Cast: Jinnai Sho, Hirose Daisuke
Rating: PG-13
Warning: BL, OOC, bad English
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Note: Entah kenapa ini jadinya hanya potongan dialog saja ORZ
Hirose turns to lie on his side and pouts to his phone that clamed to his ear for the last ten minutes. On the other end, Jinnai laughs.
“What are you sulking about? I called you this morning and explained that I really couldn’t stay and talk with you because well, I’m not actually a morning person and I had a job to do. And if you checked my blog, and I know you did so don’t say the otherwise, I’ve blogged about it and now we’re talking.”
Hirose pouts, “Because it’s not fair~”
“What is?” Jinnai laughs again.
This time, the sweet boy sighs and turns to lie on his other side, “I made you a surprise party!”
“I did say that today was a no go, right? I think I’ve made it clear and I think you understood.” Jinnai raises an eyebrow.
Hirose shrugs, “Well, I... I thought you weren’t serious and it was just something to take my mind off from expecting a surprise party. I even went so far as lingering at the rehearsal hall longer, expecting you and the guys to appear, bringing cake and...everything...” His voice turns softer. Absentmindedly, his finger traces an invisible line on the bedsheet.
“.....Seriously?”
“You can’t blame me for hoping! I gave you one and it’s only polite that you do the same for me.” Hirose protested defensively, another pout takes place on his thin lips. Jinnai would’ve pinched on his cheek if he was there with Hirose. And Jinnai is laughing again and it only makes Hirose pouts even more. “Jinshan~” he whines, sitting up and drags a pillow to his embrace.
“Sorry. Hahaha... umh... okay, right. Sorry.” Jinnai says, concealing his laugh by coughing several time, “No, really. What are you saying, Daisuke? You know that when I said I can’t go, it means that I really can’t and if I can make it, I always make sure I make it there. Don’t I always like that? Besides, if there really was a surprise party for you, belive me, it won’t be my idea.”
“Jinshaaaaaaaaan~”
“it’s true! It would be Kenta’s or Shoutaro’s or Kensho’s.” Jinnai shrugs.
Adjusting his phone to another ear, Hirose stands up and starts to pace around the room. “Mou. That’s why I said it’s not fair.”
Jinnai chuckles. “You’re really impossible. Fine, I’ll hold a party for you next week. How about that?”
Hirose’s eyes alight as he hears that, “Hontou ni? Hontou ni hontou?”
“Hon~ma. Just... tell me what do you want. I’ll make sure everybody come.”
Hirose bounces where he’s standing, clutching the hem of his pajamas excitely. “But, but, wait. Don’t tell me when and who will be coming. It’s absolutely have to be a surprise.”
“..............Daisuke?”
“Hai?”
“I just told you it’ll be next week.”
“So I’m stopping you from giving me anymore details! Mou!”
“I...Whatever,” Jinnai sighs while messanging the bridge of his nose but he’s smiling, anyway. “So, how was today? Did you have fun?”
“Of course I did! The cake was super delicious and I went out drinking with Mossan and the others after rehearsal. I also got bunch of gifts! I had to make Mossan and Shinchi walked me home and helped me with all those gifts!” Hirose gigles. “Demo ne, I prefer Jinshan to be there today.” He chews on his lower lip, hand reaching out to touch the curtain of his bedroom window.
He hears Jinnai chuckles softly. “Ne, are you standing near your window right now?”
Hirose frowns. “Yeah, why?”
“Nothing. It’s really nice outside. The air is crisp and it smells really nice. It’s too bad that the oden stall is not open today.”
Hirose’s frowns deepen, “How do you know that the oden stall is not open? Jinshan? You’re not...” Hirose draws open the curtain and tries to take a look at the street from his window.
“Are you looking outside your window now?”
“Yes. Wait.” Hirose puts down his phone so he can use both hands to open the window. He shivers at the breeze but shaking it away and takes his phone again. “Hello?”
“Still here. You’re really looking out your window?”
“I am! Where are you?” Hirose cranes his neck and squints so he can get a better vision but even his glasses are not doing that much for him. “Jinshan, I can’t see you. Mou, just step into the light so I can see you or why don’t you just come upstairs? It’s not like you don’t have keys.” Hirose is still craning his neck but sees nothing and to annoy him, Jinnai is laughing.
“Of course you can’t see me! I’m in my room, you idiot.” He laughs so loud Hirose suspects Jinnai must have rolling on the couch because of it.
“JINSHAN! It’s not funny!!”
Jinnai still laughs. “Hahahaha, sorry. Look, I’ve told you my schedule is pretty tight for the moment. You think I’ll jeopardize it by going there and spend the night with you?”
Hirose throws himself to the bed again, letting the window open. He sighs loudly and pouting again. “It’s my birthday! I’m entitled to nice surprises and getting everything I want!”
“Of course, you do. I’d love to be there if it’s not for my job.”
Hirose curls up, hugging both of his knees with one arm and tossing around on the bed. “Ne, Jinshan.”
“Hmm?”
“So, if, say, you can skip tomorrow’s schedule, you’d happily come here?”
“That’s what I said.”
Hirose chews on his lower lip. “Hontou?”
“Un.”
“Hontou ni hontou?
“Honma.”
“Jinshan.”
“Hmm?”
“You really must not forget about that surprise party, okay?” Hirose presses on.
Jinnai chuckles but if only Hirose can see him, Jinnai is nodding. “I won’t. I promise.”
“Jinshan,”
“What, Daisuke?”
“I really miss you today.”
“....I think about you, too.”
Hirose smiles a little. “Call me again tomorrow?”
“You’re the one who insist that you want to talk as long as possible with me.” Jinnai sounds amused.
“But I’m really sleepy. Rehearsal will be at nine.”
“Ouch.”
“You know how it is.”
“Yeah.” Jinnai agrees. “I won’t be in until after midnight, though.”
“I’ll wait! It’s okay. I’ll wait.” Hirose answers quickly.
“If you insist,” Jinnai says. “Fine. I’ll let you know if I finish early.”
“Un. Now, give me a kiss?”
Jinnai laughs.
-end-
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Sunday, June 3, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
[fanfic] Sengoku Jidai TutixNagayan
Cast: Nagayama Takashi, Tsuchiya Yuuichi (and friends)
Rating: PG
Warning: BL, AU, OOC, crappy English
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and/or anyone.
Note:
1. Sekedar ingin berbagi hasil NaNoWriMo gue kemarin. Ini baru bagian awalnya aja karena ceritanya sendiri belum kelar dan masih banyak yg hrs diedit dan ditambal sana-sini sekaligus ditambah.
2. Gue sedikit bingung untuk make istilah yg pas untuk para pekerja di red distric ini. Secara general memang disebutnya geisha tp ada juga istilah2 lain spt oiran, kagema dan tayu jadi gue memutuskan untuk coba2 pake semuanya aja krn itu maafkan kalo penyebutannya gak konsisten ya.
3. Suzuki Shougo yang dimaksud di sini adalah Suzuki Shougo yang jadi Zaraki Kenpachi di BuriMyu dan bukan Suzuki Shougo yang jadi ShinkenGreen XD
Semoga bisa dinikmati dan saran2 selalu disambut dengan senang hati
It was the second week of spring. The weather was getting warmer a little bit but still chilly nonetheless. There was even a thin layer of snow on the ground. The sun tried its best to shine from behind the cloudy sky. Spring birds were starting to chirp and some were seen flying out of their winter nests to find food. All in all, it was a fine morning. The kind of morning that should be enjoyed by having a nice and hot breakfast at an open-aired veranda or maybe by taking a nice long stroll along the Kamo River. But it was different in Yoshiwara hanamachi. Morning, no matter what season it was, was quiet. Hardly any people were out on the street of the usually crowded and festive self it was when night came. Some exceptions were applied only for some servants cleaning the tea houses, running errands or little girls and boys going to geisha school. Other than that, it was quiet.
It was quiet inside the okiya, too. Servants worked in quiet and as invisible as possible so as not to make too much noises or they would woke the geishas who were still sleeping even though the sun was already shining. Same thing happened in an okiya named Geiei. Under the management of Yamashita Takashi, it housed ten full geisha (two of them were males), twenty three maiko, ten boys and girls shikomi, several servants, a clerk, two cooks and a gardener, making it one of the richest okiyas in the Yoshiwara district. It was rare for an okiya to be owned by a man but Yamashita managed it just fine. He got helped by two people, a man named Tamaoki and a woman named Zonoo. Both of them took care most of Yamashita's job and they reported directly to him. Yamashita always knew what happened inside his okiya and what his geishas were doing out there when they were out at the tea houses for a job. If any of the geisha did something unacceptable, it was without doubt that he/she would surely had to face Yamashita himself. But Yamashita was liked and respected for he was good-natured and always tried to be fair at most times.
At the time, three female shikomi were mopping the floor. They had to scrub so hard until the wooden panel was squeaky clean. An older servant was watching over them. She would scrutinize the part they had done and pointed to a spot they missed and they had to do the mopping all over again. The work was harder when they did the bed chambers of the geishas. Those geishas didn't like their sleep to be disturbed even by a mere giggle from the shikomis and a sleep-lacking geisha would not only made the geisha cranky but also the make-up artist would complain, Tamaoki-san and Zonoo-san would clacked their tongues whenever they saw a hint of tiredness on a geisha's face and the valuable guest wouldn't really happy either. And they needed the guest to be happy. So the shikomis worked in quiet and as fast as possible.
Rinko, a shikomi who came to the okiya only a couple of months before, tripped on her feet when they were mopping the alley in front of the tayu's bedchamber. She almost bumped into the water bucket. She squeaked as her butt landed on the floor. Her friend quickly covered her mouth and put a finger in front of her own mouth. "Shush." She whispered in urgency. Rinko winced and nodded her head in apology and continued mopping. But when she was about to push the cloth across the floor, the door slid open, revealing a figure clad in a light kimono. The person was a tayu, a number one geisha of their okiya. The tayu happened to be a kagema - a male geisha. But his beauty was equal to any tayu from all across Japan, if not exceeding them. Rinko and her friend froze and held their breathing. The tayu eyed them through sleepy eyes. He blinked.
"What the hell are you doing so energetic in the morning?" he said eventually.
Both of the girls quickly took a seiza position and bowed. "Ohayou, Takako-san. We are very sorry. We won't be reckless again. Please, forgive us." They said together, almost on cue.
Takako, the tayu, blinked again and waved his hand carelessly. "Oh, never mind. Where's Koppe?"
Shuzu, Rinko's friend, said quickly. "He's out doing an errand for Tamaoki-san."
Takako pursed his lips and sighed. "Fine." The door slid close behind him.
The girls released their breaths and quickly finished their work. Takako wasn't a bad person. In fact, he was one of the few who would be nice to the servants. But he was the tayu and a servant shouldn't mess with the tayu however nice they might be. Especially one who definitely didn't do mornings like Takako.
Inside the room, Takako was already lying on his futon again. It was cold and he really hated to be awake before the time when he actually really had to be awake. It wasn't the girls' fault. He was up even before the girls made the noise. Perhaps it was the chill that woke him or perhaps it was his itchy head. Well, Takako thought, it was time to wash his hair, then. Takako shivered at the thought since it was still chilly outside. Yamashita wouldn't be happy if his tayu caught a cold. He might not say anything but he would be unhappy for sure. He sighed. Sometimes it was just so hard being a geisha.
Takako's real name is Takashi. He was born in a village near Edo. His father was a bushi who had died on account of a mission gone bad when Takashi was only seven years old. His mother - who refused to come back to her family and decided for her and her sons to live on their own- found a work as a servant at a merchant's store. The family fortune wasn't that much so they really had a hard time getting by. Then, after the second memorial service of their father, a distant cousin spoke to their mother. He said that his relative was looking for a groom for his only daughter and he was offering for Takanobu - Takashi's brother - to marry the girl and became a member of that family. That time, Takanobu was 14 years old. It was not uncommon for people to marry at such young age due to inheritance or to help their family get by. Takanobu agreed to the proposal. The next winter, Takashi's mother caught heart decease. Lucky for them, the merchant whose his mother worked for was a kind man. He moved the poor woman to work as a clerk (apparently, Takashi's mother was good with numbers) and he made Takashi working as a boy-servant at his household and sometimes he had to help at the store, too.
A few months after he turned nine years old, Takashi was spotted by a customer's of the store. This person happened to be a scout for okiyas. His job was travelling around Edo and neighboring areas, looking for little girls or boys who had traits to work in hanamachi. He didn't blink as he saw Takashi's boyish and fresh figure yet as pretty as a girl. The scout talked to Takashi and he liked the boy. That afternoon, he made a proposal to Takashi's mother that Takashi would lead a better life if only his mother would let him work as a geisha in Yoshiwara. With assurance from the merchant that his mother would be taken care of, Takashi went with the scout to Yoshiwara and there he was, one of the most famous tayu in Yoshiwara.
He heard the door being slid open and soft footsteps entered his chamber. A chirp, bright voice greeted him, "Ohayou, Takako-san! Rinko said you were looking for me?"
Takashi growled and snuggled even deeper into his blanket. "Could you be louder than that, Koppe? I only got to sleep after four AM."
A boyish giggle. "I know. I put you to bed, remember? Besides, who told you to be up so early?" A gasp. "Darn it! Did I just forget that you have an appointment with the doctor? Or Marui-san the hairstylist?"
Takashi finally drew the blanket off his head and looked at his underling begrudgingly. "My appointment with the doctor was last week and I still got my hair in the get-up, see?" He pointed up to his head. "You are such a bad maiko. I didn't know what the hell I was thinking taking you as my little brother."
Koppe grinned at him. "You wouldn't. I know you like me, Takako-san."
"Doesn't mean I won't report you to Tamaoki-san."
Koppe gapped in dramatic disbelieve at his "older brother's remark but didn't say anything further. However close they were, he must drew the line somewhere. He moved around the chamber; folding things, putting things aside, and opening the window. "So, what is it, Takako-san? Do you need me to buy you some sweet again?"
Takashi sat down on his futon and reached up to his hair do. "No. Come here. Help me with this. I need to wash my hair."
Koppe frowned. "But it's still very cold."
"The itch is killing me. And shut that window. I'm really going to catch a cold if you let the cold inside my room." Takashi said as he pulled off some hair pins off his hair.
Koppe obliged. He took some hair brush from Takashi's make-up counter and helped Takashi with his hair. Koppe always adored Takashi's hair. It was always in an elaborate and most trendy style but Takashi managed to keep it silky soft when he let it loose. There were some streaks of brownish color, too and Koppe thought it looks really nice on Takashi. He carefully combed the hair once all of the pins and ornaments were off. "It's getting longer, Takako-san."
