Hello you all! I've never written a one-shot before, so bear with me please. I'm pretty much obsessed with Ten Count, ever since it's been released. I'm always fangirling when there's a new chapter. They're like my all time favourite OTP, so here goes!
Oh yeah and I do not own Ten Count or the characters (but god I wish I did). - Nikki
- Saturday, 8 am. Shirotani's pov -
The office was rather quiet. Obviously, as it was Saturday. It was actually my day off, but I didn't care. Work takes me mind of other things... Other people, like Kurose. I sighed.
I entered the print room to copy some files, the boss asked me to. I was his private chauffeur before, but now I also do his paperwork. It wasn't so bad, even though I had to touch this copying machine, which many people touched before me. I shuddered and scratched my left hand. Once I'm done here, I'll wash my hands twice and use disinfectant.
I laid the papers out on my boss' desk and checked my phone. I hadn't gotten any messages from Kurose, I had been building a wall around me lately. I didn't want to let him in. I got back to square one. My Mysophobia has been getting worse since then. After every bathroom visit, I would nearly throw up. It's not that it smelled gross, or looked disgusting, it was all inside my head. Once again I scratched my hands. Then I took off my gloves and washed my hands thoroughly. I can't stand the idea of bacteria.
Ever since I relapsed in sense of washing my hands too many times, changing my gloves way too often and puking whenever I thought of someone touching my food during dinner, I stopped eating. Not entirely, but I barely ate. I had lost weight, not too much but I still did. I was scared. It was as if I was slowly killing myself. I felt tears form in the corner of my eyes and I quickly blinked them away. I'd been feeling down lately, shattered, afraid. Depressed. It's gotten the the best of me and I didn't know how to deal with it other than... hurting myself.
- Saturday, 1 pm -
I entered my apartment and kicked off my shoes. My stomach growled but I was too frightened to eat. Scared I'd throw it all up again. My mind was getting blurry, but I paid no attention to it. I had recently moved into a smaller apartment, several weeks before I stopped hanging around with Kurose. I did miss him, his handsome face, his dark hair... His warm hands. Even though I despised being touched. He somehow made it feel less disgusting. My phone rang, I forgot I left it on the coffee table near the front door. I turned around, about to walk over, until I lost balance. My vision was blurrier than before and everything seemed to spin around. I tried to take one step in front of the other, but it probably looked like I was a drunk mess, and I felt that way too. Everything turned dark right after I noticed someone bang the door and call out my name. Was that... Kurose?
- Saturday, 1.30 pm. Kurose's pov -
I kept banging the door, seeing as I had a hunch something was wrong. He wouldn't pick up his phone, even though I set my phone to private. He couldn't have known it was me and he normally does pick up his phone. I was getting worried. He hasn't mailed me, texted me... Nothing. As if he tried to block me out of his life... Which I completely understand. After I gave him a handjob against his will- no, not against his will. He wanted it, but his Mysophobia acted up. He was confused himself. But it made him go back to who he was.
I heard a "bam" from inside the apartment, that's when I knew something was wrong. As hard as I could, I kicked the door open and faced a motionless Shirotani. My face turned pale. I had a gut feeling something like this happened. I rushed over to his side and got on my knees. I shook him over and over again, hoping he'd wake up.
'SHIROTANI, SHIROTANI, WAKE UP.' I panicked and picked him up. I carried him bridal style outside his apartment, over to my place. It was a bit of a walk and my legs were sore, but I didn't care. I was afraid, Shirotani needed me.
Several people on the street looked at me, but I ignored their stares and kept rushing.
As soon as I entered my personal office, I laid him down on the bed and filled a glass of water. I brought it to his lips and slowly made him sip some. His eyes finally opened and he looked shocked. He shot up, panting, coughing. He just choked on his water. It startled me, but I quickly recovered and grabbed his hand. It was scarred and scabbed. Him and his overly obsessive hand-washing, it concerned me. He yanked his hand out of mine, but I didn't want to let go. I bend over and wrapped my arms tightly around his skinny fragile body. I felt warm liquid drop onto my shoulder, he was crying. I also noticed he tried to hold it in, but it didn't work. He tried to pull away, but I did not let go, he needed me and he knew it. I slowly brought one hand down his spine, caressing his back. I wanted him to feel safe and comfortable with me, not embarrassing, wanting to avoid any contact with me. As I looked down to his hands, I noticed he started scratching his wrists. I didn't think much of it, but I still pulled his hands away. He seemed to have calmed down just a bit. One of my hands wandered off to his behind, circling on his right buttcheek. Shirotani flinched for a second and pulled away forcefully. His face showed sadness, yet lively for some reason.
