door sliding open. When he didn’t hear approaching steps after the door was closed, he cautiously peeked out from his hiding place. He knew he must be looking ridiculously childish but he couldn’t suppress his mixed, confused feelings in front of such a dangerous - and unpredictable, if one listened to the street rumors - man.
“You must be hungry” Sakurai said softly, indicating the tray he brought with him.
Masaki wanted to deny it but - of course - his stomach chose that exact moment to grumble loudly. The young man felt himself blushing till the tip of his ears.
“I take that as a ‘yes’” the other man said and to Masaki’s greatest astonishment, he chuckled shortly. Picking up the tray, he settled next to the futon just like he did the previous night. “I’d also like to change your bandages” he explained when Masaki was caught staring at the small first aid kit that sat on the tray as well.
Masaki regarded him silently for a while. He really tried to figure out the older man but could come up with nothing. Finally he nodded his consent. He then sat up with some difficulty but kept the sheets pulled up to his neck to hide as much of his body, as he could. This earned him an amused glance from the older man.
“It won’t quite work this way…” he said gently.
Masaki winced at his own behavior but dropped the sheet reluctantly, his hands hiding and fidgeting nervously under the blanket. He was grateful that Sakurai didn’t push for conversation - or would that be interrogation in this case? Masaki wasn’t sure. Sakurai worked silently, efficiently. A shiver ran down Masaki’s body when those calloused fingers kept brushing against his skin.
“You must be cold. I’m sorry” Sakurai said misunderstanding Masaki’s reaction as one caused by spending hours in a torn top that barely covered half of his upper body. When Sakurai was finished with the bandage, he took off his shirt and covered Masaki’s shoulders with it. “It must be doing the job for now. Once you ate, you’ll be taken to the bath. You’ll be given clean clothes too” he said, those dark eyes studying Masaki’s face intently. In the meantime Masaki did his best no to stare too obviously at the man who was now sitting next to him in a tanktop only, displaying his muscled arms and chest. The yakuza leader might’ve taken his silence as agreement because he reached for the food bowl and handed it to him.
“Why are you…?” Masaki immediately slapped his hand over his lips when he realized his mouth - again - wanted to ran away with him. One does not question the motives of a yakuza leader! It was a lesson, Masaki learned at a really young age.
Sakurai turned to look at him, eyebrows raised, amused lights twinkling in his dark eyes for a second.
“You want to know why I do this”
It wasn’t a question. Masaki’s eyes widened more - if that was even possible - and it must’ve meant ‘yes’ for the other man.
“I do this because I want you to see that I mean no harm to you. Despite what you must have heard. Nor will anybody else harm you here, I can assure you of that” the man said seriously.
Masaki caught a hint of anger flashing in man’s eyes when he said ‘despite what you must have heard’. He couldn’t help but wonder why that was? He was so deep in his thoughts that he automatically accepted the bowl that was handed to him. His eyes snapped to Sakurai’s face at the warm feeling - which was from the bowl only, he tried to reason himself, not from the man’s touch on his hands.
“Once you’re finished, someone will come to take you to the bath” he repeated his previous words.
When Masaki nodded - officially not trusting his mouth not to convey something stupid or dangerous instead of what he means to say - the older man stood up from next to him and left the room.
Masaki couldn’t help but he felt lonely suddenly…
Masaki was almost finished with the food when the door slid open again after a short knock.
“Hello, there!” the young man greeted him with a smile.
Masaki returned the smile a bit uncertainly as he put down the soup bowl from his hand.
“Just give me a minute…” he mumbled as he hastily pulled the borrowed shirt closed over his chest - he totally didn’t smell the faint traces of his cologne on it - covering his body as much as possible.
“It’s okay, I’m not in a haste” the man beamed at him. “By the way, my name is Toma”
“Masaki…” he introduced himself, his smile widening slightly seeing the other man’s brightly smiling face. It was kinda infectious…
“Here’re some clothes for later” Toma said, handing him a bundle when they reached the bathroom. “Take your time, no need to hurry. I’ll be waiting for you outside when you’re finished” Toma said with another friendly smile before left him alone.
For a moment Masaki just stared after him. Part of him wondered how can be someone like him involved with Sakurai… Then he quickly realized how much a hypocrite he was for thinking like that. He knew first handed that it does not work like that. Sighing softly he got ready for the bath. After all it did sound wonderful…
When he left the bathroom - to be honest, that was closer to an actual bath house than just a simple bathroom - he was surprised that Toma wasn’t there waiting for him. Unsure what to do, he tried to find his way back to the room he woke up in. He couldn’t help but be amazed by his surroundings. It was like those traditional Japanese homes; hardwood and tatami floor, sliding doors and lacquer furniture… Yet when he looked out the window, he found he was actually several stories up from the ground. It was kind of a weird feeling…
As he passed another open door, he stopped abruptly, it lead to an inner garden - well, he could see that it was actually a balcony but a traditional Japanese garden was built there - it was a beautiful sight and also Toma was there. Though he was talking another tall, dark haired man.