Takashi nodded. "I like it this way."
"If only your customers know how you look like when you wear your hair like this, I'm sure there's going to be a battle to be your danna right away." He said dreamily. "Not that it isn't happening right now." He added with a frown.
Takashi laughed. "They may battle as much as they want. I'm not interested."
"But I think Yamashita-san has said that it's about time you find a danna?"
Takashi sighed. "I know. But I don't really like any of them."
Koppe put the comb on the counter and they went to the bath chamber. "but I think Dr. Miura was nice. He's rich, too. Or that bushi from the other day! What was his name? Suzuki-sama?"
Takashi shrugged. "The doctor's nice but he reeks of medicine. Suzuki-san... well, he is nice and I respect him but no, I just can't see him as my danna."
"You know if you're too picky Yamashita-san would force one on your face, right?"
Takashi made a face at his apprentice. "And who are you to tell me that, huh?"
They laughed as they entered the bath chamber.
******
At the other side of the city, having a same morning as Yoshiwara hanamachi, a household of a general was awaken as well but the situation was entirely different than that of the okiya's. Everything was quite, too but people were already awake doing their chores. Several bushi were practicing at the garden, cooks are working hard to prepare breakfast for the whole household of 200 men or so and gardeners worked to keep the gardens in its elaborate state. Guards were standing by at every corner, hardly miss any part unwatched. The wife of the general was talking to the head servant, checking things for that night's banquet. The general, Suzuki Shougo, was already out taking a ride on his beloved stallion, accompanied by his adopted son, Daiki and two of his trusted retainers, Moriyama Eiji and Tsuchiya Yuuichi. They took a route around the outer skirt of the keep which lead to the river before going back to the keep through a small bamboo wood. It was supposed to be a nice and relaxing ride but not for both retainers. They had to keep alert for no matter how nice the general was, he still had enemies. Taking what seemed like a careless stroll like that was a ticket to disaster if both of the retainers were off-guard. Again, that didn't mean that at least one of them wasn't not happy to be awake and on duty so early in the morning.
Moriyama Eiji - known as 'Moriyama-san' to most of his underlings and most of the bushi at his level or 'Eiji-san' to some of them or simply 'Eiji' for Daiki - noticed the suppressed yawn Tsuchiya was trying to hide by pretending to look at the far side of the river. He shook his head and smiled.
"Seriously, Tsuchiya. What other reason do you have this time to make our lord cut this stroll short so we can go back to the palace and you can go back to sleep as soon as possible?" The bushi didn't even bother to lower his voice.
The general and his son turned and looked through their shoulders. They had an amused look on their faces. Well, at least the general was amused because Daiki actually gave a sign that he was ready to turn his horse around and gave Tsuchiya a good smack on the head. Tsuchiya balked at the retort and scowled at his friend. "I do not and would never do such thing. I really had stomachache the last time." He shifted his jaw. But Moriyama and Daiki knew that the gesture actually betrayed Tsuchiya's statement.
Their lord chuckled. "It's okay if you want to go back and get some more sleep, Tsuchiya-kun. I need you to be fully awake tonight, after all. We can't be too laid back with Lord Ueshima's men around. Go back and fetch Washio to replace you."
Hearing his lord's words brought a blush to Tsuchiya's face. He bent his waist to perform a small apologetic bow. "Please, forgive me, my lord. You are so kind but I would have to refuse. I assure you that I won't slack under any circumstance."
Suzuki laughed good heartedly. "Well, let us continue, then."
Tsuchiya was still sulking to Moriyama as the man sneered at him. "You owe me a drink."
"What? I didn't do anything."
"You still owe me a drink or I tell Daiki that you slept with that girl servant the other night."
Moriyama gapped. "I didn't..." He cut his own self because Daiki was throwing a 'now what' look toward them. He leaned sideways to the younger man dan spoke from the corner of his lips. "I didn't sleep with her. We were just fooling around and I was drunk! And who I'm sleeping with is none of your business."
"Sure it isn't." Tsuchiya smirked.
*****
Zonoo-san shook her head in disbelieve when she walked pass Takashi and Koppe at the hall way. "Goodness, Takashi-kun! What are you doing washing your hair in such weather?" She quickly grabbed a cloth that Koppe'd been holding and ran it through Takashi's wet hair ruefully.
Takashi winced. "Sorry, Zonoo-san but my head is itchy I can't take it anymore."
Zonoo-san clacked her tongue. "Get inside your room. Koppe, turn on the heater. Quick!"
The boys obeyed the woman. Zonoo-san helped Takashi dried his hair near the heater while Koppe prepared a light kimono for Takashi to change in to. After Takashi's hair was dry enough, Koppe helped her setting Takashi's hair into a simple bun and he also prepared Takashi's samishen and music sheets. Takashi had to go to the geisha school from time to time even though he was already a full geisha. After all, a full geisha still needed to practice new songs and dances. Constant practice also prevented them from slacking.
"Do not stay behind today, okay?" Zonoo-san reminded as she saw Takashi and Koppe off at the door. "You are requested at Lord Takigawa's party tonight. You know he likes you to greet his guest with him."
"Haaaaai..." Takashi answered halfheartedly as he climbed on the awaiting rickshaw with Koppe's help.
"I think she means it, Takako-san." Koppe said as he ran lightly beside the rickshaw. "Takigawa-sama is a fine prospect to be your danna. You couldn't keep on refusing him. He's been eyeing you for some time now."
"Koppe, I think you know perfectly well why I can't accept Lord Takigawa's offer."
There was silence for a moment before Koppe replied. "But you can't give such reason to him and to Yamashita-sama, too. Either way, the risk of losing your beloved friend is inevitable."
"Don't go smart-ass on me, Koppe." Takashi said in warning and final tone.
Takashi spent the whole day practicing samishen and some new songs until it was almost time for lunch. His teacher nodded in satisfaction but told him that he needed to work on long high notes. Takashi nodded in response and promised that he would do so. He disassembled his samishen, put it inside a leather bag. He bowed politely as his teacher left the room. Takashi was ready to leave, too when a voice prevented him from doing so.
"Well, well, I almost forget that I actually have a rival in this world. What? Yamashita decided to chain you in your room or something?"
Takashi calmly took his belongings and proceeded to the door until he stood in front of the newcomer. "Hmm, strange. I heard it was you. In fact, I heard your debt has increased because your okiya had to pay Maru-ya for a brawl caused by you two weeks ago. Or did I hear it wrong?"
The other guy gasped sharply. His eyes then narrowed dangerously. "Kenn! I swear I will stuff his mouth with pepper!"
Takashi laughed and grabbed the other guy by the elbow. "Don't blame him. At least, thanks to him telling stories to Koppe that I know that you're still alive after that brawl. Really, Kime. You should know better than getting involved at such things."
Kimeru was small in built but he was just as pretty as Takashi. He's playful and barely anyone was saved from his jokes. He also happened to be a good observer. He was an oiran of another big okiya in Yoshiwara. Takashi's first encounter with Kimeru was at that very school. Both of them were the brightest students at the time. They often engaged in cat fight back then; feeling that one was better than the other. All of the teachers were having a headache in handling them but they couldn't do much since both of the boys were behaving nicely inside the class room. However, they still got punished for making trouble in the school's courtyard. Because of how often they were punished together, as time went by, they became good friends. Each of them knew perfectly well that the other was the only person they could trust. A priviledge that other geisha didn't have. Takashi liked Kimeru, too.
Now, the both of them were popular geisha and they still managed to stay as friends. This was a rare thing to happen since the more a geisha liked by a customer, the more hatred he/she got from other geisha. That was the rule which somehow didn't apply to both of them.
Kimeru winced. "It wasn't really my fault, you know. I was about to go when Hasegawa suddenly attacked Abe-san." He flipped a stray hair away from his cute forehead.
Takashi was about to reply when he saw Koppe was already waiting for him at the school's gate. "Right. You should tell me that next time."
Kimeru frowned. "What the hell happened with now?"
"Now I have to go back to the okiya because I'm requested..." He paused for a while. "For a private party." He added and refused to look at Kime's face.
His friend pouted. "Oh, come on. Party like that wouldn't even begin before the sun sets. Come, let's have lunch at KokoIchi. I heard they have new menu for ramen."
Takashi couldn't really refuse when Kime was using such suggestive tone. "Fine." He surrendered. "But I can't stay long."
"Whatever." Kimeru said dismissively.
Koppe could only sigh when he was told to go back by himself. He knew he would get into trouble if he was to go back alone but he obeyed anyway. He didn't want to get some trouble from Takashi, too. And from Kimeru. The guy was even scarier. "But please, be back as soon as possible, Takako-san." Koppe said after he sat on the rickshaw.
"I thought you've told him to call you by your name when there's no customer around?" Kime wondered as they saw the rickshaw moving away.
Takashi shrugged. "He's a thick head. But he's a good boy. Come on. I don't have all the time in the world today."
They headed to a ramen shop which located not far from the school. The patrons of the shop were mostly some retainers of okiyas and teahouses also some hired bodyguards. From time to time, some geishas liked to have a meal there, as well. Takashi and Kimeru liked the shop for its delicious noodle and the owner loved to give some discount and free side dishes. Sometimes, the owner didn't even let them to pay for anything. This was understandable since having such high ranking geisha like Takashi and Kimeru visiting his shop was equal to free advertisement. More people were coming in upon hearing that the best geishas in Yoshiwara liked to eat at that shop. If they were lucky, they might meet them in the shop and this excited many people who couldn't afford the fare of having one of them as company. Besides, there was a whole different enjoyment to look at a geisha when they were not in their full geisha get-up.
Both men took the best seat inside the shop, which always miraculously available upon their entrance. As usual, people were looking their way and eventually, they could hear wistful sighs and whispers from various corners of the shop. Kimeru and Takashi weren't even bothered by this. They loved the attention and liked being the center of attention. They didn't even need to order the food. They always order the same thing and the wait staff would appear with their food, hot tea, some edamame and free croquette. Takashi tugged on his kimono while Kimeru patted his hair lightly; making sure that everything was still in place. He didn't have to worry, though since a geisha hair stylist always made sure that the hair do could last until a week or so.
Kimeru took his chopstick. "So, who are you going to entertain tonight?"
Takashi only shrugged, taking a bite on the croquette. "A nobleman."
Kime gave him a look. "Oh, are we going to be secretive about our client, now?"
Takashi chuckled. He averted his attention to pour some spicy furikake into his noodle. "No. I just don't want to tell you."
"Huh." Kime snorted. "Come to think of it, have I told you that Abe-san has hinted that he would join in the bet to be my danna?"
This managed to draw Takashi's attention for his eyes widened in excitement on the news. "Really? What did you say, then?"
Kime shrugged. "You know me. I didn't give him any hope whatsoever but I also didn't say no right away."
Takashi nodded. He fumbled with his noodle and started to eat it elegantly. Kime sighed and ate his noodle, too. "You know, sometimes I think I'm not doing my best to impress Takigawa-sama. I mean, he hinted earlier but then he didn't do anything. I'm really confused here. Plus, he rarely asks for my company lately."
Takashi didn't say anything. He even didn't dare to look at Kime's face. He kept on eating and nodded occasionally just to show that he was listening. Setting eyes on rich men to be a prospective danna was something usual in the geisha world. Each of them would go a length of way to make sure that they didn't lose the prospective danna to other geisha. This was difficult for Takashi because even though he didn't actually marking some rich men to be his prospective danna, Yamashita didn't share the same thought. Takigawa Eiji was handsome and rich and he liked Takashi. He even had hinted to Tamaoki and Zonoo that he didn't care about the amount of money he needed to pay to get executive partnership with Takashi. Such ridiculously large amount of money would definitely benefit the okiya. Problem was Kime really, really liked Lord Takigawa and Takashi hadn't say anything to his friend. Kime would be devastated for sure.
Finally, he looked up to his friend. "Look, it's not that I don't want to talk about the whole danna thing but can we, please, talk about something else? It's been weeks since the last time we got the chance to talk."
Kime waved his hand carelessly. "You're just jealous that I get soooo many offers."
"Not true." Takashi pouted.
"Fine." Kime said. "Whatever. I won't talk about the danna thing. For today. How was your health check result? You had the health check the other day, right? The day after mine?"
"Thank you." Takashi sipped his tea. "It was fine. I got new prescription. The doctor said it could prevent me catching the disease. It's lucky that we don't have to have sex with every customer like those prostitutes."
"Yeah, yeah. I got the same prescription, too. It tastes awful." Kime's nose scrunched up in disgust. How he managed to do it and still looked cute was beyond other people. There was another sigh from nearby table.
"Do not slack, Kime." Takashi warned him. "My mentor died from that disease. It wasn't a dignified way to die."
Kime looked at Takashi, amused. "Takashi, dearest, we are not bushi. We do not need to die in dignity. We need elegance."
*****
Rating: PG
Warning: BL, AU, OOC, crappy English
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and/or anyone.
Note:
1. Sekedar ingin berbagi hasil NaNoWriMo gue kemarin. Ini baru bagian awalnya aja karena ceritanya sendiri belum kelar dan masih banyak yg hrs diedit dan ditambal sana-sini sekaligus ditambah.
2. Gue sedikit bingung untuk make istilah yg pas untuk para pekerja di red distric ini. Secara general memang disebutnya geisha tp ada juga istilah2 lain spt oiran, kagema dan tayu jadi gue memutuskan untuk coba2 pake semuanya aja krn itu maafkan kalo penyebutannya gak konsisten ya.
3. Suzuki Shougo yang dimaksud di sini adalah Suzuki Shougo yang jadi Zaraki Kenpachi di BuriMyu dan bukan Suzuki Shougo yang jadi ShinkenGreen XD
Semoga bisa dinikmati dan saran2 selalu disambut dengan senang hati
It was the second week of spring. The weather was getting warmer a little bit but still chilly nonetheless. There was even a thin layer of snow on the ground. The sun tried its best to shine from behind the cloudy sky. Spring birds were starting to chirp and some were seen flying out of their winter nests to find food. All in all, it was a fine morning. The kind of morning that should be enjoyed by having a nice and hot breakfast at an open-aired veranda or maybe by taking a nice long stroll along the Kamo River. But it was different in Yoshiwara hanamachi. Morning, no matter what season it was, was quiet. Hardly any people were out on the street of the usually crowded and festive self it was when night came. Some exceptions were applied only for some servants cleaning the tea houses, running errands or little girls and boys going to geisha school. Other than that, it was quiet.
