Black Saint - Arc 1 - Chapitre 30
Title : Black Saint
Arc 1 - Definition of Bestfriends
Chapitre 30 - Leaving
Author :
zeon_avalanthe
Rating : PG-13 (For languanges in some chapters)
Genre : AU ; Angst
Pairing : YamaJima ; NakaChii ; OkaYama ; more will come as the story evolves..
Disclaimer : Everyone knows that I don't own any of those boys, sadly..
Summary : Black Saint, an underground organization which involved many kind of underground jobs the upperground people could have asked for. A place where two boys were struggling withing their own destiny while trying to find their own definition of something called 'Bestfriends'.
Author's Note : Please ignore my sucky summary like usual~ This story was inspired by an idea my bestfriend had this long time a go, and I kinda want to give it a go, in my own version of course.. I asked for his permission to use his idea, and thank God that he agreed~ XDD
Hope you'll like the story~ And comments are always appreciated~ XD
~~~Chapitre 30 - Leaving~~~
A soft knock from his front door was what brought Yuto out from his sleep. He slowly rose from his position and rubs his eyes sleepily. Staring at the still sleeping figure in front of him, Yuto then decided to check on his temperature again, only to frown, when he found out that Ryosuke's temperature hasn't reduced that much.
When another knock was heard, Yuto quickly stood to his feet and rushed to the front door. Opening the door hastily, he was slightly surprised at the sight of Yabu Kota smiling at him.
"Good morning, Nakajima-kun. I'm sorry to bother you this early in the morning."
"Yabu-kun." Yuto greeted the man. "Please come in."
The man bowed before following Yuto in. He then seated himself on the couch after Yuto told him to.
"Do you want to drink anything ?"
"Please don't bother, Nakajima-kun." Kota rejected the offer politely. "Anyway, is Bocchan awake ?"
Yuto immediately frowned at the question. "No, he's still asleep. And I'd rather have him sleep anyway."
"Why ? Is there something wrong ?" Kota asked curiously.
"Yeah, something is." Yuto nodded. "I think Yama-chan is sick."
"Bocchan is ?" Kota frowned. "May I see him then ?"
"Of course. Please this way." Yuto then stood and lead Kota into the bedroom where Ryosuke still sleeping peacefully, with Kuu curled up on top of the blanket.
Almost immediately, Kota already stood by the bedside and check his master. After a while, he turned back toward Yuto and bowed down.
"Bocchan must have caused you quite a trouble, Nakajima-kun, and I am deeply sorry for my incompetence which caused all of these." Kota apologized sincerely.
"It's nothing really. I'm not feeling bothered at all." Yuto smiled awkwardly at the older man. "And I should be saying sorry instead. I mean, I might be the cause that Yama-chan ended up like this."
Kota raised his head and smile. "You're a nice person, Nakajima-kun. I'm really thankful that you're willing to befriend Bocchan and care about him this much."
Yuto blushed at the compliment as he looked away. "It's nothing, really."
"Anyway, I suppose I will be taking Bocchan home. We can't intrude you more than this."
"Eh ? Is it okay ? I mean, about Yama-chan's parents-"
"It will be okay." Kota smile assuringly. "Bocchan's parents just left yesterday. I was about to pick Bocchan up anyway when I came here."
"Is that so." Yuto commented, feeling slightly disappointed.
Kota studied the boy's features for a while, before he smiled. "I was just feeling that it was rude of us to intrude you more than this. But you are always welcome to come and visit us, Nakajima-kun. Or even, maybe spend a night or two at our place. I believe Bocchan wouldn't mind."
"Ah, it's okay. Maybe I'll just visit Yama-chan later." Yuto declined the offer politely.
"Are you sure ? Who knows that it is actually what Bocchan wanted." Kota inquired. "I am actually hoping that you could stay by Bocchan side at his times of need. Bocchan might have never shown it, but in actually, he loved to be spoiled. Why don't you grant him that, Nakajima-kun ?"
Yuto smiled slightly while bowing his head low.
"Who knows, this might be your very last chance to spend times together." Kota added, rather sadly.
And as if being struck in the head, Yuto bit his lips hard. He wanted to come and make sure that Ryosuke is okay himself. But something stopped him from agreeing.
Yuto then turned around, avoiding eye contacts. "I- it's just-"
"Please, Nakajima-kun. Come with us. I insist."
Sighing, Yuto then nodded his head. "I understand. I'll be coming over with you then."
