[fanfic] Honest

Cast: Jinnai Sho, Hirose Daisuke
Rating: PG-13
Warning: BL, AU, OOC
Note: Karena pairing ini sangatlah lucu.

Happy birthday, Jinshaaaaaan!!




"Jinshan!"

Langkah Jinnai terhenti sementara kepalanya menoleh ke belakang melewati bahunya. Seorang pemuda bergakuran berlari-lari kecil ke arahnya sambil melambaikan tangan, sementara tangan yang satu lagi menjaga ransel yang tersampir di pundaknya. Jinnai memutar tubuhnya sedikit.

"Ou. Daisuke ka."

Daisuke menggembungkan pipi dan memukul lengan Jinnai saat ia sudah berada di samping pria itu. "Kenapa seperti tak senang begitu sih?"

Jinnai mendengus dan hanya mengedikkan bahu. Dengan acuh, dia kembali melangkah, membiarkan Daisuke menyusul dan menyejajari langkahnya.

"Mou," pemuda itu masih tak terima. "Kenapa sih? Salah bangun? Dompetnya hilang? Atau dimarahi Paman karena berkelahi lagi?" Tanyanya beruntun. Sebuah sentilan di ujung hidungnya membuatnya memekik terkejut. "Sakit, tahu! Awas kalau sampai aku tak manis lagi karena luka di hidung."

Jinnai tertawa terbahak-bahak. "Memangnya kau ini perempuan?" Ujarnya seraya menyelipkan sebatang rokok ke sela bibirnya.

Daisuke memiringkan kepala, meletakkan jari di pipi lalu tersenyum genit. "Tapi aku tak kalah manis sama anak perempuan, loh. Semua orang bilang begitu."

"Percaya saja, deh." Jinnai mengangguk-angguk. Dia pun tak mau menyangkal. Daisuke memang manis dan sangat ramah pada siapapun. Dipikir lagi, mereka bisa kenal pun karena Daisuke yang manis itu diganggu gerombolan preman dan Jinnai yang kebetulan lewat jadi harus menolong. Dia tidak bilang dia anak baik -reputasinya sebagai orang nomor dua terkuat di wilayah itu setelah setan cantik bernama Mitsuya Ryou sungguh bukan gelar main-main, tapi dia tak suka menggunakan kekuatannya untuk sengaja mengganggu yang lebih lemah. Bukan salahnya ataupun maunya kalau bertahun-tahun setelah itu pun Daisuke masih mengikutinya kemana-mana.

"Ngomong-ngomong, Jinshan mau ke mana?" Daisuke mencondongkan tubuhnya ke depan untuk melihat wajah Jin.

Pelipis Jinnai berkedut, "Kau ini. Mestinya tanya itu dari tadi sebelum mengikutiku kan?"

Daisuke tersenyum. "Daijoubu. Sudah tak ada berani menggangguku lagi sejak aku sering jalan bareng Jinshan, loh!" Jawabnya ceria.

"Tsk." Jinnai berdecak. "Kau memanfaatkan aku nih, ceritanya?"

"Mochiron!"

Jinnai mendesah pasrah. "Aku mau belanja." Ujarnya kemudian.

"He?"

"Keperluan toko."

"Boleh ikut?" Daisuke mengerjap tanpa dosa.

Jinnai memutar kedua bola matanya. "Memangnya kau akan menurut kalau kusuruh pulang?"

Daisuke terkikik dan menggeleng dengan ceria. Tanpa ragu, ia menggamit lengan Jinnai dan bersenandung riang saat mereka melanjutkan langkah.

Mungkin memang ada untungnya membiarkan Daisuke ikut dengannya. Pemuda itu dengan riang dan imutnya menawar semua barang yang hendak dibeli Jinnai. Paman penjual sayur rela memberikan 1/2 kilo lebih banyak dengan harga yang sama yang biasa dibayar Jinnai. Paman penjual daging, setelah disenyumi Daisuke, rela memberikan diskon 1/2 harga. Bibi penjual beras memberikan bonus sekantung kue beras untuk camilan.