It was quiet inside the okiya, too. Servants worked in quiet and as invisible as possible so as not to make too much noises or they would woke the geishas who were still sleeping even though the sun was already shining. Same thing happened in an okiya named Geiei. Under the management of Yamashita Takashi, it housed ten full geisha (two of them were males), twenty three maiko, ten boys and girls shikomi, several servants, a clerk, two cooks and a gardener, making it one of the richest okiyas in the Yoshiwara district. It was rare for an okiya to be owned by a man but Yamashita managed it just fine. He got helped by two people, a man named Tamaoki and a woman named Zonoo. Both of them took care most of Yamashita's job and they reported directly to him. Yamashita always knew what happened inside his okiya and what his geishas were doing out there when they were out at the tea houses for a job. If any of the geisha did something unacceptable, it was without doubt that he/she would surely had to face Yamashita himself. But Yamashita was liked and respected for he was good-natured and always tried to be fair at most times.
At the time, three female shikomi were mopping the floor. They had to scrub so hard until the wooden panel was squeaky clean. An older servant was watching over them. She would scrutinize the part they had done and pointed to a spot they missed and they had to do the mopping all over again. The work was harder when they did the bed chambers of the geishas. Those geishas didn't like their sleep to be disturbed even by a mere giggle from the shikomis and a sleep-lacking geisha would not only made the geisha cranky but also the make-up artist would complain, Tamaoki-san and Zonoo-san would clacked their tongues whenever they saw a hint of tiredness on a geisha's face and the valuable guest wouldn't really happy either. And they needed the guest to be happy. So the shikomis worked in quiet and as fast as possible.
Rinko, a shikomi who came to the okiya only a couple of months before, tripped on her feet when they were mopping the alley in front of the tayu's bedchamber. She almost bumped into the water bucket. She squeaked as her butt landed on the floor. Her friend quickly covered her mouth and put a finger in front of her own mouth. "Shush." She whispered in urgency. Rinko winced and nodded her head in apology and continued mopping. But when she was about to push the cloth across the floor, the door slid open, revealing a figure clad in a light kimono. The person was a tayu, a number one geisha of their okiya. The tayu happened to be a kagema - a male geisha. But his beauty was equal to any tayu from all across Japan, if not exceeding them. Rinko and her friend froze and held their breathing. The tayu eyed them through sleepy eyes. He blinked.
"What the hell are you doing so energetic in the morning?" he said eventually.
Both of the girls quickly took a seiza position and bowed. "Ohayou, Takako-san. We are very sorry. We won't be reckless again. Please, forgive us." They said together, almost on cue.
Takako, the tayu, blinked again and waved his hand carelessly. "Oh, never mind. Where's Koppe?"
Shuzu, Rinko's friend, said quickly. "He's out doing an errand for Tamaoki-san."
Takako pursed his lips and sighed. "Fine." The door slid close behind him.
The girls released their breaths and quickly finished their work. Takako wasn't a bad person. In fact, he was one of the few who would be nice to the servants. But he was the tayu and a servant shouldn't mess with the tayu however nice they might be. Especially one who definitely didn't do mornings like Takako.
Inside the room, Takako was already lying on his futon again. It was cold and he really hated to be awake before the time when he actually really had to be awake. It wasn't the girls' fault. He was up even before the girls made the noise. Perhaps it was the chill that woke him or perhaps it was his itchy head. Well, Takako thought, it was time to wash his hair, then. Takako shivered at the thought since it was still chilly outside. Yamashita wouldn't be happy if his tayu caught a cold. He might not say anything but he would be unhappy for sure. He sighed. Sometimes it was just so hard being a geisha.
Takako's real name is Takashi. He was born in a village near Edo. His father was a bushi who had died on account of a mission gone bad when Takashi was only seven years old. His mother - who refused to come back to her family and decided for her and her sons to live on their own- found a work as a servant at a merchant's store. The family fortune wasn't that much so they really had a hard time getting by. Then, after the second memorial service of their father, a distant cousin spoke to their mother. He said that his relative was looking for a groom for his only daughter and he was offering for Takanobu - Takashi's brother - to marry the girl and became a member of that family. That time, Takanobu was 14 years old. It was not uncommon for people to marry at such young age due to inheritance or to help their family get by. Takanobu agreed to the proposal. The next winter, Takashi's mother caught heart decease. Lucky for them, the merchant whose his mother worked for was a kind man. He moved the poor woman to work as a clerk (apparently, Takashi's mother was good with numbers) and he made Takashi working as a boy-servant at his household and sometimes he had to help at the store, too.
A few months after he turned nine years old, Takashi was spotted by a customer's of the store. This person happened to be a scout for okiyas. His job was travelling around Edo and neighboring areas, looking for little girls or boys who had traits to work in hanamachi. He didn't blink as he saw Takashi's boyish and fresh figure yet as pretty as a girl. The scout talked to Takashi and he liked the boy. That afternoon, he made a proposal to Takashi's mother that Takashi would lead a better life if only his mother would let him work as a geisha in Yoshiwara. With assurance from the merchant that his mother would be taken care of, Takashi went with the scout to Yoshiwara and there he was, one of the most famous tayu in Yoshiwara.
He heard the door being slid open and soft footsteps entered his chamber. A chirp, bright voice greeted him, "Ohayou, Takako-san! Rinko said you were looking for me?"
Takashi growled and snuggled even deeper into his blanket. "Could you be louder than that, Koppe? I only got to sleep after four AM."
A boyish giggle. "I know. I put you to bed, remember? Besides, who told you to be up so early?" A gasp. "Darn it! Did I just forget that you have an appointment with the doctor? Or Marui-san the hairstylist?"
Takashi finally drew the blanket off his head and looked at his underling begrudgingly. "My appointment with the doctor was last week and I still got my hair in the get-up, see?" He pointed up to his head. "You are such a bad maiko. I didn't know what the hell I was thinking taking you as my little brother."
Koppe grinned at him. "You wouldn't. I know you like me, Takako-san."
"Doesn't mean I won't report you to Tamaoki-san."
Koppe gapped in dramatic disbelieve at his "older brother's remark but didn't say anything further. However close they were, he must drew the line somewhere. He moved around the chamber; folding things, putting things aside, and opening the window. "So, what is it, Takako-san? Do you need me to buy you some sweet again?"
Takashi sat down on his futon and reached up to his hair do. "No. Come here. Help me with this. I need to wash my hair."
Koppe frowned. "But it's still very cold."
"The itch is killing me. And shut that window. I'm really going to catch a cold if you let the cold inside my room." Takashi said as he pulled off some hair pins off his hair.
Koppe obliged. He took some hair brush from Takashi's make-up counter and helped Takashi with his hair. Koppe always adored Takashi's hair. It was always in an elaborate and most trendy style but Takashi managed to keep it silky soft when he let it loose. There were some streaks of brownish color, too and Koppe thought it looks really nice on Takashi. He carefully combed the hair once all of the pins and ornaments were off. "It's getting longer, Takako-san."
Takashi nodded. "I like it this way."
"If only your customers know how you look like when you wear your hair like this, I'm sure there's going to be a battle to be your danna right away." He said dreamily. "Not that it isn't happening right now." He added with a frown.
Takashi laughed. "They may battle as much as they want. I'm not interested."
"But I think Yamashita-san has said that it's about time you find a danna?"
Takashi sighed. "I know. But I don't really like any of them."
Koppe put the comb on the counter and they went to the bath chamber. "but I think Dr. Miura was nice. He's rich, too. Or that bushi from the other day! What was his name? Suzuki-sama?"
Takashi shrugged. "The doctor's nice but he reeks of medicine. Suzuki-san... well, he is nice and I respect him but no, I just can't see him as my danna."
"You know if you're too picky Yamashita-san would force one on your face, right?"
Takashi made a face at his apprentice. "And who are you to tell me that, huh?"
They laughed as they entered the bath chamber.
******
At the other side of the city, having a same morning as Yoshiwara hanamachi, a household of a general was awaken as well but the situation was entirely different than that of the okiya's. Everything was quite, too but people were already awake doing their chores. Several bushi were practicing at the garden, cooks are working hard to prepare breakfast for the whole household of 200 men or so and gardeners worked to keep the gardens in its elaborate state. Guards were standing by at every corner, hardly miss any part unwatched. The wife of the general was talking to the head servant, checking things for that night's banquet. The general, Suzuki Shougo, was already out taking a ride on his beloved stallion, accompanied by his adopted son, Daiki and two of his trusted retainers, Moriyama Eiji and Tsuchiya Yuuichi. They took a route around the outer skirt of the keep which lead to the river before going back to the keep through a small bamboo wood. It was supposed to be a nice and relaxing ride but not for both retainers. They had to keep alert for no matter how nice the general was, he still had enemies. Taking what seemed like a careless stroll like that was a ticket to disaster if both of the retainers were off-guard. Again, that didn't mean that at least one of them wasn't not happy to be awake and on duty so early in the morning.
Moriyama Eiji - known as 'Moriyama-san' to most of his underlings and most of the bushi at his level or 'Eiji-san' to some of them or simply 'Eiji' for Daiki - noticed the suppressed yawn Tsuchiya was trying to hide by pretending to look at the far side of the river. He shook his head and smiled.
"Seriously, Tsuchiya. What other reason do you have this time to make our lord cut this stroll short so we can go back to the palace and you can go back to sleep as soon as possible?" The bushi didn't even bother to lower his voice.
The general and his son turned and looked through their shoulders. They had an amused look on their faces. Well, at least the general was amused because Daiki actually gave a sign that he was ready to turn his horse around and gave Tsuchiya a good smack on the head. Tsuchiya balked at the retort and scowled at his friend. "I do not and would never do such thing. I really had stomachache the last time." He shifted his jaw. But Moriyama and Daiki knew that the gesture actually betrayed Tsuchiya's statement.
Their lord chuckled. "It's okay if you want to go back and get some more sleep, Tsuchiya-kun. I need you to be fully awake tonight, after all. We can't be too laid back with Lord Ueshima's men around. Go back and fetch Washio to replace you."
Hearing his lord's words brought a blush to Tsuchiya's face. He bent his waist to perform a small apologetic bow. "Please, forgive me, my lord. You are so kind but I would have to refuse. I assure you that I won't slack under any circumstance."
Suzuki laughed good heartedly. "Well, let us continue, then."
Tsuchiya was still sulking to Moriyama as the man sneered at him. "You owe me a drink."
"What? I didn't do anything."
"You still owe me a drink or I tell Daiki that you slept with that girl servant the other night."
Moriyama gapped. "I didn't..." He cut his own self because Daiki was throwing a 'now what' look toward them. He leaned sideways to the younger man dan spoke from the corner of his lips. "I didn't sleep with her. We were just fooling around and I was drunk! And who I'm sleeping with is none of your business."
"Sure it isn't." Tsuchiya smirked.
*****
Zonoo-san shook her head in disbelieve when she walked pass Takashi and Koppe at the hall way. "Goodness, Takashi-kun! What are you doing washing your hair in such weather?" She quickly grabbed a cloth that Koppe'd been holding and ran it through Takashi's wet hair ruefully.
Takashi winced. "Sorry, Zonoo-san but my head is itchy I can't take it anymore."
Zonoo-san clacked her tongue. "Get inside your room. Koppe, turn on the heater. Quick!"
The boys obeyed the woman. Zonoo-san helped Takashi dried his hair near the heater while Koppe prepared a light kimono for Takashi to change in to. After Takashi's hair was dry enough, Koppe helped her setting Takashi's hair into a simple bun and he also prepared Takashi's samishen and music sheets. Takashi had to go to the geisha school from time to time even though he was already a full geisha. After all, a full geisha still needed to practice new songs and dances. Constant practice also prevented them from slacking.
"Do not stay behind today, okay?" Zonoo-san reminded as she saw Takashi and Koppe off at the door. "You are requested at Lord Takigawa's party tonight. You know he likes you to greet his guest with him."
"Haaaaai..." Takashi answered halfheartedly as he climbed on the awaiting rickshaw with Koppe's help.
"I think she means it, Takako-san." Koppe said as he ran lightly beside the rickshaw. "Takigawa-sama is a fine prospect to be your danna. You couldn't keep on refusing him. He's been eyeing you for some time now."
"Koppe, I think you know perfectly well why I can't accept Lord Takigawa's offer."
There was silence for a moment before Koppe replied. "But you can't give such reason to him and to Yamashita-sama, too. Either way, the risk of losing your beloved friend is inevitable."
"Don't go smart-ass on me, Koppe." Takashi said in warning and final tone.
Takashi spent the whole day practicing samishen and some new songs until it was almost time for lunch. His teacher nodded in satisfaction but told him that he needed to work on long high notes. Takashi nodded in response and promised that he would do so. He disassembled his samishen, put it inside a leather bag. He bowed politely as his teacher left the room. Takashi was ready to leave, too when a voice prevented him from doing so.
"Well, well, I almost forget that I actually have a rival in this world. What? Yamashita decided to chain you in your room or something?"
Takashi calmly took his belongings and proceeded to the door until he stood in front of the newcomer. "Hmm, strange. I heard it was you. In fact, I heard your debt has increased because your okiya had to pay Maru-ya for a brawl caused by you two weeks ago. Or did I hear it wrong?"
The other guy gasped sharply. His eyes then narrowed dangerously. "Kenn! I swear I will stuff his mouth with pepper!"
Takashi laughed and grabbed the other guy by the elbow. "Don't blame him. At least, thanks to him telling stories to Koppe that I know that you're still alive after that brawl. Really, Kime. You should know better than getting involved at such things."
Kimeru was small in built but he was just as pretty as Takashi. He's playful and barely anyone was saved from his jokes. He also happened to be a good observer. He was an oiran of another big okiya in Yoshiwara. Takashi's first encounter with Kimeru was at that very school. Both of them were the brightest students at the time. They often engaged in cat fight back then; feeling that one was better than the other. All of the teachers were having a headache in handling them but they couldn't do much since both of the boys were behaving nicely inside the class room. However, they still got punished for making trouble in the school's courtyard. Because of how often they were punished together, as time went by, they became good friends. Each of them knew perfectly well that the other was the only person they could trust. A priviledge that other geisha didn't have. Takashi liked Kimeru, too.
Now, the both of them were popular geisha and they still managed to stay as friends. This was a rare thing to happen since the more a geisha liked by a customer, the more hatred he/she got from other geisha. That was the rule which somehow didn't apply to both of them.
Kimeru winced. "It wasn't really my fault, you know. I was about to go when Hasegawa suddenly attacked Abe-san." He flipped a stray hair away from his cute forehead.