***
Opening his eyes slowly, Ryosuke smiled contendedly at the fluffiness of the bed he's on. He turned his body to the side, feeling something fell from his forehead in the process. But he could be careless. It'd been long since he last slept in a comfortable bed. But as he sniffed the all too familiar lavender scent from his pillow, realization struck him. He jolted up almost immediately, slightly regretting it afterward for it was causing a headache pounding his head. Grunting, he then slowly looked around only to frown deeper.
"How am I ended at my own bed again ?" He asked to nobody in particular.
"Because I took you here this prior morning, Bocchan."
Looking up, Ryosuke put an annoyed face at his butler who is walking closer toward his bed, carrying a tray of something Ryosuke doesn't want to know.
Growling, Ryosuke flopped back into his pillow. "Why ?"
Kota sighed at his master's act as he put down the tray on top of the bedside drawer.
"You were sick, Bocchan, and still is. It would be an inconvenience for Nakajima-kun if you were to stay there at this condition." Kota explained patiently. "Now, let me check your temperature again, Bocchan." He then proceeded to pick a thermometer and is about to put it inside Ryosuke's mouth when the boy turned around.
"Then, what did my parents said ?"
Kota sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Nothing."
"What do you mean by nothing ?" Ryosuke demanded childishly.
"Exactly how it was sounded, Bocchan." Answered Kota. "But your father did tell me to tell you that he is not going to let you off next time, right before he left."
"What is that supposed to mean ?" Kota could almost see the frown on the boy's forehead.
"That means, that your parents had left before I took you home, Bocchan. So you don't have to be worried. They won't just suddenly barged into your room, asking you things when you're still unwell." Kota ended with a smile. "Now, could you please allow me to take your temperature ?"
Ryosuke pouted as he turned back and let Kota put the thermometer inside his mouth this time. After a few seconds, the thermometer beep-ed and Kota took it out.
"Hmm... 38 °C... You still have the fever Bocchan. You should rest some more." Kota then placed the thermometer back on the tray. "Do you wish to have your dinner here or down at the dining room ? It's still early, but since you haven't eaten anything since this morning, I think it wouldn't hurt to have an early dinner."
"Hmm." Ryosuke barely gave a coherent answer as he rolls around on his bed.
Kota chuckled at that before he stood from his feet. "I'll just bring your dinner here, then. Rest well, Bocchan."
And with that, Kota left.
***
A good 10 minutes later, a knock came by Ryosuke's door. Thinking that it must be Kota with his dinner, Ryosuke just gruntled on his bed, burying his head deeper on his pillow. A moment later, the door was opened and footsteps could be heard coming closer. He then felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. Lazily, he rose from his position.
"I'm up, I'm up." He spoke lazily while rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Good then. You need to eat something anyway."
Ryosuke frowned. It wasn't Kota's voice. But it was familiar still. It was Yuto's voice. But he couldn't-
"Yuto ? What are you doing here ?" He asked incredulously at the figure sitting at the edge of his bed, holding a bowl in one hand, and a spoon in another.
"Pampering the sick boy." Yuto beamed cheerfully. "Now, say Aah-" Yuto raised the spoon and move it toward Ryosuke's lips who squirmed away from him.
"Whoa whoa ! Wait ! First, I can eat by myself." Almost forcefully, Ryosuke grab the bowl and the spoon from Yuto's hands. "And second, your answer doesn't answer anything !"
Yuto sighed before he plopped down onto Ryosuke's bed.
"Is it so wrong for me to stay here and make sure that you're okay ? I was just worried, really."
Ryosuke pouted as he spooned the chicken porridge from the bowl and feed himself.
"I'm sorry. And thanks for your concern." He spoke softly, which receive a smile from Yuto.
"Finish your food, Yama-chan. And get well soon."
***
"Yama-chan."
Ryosuke glanced toward the boy sitting on the other side of his bed, before returning his gaze to the book he was reading.
"Hn."
"I have decided."
"About what ?" Ryosuke asked calmly.
"About me leaving the organization and all."
Ryosuke stiffened at the statement. He stopped reading his book and turned his attention toward the lanky boy.
"As expected, I don't think I can stay any longer."
The older boy frowned as he saw a sad smile formed on Yuto's lips, but made no comment whatsoever.
"Will you listen to me, Yama-chan ?"
~~~End of Chapitre 30~~~
Just got back from my long and tiring vacation..