Jinnai harus angkat topi untuk pemuda itu. Karena itu, dia tak menolak saat Daisuke menarik-narik lengan bajunya sambil menunjuk-nunjuk toko es krim. "Jinshan, haus!"

Ditepuknya kepala Daisuke sambil menunjuk ke arah lain. "Yang di sana lebih enak." Tukasnya.

Wajah Daisuke berbinar dan ditariknya lengan Jinnai dengan semangat.

"Di sini?" Daisuke menunjuk sebuah toko mungil bergaya tradisional Jepang dengan noren berwarna biru tua bertuliskan kanji es. Jinnai mengangguk lalu mendului Daisuke memasuki toko itu.

"Irasshai~" sebuah suara yang ramah dan empuk di telinga menyambut begitu Daisuke menyembulkan kepala dari balik noren.

"Yo,Ue-chan!"

"Sho-chan! Hisashiburi!"

Daisuke mengerjap, menatap dengan agak heran pada Jinnai yang ngobrol dengan akrab dengan pelayan toko itu: seorang pemuda bertubuh agak gempal dengan rambut super cepak dan berwajah cukup tampan. Ia mendekat dan mengintip dari belakang punggung Jinnai.

Pemuda pelayan itu mengenakan jinbei bermotif garis vertikal berwarna coklat, juga mengenakan celemek hitam di pinggang. Ia memiringkan kepala lalu tersenyum ramah saat melihat Daisuke. Ia mengangkat alisnya yang tebal pada Jinnai, "Temanmu?"

"Ah, begitulah. Ini--"

"Hirose Daisuke desuu! Yoroshiku!" Daisuke langsung menyambar dengan ceria sampai pemuda di hadapan mereka tertawa.

"Lucu ya. Aku Ueda Yuusuke. Teman lamanya Sho-chan." Balas pemuda itu.

"Aku lucu katanya, Jinshan." Daisuke berucap dengan antusias. "Teman Jinshan berarti temanku juga."

Jinnai menggaruk-garuk kepalanya. "Jangan seenaknya memutuskan begitu, dong. Sana, duduk. Kau mau pesan apa?"

"Ada es krim azuki? Pakai mochi!"

Pemuda bernama Yuusuke itu mengangguk. "Kashikomarimashita. Sho-chan yang biasa?"

Jinnai mengangguk kemudian menyusul Daisuke yang sudah menempatkan diri di meja kedua dekat pintu. Toko itu tak terlalu besar, malahan bisa dibilang mungil. Hanya ada 6 meja untuk dua orang dan 1 di ruang tatami di sudut ruangan. Interiornya pun sama sekali tak ada kesan modern kecuali televisi, mesin kasir dan telepon di meja kasir. Daisuke memperhatikan dengan antusias lalu menyibukkan diri melihat menu yang ada di atas meja; ditulis tangan dengan bentuk kanji yang sangat rapi.

"Toko ini sudah lima generasi loh."

Daisuke mengangkat kepala, menerima handuk basah untuk mengelap tangan yang disodorkan Jinnai. "Ih, aku kan tidak tanya." Kikiknya.

"Tapi kau penasaran kan?"

"Hehehe. Yang tadi itu benar temanmu? Bekas berandalan juga?"

Jinnai memukul kepala Daisuke, tak keras tapi cukup membuat pemuda itu mengaduh dan menggembungkan pipi dengan sebal. "Aku kan cuma tanya."

"Ue-chan itu bekas ketua klub kendo. Dia sering mengajakku bergabung dengan klub daripada aku berkelahi terus. Tapi aku tak berminat."

Daisuke mengangguk-angguk sok mengerti. "Jinshan sepertinya suka padanya ya?"

Jinnai memandang Daisuke sejenak lalu menopang dagu sambil tersenyum jahil. "Kalau iya? Apa kau cemburu, Daisuke?"