Takashi was about to reply when he saw Koppe was already waiting for him at the school's gate. "Right. You should tell me that next time."
Kimeru frowned. "What the hell happened with now?"
"Now I have to go back to the okiya because I'm requested..." He paused for a while. "For a private party." He added and refused to look at Kime's face.
His friend pouted. "Oh, come on. Party like that wouldn't even begin before the sun sets. Come, let's have lunch at KokoIchi. I heard they have new menu for ramen."
Takashi couldn't really refuse when Kime was using such suggestive tone. "Fine." He surrendered. "But I can't stay long."
"Whatever." Kimeru said dismissively.
Koppe could only sigh when he was told to go back by himself. He knew he would get into trouble if he was to go back alone but he obeyed anyway. He didn't want to get some trouble from Takashi, too. And from Kimeru. The guy was even scarier. "But please, be back as soon as possible, Takako-san." Koppe said after he sat on the rickshaw.
"I thought you've told him to call you by your name when there's no customer around?" Kime wondered as they saw the rickshaw moving away.
Takashi shrugged. "He's a thick head. But he's a good boy. Come on. I don't have all the time in the world today."
They headed to a ramen shop which located not far from the school. The patrons of the shop were mostly some retainers of okiyas and teahouses also some hired bodyguards. From time to time, some geishas liked to have a meal there, as well. Takashi and Kimeru liked the shop for its delicious noodle and the owner loved to give some discount and free side dishes. Sometimes, the owner didn't even let them to pay for anything. This was understandable since having such high ranking geisha like Takashi and Kimeru visiting his shop was equal to free advertisement. More people were coming in upon hearing that the best geishas in Yoshiwara liked to eat at that shop. If they were lucky, they might meet them in the shop and this excited many people who couldn't afford the fare of having one of them as company. Besides, there was a whole different enjoyment to look at a geisha when they were not in their full geisha get-up.
Both men took the best seat inside the shop, which always miraculously available upon their entrance. As usual, people were looking their way and eventually, they could hear wistful sighs and whispers from various corners of the shop. Kimeru and Takashi weren't even bothered by this. They loved the attention and liked being the center of attention. They didn't even need to order the food. They always order the same thing and the wait staff would appear with their food, hot tea, some edamame and free croquette. Takashi tugged on his kimono while Kimeru patted his hair lightly; making sure that everything was still in place. He didn't have to worry, though since a geisha hair stylist always made sure that the hair do could last until a week or so.
Kimeru took his chopstick. "So, who are you going to entertain tonight?"
Takashi only shrugged, taking a bite on the croquette. "A nobleman."
Kime gave him a look. "Oh, are we going to be secretive about our client, now?"
Takashi chuckled. He averted his attention to pour some spicy furikake into his noodle. "No. I just don't want to tell you."
"Huh." Kime snorted. "Come to think of it, have I told you that Abe-san has hinted that he would join in the bet to be my danna?"
This managed to draw Takashi's attention for his eyes widened in excitement on the news. "Really? What did you say, then?"
Kime shrugged. "You know me. I didn't give him any hope whatsoever but I also didn't say no right away."
Takashi nodded. He fumbled with his noodle and started to eat it elegantly. Kime sighed and ate his noodle, too. "You know, sometimes I think I'm not doing my best to impress Takigawa-sama. I mean, he hinted earlier but then he didn't do anything. I'm really confused here. Plus, he rarely asks for my company lately."
Takashi didn't say anything. He even didn't dare to look at Kime's face. He kept on eating and nodded occasionally just to show that he was listening. Setting eyes on rich men to be a prospective danna was something usual in the geisha world. Each of them would go a length of way to make sure that they didn't lose the prospective danna to other geisha. This was difficult for Takashi because even though he didn't actually marking some rich men to be his prospective danna, Yamashita didn't share the same thought. Takigawa Eiji was handsome and rich and he liked Takashi. He even had hinted to Tamaoki and Zonoo that he didn't care about the amount of money he needed to pay to get executive partnership with Takashi. Such ridiculously large amount of money would definitely benefit the okiya. Problem was Kime really, really liked Lord Takigawa and Takashi hadn't say anything to his friend. Kime would be devastated for sure.
Finally, he looked up to his friend. "Look, it's not that I don't want to talk about the whole danna thing but can we, please, talk about something else? It's been weeks since the last time we got the chance to talk."
Kime waved his hand carelessly. "You're just jealous that I get soooo many offers."
"Not true." Takashi pouted.
"Fine." Kime said. "Whatever. I won't talk about the danna thing. For today. How was your health check result? You had the health check the other day, right? The day after mine?"
"Thank you." Takashi sipped his tea. "It was fine. I got new prescription. The doctor said it could prevent me catching the disease. It's lucky that we don't have to have sex with every customer like those prostitutes."
"Yeah, yeah. I got the same prescription, too. It tastes awful." Kime's nose scrunched up in disgust. How he managed to do it and still looked cute was beyond other people. There was another sigh from nearby table.
"Do not slack, Kime." Takashi warned him. "My mentor died from that disease. It wasn't a dignified way to die."
Kime looked at Takashi, amused. "Takashi, dearest, we are not bushi. We do not need to die in dignity. We need elegance."
*****
Thursday, February 16, 2012
[drabble] Kenki/Micchi - late birthday fic
Rating: PG
Warning: BL, OOC, crappy English
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Note: seharusnya ini dipost kemaren2 tapiiii aku sungguhlah sibuk #alasan
“Did you cry?” Kenki raises an eyebrow as he amusingly looking at his friend nursing his coffee.
A pout takes place on Mitsuya’s lips. “You know I always cry at the littlest thing.”
Kenki laughs, this time. Mitsuya shoves him playfully and can’t help but grinning, too. The pretty boy then fixes his eyes with Kenki’s. The guy smiles in return and ruffles Mitsuya’s hair affectionately.
Just like that and all of a sudden Mitsuya feels something warm is seeping through his soul. It’s always like that with Kenki. He never says so many words and only need to do something like smiling and Mitsuya knows.
“Arigatou,” he whispers with a voice that threatens to be broken as he shifts a little, just so his forehead is leaning against Kenki’s shoulder.
Kenki smiles.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
[fanfic] Daishuuryou/Takeru - Bound part 3
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade/Samurai Sentai Shinkenger
Cast: Daishuuryou, Shiba Takeru
Rating: R
Warning: BL, AU, OOC, crappy English
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and/or anyone
Note: I wish I can do something more to end this but I can not think of another ending for this (you know, I would so love to blame my plot bunnies and RL stuffs but it's purely my own incapability *SOBS*). Hence, this is short.
A boy, just about his age, appearing in front of him and they fought together. A mocking smile. Witty words. A hug. A kiss.
*****
"Yo."
Takeru's steps are halted. He blinks at the lanky figure sitting on the veranda, waving cockily at him. Gathering his composure, Takeru proceeds. He sits beside the boy and put his wooden sword on the floor next to him.
"Uh oh, someone's not in a good mood." his guest comments cheekily.
Takeru pouts. "It won't hurt if you give some notice before coming here, you know."
"You said that I am always welcomed here."
"True." Takeru nods. "But there's a common thing called manner, Tsukasa."
The boy named Tsukasa grins cheekily at him. "I'm not popular for my manner. In fact, I think some people is having a problem with my manner."
"You think?" Takeru lifts his eyebrows in amusement. He puts on his geta and walks away to the yard, bringing his wooden sword with him. He starts his practice.
"Talking about manner but look at you. Is it a good manner to abandon a guest and continue on with your daily exercise?" Tsukasa teases him.
A sharp swing of the wooden sword. "You're hardly a guest." Takeru states.
Tsukasa rises from his spot and walks up to his host. With arms folded in front of his chest, he watches Takeru practice. A quirky smile is plastered on his lips and Takeru gives him an annoyed look.
"What are you doing standing there? You can get hit." He grumbles.
Tsukasa smirks and moves behind the young lord. His long arms snake around Takeru's waist and firmly pulling him into a tight embrace. Takeru yelps but isn't really trying to move away. Tsukasa's face is already so close to his, anyway. His warm breath wafting over Takeru's ear and cheek, sending a gentle shiver down his spine. Takeru is sure that his cheeks are crimson at the moment. He looks down to his feet and closes his eyes. A soft gasp escapes his lips when Tsukasa presses a gentle kiss on his cheek then to his ear.
The kiss tickles and Takeru bites his lips so not to chuckle. He squirms a little and Tsukasa nibbles at his earlobe teasingly. Takeru turns his head to face Tsukasa and kisses his cheek chastely.
"I have to practice." he whispers, a bit raggedly because his heart is practically racing by Tsukasa's touch and the hands that rest on his stomach feel so warm through the layer of his kendo-gi.
"Hmm." Tsukasa mumbles. He releases Takeru after a while and walks away to sit on the veranda again. He sits there until Takeru finishes his practice and kisses him again after that.
*****
Daishuuryou comes to him every night. Sometimes before dinner, sometimes after that or way past midnight. But he always gone every time Takeru opens his eyes in the morning. He is always rough and doesn't hold himself on whatever account. The more Takeru struggles, the more ferocious Daishuuryou becomes. It's like he wants to make a point to Takeru that fighting is not going to do him any good. That it's worthless.
Every small part of him that still has a will to fight is beaten down one by one every single time Daishuuryou comes to him.
Takeru can feel that he gets weaken every single day. Day by day, he only lays there on the bed or the daybed, looking blankly at the ceiling or to the sky or anything. He curls up, crying helplessly like a little child. He wonders why he's still alive, why he is still there letting himself be used. Is it his pride? He no longer have any purpose. He no longer have duties. He is no longer the 19th head of the Shiba clan. He is a slave.
And Daishuuryou is his master.
But he is not a slave. He is a samurai. A samurai only serve the master that they choose and swore their life and loyalty to and follow him every step of the way.
Daishuuryou is his master.
A master he doesn't choose by himself.
Daishuuryou is his master.
He embraces the inevitable fact. It's the truth. His only truth.
-END-
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
[translation] Sairen, Hinata de Kagayaite
Fandom: Prince of Tennis The Musical 2nd Season
Cast: Ogoe Yuuki, Wada Takuma, Mitsuya Ryou
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Thriller, drama
Warning: BL, AU, crappy English
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and/or anyone. I even do not own the fic. All I do here is translating this wonderful fic written by Neitai. I am doing this on her permit so our wonderful friend, Asuka (who does not speak or read Bahasa Indonesia) can read Nei's fic. Every little changes is unintentional and done to make it a bit more make sense in English (at least, I tried to XD)
Note: Good heavens, I wish I can do a better job at translating this >_< Please forgive the grammar error and everything. Some conversation might be found weird but that is because I want to keep the original format Nei used. Any fault in this translation is purely mine.
Yuuki’s eyes fly open as his ears catch the faint sound of car engine stopping from next door; his body lay still on the bed without any intention to take a look. He knows it’s already so late and his neighbor has just come home. A long day, the boy thinks. Just like how it feels when Yuuki spend almost all day in English class.
Okaeri, Wada-san.
His feet reach for his slippers and he walk off the bed, sleepiness suddenly gone. Yuuki is pretty much accustomed to sleep early and waking up in the middle of the night, thanks to Takuma’s habit of returning home with his car engine still revving before entering the garage. After that, Yuuki guesses out of habit – that man will get out of the car, spinning his keys around and whistling some tune, turning his lights on, and then locking his door with two turns of locks.
Yuuki remembers them all.
If someone wants to get to know about him, Yuuki will readily introduce himself, gladly. After all, he’s only an ordinary high school student who happens to have Ogoe as his surname, likes the color red, and loves soccer. He also loves to snuggle up in the middle of the day so he can stay awake even before the sun shows itself, not that he has to catch the first bus, but more to the fact that he wants to enjoy the heavenly scene from his bedroom window that opens to his neighbor’s house, or to be specific, to Takuma’s bedroom.
It is the man’s habit, Yuuki thinks, to fall asleep with a slightly opened window and curtain that tied neatly on each sides of the window frames. With that arrangement, Takuma can wake up to the sunlight seeping through his room without having to set an alarm. And Yuuki uses this chance to stare back at how Takuma shifts under the blanket and sitting up without any clothes covering him.
Yuuki also knows that after that, Takuma will stay still for a while on the bed, his head thrown back and moving his shoulders to get rid of any soreness. His arm will grope around, looking for his pajama’s bottom, putting it on while standing, then moving around to loosen his muscles for three to five minutes before heading to the shower. Takuma will take more than thirty minutes inside and stepping out looking so fresh.
Yuuki’s eyes are fixed to every detail, every morning. How every drop of water drips from Takuma’s hair and slides along his milky chest skin, how Takuma’s fingers pull the towel that draped around his waist and causing Yuuki to gasp, how Takuma reaches for the cologne bottle, spraying it to his palm and rubs it on his sexy nape and neck. Also at how Takuma, wearing only his brief, moving around preparing his outfit, putting on his suit, buttoning his shirt and tidying his tie, checking his hair then snatching his bag along with a couple of folders from the table top. Looking very dandy. Can not be missed.
Yuuki takes notes that the man never has breakfast at home, because when Yuuki passes by with his backpack toward the bus station, he still catches Takuma sitting at the cafe across the street, enjoying a smoked beef sandwich. Yuuki hides behind a parked car, pointing his cellphone while waiting for Takuma to finish eating then rushes in to the bus. With his earphone in place until he reaches the school’s gate, ready for any kind of things that he has to face with a wide smile. The distance between his school and Takuma’s workplace is within a stone’s throw. No reason to laze around.
Takuma will spend lunch in a dimsum restaurant not far from his office, the same with Yuuki who gets out on recess and trying so hard not to be seen by Takuma. Once or twice, the man will get out with a company, but most of the time, Yuuki sees him sitting alone at table number seven near the doorway. Day time is always Yuuki’s favorite time because he can see Takuma from a closer distance, at how the man mixes soy sauce with a little of doubanjang in a small plate, at how he separates his chopsticks using his teeth, at how he sniffs at the delicious aroma of hot dimsum until his nose is scrunched up cutely, or at how he nods his head in approval once he takes a bite of a shrimp hakau. If he was with a company, Yuuki can hear them joke, chat, laughing out loud and make a toast with pints of beers; nothing escapes Yuuki’s attention. No need to ask why, because Takuma’s laugh is the part that he waits for before the bell to the next session rings.
Thirty minutes to six in the evening, Takuma will go out playing billiard with a couple of his mates. Yuuki knows Takuma is quite skillful because once, he followed and took a peek for a moment; Yuuki didn’t get inside because he hates the smell of tobacco. At least, he could summarized that the man always get home late, like today; giving Yuuki enough time to do his homework, doing his house chores, and taking a bath. Also to lay for a while until he’s awake by a sound of car engine that is so familiar.