I won't be able to be online for another few days.. So expect that the next chappie will be posted, well, late.. *hides*
Arc 1 - Definition of Bestfriends
Chapitre 30 - Leaving
Author :
zeon_avalanthe
Rating : PG-13 (For languanges in some chapters)
Genre : AU ; Angst
Pairing : YamaJima ; NakaChii ; OkaYama ; more will come as the story evolves..
Disclaimer : Everyone knows that I don't own any of those boys, sadly..
Summary : Black Saint, an underground organization which involved many kind of underground jobs the upperground people could have asked for. A place where two boys were struggling withing their own destiny while trying to find their own definition of something called 'Bestfriends'.
Author's Note : Please ignore my sucky summary like usual~ This story was inspired by an idea my bestfriend had this long time a go, and I kinda want to give it a go, in my own version of course.. I asked for his permission to use his idea, and thank God that he agreed~ XDD
Hope you'll like the story~ And comments are always appreciated~ XD
~~~Chapitre 30 - Leaving~~~
A soft knock from his front door was what brought Yuto out from his sleep. He slowly rose from his position and rubs his eyes sleepily. Staring at the still sleeping figure in front of him, Yuto then decided to check on his temperature again, only to frown, when he found out that Ryosuke's temperature hasn't reduced that much.
When another knock was heard, Yuto quickly stood to his feet and rushed to the front door. Opening the door hastily, he was slightly surprised at the sight of Yabu Kota smiling at him.
"Good morning, Nakajima-kun. I'm sorry to bother you this early in the morning."
"Yabu-kun." Yuto greeted the man. "Please come in."
The man bowed before following Yuto in. He then seated himself on the couch after Yuto told him to.
"Do you want to drink anything ?"
"Please don't bother, Nakajima-kun." Kota rejected the offer politely. "Anyway, is Bocchan awake ?"
Yuto immediately frowned at the question. "No, he's still asleep. And I'd rather have him sleep anyway."
"Why ? Is there something wrong ?" Kota asked curiously.
"Yeah, something is." Yuto nodded. "I think Yama-chan is sick."
"Bocchan is ?" Kota frowned. "May I see him then ?"
"Of course. Please this way." Yuto then stood and lead Kota into the bedroom where Ryosuke still sleeping peacefully, with Kuu curled up on top of the blanket.
Almost immediately, Kota already stood by the bedside and check his master. After a while, he turned back toward Yuto and bowed down.
"Bocchan must have caused you quite a trouble, Nakajima-kun, and I am deeply sorry for my incompetence which caused all of these." Kota apologized sincerely.
"It's nothing really. I'm not feeling bothered at all." Yuto smiled awkwardly at the older man. "And I should be saying sorry instead. I mean, I might be the cause that Yama-chan ended up like this."
Kota raised his head and smile. "You're a nice person, Nakajima-kun. I'm really thankful that you're willing to befriend Bocchan and care about him this much."
Yuto blushed at the compliment as he looked away. "It's nothing, really."
"Anyway, I suppose I will be taking Bocchan home. We can't intrude you more than this."
"Eh ? Is it okay ? I mean, about Yama-chan's parents-"
"It will be okay." Kota smile assuringly. "Bocchan's parents just left yesterday. I was about to pick Bocchan up anyway when I came here."
"Is that so." Yuto commented, feeling slightly disappointed.
Kota studied the boy's features for a while, before he smiled. "I was just feeling that it was rude of us to intrude you more than this. But you are always welcome to come and visit us, Nakajima-kun. Or even, maybe spend a night or two at our place. I believe Bocchan wouldn't mind."
"Ah, it's okay. Maybe I'll just visit Yama-chan later." Yuto declined the offer politely.
"Are you sure ? Who knows that it is actually what Bocchan wanted." Kota inquired. "I am actually hoping that you could stay by Bocchan side at his times of need. Bocchan might have never shown it, but in actually, he loved to be spoiled. Why don't you grant him that, Nakajima-kun ?"
Yuto smiled slightly while bowing his head low.
"Who knows, this might be your very last chance to spend times together." Kota added, rather sadly.
And as if being struck in the head, Yuto bit his lips hard. He wanted to come and make sure that Ryosuke is okay himself. But something stopped him from agreeing.
Yuto then turned around, avoiding eye contacts. "I- it's just-"
"Please, Nakajima-kun. Come with us. I insist."
Sighing, Yuto then nodded his head. "I understand. I'll be coming over with you then."