Upon seeing his face, I couldn't hold back anymore, I grabbed his face and slammed my lips on his. He tried to yank himself out of my grip, but soon opened his mouth and let me in. I heard some muffled moans, which turned me on even more. As once again my hand trailed off, this time to his zipper, he pulled back and slapped me. It came as a shock to me as I sat there, paralyzed.
'Shiro..tani?' His eyes dropped.
'You're only taking advantage of this situation... You're not trying to help me at all.' I was stunned at his response. That was the complete opposite!
'Are you serious? I AM trying to help you, but you won't even let me near you,' I tried to remain calm, but I failed.
'What do you know? You don't understand me. You can't help someone you don't understand!' He spat in my face. In a way, he was right, I don't understand him, but I'd sure as hell will soon enough.
- Saturday, 4 pm. Shirotani's pov -
As soon as I said that, I had gotten up and left. I didn't want to see his face. I wanted to be alone. On my way to the park, I got some sandwich out of a vending machine and quickly devoured it. I was starving and this was the only thing I was able to eat. Once I arrived at the park, I made my way through the woods, to a quiet place where I could be alone. It was the same spot I always went to when I was down in the dumps. I rummaged through my pockets and found a pen, I panted heavily in advance. I broke it in two and brought the sharp part closer to my skin. It would only sting a bit, that's all. I scraped the hard piece of plastic across my skin. It didn't get that deep, but it did leave those beautiful marks I had longer for for a while. Only a few trails of blood were seen, but the feeling was good enough for now. Or rather, it would have to do until I'd have the energy to go back home. I was still hungry after all. I rolled down my sleeve again, covering my many scars. Nobody knew, nobody asked. Everyone knew about my Mysophobia and so nobody dared to even touch me. Which came in handy, obviously. I scratched the scars through my shirt, they were so itchy.
I entered my apartment complex, with a bag in my hand. I had gotten four other sandwiches, so I at least wouldn't die of starvation. I opened the door to find out I hadn't locked it. I shrugged it off and took off my coat and shoes again. Then I took off my shirt as well, revealing my bare chest and scarred arms. They were nearly completely covered in them. I moved myself to the bathroom and opened the cabinet to get some disinfectant to clean my wounds with, of course after putting on a new pair of gloves. It sting as soon as I poured the liquid over my arms, not that I cared, it was a nice feeling. I went back into the main room, flicking the lights on. I was startled when I saw Kurose sitting on my couch, arms crossed. I quickly turned around, trying to hide my arms and rushed to the door but unfortunately Kurose caught up on me. He grabbed my wrists with one hand, pinning me against the wall, I winced as his grip was rather strong.
'So this is what you've been hiding... I'm disappointed in you. I thought you would be stronger than this.' His remark angered me and so I stomped on his toe and pushed him away from me.
'What would you know? You don't have what I have. This... Disease. You have nothing to be afraid of!' I stated.
'No, it's true I don't have what you have. But I have something to be afraid of!' He spat back at me and grabbed my arms, leaving me paralyzed.
'You... I'm afraid you're slowly killing yourself. Behind my back, and I feel like a useless cunt. I wasn't able to help you and it's gotten worse over time. Shirotani... I like you, and you know I'd do anything for you. Please don't do this to yourself.' I could tell he was sincere. But I couldn't bring myself to give in. I yanked my arms back and grabbed a bottle of vodka off the table. I opened it up and chucked it in my mouth, taking big sips. Kurose just stood there, not sure what to do. He took a step closer, and I took a step back. He then turned around and went inside my bathroom. He was gone for a good ten minutes and half my bottle of vodka. My head was slightly spinning. Drinking on a sort of empty stomach really does the trick. Kurose then came out of the bathroom, holding a plastic bag. He opened it in front of my face, showing me the contents.