Tonight, as usual, he looks, enthusiastically from behind the tied curtain, at Takuma’s figure taking off his working suits one by one and going to the bathroom. Next, Yuuki’s eyes follow Takuma’s movement as he rubs his hair with a towel, a black boxer covering his waist, it looks even tighter as Takuma sits leaning on the bed, notebook on his lap and starts typing. Sometimes, the man will avert his eyes to the window, feeling like someone is looking at him. But Yuuki is faster, drawing himself into the darkness of his room, clutching tightly on the small binoculars he owns while waiting for Takuma to wave his hand dismissively and back typing again.
Never does Yuuki mind to be wake all night long just to look at Takuma, even though sometimes sleepiness attacks and Yuuki’s eyes droop slowly; but the scenes from across his window never cease to defeat those things, like being hypnotized. Yuuki is still so excited even though Takuma already closes his notebook and lay down, falling asleep so soundly. In Yuuki’s eyes, the dark of the night with a dash of moonlight only resulting in turning Takuma’s silhouette even more charming; a price that worthy of his postponed sleep.
Yuuki lowers his binoculars as he remembers, around a month ago when he made the time to drop by after cram school, making excuse that he lost his keys somewhere. Arming himself with wistful gaze that causes pity and Takuma let him taking a rest inside his room while the man prepared lunch. Enough time for Yuuki to plant several tiny wiretaps in some strategic spots. If he was lucky, at night, Yuuki can hear Takuma sighing in his sleep, dreaming about something he doesn’t know. Or sometimes, pleasuring himself until he reaches orgasm while catching Takuma’s moan as the man masturbates in the bathroom. Even though he has to pant because he lets himself drawn too deep in pleasure, the feeling is too magnificent.
Taken aback from his reverie, Yuuki glances to his digital alarm clock. It’s three o’clock in the morning.
Once again taking a look at the man curling in his sleep in the room across his own, licking his own lip, then he lay himself on the bed. Fully aware that he only has less than four hours to sleep before he has to wake up and repeat his daily activities fully planned.
_________
”Yuuki-chan, ohayo!!” Takuma greets from behind the fence, a bright morning in a holiday. His smile blooms perfectly and doubles the charm of his handsome face. Yuuki is doing his school assignment on the patio when the man walks up to him, bringing a cup of coffee and Sunday paper, clad only in sleeveless shirt and cropped pants, “Homework? How hardworking~”
Yuuki throws him a sweet smile, putting down his pencil then pulling his very-short-blue-jeans-clad legs down, as well. Takuma eyebrows crease when his greeting is replied with, “Ohayo, Wada-san…” and unhappily points at Yuuki, “I’ve told you to call me Takuma.”
”But it’s not polite.”
The man laughs, ”Yuuki-chan is already like a little brother to me, I’ll be happier if you call me Takkun,” he cuts in, leaning his arm against the fence, ”Yuuki-chan’s been very busy lately, huh? I rarely see you around.”
Yuuki supports his chin with his elbow,”Hmm...I have exams this month, moreover, Wada-san, umh, I-I mean, Takkun is also busy with work, so we’re even,” he says while laughing a little, trying to break the tension and his own heart beat. A patch of Takuma’s chest skin is something not to be missed. “At least, Takkun looks happy, something good happened?”
Takuma rubs his nape bashfully,”Well, something good, another is not so good, which one do you want to hear first?”
”Eh, may I?”
”Here, Yuuki-chan, I always tells you everything, right?” he ruffles Yuuki’s hair. His lips turn slightly upward as he sees Yuuki’s fingers drawn up choosing the second option, “Umh, it’s a bit embarrassing, really but actually, I had an argument with my boyfriend.”
Yuuki’s forehead creases, a glimpse of someone with a pretty face Takuma once introduced him to, comes crossing his mind, ”Oh, a fight? What happened?”
”He said he’s tired of me paying not enough attention to our relationship. What can I do, my workload is huge, and I just got promoted to be staff of directors at my office.”
”Hontou? That’s the good news, right?” the pair of Yuuki’s eyes sparkles when Takuma nods, how Yuuki loves the tint of pink at the man’s line of nose every time he blushes. Yuuki will do everything to be able to see it, always.
“That’s why I want to ask you something,” Takuma shifts, sitting himself beside him, crossing his legs and cuddling coffee cup in his hands, “does Yuuki know a real estate agent around here?”
Yuuki’s forehead winces, he’s trying to face a surprised look even though actually he can guess, because last night he recorded the conversation over the phone between the man and his coworker. And even though he could only hear Takuma’s voice, Yuuki could say that the man was asking some advice to ask his boyfriend to live under the same roof.
”Takkun wants to move?”
Takuma chuckles in embarassment, ”Well, I was thinking to keep this house and add another room at the upper level, but my boyfriend said that it’s too far from civilization. Perhaps if I fulfilled his wish, our relationship can come to a better term.”
The pencil in Yuuki’s hand moves, ”Takkun has the money to buy a new house?”
”Hmmm...I have some savings and I’m planning to add with what I get from selling this house, or maybe put it up for a re...”
”SELLING THE HOUSE?” Yuuki cuts in, he never heard about the house will be put for sale,”B, but that means I will never be able to meet Takkun again.”
Takuma’s arm reaches for his shoulder and pulls Yuuki closer with a laugh, ”Yuuki-chan, I’m only moving to another place, not going out of town or even overseas, therefore I’m asking if Yuuki-chan know about a real estate agent that’s close to the mainroad, you can reach it by bus, right? You know, just like going to school,” he rocks the stunned Yuuki. The blush on his face is not even gone when Takuma releases him. The corner of Yuuki’s mouth drawn downward; no, he doesn’t like that blushing expression this time.
A flick on his forehead makes Yuuki turn around, Takuma caresses his cheek while smiling, ”Yuuki-chan is not happy?”
Shrugging, Yuuki closes his book,”I will ask my friends.”
The man’s eyes automatically go alight,”Really? Oh my god, thank you very much!! Yuuki-chan is the best little brother in the world!! I know this is too sudden but I’m happy that you’re willing to help!!”, he kisses the wincing Yuuki’s cheek.
”What can I do, Takkun looks so happy. By the way, your boyfriend isn’t coming to talk about this? You both are about to move but Takkun’s the only one who’s busy?”
Takuma sips on his coffee that already turns cold, ”I don’t know, he hasn’t make any contact with me these three days, perhaps it’s better that I prepare everything so he can be a bit...umh, persuaded? I’m not good at seducing him, oh…wait a minute!!” his palm fishes inside his pants pocket and drawing out a familiar black cellphone, “He’s calling, excuse me, Yuuki-chan.”
The boy agrees, gazing at Takuma’s retreating to the terrace back and talking idly with someone Yuuki is sure as his boyfriend. The corner of his eye follows the movements of the man’s body, inch by inch. A happy smile performing on Takuma’s lips is telling Yuuki something.
“He said he will consider coming for dinner tonight,” Takuma tells without being asked when Yuuki blinks at him. He scratches his forehead, thinking, “Do I have to buy some flowers, as well?”
Yuuki peers curiously, ”What for?”
”As an apology and...” Takuma leans his chin against his cellphone, ”Who knows I can use this chance to propose to him.”
Mouth gaping open, Yuuki almost points his pencil to the man.
”Whoa! Takkun wants to get married? So soon!! Don’t tell me Takkun only wants a small celebration, I have to be invited!!” his knees pulled up excitedly, Takuma laughs.
”If everything went according to plan, Yuuki-chan will be the first one to know,” he says, putting his phone back inside his pocket again, ”How about Yuuki-chan comes to dinner, too? I will cook the dinner, so you can taste it.”
Blinking, Yuuki arranges his books into one stack, “Can I?”
His eyes can’t leave the scene of Takuma’s Adam’s apple moving up and down while the man downs the content of his coffee cup, the man’s tongue licking the lips slightly, “Of course you can, perhaps you guys can meet and talk a bit more freely, that one time Yuuki-chan immediately went inside because you had to study, right?”
”Okay~” Yuuki winks, grabbing his books before heading for the door, ”Takkun can go back first, I’ll go change.”
Takuma nods and waves his hand until he reaches the fence, humming slowly oblivious to a pair of eyes glancing piercingly at him.
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Yuuki stops sipping the sweet soda from a tall glass at Takuma’s kitchen island when the door bell rings; a beautiful young man is pressing the bell a couple of times, looking puzzled, but Yuuki doesn’t want to answer. He’s too busy cutting baked meat into thin pieces with knife and fork in his hands. The owner of the house just left to buy some salad ingredients after handing over the task to Yuuki (who whined that he wanted a box of cherry tomatoes, knowing Takuma never has fruits in his fridge). The supermarket that sells the fruit located quite far from the house, and at such hour Yuuki knows that the isles are pretty empty. Just as he thought.
”Good timing,” he whispers, letting the bell ringing once again then moving across the kitchen island. Licking hungrily at some meat sauce from his thumb and putting the knife he’s been holding on the cutting board.
”Mitsuya-san?”
The figure in front of the door jumps in surprised because he’s about to turn away when the door is opened.
“Oh yes. Umh, kimi dare?” Mitsuya raises an eyebrow, Yuuki smiles widely, arms outstretched.
”Takkun’s boyfriend, right? I’m Yuuki, we’ve met once before over there, but maybe you don’t remember. Ah, please don’t be suspicious, I’m only a little brother, though I’m actually his next door neighbot,” Yuuki says, grimacing. He shakes Mitsuya’s hand warmly; the skin of the boy’s hand is as soft as silk. His whole appearance is graceful, a nice match to his glowing face.
”Yuuki...Yuuki, oooh yes yes, Takuma often told me about you. You really are as sweet as I thought. I’m Mitsuya Ryou, you can call me Micchi.”
Nodding, Yuuki releases his hands and looks around. He scratches his chin.
”Takkun said that you’d come, but he just left to buy some more meal ingredients,” he mumbles a little uncomfortably,”So why don’t you come in and wait inside? We can chat while waiting for Takkun.”
Mitsuya slips some strands of hair behind his ear, feeling a bit awkward, “If it’s not too much of a trouble.”
”Of course not. Takkun’s guest is also my guest, you don’t have to hesitate. The main dish is still in preparation, I’m still working on it, but there’s some canapé and snacks. Come in,” he opens the door a little bit wider, giving permission for Mitsuya who steps in while clutching a small bag on his shoulder.
“Ojyama shimasu.”
”Make yourself at home,” Yuuki answers while heading straight to the kitchen after closing the door, looking at the baked meat in front of him and weighing the knife while smiling sweetly. He looks over his shoulder to Mitsuya who already sits inside the living room.
”Would you like some tea, or coffee?”
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”Yuuki-chan, tadaima!” Takuma reaches for the door knob half panting, his hand holding a plastic bag full with a couple of boxes and juice cans. Yuuki greets him in the living room, chuckling a little at Takuma who’s sweating from running to avoid the rain. The rain is not heavy but enough to make his shoulder and face wet.
”Sorry, am I taking too long? The supermarket was so crowded and the line at the cashier was crazy, luckily Yuuki’s order was still available.”
”It’s okay, I’m also busy washing the utensils and everything. I barely notice,” Yuuki receives the bag from Takuma’s hand and tells the guy to come in before the wind blows too strongly. Then happily, he takes out the juice cans to be placed inside the cupboard while humming.
”Has my boyfriend arrived?”
Yuuki’s arm stops mid-air, his fingers wipe slowly over the cold dew on the shelf’s surface.
”Not yet.”
”What took him so long, does he forget?” Takuma shakes the water off his hair and takes off his shoes; his chiseled nose sniffs instinctively; the scent of strawberry and something sweet.
”Smells nice. Does Yuuki-chan wear perfume?”
The droplets from Takuma’s hair drops over the white skin of his face, the taken-off jacket reveals a thin white shirt that attached perfectly like a second skin due to dampness. Yuuki chews the inside of his mouth, the right corner of his mouth moves up.
”Your house reeked of food, so I sprayed some cologne that I brought.”
“Oh, is that so?” Takuma twists around, then heads over to the kitchen with both hands on his hips, scrutinizing the things laid on the table. Pasta, pieces of baked bread drizzled with parsley, plates of side dishes, and thinly cut baked meat. Yuuki moves from in front of the fridge, sipping from his juice can and walks over to Takuma who’s still looking.
”Yuuki-chan, your shirt’s dirty,” he moves closer to Yuuki while reaching out his arm to touch a patch of small island shaped stain that looks very new, quite contrast to Yuuki’s bright yellow shirt. He touches it with the tip of his finger. Deep red.
Takuma’s eyebrows crease.
”What’s this?”
He’s about to sniff when Yuuki takes that fingers with both hands and enclose around it slowly, he licks Takuma’s finger and smiles wickledly.
”It’s just meat sauce~”
”O, oh...” Takuma nods, stuttering a bit,”Yuuki-chan should change clothes, you can wear mine.”
”Mmm, Takkun should change clothes, too; you’re wet all over.”
Takuma pulls on his own shirt and laughs,”I guess you’re right. Very well, let’s change our clothes. I’ll find something that fits you.”
”Takkun can go first; want me to make some drink for you?”
Takuma turns his back to Yuuki and walks over to his bedroom. With jacket thrown over an arm, he replies softly.
”Sure.”
Yuuki smiles in return, the corners of his eyes worshiping the handsome figure from behind the strands of hair that falls before his forehead; wide shoulders, charming and sexy nape line, also his inviting waist. There will be no one who can hug that body except Yuuki. Takuma is his.
And his only.
”Would you like some tea...” Yuuki grins, “Or coffee?”
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
[fanfic] Daishuuryou/Takeru - Bound part 2
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade/Samurai Sentai Shinkenger
Pairing: Daishuuryou/Shiba Takeru, Kadoya Tsukasa/Shiba Takeru
Rating: R
Warning: BL, AU, OOC, crappy english
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and/or anyone. No harm intended
Note: So, yeah, the Bound fic has evolved LOL and this is for you who are still interested of what is going to happen between the two.
Takeru opens his eyes. It is morning by the look of it. The room is bright from the sunlight that comes in from the big circular window. Takeru squints and looking away from the blinding light. He closes his eyes again, trying to figure out what happened the night before. His body feels sore all over even though Daishuuryou was being somewhat gentle to him. His words, though, breaks everything inside Takeru.