Daisuke ikut menopang dagu dengan kedua tangannya. Kedua pipinya kembali menggembung. "Jangan menggodaku, ah."

Jinnai mengangkat sebelah alisnya. "Kamu loh yang mengikuti kemana-mana."

"Memang. Begitu saja sudah mengerti kan?" Daisuke melengos.

"Katanya tak mau kelihatan tidak manis? Jangan cemberut dong."

"Bhu."

Jinnai tertawa kencang. Yuusuke yang muncul dengan pesanan mereka (es krim azuki dengan mochi dan es krim mangga) sampai mengangkat alis penasaran. Jinnai hanya nyengir dan Yuusuke pun berlalu setelah dipuji kalau es krimnya enak.

Daisuke masih pasang tampang cemberut meski sudah menghabiskan dua porsi es krim lagi. Ia memandang tak senang pada Jinnai yang tampak tak peduli dan malah berlama-lama ngobrol dengan Yuusuke sebelum mereka pamit pulang.

"Belanjaannya?" Tanya Daisuke saat mereka melangkah meninggalkan daerah pertokoan itu.

"Nanti diantar. Aku kan tak bawa mobil." Jinnai menyahut singkat.

Daisuke mengangguk. Diikutinya langkah Jinnai yang menuju ke arah rumahnya. Hari sudah gelap saat mereka berhenti di depan sebuah rumah berpapan nama 'Hirose'.

"Jya. Mata ne." Ujar Jinnai sambil tersenyum miring dan membuat tanda salut dengan sebelah tangan lalu berbalik.

"Ano, Jinshan!" Panggil Daisuke.

"Hmm?" Jinnai berbalik lagi. "Ada apa?"

Daisuke terdiam sejenak. Saat ia mengangkat kepalanya lagi, senyum lebarnya yang ceria sudah kembali menghiasi wajahnya. "Nandemonai. Mata ne~" ucapnya sambil melambaikan tangan.

Jinnai mengerjap lalu berdecak. "Brengsek." Gumamnya. Tanpa pikir panjang lagi, kedua kakinya melangkah dan ditariknya lengan Daisuke yang baru saja hendak membuka pintu pagar.

"Jinshan?"

Jinnai tak menjawab. Satu lengannya dilingkarkan ke pinggang Daisuke dan menarik pemuda itu merapat pada tubuhnya sendiri dan diciumnya pemuda itu tanpa ragu. Bibir yang hangat, lembut dan terasa manis seperti es krim azuki. Dikecupnya dengan sayang sementara mengeratkan pelukan. Dirasakannya tubuh Daisuke bereaksi padanya dan Jinnai memberanikan diri untuk memagut beberapa kali sebelum melepaskan pemuda itu dari pelukannya.

Daisuke nampak sangat terkejut dan meski wajahnya memerah, matanya berbinar riang dan ia terkikik senang. "Jinshan,"

Jinnai mendengus dan mencubit pipi Daisuke. "Oyasumi."

"Un. Oyasumi."

-end-

[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-

[fanfic] Wedding checklist - Tension

Cast: Matsuzaka Tori, Wada Takuma, cameo Daito Shunsuke, Mitsuya Ryou, etc

Rating: PG

Warning: BL, AU, OOC

Disclaimer: I do not own anything and/or anyone

Note: Baiklah. Karena udah kelamaan karena kepotong NaNoWrimo, karena gue gak pengen disruduk dan ditabrak, karena ini udah musim dingin, let's just speed everything LOL *ditimpukin massa*  Sekali lagi, karena dicepetin, maaf kalo jadi banyak details yang kelewat ya. Nggak, ini bukan hari H-nya kok.

