[multi-chapter] Kimi wo mamoru - Ch.5/???
Title: Kimi wo mamoru (To protect you)
Author: Saana
Pairing: Sakuraiba (main), Junma, Ohmiya (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
Previous chapters: Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4
Chapter 5 - Aiba POV
“Ano… Can you tell me about… Sakurai-sama…?”
For a second Toma just blinked at him as if he didn’t understand the question. Then he burst out laughing. And it became Masaki’s turn to blink back at the other man in confusion.
“Did I… say something funny?...” he asked, fidgeting with the hem of his yukata’s sleeve anxiously.
“You… you said… ‘Sakurai-sama’….” Toma said between laughter like it was the most hilarious thing he heard but the next moment he spotted something behind him, cutting his laughter. He cleared his throat. “You should just ask him” he whispered to him with an encouraging smile before turning on his heels, speed walking away from the garden.
Masaki felt his shoulders tense but he forced himself to turn around. As expected, Sakurai was standing behind him, clad in tailored dark suit and black shirt - a sight that made Masaki’s heart beat faster - but his face was clear of any emotion. Masaki felt himself blush again, wondering whether Sakurai heard his question or not. Like on previous occasions, the yakuza leader seemed to read his mind.
“Did you wanted ask something?” he asked as he settled on the steps leading to the garden.
Masaki couldn’t stop his fidgeting under the gaze of those dark eyes. But at the same time, he felt himself drawn to this mysterious man who is rumored to be a cold-blooded killed yet took him in, took care of him without wanting anything in exchange… ‘But only until he finds out…’ he thought and unexpected bitterness filled his chest at this thought.
“I…” Masaki started and seemingly unconsciously shuffled closer to the other man. “I wanted to… thank you for… taking care of me… I mean… taking care of my injuries!” he corrected himself hastily when he realized the double meaning of his words. Bright red blush flushed his cheeks in an instant.
A small indulgent smile appeared on Sakurai’s lips as he stood up and walked closer to him. Masaki felt his body tense at the close proximity. But for once, it wasn’t out of fear. His heart rate did pick up and he found himself holding his breath. Yet not out of terror but anticipation. Like in a dream, Masaki watched as the older man raised his hand, grazing his fingers over the bandage on his temple, caressing his face gently, and running down to his chin. The younger man was surprised to see such deep sadness in Sakurai’s dark eyes.
“I really am sorry…” the yakuza boss said on a barely audible tone. Masaki didn’t even realize that he was leaning into his gentle touch. “You’re so young, so pretty… Yet you got mixed up in this…”
Their faces were separated by mere inches by now, their breath mixing and Masaki felt strange anticipation washing over him, buzzing in his whole body. Longing for one more touch… He was tipping his chin up slightly, waiting… But the next moment their intimate bubble was broken. Sakurai jerked away from him, for a moment his face showed such a pained expression - or was that just Masaki’s imagination? Anyway, by the time the younger man blinked away the fog of confusion from his eyes, Sakurai was standing by the door, his face unreadable again.
“If you need anything, just ask Toma” he said on an emotionless tone then left hurriedly.
Masaki didn’t even try to mask the hurt feelings on his face…
Days passed before Masaki saw Sakurai again.
Since he had nothing to do at this place, he asked Toma if he could use the kitchen. He really felt uneasy here - well, most of the time, except when he was around - and cooking always calmed him down.
“I see you made yourself at home”
Masaki flinched a little at that voice. Slight blush raised to his cheeks as he slowly turned to look at Sakurai.
“You said to ask Toma if I need something. So I did…” he said with unusual confidence. Probably because he was in his own element for once.
An amused expression appeared on Sakurai’s face at this answer. He must have noticed the difference too. It made Masaki’s blush deepen.
“That’s true” Sakurai nodded, amusement twinkling in his dark eyes, making Masaki’s heart beat pick up.
“Ehm… would you try some, Sakurai-sama?” he asked with reddening cheeks, avoiding eye contact with the other man again.
“Sho”
Masaki’s head shot up in surprise.
“Call me Sho, please” the man clarified. “And yes, I’d like to try your cooking. It smells delicious” he added with a smile.
“S…sho-sama…” Masaki stuttered, blush spreading down his neck just from forming the man’s given name. He quickly turned to serve the ramen and gyoza he made, using this time trying to fight back the redness from his face.
“Ittadakimasu…” Sho mumbled before taking a bite of the food. “This is really good” he praised.
“Really? Yokatta!” Masaki sighed with relief and a bright smile appeared on his face.
Surprisingly - at least for Masaki, for sure - he was able to forget who the other man was and they could just chat casually. The same he always did with all the customers at his part-time job.
“You’re really good at this” Sho said with a smile when he finished eating.