So Jii, Ryuunosuke, Chiaki, Mako and Kotoha are dead? He remembers vaguely seeing their bodies in between ruins and other bodies. He still can remember Ryuunosuke reaching out his hand to him when they took him. He still remember Genta being the only one who was still standing, fighting. But everything is so vague. Takeru barely can decide if all of those are his memory or just a dream.
Takeru hates war. Always. But the war against Chimatsuri Doukoku was necessary. They did not have any choice. They had to fight.
And Daishuuryou...
He doesn't know what to think of him and his army. Or whether the war is really necessary. Or why they had to go to that war.
Tsukasa. Takeru has always known him by that name. But that faithful day, he came by the name of Daishuuryou. Takeru was so baffled and everything just tumbling around him. People to save. A battle to won. Friends or foes to decide which side they are on. It was confusing. It is still confusing.
And here he is. Lying on the huge bed. Alone.
Yes. Alone. A feeling that Takeru is so familiar with. He's always alone all of his life. Since they told him that he had to be the shadow head of the Shiba clan and since his father died that night. He was alone to go through all of the study and education. Sometimes he wept in his sleep. Jii was kind and a very good and nurturing tutor as well as mentor but Takeru could never convey his feelings to the old man. It was fun when Genta came around until he had to leave one night to follow his father. And Takeru was alone again.
When the other four came and Genta was back, Takeru was already used to keep everything to himself. Even after everything was out in the open and they knew about him being kage, even after the acceptance and his official appointment to be the real 19th head of Shiba clan, there is always a tinge of loneliness that he can not seems to avoid.
So hearing those words from Daishuuryou, that his friends are all gone, Takeru easily slips in to that feeling, welcoming it like an old friend and embrace it like an old comfort blanket.
He decides to wake up. His stomach is protesting softly, after all. He's silent for a while, noticing the silver chain around his ankle. It jingles softly, like a distant and mythical music to his ear. He sighs, dragging his naked body to get out of the bed. Food is ready on the table near the window and Takeru has to blush for the fact that other people may see him naked on the bed. He doesn't even know why he doesn't bother to look for anything to cover his body. The sunlight is so warm and he enjoys it. Furthermore, he is alone in that room.
He perches on the daybed and noticing that the food and tea are still warm and very inviting. He eats in silence while from a distance, he can hear voices. He ignores them and continue eating. He lays on the daybed, turning his head toward the huge window and looking at the blue sky. He wonders what if he walk up to that window, what will he see from there. Or how it feel if he jumps out of it.
He chuckles at the thought. Suicide is a cowardice. If Takeru wanted to end his life, he might as well do it another way. Like engaging himself in what seems like an endless battle with Juzou. But Juzou is also gone. He was one of a kind and Takeru has this strange feeling that he will never encounter another person who has the same wicked passion like the man-gedou. So, suicide is not an option. Really. Or maybe he'll consider it some other time.
He takes a bath. Only then that he realizes how big the tub is. He can stretch his legs as far as he can and his toes still hasn't meet the other end. He lowers his body until half of his face is drown into the warm water. This time, the water smells like lavender again. His eyes catch the glittery line on the tub's wall. The silver chain. Takeru touches it with his fingertips. He wonders how far it can go. He tries to give it a yank but it only results in him hurting his ankle than damaging the chain.
He dons a new kimono. Still red in colour. He wonders if it's on purpose to fit the colour of the entire room. If it is, that only means that he is now worth no more than the furniture in the room. Takeru smiles bitterly. He tightens his obi and wanders to the daybed again. He doesn't know how long he's laying there and staring at the sky before he falls asleep again.
****
Something awake him. A feeling. A touch. Takeru opens his eyes and bites his lips to prevent the soft moan that already performing there.
Daishuuryou flashes him a devious grin. "You're here with my dinner. Might as well I help myself."
Takeru kicks his shoulder. "I am not your dinner." he retorts sharply.
Daishuuryou catches his leg, his long fingers claw around his ankle. Takeru hisses because the chain brushes against the torn skin there. He kicks with his other leg. Daishuuryou catches it, too. Easily, without much effort. "Feisty." He comments. Takeru bucks, trying to move away but both of his ankles are already in Daishuuryou's hands. The other man holds them and ties them together with the chain. He bodily strangles Takeru and brings the chain to bind Takeru's wrists.
"I might not have to do this if you don't fight, ShinkenRed-san." Daishuuryou purrs, looking so satisfied with Takeru's state; bind and curling under him.
Takeru fixes his eyes with Daishuuryou's. "Why did you not kill me?" His voice is somewhat calm, suppressing rage and covered with curiosity.
"Have I said that I don't have to explain things to you?" Daishuuryou scowls. He pulls back and sits in front of Takeru. He reaches for food and starts eating.
Takeru turns away, facing the window. The sun is setting, turning the sky crimson. "Did you kill my friends?"
A silence.
"No." Daishuuryou answers lightly. "My subordinates did."
Takeru opens his mouth but closes them again. He doubles up, pressing his knees to his chest and hugging them in his arms.The chain jiggles.
"It sounds nice." Daishuuryou says but Takeru doesn't react to that. He yelps when Daishuuryou pulls him roughly to him. His back bumps against Daishuuryou's chest and the chain is yanked. Takeru hisses as the chain tears his skin again. He can see crimson around his ankles and wrist.
Daishuuryou brings his face close to Takeru's. So close to Takeru's liking but he doesn't utter a word. He only shifts away but Daishuuryou bites his neck. Takeru can feel some teeth dig deep into his skin and flesh. It doesn't really hurt but Takeru suspects at least a mark is now there where Daishuuryou bites him. He hisses again.
"Why are you fighting, ShinkenRed-san?" Daishuuryou whispers. Ever so softly. "You have nothing nor anyone to fight." Ever so logical.
Takeru looks away, only revealing more skin for Daishuuryou to lick and bite. Takeru gasps sharply. "I do not know." he whispers. He doesn't know either why he answers him.
"Stop fighting. Stop trying. It's not worth it." Daishuuryou whispers again. This time right in front of his ear before planting a kiss there.
Takeru is sobbing. "It's not worth it." He echoes.
"It isn't." Daishuuryou agrees with a smile.
When Daishuuryou takes him, practically driving himself into Takeru without any hesitation even proper preparation, Takeru no longer resist him. He just gasps and sobs silently. His mind is blank and he can't think of anything really. His shattered world is now completely gone.
-cont-
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
[fanfic] Bound - an excerpt
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Own nothing!
Warning: BL, AU, OOC, crappy English
Note: Ini excerpt dari fanfic Bound yg dulu itu. Sebenernya ada niatan ini mau dijadiin proyek NaNoWriMo gue tapi gue sama sekali gak kepikiran gimana caranya bikin cerita frustrating kaya gini jadi 50ribu kata. Yang ada gue makin stress XD dan karena ini excerpt, maafkan kalo agak gejeh ya. Nanti setelah NaNo mungkin, MUNGKIN, akan gue rapiin dan selesaiin. Tapi kayanya gue akan ngurusin kawinan bakappuru di sana yang jadinya tertunda karena NaNoWriMo *siap2 ditabrak dan disruduk*Daishuuryou is still not being gentle with him. Sometimes he's even rougher and forces himself to Takeru without warning. Once every other day, he will stay in the room and not letting Takeru sleep or even has a shut eye. Those are the days that he enters the room with annoyed look and rage. After the third time, Takeru suspects something is happening out there and Daishuuryou is not approved of whatever it is.
Takeru always end up losing his conciousness and finds the bruise on his body accumulating. Every time he embraces the pain. At least, it's a familiar feeling.
The last time, Daishuuryou is fucking him like he's possessed. He's not holding back and lashing out all of his anger to Takeru. Almost strangling and choking him. Takeru struggles and try to escape but Daishuuryou is too strong and the chain binds him tighter. Somewhere in the middle, Takeru passes out and waking up only to find that even an unconscious companion is not a problem for him. Takeru smells blood. His blood. This time, the pain is excruciating and Takeru screams.
He doesn't know what's stopping Daishuuryou in the end. He just stop, leaving Takeru on the messy bed; exhausted, torn, bruised, bleeding and broken.
Two slaves tend to his bruises. The torn skin where the silver chain has hurt him from yanking and too much struggling, the bluish spots on his upper arm, near the neck, chest, stomach, thigh and every where else. They soak healing herb to his bath water to sooth the pain and make him drink potions. Daishuuryou is not happy with the smell of the herb, potions and ointment and leave Takeru alone for days.
Takeru is somewhat lost in the big room. He just lie on the bed, not moving. He lets his body takes as much rest as it can get and taking time to heal. He forces himself to eat and not let himself dehydrate. But even moving from the bed to the daybed is too much for his body. So once he reaches one place, he prefers not to move again for a very long time.
He sleeps. A lot. Dozing here and now. Flashes of dreams and maybe memories. Sometimes he replays in his mind, the daily life back in Shiba mansion. Waking up before sunrise, sword practise and calligraphy, breakfast, more practice and then Chiaki will whine for them to go out or visiting Genta's cart, then they will be back at the mansion for evening practice, dinner, bath and then discussing things with Jii over tea and some sweets. Sometimes he will stay up late, reading or maybe meditating. Takeru is careful to maintain that he is always alert and in good shape. He is, after all, the 19th head of the Shiba clan. Some other times, he stays up very late or ends up not sleeping at all. Some times he even skip the entire day. Those are the times when Tsukasa comes to the mansion. Sometimes with his friends. Most of the times, alone.
He feels happy, even though only a little bit. At least, he can close his eyes and not seeing bad strange dreams and the corner of his mouth is slightly curved upward into a smile. A small, almost invincible smile. Sometimes, the fond memory hurts, more than the physical pain, even more than the sadness. And that always makes him weep pitifully.
The emptiness grows bigger whenever he wipes his tears away.
And Daishuuryou's not even there to distract him from the emptiness.
It's tragic but it's sadly true. The pain Daishuuryou causes him always manage to make him empty his mind and focuses on the pain instead of any other feelings and thoughts he might be having. At least, that way, he has no time to think or feel anything but the pain.
*****
Takeru feels a hand touching his arm and caressing gently. He opens his eyes and sees Daishuuryou there, standing beside the daybed with a frown on his forehead. Takeru coughs a little.
"You're warm." Daishuuryou states and Takeru is not answering. He's been in high fever for two days but he refuses to be lead to the bed by the slaves who take care of him. He wants to be near to the window so he can see the sky and doze and daydream. He shifts away from Daishuuryou's touch, even though weakly. He eyes the sky again and doesn't bother when he feels the space near his feet sinks a little.
"Have you eaten?" Daishuuryou asks again.
Takeru nods this time.
"Do they give you medicine?"
Another nod. The next second, he feels a pair of strong arms under his knees and his arms and his body is lifted from the daybed. Takeru yelps.
"No." he protests.
"You should be on the bed."
His hand touched Daishuuryou's chest and he grasps the black fabric of Daishuuryou's clothes under his palm. He shakes his head. "No. I want to stay here."
"I can't manage to let you be any sicker."
Takeru blinks at his master. Daishuuryou wears an annoyed look. But Takeru won't fool himself by thinking that Daishuuryou is worried over him. Takeru averts his eyes side ways and whispers. "Please."
Daishuuryou is silent and then he put Takeru back on the daybed. Takeru sighs and rests his arm over his forehead. His fever is getting better, actually. He blinks again as Daishuuryou covers him with warm blanket and takes place beside him. He pulls Takeru closer and wraps his arms around Takeru.
The samurai is baffled. He blinks several time but bites his lips so he won't make any comment on the loving gesture. Daishuuryou may not be thinking anything for his actions. Takeru is his and Daishuuryou doesn't look like the type of guy who will like it to lose his possession. So Takeru stays silent. He can't do anything, either. He shifts, lifting up his eyes to look at the sky.
It's not blue today. A bit grey, instead. The clouds are hanging heavily and ready to pour out rain. Takeru wonders how high this room is because he's sure he can almost see some thunder inside the cloud.
The hold around him tightens a bit. Takeru shifts so he won't get crush and that only means to move closer against Daishuuryou's chest. A couple of time and unconsciously, he find his breathing is matching Daishuuryou's rhythm. He falls asleep again.
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AND DONE FOR TODAY! Back to my NaNoWriMo!! 28.000 and counting~ ORZ
[drabble] Tsukasa/Takeru - Voice
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade, Samurai Sentai Shinkenger
Cast: Kadoya Tsukasa, Shiba Takeru
Rating: PG-13
Warning: BL. Crappy English
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and/or anyone
Note: Because someone is practically screaming that she wants to read something from me again so, despite the NaNoWrimo and all, this one is dedicated to her. So short, tho. This is all I can managed for the time being :D :D
Takeru blinks and stares at the tall boy before him. "What?"
Tsukasa raises an eyebrow but still maintain the cocky smile he wears on his lips. "I didn't say anything."
"You didn't but why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"That!" Takeru blushes and averts his eyes somewhere else. He tugs on his hakama nervously.
Tsukasa laughs. "I always look at you like this. Whatever that is that you mean of me looking at you like this."
Takeru pouts and Tsukasa thinks it as adorable so he leans forward and kisses Takeru's cheek.
"Tsukasa!" Takeru hisses, becomes more scandalous every second because his friends are there, too. True, Ryuunosuke-tachi are practicing and maybe doesn't pay any attention to them but, still. Takeru has his head bowed and inches away from his friend.
Tsukasa moves, not letting any distance to appear between them and now is even closer than before. Takeru tries to push him away but they boy is not even flinching. Tsukasa is grinning widely and leans sideways to nuzzle Takeru's ear with his lips, ever so seductively whispering something to him. Takeru stiffens, Tsukasa's warm breath is wafting across his skin and smacks the boy's head without mercy.
Tsukasa takes a revenge. His hand lands on Takeru's nape and kisses Takeru hotly on the lips.
"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?" Ryuunosuke shouts from the yard.
"I really like your voice."
Monday, October 31, 2011
[fanfic] Kazuki/Takuya - Sleep In
Fandom: Prince of Tennis Musical
Cast: Katou Kazuki, Yabuki Takuya
Rating: PG-13
Warning: BL, AU, OOC
Disclaimer: I do not own and/or ever claim owning anything and/or anyone
Note: Written in English and not turning out the way I wanted it to be. Meh. But I hope you still can enjoy this.
NaNoWriMo, here I coooooooooooooooooooooooooooome!!!
Sleeping in is never something that Kazuki takes as a luxury. He never does that in the 41 years of his life. Days that he has to sleep in are always days when he’s really sick. Like, really, really sick he can’t even manage to lift his head from the pillow which, turns out to be, only happened once every five years or so. Except for that particular day when he was still in his second year in college and his older brother kind of kidnapped him because Kubota was craving of a fresh baked croissant from this certain bakery in Paris and he did not want to go alone. Well, it hardly counts as ‘sleeping in’ but, still.