***
Opening his eyes slowly, Ryosuke smiled contendedly at the fluffiness of the bed he's on. He turned his body to the side, feeling something fell from his forehead in the process. But he could be careless. It'd been long since he last slept in a comfortable bed. But as he sniffed the all too familiar lavender scent from his pillow, realization struck him. He jolted up almost immediately, slightly regretting it afterward for it was causing a headache pounding his head. Grunting, he then slowly looked around only to frown deeper.
"How am I ended at my own bed again ?" He asked to nobody in particular.
"Because I took you here this prior morning, Bocchan."
Looking up, Ryosuke put an annoyed face at his butler who is walking closer toward his bed, carrying a tray of something Ryosuke doesn't want to know.
Growling, Ryosuke flopped back into his pillow. "Why ?"
Kota sighed at his master's act as he put down the tray on top of the bedside drawer.
"You were sick, Bocchan, and still is. It would be an inconvenience for Nakajima-kun if you were to stay there at this condition." Kota explained patiently. "Now, let me check your temperature again, Bocchan." He then proceeded to pick a thermometer and is about to put it inside Ryosuke's mouth when the boy turned around.
"Then, what did my parents said ?"
Kota sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Nothing."
"What do you mean by nothing ?" Ryosuke demanded childishly.
"Exactly how it was sounded, Bocchan." Answered Kota. "But your father did tell me to tell you that he is not going to let you off next time, right before he left."
"What is that supposed to mean ?" Kota could almost see the frown on the boy's forehead.
"That means, that your parents had left before I took you home, Bocchan. So you don't have to be worried. They won't just suddenly barged into your room, asking you things when you're still unwell." Kota ended with a smile. "Now, could you please allow me to take your temperature ?"
Ryosuke pouted as he turned back and let Kota put the thermometer inside his mouth this time. After a few seconds, the thermometer beep-ed and Kota took it out.
"Hmm... 38 °C... You still have the fever Bocchan. You should rest some more." Kota then placed the thermometer back on the tray. "Do you wish to have your dinner here or down at the dining room ? It's still early, but since you haven't eaten anything since this morning, I think it wouldn't hurt to have an early dinner."
"Hmm." Ryosuke barely gave a coherent answer as he rolls around on his bed.
Kota chuckled at that before he stood from his feet. "I'll just bring your dinner here, then. Rest well, Bocchan."
And with that, Kota left.
***
A good 10 minutes later, a knock came by Ryosuke's door. Thinking that it must be Kota with his dinner, Ryosuke just gruntled on his bed, burying his head deeper on his pillow. A moment later, the door was opened and footsteps could be heard coming closer. He then felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. Lazily, he rose from his position.
"I'm up, I'm up." He spoke lazily while rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Good then. You need to eat something anyway."
Ryosuke frowned. It wasn't Kota's voice. But it was familiar still. It was Yuto's voice. But he couldn't-
"Yuto ? What are you doing here ?" He asked incredulously at the figure sitting at the edge of his bed, holding a bowl in one hand, and a spoon in another.
"Pampering the sick boy." Yuto beamed cheerfully. "Now, say Aah-" Yuto raised the spoon and move it toward Ryosuke's lips who squirmed away from him.
"Whoa whoa ! Wait ! First, I can eat by myself." Almost forcefully, Ryosuke grab the bowl and the spoon from Yuto's hands. "And second, your answer doesn't answer anything !"
Yuto sighed before he plopped down onto Ryosuke's bed.
"Is it so wrong for me to stay here and make sure that you're okay ? I was just worried, really."
Ryosuke pouted as he spooned the chicken porridge from the bowl and feed himself.
"I'm sorry. And thanks for your concern." He spoke softly, which receive a smile from Yuto.
"Finish your food, Yama-chan. And get well soon."
***
"Yama-chan."
Ryosuke glanced toward the boy sitting on the other side of his bed, before returning his gaze to the book he was reading.
"Hn."
"I have decided."
"About what ?" Ryosuke asked calmly.
"About me leaving the organization and all."
Ryosuke stiffened at the statement. He stopped reading his book and turned his attention toward the lanky boy.
"As expected, I don't think I can stay any longer."
The older boy frowned as he saw a sad smile formed on Yuto's lips, but made no comment whatsoever.
"Will you listen to me, Yama-chan ?"
~~~End of Chapitre 30~~~
Just got back from my long and tiring vacation..
I won't be able to be online for another few days.. So expect that the next chappie will be posted, well, late.. *hides*