“No! I’m still so far from that. But I can learn a lot from Take-san at my part-time job. Well… I could…” Masaki said with a small shrug and busied himself with washing the dished to hide his sadness. He didn’t want the yakuza boss to see it. He knew he should be grateful for everything he already received and shouldn’t push his luck but… Sho even stayed to keep him company while he cleaned up so…
“I… wanted to ask something from you…” Masaki said, fidgeting a little as he turned to face Sho.
At this the other man seemed to tense, his face became unreadable again. His yakuza face…
“I told you to ask Toma if you need something” he said and stood up to leave.
“I know but…!” Sho already had his back to Masaki, but - with some unexpected courage - the young man grabbed the other’s wrist to stop him. Sho did stop but he didn’t turn back. “I think it’s not something he’s… authorized to provide to me…” Masaki finished mumbling. He already felt his little courage slipping away. The touch of Sho’s skin made him weak in the knees…
“What is it then?” Sho’s voice had an edge that Masaki couldn’t understand so he decided to ignore it for now.
“Since… I can’t leave… will you let me… to make a phone call at least?” he asked on a small voice.
“You’re not under arrest here. It’s for your own safety” the older man said almost mechanically. He pulled himself free from Masaki’s grip. “You can use that phone” he added finally motioning to the device on the wall before leaving the kitchen hurriedly.
Masaki waited till the door was closed before rushing to the phone. For the first time in his life he regretted not having a mobile. He knew he could’ve just use the phone without asking but he was kind of terrified from the thought only what could happen if he’d have been caught…
With slightly trembling fingers he dialed the number from heart.
“Nino-chan?” he whispered when the other party answered the call. “I’m fine… Yeah… No, I have no idea… Most probably still Tokyo… Yeah… No! Forget it! It’s too dangerous for you!... Nino!” his voice raised without him even noticing as the desperation went higher in his tone. But before he could say anything more, the other hang up on him…
What did he do?...
A/N: okay, so I guess nothing really happened here.... sorry? but Nino made an appearance!!!! well, sort of.... 🤣😅 I have a feeling that despite the POV changes, it still kinda Sho-centric... I think I wrote more action around him... well, I hope you still like it 😊 also, I'm thinking about trying to squeez in another update-day in my life for this story. Tuesdays... I'm not sure, it might depend on RL but from next week, I'll try to post two updates a week since some of you really seemed to be impatient and I'm also impatient to share this story with you 😁❤
Author: Saana
Pairing: Sakuraiba (main), Junma, Ohmiya (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
Previous chapters: Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4
Chapter 5 - Aiba POV
“Ano… Can you tell me about… Sakurai-sama…?”
For a second Toma just blinked at him as if he didn’t understand the question. Then he burst out laughing. And it became Masaki’s turn to blink back at the other man in confusion.
“Did I… say something funny?...” he asked, fidgeting with the hem of his yukata’s sleeve anxiously.
“You… you said… ‘Sakurai-sama’….” Toma said between laughter like it was the most hilarious thing he heard but the next moment he spotted something behind him, cutting his laughter. He cleared his throat. “You should just ask him” he whispered to him with an encouraging smile before turning on his heels, speed walking away from the garden.
Masaki felt his shoulders tense but he forced himself to turn around. As expected, Sakurai was standing behind him, clad in tailored dark suit and black shirt - a sight that made Masaki’s heart beat faster - but his face was clear of any emotion. Masaki felt himself blush again, wondering whether Sakurai heard his question or not. Like on previous occasions, the yakuza leader seemed to read his mind.
“Did you wanted ask something?” he asked as he settled on the steps leading to the garden.
Masaki couldn’t stop his fidgeting under the gaze of those dark eyes. But at the same time, he felt himself drawn to this mysterious man who is rumored to be a cold-blooded killed yet took him in, took care of him without wanting anything in exchange… ‘But only until he finds out…’ he thought and unexpected bitterness filled his chest at this thought.
“I…” Masaki started and seemingly unconsciously shuffled closer to the other man. “I wanted to… thank you for… taking care of me… I mean… taking care of my injuries!” he corrected himself hastily when he realized the double meaning of his words. Bright red blush flushed his cheeks in an instant.
A small indulgent smile appeared on Sakurai’s lips as he stood up and walked closer to him. Masaki felt his body tense at the close proximity. But for once, it wasn’t out of fear. His heart rate did pick up and he found himself holding his breath. Yet not out of terror but anticipation. Like in a dream, Masaki watched as the older man raised his hand, grazing his fingers over the bandage on his temple, caressing his face gently, and running down to his chin. The younger man was surprised to see such deep sadness in Sakurai’s dark eyes.