He knew it was rude, he should move on because it was like he was spying but he couldn’t help himself. The intimate air that surrounded them as they talked whispering… He was kind of envious of that. But Toma spotted him the next moment. The other man also glanced at him over his shoulder, his face was serious as he regarded him rather suspiciously. Masaki felt himself blushing deeply under his stare but he didn’t look away. In the end the tall man said something to Toma and left after squeezing his hand for a second.
Toma approached him smiling as Masaki stepped to the garden.
“Feeling better? How are your injuries?” he asked.
“I’m fine. Thank you” Masaki answered. “Ano…” he started hesitating. “Can you tell me about… Sakurai-sama…?” he asked uncertainly.
A/N: update here! what do you think? I'm actually really into writing this story, and I'm also really curious about your opinion. to be honest, I already have 15 or chaps completed for this. I'm about to write the endgame for this but I'm kinda stuck... I think I went a bit over with the emotional side of this story, despite I wanted to write it action-themed so I now have to do my best to turn back to the actual story-line. well, I'll do my best! and for the time being, let me know what you think! yoroshiku~! 😊😘
Author: Saana
Pairing: Sakuraiba (main), Janma (side)
Rating: R and up (for violence and other things probably…)
Genre: yakuza!AU; action, angst, romance
Warning: possible OOCness, violence, minor character death
Disc.: this is a fanfiction, which means I’m a fan and this is fiction
Summary: He never wanted war. He did everything in his power to avoid it but he’ll be dead before he back down from the fight if they threaten him or what’s precious to him…
A/N: I planned and started writing to change the POV of Sho and Aiba which probably be annoying at times but after agonizing over it for some time, I decided I'll stick with it for a while cause I think it gives a certain flavor to the story (or I'm just weird, that's totally possible) But the story is for your enjoyment too so if along the way a lot of you will complain about it, I'll re-write it, I promise
Chapter 3 - Aiba POV
‘You should sleep now. I promise no one will harm you in any way while you’re here…’
The words rang in Masaki’s ears long after the yakuza leader left him alone. Despite being emotionally and physically exhausted; despite the pills he took, he found it hard to actually fall asleep. He felt his mind was running a mile by the second. Fear lurking in his heart yet he felt strangely safe at the same time. He heard enough about the young head of the Sakurai clan, and that promised him no good if… But what he knew of the man was in complete opposition with what his instincts told him about the man who took care of his wounds. And it confused him way too much.
‘Why? Why does it have to be me?’ Masaki thought whimpering softly from physical and emotional pain. He tried to turn around but pain shot through his whole body, forcing him to lay unmoving. ‘I never wanted to be a part of this…’ he thought bitterly, barely noticing the tears slipping from behind his tightly closed eyelids.
In the end it was almost morning when dreamless sleep finally claimed him…
Soft murmuring noises woke Masaki up.
The events of the previous night came back to him in a rush. He shut his eyes tightly, and curled up in the futon as much as he could with his injured body, pulling the sheets over his head as if that would protect him reality.
But of course, it didn’t work like that.
He flinched - visible even under the thick covers - when he heard the door sliding open. When he didn’t hear approaching steps after the door was closed, he cautiously peeked out from his hiding place. He knew he must be looking ridiculously childish but he couldn’t suppress his mixed, confused feelings in front of such a dangerous - and unpredictable, if one listened to the street rumors - man.
“You must be hungry” Sakurai said softly, indicating the tray he brought with him.
Masaki wanted to deny it but - of course - his stomach chose that exact moment to grumble loudly. The young man felt himself blushing till the tip of his ears.
“I take that as a ‘yes’” the other man said and to Masaki’s greatest astonishment, he chuckled shortly. Picking up the tray, he settled next to the futon just like he did the previous night. “I’d also like to change your bandages” he explained when Masaki was caught staring at the small first aid kit that sat on the tray as well.
Masaki regarded him silently for a while. He really tried to figure out the older man but could come up with nothing. Finally he nodded his consent. He then sat up with some difficulty but kept the sheets pulled up to his neck to hide as much of his body, as he could. This earned him an amused glance from the older man.
“It won’t quite work this way…” he said gently.
Masaki winced at his own behavior but dropped the sheet reluctantly, his hands hiding and fidgeting nervously under the blanket. He was grateful that Sakurai didn’t push for conversation - or would that be interrogation in this case? Masaki wasn’t sure. Sakurai worked silently, efficiently. A shiver ran down Masaki’s body when those calloused fingers kept brushing against his skin.
