Notice Pt. 1
Author: shy_mizuno
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: DAIKI IS NOT THIS CRAZY! THIS IS FAKE
Summary: Three stories of the secrets nobody notices.
Note: This is typed up so I have at least 1 story up from my 2010+ post. So it might be complete crap - be aware.
Ryutaro had become more and more afraid of the dark in the past three months. Month after Month, day after day, walking home alone became a chore - one that he wished never existed in the first place.
“And…” a voice sang, “We meet again, Ryutaro.”
He froze and held his bag to his chest, as if it could explode into a weapon when he wanted it to. “Please, just leave me alone, okay? It’s late and I want to go home.” His voice wavered, in stability and pitch continually through his speech.
“But…then I wouldn’t be able to see your pretty little face.” The man reached out to his face and Ryutaro recoiled back. And he recoiled back into the chests of four other men.
“I…can you please just leave me alone, please? Just tonight…” He shut his eyes tight, tears squirting out the corners.
His predator smiled in the dark and another hand reached out to his cheek. “I don’t think so…Ryu…Ta…Ro.” Ryutaro bit his lip, holding his bag even tighter.
“Ryutaro? Ryutaro, where are you?!” The scene froze. The other male turned around and saw a smaller one looking down the street. He looked at Rytuaro and laughed. “Well…looks like you’re gonna get your wish tonight.” He ran a hand through Ryutaro’s hair, walking away with the other four.
“Ryutaro! There you are!” Daiki jogged up to him. His arms went around the youngest. “Ryutaro, what’s wrong?”
He didn’t want to cry, but he fell into those arms and wetted the elder’s shirt. “Thank you so much, Daiki-kun.”
“Come on; let’s go to my house. I don’t think you should be alone tonight.” Ryutaro nodded. Daiki smiled as gently as he could and the two walked down the street.
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“Daiki-kun…could I talk to you?” Ryutaro’s red cheeks almost put a smile on Daiki’s face. But he held back and nodded to the youngest. They walked out to the hallway, where Ryutaro seemed even more nervous.
“What is it, Ryutaro?”
Ryutaro shifted from foot to foot. “I…I just wanted to thank you. This past month…it’s been pretty hard. But…But you…you always come to my…rescue. So…” He jumped at Daiki and threw his arms around the elder’s neck. Daiki stood frozen, arms instinctively wrapping around the younger’s waist.
They stood there for a while, an awkward silence thickening to knife-cutting proportions. Ryutaro was the one to pull away, planting a kiss on Daiki’s cheek. He ran away, cheeks more flushed than they had been.
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Ryutaro tapped his foot outside the jimusho. He hadn’t meant to avoid Daiki throughout the day - really. It’s just that coincidentally, BEST and 7 had separate activities at just that moment and throughout the day. But now, at the end, he would wait to walk home with the shortest BEST - and wait for his answer to his feelings.
“Well, well, well…here we are again…” His blood ran cold. Looking up, it was the same man that cornered him way too many times in the streets.
“What…what…there are cameras here - if you do anything to me, you’ll be caught for sure.”
The man smiled and his cohorts stepped closer. “I don’t think your cameras will do anything.” And he saw black.
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“Ryutaro? Ryutaro? Are you awake?” The voices solidified into one - one that was ever so familiar. Though blind, Ryutaro’s head snapped up and he looked around. “Daiki? Is that you?”
“This is probably a little uncomfortable, isn’t it? How about I take this off?” The cloth that had been wrapped around his vision was pulled down and Daiki’s face came into his vision.
“Daiki-kun…we need to get out of here. The…that guy from before…he…” Ryutaro stopped talking when everything clashed together in his mind. They were in a barren warehouse. His hands were tied together. He was on the floor.
And none of this affected Daiki - he didn’t even seem phased. In fact, he was smiling. He reached out to play with the younger’s hair. “Ryutaro…don’t you understand?” Ryutaro looked on with wide, innocent eyes. “That man works for me. I’ve been paying him to scare you.”
“What?” No, it couldn’t be. Not Daiki…not his… “Daiki-kun…say it’s not so…”
Daiki stood and walked about the warehouse. In his steps, more of the men from before appeared - even the man who had cornered him. “I meant to play this game a little longer until you couldn’t even stand that dark…but then you played a little trump card.” He looked at Ryutaro over his shoulder. “Who knew you’d fall in love with me.” Even in the dark light, Ryutaro could see a cruel smile.
“Why? Why, Daiki-kun?”
Daiki walked back to him and shrugged his shoulder. “I’m bored, I guess.” His hand went through Ryutaro’s hair once more and yanked his head back. “Now…why don’t we go to the next level?” His lips were placed against Ryutaro’s.
Ryutaro pulled away. “No…I don’t want this.” He looked up with innocent, puppy-dog eyes. “Daiki-kun, this isn’t you. Please…let me go.”
Daiki let a hand trail down the side of Ryutaro’s face. A sick feeling tumbled over in his stomach and he winced at the touch. “Ryutaro…in case you haven’t noticed - this is the real me.” He kissed Ryutaro once again, choking him with his tongue.
Ryutaro pulled away, but Daiki bit down in his collar. Ryutaro screamed in pain and tried to pull his body away. Daiki wrapped an arm around him, fingernails digging cruelly into his back. He screamed again. He tried to kick against the elder. “NO! LET ME GO! HELP!” The men gathered closer and closer around him, drowning out his screams.
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“Ryu-chan! Your wrists look hurt! What happened?” Yabu held his hands tight, looking the younger straight in the eyes.
Ryutaro bit his lip, trying to find the right words to speak. How would his leader react to know the short BEST member took advantage of him? “I…”
Daiki walked through the doors of the dressing room.
His mind went blank with fear and he scrambled for new words. “Oh…Uhm…I was…I was fighting…with Shintaro. I must’ve hu-hurt my wrists on the carpet.” He nodded and managed a half-smirk. “I’ll be more careful Yabu-kun.”
It seemed so weak, but with how often - and how violent - he fought with his brother, somehow, Yabu bought it. He took one hand and brushed it through Ryutaro’s hair. IT was a physical effort not to recoil. “You should take better care of yourself - and your brother.” He looked the younger back in the eyes. “Wait here; I’ve got some lotion in my bag.” Ryutaro nodded and Yabu left the room.
“Ryutaro, come over here.” Daiki’s voice rang in the empty room. Ryutaro sat with his back to the other. “Ryutaro, come here.” His voice was harsh and hard and it made Ryutaro shake. He slowly stood up and moved to the couch Daiki lounged on. He sat down, keeping at least another person of distance between them.
Daiki smiled, wrapping his arm around the other’s shoulders and bringing him close. “Ne, how about you come over to my house tonight?” Ryutaro said nothing and avoided his eyes. “Great! We’ll have so much fun tonight.” Daiki kissed his cheek and Ryutaro cringed.
Daiki jumped off the seat, walking to the door. Ryutaro sat tense in his seat, eyes looking to his lap. “Oh, and Ryutaro?” Ryutaro winced, afraid of what would come. “I hope you won’t tell anybody - I want it to be just you and me.” The door opened and closed and Ryutaro let himself begin to cry.
Why didn’t Yabu notice that he was lying? Why didn’t anybody notice somebody was crying in the dressing room? Why didn’t anybody notice how tense he was?
Why didn’t anybody notice?