“I really am sorry…” the yakuza boss said on a barely audible tone. Masaki didn’t even realize that he was leaning into his gentle touch. “You’re so young, so pretty… Yet you got mixed up in this…”
Their faces were separated by mere inches by now, their breath mixing and Masaki felt strange anticipation washing over him, buzzing in his whole body. Longing for one more touch… He was tipping his chin up slightly, waiting… But the next moment their intimate bubble was broken. Sakurai jerked away from him, for a moment his face showed such a pained expression - or was that just Masaki’s imagination? Anyway, by the time the younger man blinked away the fog of confusion from his eyes, Sakurai was standing by the door, his face unreadable again.
“If you need anything, just ask Toma” he said on an emotionless tone then left hurriedly.
Masaki didn’t even try to mask the hurt feelings on his face…
Days passed before Masaki saw Sakurai again.
Since he had nothing to do at this place, he asked Toma if he could use the kitchen. He really felt uneasy here - well, most of the time, except when he was around - and cooking always calmed him down.
“I see you made yourself at home”
Masaki flinched a little at that voice. Slight blush raised to his cheeks as he slowly turned to look at Sakurai.
“You said to ask Toma if I need something. So I did…” he said with unusual confidence. Probably because he was in his own element for once.
An amused expression appeared on Sakurai’s face at this answer. He must have noticed the difference too. It made Masaki’s blush deepen.
“That’s true” Sakurai nodded, amusement twinkling in his dark eyes, making Masaki’s heart beat pick up.
“Ehm… would you try some, Sakurai-sama?” he asked with reddening cheeks, avoiding eye contact with the other man again.
“Sho”
Masaki’s head shot up in surprise.
“Call me Sho, please” the man clarified. “And yes, I’d like to try your cooking. It smells delicious” he added with a smile.
“S…sho-sama…” Masaki stuttered, blush spreading down his neck just from forming the man’s given name. He quickly turned to serve the ramen and gyoza he made, using this time trying to fight back the redness from his face.
“Ittadakimasu…” Sho mumbled before taking a bite of the food. “This is really good” he praised.
“Really? Yokatta!” Masaki sighed with relief and a bright smile appeared on his face.
Surprisingly - at least for Masaki, for sure - he was able to forget who the other man was and they could just chat casually. The same he always did with all the customers at his part-time job.
“You’re really good at this” Sho said with a smile when he finished eating.
“No! I’m still so far from that. But I can learn a lot from Take-san at my part-time job. Well… I could…” Masaki said with a small shrug and busied himself with washing the dished to hide his sadness. He didn’t want the yakuza boss to see it. He knew he should be grateful for everything he already received and shouldn’t push his luck but… Sho even stayed to keep him company while he cleaned up so…
“I… wanted to ask something from you…” Masaki said, fidgeting a little as he turned to face Sho.
At this the other man seemed to tense, his face became unreadable again. His yakuza face…
“I told you to ask Toma if you need something” he said and stood up to leave.
“I know but…!” Sho already had his back to Masaki, but - with some unexpected courage - the young man grabbed the other’s wrist to stop him. Sho did stop but he didn’t turn back. “I think it’s not something he’s… authorized to provide to me…” Masaki finished mumbling. He already felt his little courage slipping away. The touch of Sho’s skin made him weak in the knees…
“What is it then?” Sho’s voice had an edge that Masaki couldn’t understand so he decided to ignore it for now.
“Since… I can’t leave… will you let me… to make a phone call at least?” he asked on a small voice.
“You’re not under arrest here. It’s for your own safety” the older man said almost mechanically. He pulled himself free from Masaki’s grip. “You can use that phone” he added finally motioning to the device on the wall before leaving the kitchen hurriedly.
Masaki waited till the door was closed before rushing to the phone. For the first time in his life he regretted not having a mobile. He knew he could’ve just use the phone without asking but he was kind of terrified from the thought only what could happen if he’d have been caught…
With slightly trembling fingers he dialed the number from heart.
“Nino-chan?” he whispered when the other party answered the call. “I’m fine… Yeah… No, I have no idea… Most probably still Tokyo… Yeah… No! Forget it! It’s too dangerous for you!... Nino!” his voice raised without him even noticing as the desperation went higher in his tone. But before he could say anything more, the other hang up on him…
What did he do?...
A/N: okay, so I guess nothing really happened here.... sorry? but Nino made an appearance!!!! well, sort of.... 🤣😅 I have a feeling that despite the POV changes, it still kinda Sho-centric... I think I wrote more action around him... well, I hope you still like it 😊 also, I'm thinking about trying to squeez in another update-day in my life for this story. Tuesdays... I'm not sure, it might depend on RL but from next week, I'll try to post two updates a week since some of you really seemed to be impatient and I'm also impatient to share this story with you 😁❤