Katou Kazuki, 41 years old, always the hard worker, diligent and takes rules as a serious business.
However, when he gets up this morning, for the first time in his life, he finds out that sleeping in is okay.
He wakes up to the sound of his alarm clock. As usual, his arm stretched out to turn the damned thing off, tossing around for five minutes and…. Usually, he will immediately get out of bed and get ready but this time, a certain source of pleasant warm in the form of his boyfriend snuggling up against his back prevents him from moving. He turns around and blinks at how Takuya shifts even closer to him. Like an instinct and like it’s very natural to do.
They haven’t done many nights together and it’s saying something for they have been dating for more than a year now. Work and school and schedule that never really match come in between. Now that he thinks about it, those things never should be a reason. Take his brothers, for example. Kubota is currently not dating anyone but he’s quite devoted to visit that friend of his once in a while and now, Hosogai-kun is pretty much taking all of Kubota’s time. Ryuuji, ever the playboy that he is, treats whoever he’s dating at the moment like treating a princess. Masahiro practically lives in Matsuzaka’s apartment once they started going out. The boy seldom spends his time at home in the last two years.
Sometimes, he does feel like he’s not treating Takuya right. True that Takuya never really complains but there are times when Kazuki does feel that way. He loves the boy for a really long time and maybe, just maybe, it’s about time that he gives himself a hard kick in the ass and actually does something about them.
His heart skips a beat when those big eyes flutters and opens wide in front of him. He practically sees a spark in those deep pools of brown when Takuya smiles sleepily and muttering a “Good morning,” to him.
Kazuki smiles back, trying hard to calm his heart that starts to beat a little bit louder and for silently ordering the butterflies in his stomach to stay calm. “Good morning,” he greets back and kisses the tip of Takuya’s nose softly.
“What time is need?” Takuya asks sleepily.
Kazuki peers to the alarm clock through his shoulder. “Almost six.”
“Hmm,” is the only respond Takuya makes and he shifts again, naturally closing his eyes again. Kazuki laughs softly and caresses Takuya’s smooth cheek with his finger.
“Don’t you have class today?”
Takuya groans lazily and sounds a bit whiny. “Don’t want to.”
“Skipping class won’t do you any good, you know.”
Small frown appears on Takuya’s forehead and he opens his eyes again with an annoyed look. “You know, I really don’t want to hear that from you. Such a morning ruiner.”
Kazuki frowns in confuse. “I just don’t want you to do something reckless.”
“Do I ever?” Takuya is obviously awake now and seriously annoyed, too. He shifts away from Kazuki and turns his back to him. The older man blinks in total bewilderment.
“Kuu-chan?” he calls out softly and carefully as he reaches out to touch Takuya’s back. “Sorry. Was it something I say?”
Takuya rolls his eyes without Kazuki knowing. He knows Kazuki doesn’t mean to be so patronizing and he’s just being himself. And strangely enough, Takuya likes him for that. After a moment of silent, Takuya turns around and shakes his head. “No, sorry. You go get ready.” He tells Kazuki softly.
However, Kazuki doesn’t buy that. He stays and not moving, looking intently at his boyfriend. Takuya is looking at him, too. The older man finally gives up and pulls Takuya into an embrace.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound like Takumi.” He whispers into Takuya hair and kisses him there.
“Actually, you don’t. Papa never told me to get up early and go to school. It’s always Konii’s job.” Takuya relates.
“Okay, so I sounded like Konishi-san? Is that even worse?”
Takuya has to laugh on that. “A little bit.” He says and kisses Kazuki lovingly. He can do nothing to change Kazuki and he never intend to. He moves closer to his boyfriend again, lining up his body with Kazuki’s and even go bolder as slipping a leg between Kazuki’s as he wraps his arms around Kazuki’s shoulder.
Kazuki groans softly, opening his mouth to welcome Takuya’s kiss and kissing him back. The alarm in his head goes off when something stirs on the lower part of his abdomen. “We’re going to be late.” He mumbles in to a kiss and wincing the next second because Takuya bites his lip.
“Seriously, Kazuki.” The pretty boy grunts under his breath. With a gentle push, he settles himself on top of Kazuki. “How do you even think when we’re doing this?” He mumbles again before deepening the kiss.
But of course he’s not thinking of anything. How could he when Takuya comfortably and deliciously latches his body against him like this? How could he when Takuya’s lips that kissing him is so soft and sweet and practically inviting Kazuki to taste and claim as his own? How could he when Takuya is innocently yet so erotically moaning into their kiss like this?
Takuya chuckles a little, even though there’s a shade of pink already taking residence on his cheeks, when something hard and warm pokes his thigh. He kisses his man again. Gingerly and lovingly this time. Kazuki shifts away when Takuya rubs his knee against his groin. Takuya makes a face at him and Kazuki is really at a loss how he should react to that. He caresses Takuya’s back lovingly and pulling him closer before backing away.
Breathlessly, he nuzzles Takuya’s nose, “I never skipped a day before.” Kazuki mutters. Then he blinks because Takuya blinks, too and looking at him with a surprised look and almost laughing, he suspects.
“What?” Takuya has to ask the question.
“Well,” Kazuki licks his own lip, “this is… new, I guess. I never, not even once in my life skipping a day to just, you know… sleeping in.”
Takuya looks really amused. “Are you suggesting for us to take a day off, now, Kazuki? Really?”
Kazuki shrugs. “We’re already really late.” He states matter-of-factly.
Takuya shrugs, too. “I don’t know. We can always make it in time if we rush.”
“But you are so warm.”
Takuya laughs out loud this time. Lovingly, he cuddles Kazuki’s head and kisses him again. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Kazuki. I wasn’t implying anything, you know. You have your job and responsibility and I understand that. I no longer mind.”
Kazuki frowns. “It’s okay. I can still do my work from home.”
Takuya raises his eyebrows.
“I mean, later. When I really need to do them, of course.” Kazuki quickly adds.
“Honestly, Kazuki. If you feel you have to go, then go.” Takuya insists.
“No, it’s okay. It’s really okay.” Kazuki replies, a little bit too quickly.
“Really?”
Kazuki winces. “I don’t know.” He finally admits. “But I think it’s not entirely bad to do something like this once in a while. I mean, many people do this, right?”
Takuya nods.
“And if I get to spend the whole day with you, I think this is not bad, at all.” Kazuki says, looking straight into Takuya’s eyes and his tone is so determined and sure. “We never spend all day together before and I think that’s not right. I mean, I intend to marry you next year and it’s just ridiculous that we never do that. I mean, spending a day together. Do you understand what I mean?”
Takuya blushes and averts his eyes coyly. “We can do that on Sundays. Or, you know, find a day that you’re actually free.” He mumbles. “And it’s not like we never go out for a date. We did have a date, remember?”
“True, but only after I finish my work or I have to go back to work at the end of the day.” Kazuki states again. Then he looks at his boyfriend carefully. “Or, you actually don’t want to?”
“No, no. Of course not!” Takuya cuts in quickly. “I just…” He brings his eyes to the same level as Kazuki and looks at him. What can he do, really? This is Kazuki and for the nth times that morning, Takuya finds that he loves him for what he is.
Kazuki smiles wide, when Takuya pushes him and settles himself on top of him. Very warm and lovely, still looking a bit sleepy and his smile is so, so beautiful Kazuki has to struggle to find his breath again and kissing him ever so lovingly.
“I’d love to skip today.” Takuya whispers to his ear and Kazuki smiles.
“Just… maybe try not to make a habit out of this?” He says after placing a kiss on Takuya’s cheek.
Takuya laughs and with a defeated sighs, he grinds his hip against Kazuki’s because the man really, really should to be taught of some things.
Monday, October 24, 2011
[fanfic] Tug & Pull
Cast: Matsuzaka Tori, Wada Takuma, Daito Shunsuke
Rating: NC-17
Warning: BL, AU, NSFW, PWP
Disclaimer: No profit gained, no harm intended
Note: Please, never let me write a OT3 again, please? Apparently, I'm so BAD at it *sobs* so sorry for the poor result, grammar error and everything. Made as an appreciation of a certain pig. GAK BISA HIDUP GUE KAYA GINI, GAK BISAAAAAAAAAA
*coughs*
enjoy!
The bedroom is dim, somewhat romantically illuminated by a the moon and the city lights from outside the window. The tree that occupy the room, however, can't care less about that. Too consumed, too absorbed at the task at hands. More like, the task that brought out from how one of them turns to be so sultry and even more flirty and way beyond sexy when drunk.
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Shunsuke finds himself licking his lips and Takuma blushes while trying to down more of the content of his glass. While Tori looks at them funny with half of his shirt buttons off and currently revealing too much skin for his own good. Delicious, creamy, dark skin. Takuma moves, trying to safe his friend from further humiliation but Tori swats his hand away and pouts cutely. Takuma has to kiss him. Tori blinks while Shunsuke is very amused.
The guy approaches his kissing friends and Takuma looks bashful. Shunsuke smirks. "Can I get a kiss, too?"
Tori blinks. "Why?"
"Because I'm drunk."
Tori laughs and drops a quick kiss on to his friend's lips. "There." But Shunsuke is quick to grab Tori by the waist and demands a real kiss, tongue and all. Tori moans as he drapes his arms around Shunsuke.
Takuma coughs, a little bit uncomfortable at the display before him. "Should... Should I leave?"
Tori quickly pulls away, "No! Come on. Where are you going, anyway?" Another cute and half-lidded eyes follows.
So Takuma stays and kisses Tori as an answer.
The next thing Tori knows is they are in Shunsuke's bed, almost naked except for their undies. Takuma is holding him and kissing him while Shunsuke has his hands roaming all over Tori's body. Tori moans appreciatively into Takuma's lips at every touch. He laces his fingers with Takuma who affectionately reciprocates. Tori closes his eyes, basking in every sensation his body is experiencing. He's familiar with Takuma. Everything he does is like an old friend: warm and affectionate and Tori knows that he can trust the man. On the other hand, Shunsuke is very new to him: curious yet passionate.
When he opens his eyes, he sees his friends are looking at him, smiling at him and looks really amused.
"What?" Tori asks, a little bit bashful.
Takuma and Shunsuke smile to each other before Takuma replies. "You were never this cute back then."
Tori has to laugh at that and pokes Takuma's chest with a finger. "Oh, shut up."
"Interesting," Shunsuke comments. Tori makes a face at him and pushes him down to the mattress so he can climb up on Shunsuke's body and starts to kiss him. Kissing Shunsuke is also new and Tori is getting even more excited. He moves down, kissing every beauty marks on Shunsuke's face and Shunsuke does the same with his. Soft sound of lips smacking over skin and occasional moans from the two are like a cue for Takuma to not just sit back and watch.
He positions himself behind Tori, kissing his shoulder, trailing every beauty marks he knows perfectly well where. Tori moans louder, kissing Shunsuke's chest now. Takuma caresses Tori's back as his kisses follow until he reaches the waist of Tori's black undies. The handsome doctor's eyes alight as he cups both hands around Tori's pert bottom. He squeezes a little bit.
Tori hums appreciatively at the squeeze. He rests his face against Shunsuke's chest, looking over his shoulder to give Takuma a meaningful smile. He moans again as Takuma catches his smile, squeezes a little bit harder and ducking down to take a bite.
Shunsuke cups Tori's face with both hands and kisses him again. "You make such cute noises."
Tori chuckles slyly. "I do." And he hisses as he feels cold air on the bottom part of his body. Takuma has pulled Tori's brief off.
"I think it's about time." Shunsuke agrees. They shuffles a little bit, giving room for Takuma to completely pulls Tori's and to take off his own while Tori helps Shunsuke with his.
A few seconds later, Tori gasps. His two best friends, sitting side by side, both are panting a little bit, flushed skin and...
"How can I be this lucky?" His eyes are certainly can not leave the building excitement displayed before his eyes.
The two chuckles. Takuma reaches out his hand, "Just come over here and show us how grateful you are to have us."
Tori laughs, taking Takuma's hand into his own and position himself between the two so he can simultaneously kiss them. He doesn't care who is touching him where. His clouded mind only knows that everything feels so good and "Oh, yes...touch me there again."
Takuma, even though feels a little bit self concious at first, can no longer pretend that he doesn't enjoy this. After all, he knows how sexy Tori can be once he is in the mood. He watches as Tori turns to Shunsuke, lying half of his body on top of Shunsuke's body while kissing him so hotly. Takuma steals a kiss from him before continuing caressing his friend's body. He slips his hand between his friends bodies so he can touch lower.
"Ahn!" Tori moans, bucking his back and Shunsuke holds him close. Takuma smiles, touching the warmth private member and closes his fingers around it. He hears Tori murmuring his name as Shunsuke shifts, giving a little space so Takuma can move more freely in pleasuring their friend.
Takuma moves his hand, teasingly the tip with his thumb before jerking a little bit until Tori has to back away from his kissing Shunsuke to bit his own lip and gasping.
"That feels good?" Shunsuke asks in a whisper.
Tori nods. He releases another moan as Takuma presses on a spot. "Hmm...yeah...feels good." He blinks as Shunsuke turns him around gently, so now he's sitting between Shunsuke legs, back to chest. Tori looks a little bit confused but Takuma is now kissing him and whispers a thank you to Shunsuke. Next thing he knows, he's watching himself disappears into Takuma's warm and wet mouth. Tori throws his head to rest on Shunsuke's shoulder while the man wraps his arms around Tori's body and caressing his chest and stomach.
Instinctively, Tori opens his legs wider for Takuma. His hips bucks slightly, going with the same rhythm as Takuma does wonder with his lips, tongue and fingers. His back arches and he can't stop moaning breathlessly. Shunsuke doubles the pleasure by teasing Tori's chest with his fingers and kissing him occasionally.
Tori feels so hot. Something is crawling inside his body, slipping in to his joints and manipulating his senses. His body tauts as he clenches on Shunsuke's arm a bit too tightly and reaches his release right away. Takuma, having been paying attention to every signal his friend is giving him, backs away a little as Tori climaxes in his mouth. He tugs slowly, helping Tori to finish and smiles to Shunsuke, who also been watching Tori writhe and practically turns into a mess.
"You okay?" Takuma whispers as he leans is and caresses Tori's cheek with his knuckle.
