Behind Closed Doors

Summary: He let suspicion get the better of him, now Taichi Yagami is dangerously treading on thin ice- one false move could lead him down a path of permanent regret… Or more like hardcore bondage…

D-Angel: I couldn't help myself; I had to start writing yet another Tai/Yama story, purely because when the idea for this story struck me I was just unable to let it cool down on the side ;)

So instead of revising for my exams in January I have decided to add another story to my unfinished collection XD. I was randomly sitting outside the supermarket, waiting for my mum, reading Battle Royale volume 8 when suddenly my thoughts turned perverted! That Aki-chan scene from the anime Sensitive Pornograph then gave me a great idea for a story!

And here it is ;)

Enjoy…

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong language, implications of sexual intercourse and just general creepiness

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Chapter 1

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'A generous and elevated mind is distinguished by nothing more certainly than an eminent degree of curiosity'

(From the 'Life of Samuel Johnson')

He heaved the heavy wooden door open, while balancing bags of shopping in his arms that were threatening to fall onto the uneven floorboards of his apartment. He kicked the door shut before he slipped his feet out of the horrifically tattered trainers that he was wearing, then he stumbled towards the table. A small victorious smile appeared on his face as he let the bags drop onto the surface.

One of the bags split open and a wide variety of fruit and vegetables annoyingly rolled off the table and tumbled onto the floor, creating a chorus of dull thuds. He bit down on his lower lip, suppressing the loud cry of frustration he desperately wanted to release from the pit of his stomach. As he crouched down to pick up the scattered mess of fruit and veg, an evident heavy tapping sound emitted through the flimsy wall next to him that separated his apartment with the one next door.

"For Christ's sake," He muttered as his eyebrows fell further inwards. Since he had moved into this apartment block two months ago, all he had heard was strange scratching and bumping noises coming from the apartment to the right of his. He heard these sounds at least once a day, sometimes twice, and sometimes not at all.
At first, he had thought nothing of them.

He just guessed that his neighbours loved doing DIY around their apartment, which was no surprise seeing just how grotty and worn these apartments actually were. But then one day, after returning from work, he had heard loud panting sounds leak through the wall, followed by a low long moan- the sort that could be heard in cheap porn movies- before everything had been replaced with a tense silence.

"I'm living next door to a sex craved maniac!" He had informed Koushiro, his best friend, as soon as the phone line in the apartment block had been repaired (It went down often due to bored teenage vandals that lived in the area). Koushiro just sighed and then mockingly explained to him that many people enjoyed having sex on a regular basis.

The noises soon became more apparent than ever; at first the furious panting sounds made him blush and cringe in mild embarrassment, but it wasn't along until they caused him to grind his teeth together out of irritation. It was worse than having neighbours that thought it was pleasant to play their heavy rock music all night long.

He tried to get on with his routine life as normal. Koushiro's hypothesis seemed to be more likely than anything else. It was further from the truth than he had anticipated however.

As he started to scoop the bruised mass of fruit and veg into a pile, he abruptly froze in mid-movement as his hand clasped around a cucumber. A gentle desperate cry pierced through the wall, followed by a stifled groan of sexual satisfaction. The cucumber in his hand soon fell to the floor as the wall shook violently as something crashed against it heavily, twice. There was then the uneasy silence that usually made him sigh out in quiet relief, but this time it sent a vile shiver down his spine.

What he had heard just wasn't natural. It sounded violent, far from passionate and whatever he considered sounded normal while a couple made love.

He fell asleep with a pair of headphones covering his ears that night. A jumble of English vocals flooded his head, trying to drown out the sounds that he knew would prevent him from sleeping. Masking out them out was far easier than fretting over what was actually happening next door.

It was simply best not to get involved.

But eight days later, he found out.

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Another manic Monday, he thought as he glanced at the kitchen clock realising he would be late for his office job at the bank. Though the temptation to skip the day of sorting out loans and banking transactions was very strong, the reality of losing his job clearly outweighed that idea. He'd be pretty much screwed without any income.

With a piece of burnt toast hanging halfway out his mouth, he quickly fastened up his black tie in the reflection of the mirror by the front door. Then he spent the next five minutes looking for his suit jacket and briefcase while he munched on his breakfast. He caught a glimpse at the clock in the kitchen again, as he tugged his blazer out from the tumble dryer. It was now 9:15am and he was officially late for work.