Terakhir kali ia melihat apartemennya dalam keadaan luar biasa berantakan adalah beberapa tahun lalu saat ia pindah ke apartemen mungil itu. Saat ini kondisinya bisa dibilang sangat mirip dengan ketika itu: kardus-kardus bertumpuk dan tersebar di beberapa tempat, bungkusan-bungkusan yang entah apa isinya tergeletak di beberapa sudut ruangan, tumpukan kertas, baju-baju dan benda lain yang Tori tak berani menyingkirkan atau dia akan lupa di mana tempatnya. Sofa ruang tamunya pun penuh terhuni Shunsuke yang duduk bersilang kaki dan sibuk dengan laptop canggihnya. Sudut satunya diambil alih oleh Mitsuya yang sedang menelepon dengan nada tinggi. Televisi disetel tanpa benar-benar ditonton dan Mitsuya melotot ke arahnya saat Tori hendak mematikan.

Untunglah orang tuanya baru akan datang besok pagi dan mereka setuju saja saat Tori bersikeras agar mereka menginap di hotel karena jelas apartemen mungilnya tak akan sanggup menampung semua orang itu. Pun, seminggu terakhir ini apartemennya begitu sumpek karena sahabat-sahabatnya dan Mitsuya kadang tak datang sendiri. Hampir tiap hari Takuma datang bersama Yuuki. Ia tak enak karena pacarnya itu – meskipun Takuma sudah menjelaskan dan Yuuki pun mengaku sudah memaklumi- tetap merengut karena terlalu sering diacuhkan. Pemuda mungil itu akan duduk di meja makan mengerjakan PR-nya, kadang sendiri namun seringkali bersama Mitsuya. Setelahnya ia akan ikut duduk di ruang tengah, mengamati kesibukan yang terjadi.

Tunangan Mitsuya yang tampan itu pun beberapa kali mampir, membawakan baju ganti dan camilan ringan. Senyumnya yang ramah dan pertanyaan apakah ada yang bisa dia bantu selalu disambut baik oleh Tori yang menyilakannya masuk dan menawarinya ikut minum kopi bersama. Tori senang melihatnya selalu menempatkan diri di dekat Mitsuya yang sudah sibuk sendiri dengan pilihan bahan kain untuk dekorasi atau sibuk menelepon supplier tanaman dan agen persewaan perlengkapan pesta. Pun dengan senang hati turun ke dapur dan membuatkan makan malam.

Kekasih Shunsuke hanya mampir satu kali. Tubuhnya yang tinggi menjulang dan wajahnya yang tampan menarik perhatian semua orang di dalam ruangan, tak terkecuali Yuuki dan Mitsuya yang langsung berseru, “Sensei?! Kenapa ada di sini?” bahkan sebelum diperkenalkan oleh Shunsuke. Pria yang tampak seperti rubah itu tersenyum tipis dan pamit dengan sopan setelah ikut makan malam.

Tori menghela nafas.

Tiga hari lagi.

Undangan sudah disebar dan jawabannya pun datang dengan cepat. Beberapa menyertakan permintaan maaf tak bisa hadir berserta hadiah yang diletakkan Tori di bawah tempat tidurnya karena sudah tak ada tempat lagi. Dua hari yang lalu Nagayama-san baru saja mengantarkan pakaian mereka yang sudah jadi. Senyumnya nampak begitu sumringah dan terlihat begitu puas saat dirinya, Tori, Takuma, dan Shunsuke berdesak-desakan di dalam kamar Tori untuk fitting sekali lagi. Ia buru-buru pamit karena masih akan mampir ke rumah Masahiro sebelum pemuda itu terbang ke Amerika.

Ini yang membuat Tori makin tertekan. Maya-san meminta anak bungsunya itu untuk tinggal dengannya di Amerika selama seminggu sebelum hari H dan kemudian akan sama-sama kembali ke Jepang bersama-sama. Masahiro ngambek selama berhari-hari, berteriak pada seluruh isi rumah dan menuduh semua orang sebenarnya ingin membatalkan pernikahannya dengan Tori lalu mengunci diri di dalam kamar. Tori harus menelepon calon ibu mertuanya itu dan meminta penjelasan karena sungguh, dia sedang tak ingin menghadapi Masahiro yang seperti itu saat ini.