Tori laughs a little and nods. "Yeah." He chuckles as he watches Shunsuke leans in and kisses Takuma. The dentist is quite surprised but doesn't say anything. It's a fascinating view while he regains his strength and gets excited again. Then Tori joins in. He lifts up his body, kissing Shunsuke on the cheek, and his jaw line, his neck, down to his chest, teasing Shunsuke's nipple with his tongue and moving down again to his stomach.
Takuma and Shunsuke pull away from the kiss, watching Tori. Shunsuke kisses Takuma once again, before leaning back on to the mattress and being pleasured because good gods, Tori is so good with his hands and mouth. Shunsuke grunts and moans, his hand is resting on Tori's head, giving him direction.
Meanwhile, Takuma is already enjoying Tori's back and butt again. He looks around a little bit and Shunsuke whispers, "Left side. Top drawer."
Tori doesn't seem to care. He only looks up and when Shunsuke smiles down at him, he continues moving his head again. He backs up with a 'pop' sound, licking his own lips. "Kimochi ii?"
Shunsuke caresses Tori's hair, slipping some strands behind an ear. "Un. Sugoku ii."
Tori smiles smugly, this time giving a hard jerk before swallowing again. However, he moans loudly as he feels something cold touches his lower side. Tori looks over his shoulder. Takuma is holding a small tube that apparently a lube and pouring a little bit of the content to the cleft between his cheek. He spreads it with his thumb and smiles to Tori as his fingers tease Tori's opening. He presses slightly and pushes a finger inside.
"Hnnngh..." Tori moans, for a moment forgetting about Shunsuke and concentrating on the gentle intruder currently entering his body. Another finger follows the first and Tori cries. He gasps and moans as Takuma stars to move inside and out. Shunsuke decides to distract Tori by touching his jaw line and motioning that he really needs Tori's attention at the moment. Tori laughs, a bit breathless and goes back pleasuring Shunsuke while occasionally moaning because of what happening to his lower part.
"Ah, gods" Shunsuke moans and Tori sucks hard on him. Takuma can't help but feels a little jealous at the attention. But he needs to get Tori ready for both of them. He tugs on Tori's hips until it lifted higher and giving Takuma more access. His fingers move a little bit faster and Takuma leans in to take a taste.
Tori moans loudly. "Wada," he gasps.
"Nani?" Takuma asks softly.
"Aangh... Please... I can't... Aaaaah..."
Shunsuke smiles. "I think you have to be clear, Tori. Takuma-san won't understand if you're being vague."
Tori pouts at that but he takes a deep breath. "Please... Get inside me. I can't... Aagh!"
Both Shunsuke and Takuma smiles. Shunsuke kisses Tori before letting Takuma takes Tori and position him on his lap, back to chest. Takuma leans to the headboard, holding Tori around the waist. Tori turns his head to kiss his friend. He feels like he's replaying a night some years back but of course he can not possibly think of anything at the moment with lust and alcohol clouding his mind. Takuma guides himself to find Tori's opening and Tori obligingly lower his body, engulfs Takuma completely inside his body. Both of them moan long and low. And Takuma starts moving.
Shunsuke rises on his knees. He appraches the two friends. Watching at some weird fascination at how Takuma moving inside and out of Tori and how Tori responds to him. He leans in and kisses Tori, letting Tori releasing his moans and passion into his mouth. Tori pushes him back a little and lowers his body so he can take Shunsuke into his mouth, continuing where he left off.
Soon, there are only breathless gasps, moans, groans, soft and wet sounds of lips on skin and skin on skin. Soon, the tension rises higher and they move faster and deeper into each other. Taking pleasure and sharing passion (or lust) until Tori, breathlessly and desperately, cries out and Shunsuke grunts and Takuma groans. Bodies bucks and tugs and just stop moving for a second before collapsing slowly like sigh.
Takuma kisses Tori affectionately on the cheek. Shunsuke does the same and Tori smiles before falling asleep.
The next morning, Tori wakes up with massive headache and a body that sore and ache all over.
"I think I had a weird dream." He says to Takuma who offers him coffee.
Takuma and Shunsuke look at each other. Tori feels like he wants to throw a glass at them as they pat his shoulders.
-end-
Please, do not kill me?
Rating: NC-17
Warning: BL, AU, NSFW, PWP
Disclaimer: No profit gained, no harm intended
Note: Please, never let me write a OT3 again, please? Apparently, I'm so BAD at it *sobs* so sorry for the poor result, grammar error and everything. Made as an appreciation of a certain pig. GAK BISA HIDUP GUE KAYA GINI, GAK BISAAAAAAAAAA
*coughs*
enjoy!
The bedroom is dim, somewhat romantically illuminated by a the moon and the city lights from outside the window. The tree that occupy the room, however, can't care less about that. Too consumed, too absorbed at the task at hands. More like, the task that brought out from how one of them turns to be so sultry and even more flirty and way beyond sexy when drunk.
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Shunsuke finds himself licking his lips and Takuma blushes while trying to down more of the content of his glass. While Tori looks at them funny with half of his shirt buttons off and currently revealing too much skin for his own good. Delicious, creamy, dark skin. Takuma moves, trying to safe his friend from further humiliation but Tori swats his hand away and pouts cutely. Takuma has to kiss him. Tori blinks while Shunsuke is very amused.
The guy approaches his kissing friends and Takuma looks bashful. Shunsuke smirks. "Can I get a kiss, too?"
Tori blinks. "Why?"
"Because I'm drunk."
Tori laughs and drops a quick kiss on to his friend's lips. "There." But Shunsuke is quick to grab Tori by the waist and demands a real kiss, tongue and all. Tori moans as he drapes his arms around Shunsuke.
Takuma coughs, a little bit uncomfortable at the display before him. "Should... Should I leave?"
Tori quickly pulls away, "No! Come on. Where are you going, anyway?" Another cute and half-lidded eyes follows.
So Takuma stays and kisses Tori as an answer.
The next thing Tori knows is they are in Shunsuke's bed, almost naked except for their undies. Takuma is holding him and kissing him while Shunsuke has his hands roaming all over Tori's body. Tori moans appreciatively into Takuma's lips at every touch. He laces his fingers with Takuma who affectionately reciprocates. Tori closes his eyes, basking in every sensation his body is experiencing. He's familiar with Takuma. Everything he does is like an old friend: warm and affectionate and Tori knows that he can trust the man. On the other hand, Shunsuke is very new to him: curious yet passionate.
When he opens his eyes, he sees his friends are looking at him, smiling at him and looks really amused.
"What?" Tori asks, a little bit bashful.
Takuma and Shunsuke smile to each other before Takuma replies. "You were never this cute back then."
Tori has to laugh at that and pokes Takuma's chest with a finger. "Oh, shut up."
"Interesting," Shunsuke comments. Tori makes a face at him and pushes him down to the mattress so he can climb up on Shunsuke's body and starts to kiss him. Kissing Shunsuke is also new and Tori is getting even more excited. He moves down, kissing every beauty marks on Shunsuke's face and Shunsuke does the same with his. Soft sound of lips smacking over skin and occasional moans from the two are like a cue for Takuma to not just sit back and watch.
He positions himself behind Tori, kissing his shoulder, trailing every beauty marks he knows perfectly well where. Tori moans louder, kissing Shunsuke's chest now. Takuma caresses Tori's back as his kisses follow until he reaches the waist of Tori's black undies. The handsome doctor's eyes alight as he cups both hands around Tori's pert bottom. He squeezes a little bit.
Tori hums appreciatively at the squeeze. He rests his face against Shunsuke's chest, looking over his shoulder to give Takuma a meaningful smile. He moans again as Takuma catches his smile, squeezes a little bit harder and ducking down to take a bite.
Shunsuke cups Tori's face with both hands and kisses him again. "You make such cute noises."
Tori chuckles slyly. "I do." And he hisses as he feels cold air on the bottom part of his body. Takuma has pulled Tori's brief off.
"I think it's about time." Shunsuke agrees. They shuffles a little bit, giving room for Takuma to completely pulls Tori's and to take off his own while Tori helps Shunsuke with his.
A few seconds later, Tori gasps. His two best friends, sitting side by side, both are panting a little bit, flushed skin and...
"How can I be this lucky?" His eyes are certainly can not leave the building excitement displayed before his eyes.
The two chuckles. Takuma reaches out his hand, "Just come over here and show us how grateful you are to have us."
Tori laughs, taking Takuma's hand into his own and position himself between the two so he can simultaneously kiss them. He doesn't care who is touching him where. His clouded mind only knows that everything feels so good and "Oh, yes...touch me there again."
Takuma, even though feels a little bit self concious at first, can no longer pretend that he doesn't enjoy this. After all, he knows how sexy Tori can be once he is in the mood. He watches as Tori turns to Shunsuke, lying half of his body on top of Shunsuke's body while kissing him so hotly. Takuma steals a kiss from him before continuing caressing his friend's body. He slips his hand between his friends bodies so he can touch lower.
"Ahn!" Tori moans, bucking his back and Shunsuke holds him close. Takuma smiles, touching the warmth private member and closes his fingers around it. He hears Tori murmuring his name as Shunsuke shifts, giving a little space so Takuma can move more freely in pleasuring their friend.
Takuma moves his hand, teasingly the tip with his thumb before jerking a little bit until Tori has to back away from his kissing Shunsuke to bit his own lip and gasping.
"That feels good?" Shunsuke asks in a whisper.
Tori nods. He releases another moan as Takuma presses on a spot. "Hmm...yeah...feels good." He blinks as Shunsuke turns him around gently, so now he's sitting between Shunsuke legs, back to chest. Tori looks a little bit confused but Takuma is now kissing him and whispers a thank you to Shunsuke. Next thing he knows, he's watching himself disappears into Takuma's warm and wet mouth. Tori throws his head to rest on Shunsuke's shoulder while the man wraps his arms around Tori's body and caressing his chest and stomach.
Instinctively, Tori opens his legs wider for Takuma. His hips bucks slightly, going with the same rhythm as Takuma does wonder with his lips, tongue and fingers. His back arches and he can't stop moaning breathlessly. Shunsuke doubles the pleasure by teasing Tori's chest with his fingers and kissing him occasionally.
Tori feels so hot. Something is crawling inside his body, slipping in to his joints and manipulating his senses. His body tauts as he clenches on Shunsuke's arm a bit too tightly and reaches his release right away. Takuma, having been paying attention to every signal his friend is giving him, backs away a little as Tori climaxes in his mouth. He tugs slowly, helping Tori to finish and smiles to Shunsuke, who also been watching Tori writhe and practically turns into a mess.
"You okay?" Takuma whispers as he leans is and caresses Tori's cheek with his knuckle.
Tori laughs a little and nods. "Yeah." He chuckles as he watches Shunsuke leans in and kisses Takuma. The dentist is quite surprised but doesn't say anything. It's a fascinating view while he regains his strength and gets excited again. Then Tori joins in. He lifts up his body, kissing Shunsuke on the cheek, and his jaw line, his neck, down to his chest, teasing Shunsuke's nipple with his tongue and moving down again to his stomach.
Takuma and Shunsuke pull away from the kiss, watching Tori. Shunsuke kisses Takuma once again, before leaning back on to the mattress and being pleasured because good gods, Tori is so good with his hands and mouth. Shunsuke grunts and moans, his hand is resting on Tori's head, giving him direction.
Meanwhile, Takuma is already enjoying Tori's back and butt again. He looks around a little bit and Shunsuke whispers, "Left side. Top drawer."
Tori doesn't seem to care. He only looks up and when Shunsuke smiles down at him, he continues moving his head again. He backs up with a 'pop' sound, licking his own lips. "Kimochi ii?"
Shunsuke caresses Tori's hair, slipping some strands behind an ear. "Un. Sugoku ii."
Tori smiles smugly, this time giving a hard jerk before swallowing again. However, he moans loudly as he feels something cold touches his lower side. Tori looks over his shoulder. Takuma is holding a small tube that apparently a lube and pouring a little bit of the content to the cleft between his cheek. He spreads it with his thumb and smiles to Tori as his fingers tease Tori's opening. He presses slightly and pushes a finger inside.
"Hnnngh..." Tori moans, for a moment forgetting about Shunsuke and concentrating on the gentle intruder currently entering his body. Another finger follows the first and Tori cries. He gasps and moans as Takuma stars to move inside and out. Shunsuke decides to distract Tori by touching his jaw line and motioning that he really needs Tori's attention at the moment. Tori laughs, a bit breathless and goes back pleasuring Shunsuke while occasionally moaning because of what happening to his lower part.
"Ah, gods" Shunsuke moans and Tori sucks hard on him. Takuma can't help but feels a little jealous at the attention. But he needs to get Tori ready for both of them. He tugs on Tori's hips until it lifted higher and giving Takuma more access. His fingers move a little bit faster and Takuma leans in to take a taste.
Tori moans loudly. "Wada," he gasps.
"Nani?" Takuma asks softly.
"Aangh... Please... I can't... Aaaaah..."
Shunsuke smiles. "I think you have to be clear, Tori. Takuma-san won't understand if you're being vague."
Tori pouts at that but he takes a deep breath. "Please... Get inside me. I can't... Aagh!"
Both Shunsuke and Takuma smiles. Shunsuke kisses Tori before letting Takuma takes Tori and position him on his lap, back to chest. Takuma leans to the headboard, holding Tori around the waist. Tori turns his head to kiss his friend. He feels like he's replaying a night some years back but of course he can not possibly think of anything at the moment with lust and alcohol clouding his mind. Takuma guides himself to find Tori's opening and Tori obligingly lower his body, engulfs Takuma completely inside his body. Both of them moan long and low. And Takuma starts moving.
Shunsuke rises on his knees. He appraches the two friends. Watching at some weird fascination at how Takuma moving inside and out of Tori and how Tori responds to him. He leans in and kisses Tori, letting Tori releasing his moans and passion into his mouth. Tori pushes him back a little and lowers his body so he can take Shunsuke into his mouth, continuing where he left off.
Soon, there are only breathless gasps, moans, groans, soft and wet sounds of lips on skin and skin on skin. Soon, the tension rises higher and they move faster and deeper into each other. Taking pleasure and sharing passion (or lust) until Tori, breathlessly and desperately, cries out and Shunsuke grunts and Takuma groans. Bodies bucks and tugs and just stop moving for a second before collapsing slowly like sigh.
Takuma kisses Tori affectionately on the cheek. Shunsuke does the same and Tori smiles before falling asleep.
The next morning, Tori wakes up with massive headache and a body that sore and ache all over.
"I think I had a weird dream." He says to Takuma who offers him coffee.
Takuma and Shunsuke look at each other. Tori feels like he wants to throw a glass at them as they pat his shoulders.
-end-
Please, do not kill me?
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