"Shit," He whispered under his breath as he quickly flung on his jacket before he hurried out the kitchen and made his way towards the front door again. He half-stumbled out into the apartment block hallway after shoving on his uncomfortable work shoes that pinched the tips of his toes, before remembering that he had left his briefcase on the table back in his apartment.

He spun around, about to rush back into his apartment, when out of the corner of his eyes he saw the door, belonging the apartment next to his, slowly open; an edgy creaking noise accompany its movement. He quickly ducked back into the safety of his apartment, like a child trying to avoid being caught sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight feast, before carefully pulling the door shut until it was almost closed, though he was still able to spy through a small and barely visible gap at the grubby man that had walked out the apartment.

It had been a while since he'd last saw his neighbour. He had occasionally seen Aki Fujita at their local convenience store, though they had never exchanged a word between each other. He assumed that Aki was in his early to mid thirties after analysing his thinning and greying mop of greasy black hair and the evident 'frown lines' that appeared on his face as he asked for cigarettes from the shop assistant.

Aki's appearance had always been scruffy. He typically wore a tattered pair of denim jeans with more holes in them than a sieve, a dark coloured t-shirt that was always covered with questionable stains, and also most commonly a discoloured black leather jacket.

He watched as Aki shut his own front door, though not fully. He was unable to tell whether Aki had actually not noticed that the door had not closed properly, or whether he had left the door ajar deliberately for some reason or the other. At first, he had the urge to call out to Aki to point out that his door hadn't shut fully, but then another idea crept into his mind.

Slowly slipping out of his apartment once Aki had turned the corner of the corridor, away from his view, he clicked his own door shut before he started to shuffle over to Aki's apartment door. To him, his intentions seemed pure. He would just quickly peep into the apartment to see if anyone else was there. If there was another person in the apartment then that would probably be the most logical explanation why Aki left the door open.

The case that Aki had kept the door open because he was only popping down to the corner shop never once came to mind as his quivering hand pressed against the rotted wooden door. He was convinced that Aki had kept the door open ajar for an entirely different reason, perhaps even for a lover to have access to his apartment while he was out or something. Though, wouldn't have Aki given or told them where the spare key was hidden?

He quickly moved his hand away from the door as if it had suddenly become red hot, then cautiously tapped his fist lightly against the wooden surface. He took a nervous deep breath as he awaited a response, but ended up feeling slightly agitated when he received nothing but silence. At that point he should have just turned around and made his back to his own apartment, but there was a strange eerie edge to the atmosphere that prevented him from even moving for a few seconds, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

Suddenly, a heavy thudding noise stirred from within the low-lit apartment immediately knocking him at of the awkward trance he was in. Stiffly, his trembling fingers wrapped around the cold doorknob before he slowly pushed the door open, creaking loudly on its hinges as the gap between the door and the doorframe widened. His heart started to violently lash against his chest as he took one quick look around, to make sure no one was watching him, before he bravely stepped into the apartment.

He nudged the door partly shut with his foot once he had entered the dark apartment, then instantly reeled back in disgust as an appalling aroma of alcohol, sex and something similar to decay, harshly stung his nostrils. Placing one hand over his nose and mouth, he quickly hurried over to the apartment's balcony door, almost tripping over a mess of dirty clothes and a few suspiciously familiar sex objects.

A scratching noise drew him away from the balcony door's handle. His scared brown eyes instantly locked onto a half opened door, which was barely intact to its hinges. Feeling dizzy he started to stumble over to the door, a couple beads of sweat were cascading down his face as he nervously gripped the doorknob. Now he could feel his heart slam heavily against his ribcage, the increase blood flow race rapidly through his veins as a serge of adrenalin burst through his body.

He counted to three in his head before he flung the door open.

His eyes widened in horror.

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-Dramatic music-

D-Angel: Aren't I evil, such a nasty cliffhanger I left there… Totally intentional of course ;) Find out what was behind door number 3 next chapter! Should be posted up near Christmas time, but if not then that means that I've been revising like a good girl :) lol

Please review anyways and tell me what you thought of the opening to this strange story of mine ;)

And I'll be seeing ya next chapter o/

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-D-Angel-

05/12/05 (20 days...)