“Aku hanya ingin memanjakannya sebagai anakku sebelum ia menikah. Apakah tak boleh? Atau sebenarnya kau khawatir aku tak akan memulangkannya kembali ke Jepang?” ujar wanita itu di telepon.

Tori mendesah, “Maaf, Okaa-sama. Saya tahu Okaa-sama tentunya tidak bermaksud buruk. Saya hanya ingin memastikan karena saat ini Masahiro bahkan tak mau mengangkat telepon dari saya.”

“Begitu? Dasar Masahiro.” Wanita itu tertawa kecil dan mau tak mau Tori pun ikut tertawa. “Kalau memang terlalu merepotkanmu dan membuatmu bertambah pusing, bilang saja padanya kalau dia tak perlu pergi ke sini. Aku mengerti, kok.”

Tori sungguh tak enak mendengar nada bicara calon ibu mertuanya yang terdengar agak sedih itu. Hari berikutnya, sepulang dari rumah sakit, ia mampir ke rumah Keigo dan menyelipkan secarik kertas melalui bawah pintu kamar Masahiro.

Jangan harap aku akan muncul di hadapanmu di depan altar nanti kalau menghormati keinginan ibumu saja kau tak bisa –Tori-

Malam harinya, Tori harus menyiapkan makan malam sambil tertawa geli pada Masahiro yang tengahberkutat di depan laptopnya; memesan tiket pesawat sambil menggerutu.

Semalam Masahiro baru saja meneleponnya. Seperti biasa kalau mereka sedang terpisah jauh, pembicaraan telepon mereka selalu menghabiskan waktu berjam-jam diselingi video call beramai-ramai dengan para pendamping pria, Mitsuya, dan Takiguchi-kun karena mereka harus berdiskusi tentang beberapa persiapan akhir. Akhirnya Tori mengusir mereka semua keluar dari kamarnya karena ia sedang kangen sekali pada Masahiro.

 

Tori melirik ke dalam kamar tidurnya, mendapati Masaki yang tengah tertidur pulas. Anak itu datang segera setelah jadwal operasinya selesai dan menuntut dibuatkan omelet. Sambil tersenyum, ditutupnya pintu kamarnya dengan perlahan dan beralih menuju dapur karena ia sungguh butuh minum kopi dan mungkin sebatang rokok.

Namun begitu melihat Takuma yang tengah berdiri di dekat konter dapur, sibuk memperhatikan beberapa lembar kertas berisi pengaturan duduk para tamu undangan, hal pertama yang dilakukannya adalah mengulurkan kedua lengannya pada sahabatnya itu. Mengerutkan kening dengan sedikit heran, Takuma pun merengkuhnya dalam pelukan hangat dan erat. Dokter gigi nan tampan itu menepuk-nepuk pundak Tori dan mengelus punggungnya dengan sayang sementara Tori membenamkan wajahnya ke dalam pundak Takuma dan menghela nafas berkali-kali. Rasanya begitu nyaman dan untuk sesaat, Tori merasa semuanya akan berjalan lancer.

“Kenapa tidak tidur saja?” Tanya Takuma sambil mengecup rambut Tori.

Tori menggeleng. “Tak bisa,” ujarnya sambil menjauh sedikit meski tak melepaskan pelukan.

Takuma tersenyum. “Aku tadi buat kopi. Mau?”

Tori mengangguk, kali ini membiarkan Takuma melepaskan dirinya dan menuangkan secangkir kopi untuknya. Diambilnya rokok simpanannya dari dalam lemari dapur, membuka jendela dan mendudukkan dirinya di atas konter sambil menyalakan rokok. Takuma menghampirinya dengan secangkir gelas yang menguarkan asap tipis. Tori menerimanya dengan senyum penuh terima kasih dan meletakkan cangkir itu di dekat pahanya. Takuma bersandar di sebelahnya, mengambil sebatang rokok dari dalam kotak yang masih digenggam Tori, membuat sahabatnya itu tertawa.