Pencil sharpeners, pens, razor blades, nail files and even tweezers. Every sharp object he'd gotten his hands on. I launched myself at him, trying to get a hold of the bag, but he was faster and I was slowly feeling more and more drunk. I rubbed my eyes and took a step back.
'Why are you doing this to yourself?' He said, knowing he'd get an answer now that I'm drunk.
'T-to take away mental pain. My Myso-Mysophobia is killing me.'
'Your disease isn't killing you, you are.' I hiccuped and came closer to him. Kurose lifted me up and launched me onto my couch. He took off my gloves. I wanted to protest, but somehow my body wasn't listening to me. I lied there, completely exposed and vulnerable. He took off my pants and rubbed my length through my underwear. I bit on my hand, trying to hold back my moans. He noticed and yanked my hand out of my mouth. He slowly slipped his hand into my boxers and reached out to kiss my lips again. He twirled his tongue around mine and wrapped his hand around my dick, his sudden movements made me jerk up a bit. But I wanted more, or rather, my body did. It had been a while since he touched me. Because I didn't touch myself at all. He bit my lip and started picking up the pace, jerking me off like I've not felt before. Somehow it made me want to have more- it was probably my drunk self speaking. I lowered my hand onto his hip, slightly tugging his belt. He got the hint and immediately removed his pants, as well as his underwear. He hovered over me, still jerking me off. But as I was about to climax, he stopped. I winced as he did and squeezed a pillow that happened to be near me.
'N-no, don't.' I managed to say, but Kurose had a better idea. He lowered himself onto my front and slid me into his behind. I felt his warm walls wrap around my dick as I tried my best not to moan. 'F-fuck,' I mumbled and squeezed the pillow even harder. Kurose then grabbed my arms and started licking my scars gently. It didn't sting, nor tingle, just warm. I didn't even yank them away, it didn't gross me out. Well, it did, but not enough for me to want him to stop. It made me moan even louder until the point I was about to cum.
'Kurose...' I said and he then forcefully pulled me out and pushed me back in, which made us both cum at the same time. Alcohol makes you do weird things.
'Shirotani, please let me love you, let me take care of you. Don't ruin those beautiful arms of yours. He was still sitting on my pelvis, but my dick was no longer inside him. He was holding me, whispering those words in my ears, it almost sounded orgasmic...
'Kurose... Ku-ro...' I was slipping away. It had tired me out. I felt him getting off me, wrapping me in a blanket and kissing my forehead before he joined me. We fell into a deep sleep.
- Sunday, 7 am. Kurose's pov -
My stomach grumbled as I woke up. I looked aside of me to find Shirotani asleep next to me, he looked so peaceful and happy. I slowly and carefully got up to make some coffee. My behind was kind of sore from last night. Thinking about it made me smile. I returned to the main room and noticed Shirotani had woken up, he was sitting there, scratching his arms, looking around with a panicked face.
'I took them away remember? You'll have to do with me now,' I said with a stern but caring voice. He was still shaking, maybe he had a hangover? Does he even remember what happened.
'F-funny enough, I don't feel the need to wash my hands, or shower... or burn my clothes,' I sighed and smiled again. It was a start, maybe last night did him some good. Maybe his Mysophobia will fade over time. I'll be by his side until it completely disappears. Well, I'll still be there, of course. But now we have a different issue...
... To help him get rid of his cutting habit. He seems to be having withdrawals too. I placed the coffee on the table and sat down in front of him.
'Shirotani, I'll guide you through this. I'll make a list and we'll cross off each number you have achieved until we've managed the tenth and last number. Will you accept my help, as your psychologist?'
'... For now... We'll see where things will bring us.' I smiled.
TA TA TAAAA. The end! A bit lame huh? :( I tried my best, but I was afraid to screw it up. ANYWAYS, I do hope you enjoyed this one-shot. I MIGHT turn it into a two-shot if I get enough positive reviews or messages or followers/likes, whatever I don't even know ;-; until next time! - Nikki