“You must be cold. I’m sorry” Sakurai said misunderstanding Masaki’s reaction as one caused by spending hours in a torn top that barely covered half of his upper body. When Sakurai was finished with the bandage, he took off his shirt and covered Masaki’s shoulders with it. “It must be doing the job for now. Once you ate, you’ll be taken to the bath. You’ll be given clean clothes too” he said, those dark eyes studying Masaki’s face intently. In the meantime Masaki did his best no to stare too obviously at the man who was now sitting next to him in a tanktop only, displaying his muscled arms and chest. The yakuza leader might’ve taken his silence as agreement because he reached for the food bowl and handed it to him.
“Why are you…?” Masaki immediately slapped his hand over his lips when he realized his mouth - again - wanted to ran away with him. One does not question the motives of a yakuza leader! It was a lesson, Masaki learned at a really young age.
Sakurai turned to look at him, eyebrows raised, amused lights twinkling in his dark eyes for a second.
“You want to know why I do this”
It wasn’t a question. Masaki’s eyes widened more - if that was even possible - and it must’ve meant ‘yes’ for the other man.
“I do this because I want you to see that I mean no harm to you. Despite what you must have heard. Nor will anybody else harm you here, I can assure you of that” the man said seriously.
Masaki caught a hint of anger flashing in man’s eyes when he said ‘despite what you must have heard’. He couldn’t help but wonder why that was? He was so deep in his thoughts that he automatically accepted the bowl that was handed to him. His eyes snapped to Sakurai’s face at the warm feeling - which was from the bowl only, he tried to reason himself, not from the man’s touch on his hands.
“Once you’re finished, someone will come to take you to the bath” he repeated his previous words.
When Masaki nodded - officially not trusting his mouth not to convey something stupid or dangerous instead of what he means to say - the older man stood up from next to him and left the room.
Masaki couldn’t help but he felt lonely suddenly…
Masaki was almost finished with the food when the door slid open again after a short knock.
“Hello, there!” the young man greeted him with a smile.
Masaki returned the smile a bit uncertainly as he put down the soup bowl from his hand.
“Just give me a minute…” he mumbled as he hastily pulled the borrowed shirt closed over his chest - he totally didn’t smell the faint traces of his cologne on it - covering his body as much as possible.
“It’s okay, I’m not in a haste” the man beamed at him. “By the way, my name is Toma”
“Masaki…” he introduced himself, his smile widening slightly seeing the other man’s brightly smiling face. It was kinda infectious…
“Here’re some clothes for later” Toma said, handing him a bundle when they reached the bathroom. “Take your time, no need to hurry. I’ll be waiting for you outside when you’re finished” Toma said with another friendly smile before left him alone.
For a moment Masaki just stared after him. Part of him wondered how can be someone like him involved with Sakurai… Then he quickly realized how much a hypocrite he was for thinking like that. He knew first handed that it does not work like that. Sighing softly he got ready for the bath. After all it did sound wonderful…
When he left the bathroom - to be honest, that was closer to an actual bath house than just a simple bathroom - he was surprised that Toma wasn’t there waiting for him. Unsure what to do, he tried to find his way back to the room he woke up in. He couldn’t help but be amazed by his surroundings. It was like those traditional Japanese homes; hardwood and tatami floor, sliding doors and lacquer furniture… Yet when he looked out the window, he found he was actually several stories up from the ground. It was kind of a weird feeling…
As he passed another open door, he stopped abruptly, it lead to an inner garden - well, he could see that it was actually a balcony but a traditional Japanese garden was built there - it was a beautiful sight and also Toma was there. Though he was talking another tall, dark haired man.
He knew it was rude, he should move on because it was like he was spying but he couldn’t help himself. The intimate air that surrounded them as they talked whispering… He was kind of envious of that. But Toma spotted him the next moment. The other man also glanced at him over his shoulder, his face was serious as he regarded him rather suspiciously. Masaki felt himself blushing deeply under his stare but he didn’t look away. In the end the tall man said something to Toma and left after squeezing his hand for a second.
Toma approached him smiling as Masaki stepped to the garden.
“Feeling better? How are your injuries?” he asked.
“I’m fine. Thank you” Masaki answered. “Ano…” he started hesitating. “Can you tell me about… Sakurai-sama…?” he asked uncertainly.
A/N: update here! what do you think? I'm actually really into writing this story, and I'm also really curious about your opinion. to be honest, I already have 15 or chaps completed for this. I'm about to write the endgame for this but I'm kinda stuck... I think I went a bit over with the emotional side of this story, despite I wanted to write it action-themed so I now have to do my best to turn back to the actual story-line. well, I'll do my best! and for the time being, let me know what you think! yoroshiku~! 😊😘