“Apa?” Takuma mengangkat alis, menyelipkan rokok ke antara bibirnya.

Tori menggeleng lagi, mengulurkan korek dan menyalakannya untuk Takuma.

Mereka terdiam sejenak, menikmati kopi dan menghembuskan nikotin beberapa kali.

“Yuuki-chan tidak marah kau menginap di sini sampai beberapa hari ke depan?” Tanya Tori kemudian.

Takuma terkekeh. “Marah sih tidak. Hanya cemberut. Tapi Micchi juga sudah ikut membujuknya dan dia di rumah ditemani Yamaguchi-kun dan Yuta. Ngomong-ngomong, terima kasih sudah mengundang mereka juga.”

Tori mengibaskan tangannya. “Tentu saja mereka kuundang. Kau ini bicara apa?”

Kedikkan bahu dan hembusan asap menjawab Tori. Takuma terbatuk dan memutuskan mematikan rokoknya. “Aku tak pernah terbiasa dengan ini,” komentarnya dengan wajah sedikit memerah.

“Itu karena kau dokter gigi,” ucap Tori sambil nyengir.

Takuma membalas cengirannya. Diperhatikannya baik-baik wajah Tori yang tampak lelah dan sedikit tegang. Garis di bagian bawah matanya mulai menebal dan Takuma tahu yang bisa menyembuhkannya hanya sepuluh jam tidur. Mungkin sebentar lagi dia harus memaksa Tori masuk ke kamar untuk bergelung di sebelah Suda tapi saat ini, sepertinya pria itu hanya butuh teman ngobrol. Masahiro begitu jauh dan Tori pasti sedang butuh seseorang untuk membantunya tak merasa begitu tertekan.

Karena itu Takuma meletakkan tangan di atas paha Tori, telapak tangan terbuka seolah mengundang untuk digenggam. Tanpa ragu, Tori menyambut. Digenggamnya dengan erat tangan Takuma dan meremas beberapa kali.

“Kitto, daijoubu yo ne.” ujarnya lirih dan sedikit bergetar.

Takuma mengangguk mantab, balas meremas tangan Tori. “Kitto. Daijoubu.”

[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. 

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”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?”

[fanfic] Partner

Fandom: Prince of Tennis The Musical 2nd Season
Cast: Kikuchi Takuya, Ise Daiki
Rating: PG-13
Warning: BL, AU, OOC
Disclaimer: I do not own anything
Note: gara2 Tacchin nyepam kemarin malam dan obrolan tak tentu arah sama Neitai XDDD Pendek aja dan maaf kalo gejeh.




Hawa dingin dari dalam kulkas menerpa kulit dada dan pundaknya yang tak tertutup baju. Kikuchi merinding sekilas sementara tangannya terulur, menjangkau ke dalam salah satu rak, dan menarik keluar sekaleng bir. Ditutupnya pintu kulkas dengan kaki sementara tangannya sibuk berkutat membuka bir itu. Beberapa tegukan dan pemuda jangkung itu menghela nafas lega dengan keras. Memang tak ada yang lebih nikmat selain bir dingin setelah berendam air hangat.

Kaki jenjangnya membawanya ke ruang depan apartemennya. Satu tangannya sibuk menggosok rambut dengan sehelai handuk yang tersampir di pundak. Dengan pose sedikit jumawa, ia berdiri di dekat sofa yang sudah dihuni pemuda berambut gelap yang tengah tengkurap; membaca novel sambil mengudap kripik kentang.

Menyadari bayangan yang jatuh di atas novelnya, Daiki mengangkat kepala dan nyengir setelah memperhatikan pemuda jangkung di hadapannya sekilas. "Nice undies," komentarnya.

Kikuchi mengarahkan pandang ke bawah, pada celana boxer berwarna hijau bermotif kunang-kunangnya lalu balas nyengir. Diperhatikannya TV yang menyala dan memutuskan kalau acara TV-nya sama sekali tak menarik. Kedua bahunya dikedikkan acuh. Diputarinya sofa mungil itu dan ditendangnya kaki Daiki supaya pemuda itu mau bergeser untuk memberinya tempat. Dilesakkannya pantatnya ke sofa dan memutar matanya saat Daiki, alih-alih bergeser, malah menukar posisinya dengan merebahkan kepala di paha Kikuchi.

"Aku bukan bantal, oi!" Protesnya sambil menjangkau remote TV dan menekan tombol, mencari acara yang lebih menarik untuk ditonton.

"Jangan pelit. Tsunenori saja tak keberatan kalau aku begini," Daiki menggembungkan pipinya sementara tangannya terulur menjejalkan beberapa potong keripik ke dalam mulut Kikuchi.

Pemuda jangkung itu memberontak dan menepis tangan Daiki. Diambilnya kepingan-kepingan keripik dari tangan Daiki dan mengunyah sendiri. Tak lupa memukul kening Daiki dengan keras. Daiki mengusap-usap keningnya dengan sebal meski tak bisa menahan cengiran yang timbul karena melihat sudut-sudut bibir Kikuchi yang tertarik membentuk cengiran pula.

"Mereka memang membuat iri ya," ujar Kikuchi kemudian, membiarkan Daiki bergelung nyaman di sebelahnya.

Daiki mengangkat alis. "Kenapa tiba-tiba?"

Kikuchi mengedikkan bahu, "I'm just saying."

"Heeee," Daiki mengangkat tubuhnya, duduk menghadap teman dekatnya itu seraya memeluk kedua lututnya. "Kau serius naksir Akazawa?" Tanyanya jahil.

Kikuchi memukul kepalanya sekali lagi. "Jangan sembarangan kalau bicara."

"Habis," Daiki mengulum cengirannya kali ini. Sedetik kemudian, ia menutup mulutnya dengan dramatis, "Jangan-jangan kau naksir Tsunenori?"

Sekali lagi, kepala Daiki menerima pukulan. Kali ini lebih keras. "Kubilang jangan sembarangan kalau bicara. Aku memang tampan dan tak ada seorang pun yang bisa menolakku, tapi naksir sahabat sendiri itu sama sekali tak ada dalam kamusku, tahu."

Daikio mencibir, masih tak rela kepalanya dipukul berkali-kali. Kepalanya dimiringkan, menatap sosok samping wajah Kikuchi yang tampan. Sebuah cengir jahil kembali menempati sudut-sudut bibirnya.

Kikuchi mengerjap saat sepasang lengan melingkari pundaknya dan tiba-tiba saja Daiki sudah duduk di pangkuannya. Wajahnya begitu dekat dan Kikuchi tak sempat mengeluarkan protes apapun saat Daiki menciumnya. Kedua lengannya yang panjang balas memeluk pinggang Daiki dan menariknya mendekat.

Getar tawa Daiki merambati telinga dan tenggorokannya dan Kikuchi balas menyeringai. Dibalasnya tiap kecupan dan pagutan mesra di bibirnya lalu berpindah menghujani rahang dan leher Daiki dengan kecupan ringan.

"So," Daiki berdeham karena merasa suaranya agak serak, "I could consider myself lucky that even though we're friends, I get to do these kind of things with you?"

Kikuchi menggigit kulit di bawah dagu Daiki, "Don't get cocky. I can throw you out anytime if you get ahead of yourself."

Daiki tertawa pelan dan kembali mencium temannya itu. "Oh, even if you did, I know you can't stay away from me for too long. After all, we're partners in crime."

Kikuchi nyengir. "We are, indeed."

-end-

[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.

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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-

[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. 

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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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