A/N: Hello my dear readers!
After due consideration, I have decided to publish one of my Watanabe Daisuke x Hamao Kyousuke stories here on FF. Why have I decided to publish this story that has only been available on my LJ so far, here as well? The answer is simple: I think that many people who love the Takumi-kun movies love those two actors just as much as the movies/book and the characters "Saki Giichi" and "Hayama Takumi" themselves and DaiMao fan fiction is not easy to come by since they are a bit thin on the ground.
I have decided to publish this story in the "Takumi-kun" category because Takumi-kun Series also has its part to play in the second half of the story, so I hope I will get away with publishing the story here. The story is partly AU because Daisuke doesn't have his real profession in the story and I changed his social background as well.
Anyway, please enjoy the read and let me know what you think. If I receive enough positive feedback, I will upload the rest of the story as well.
If anyone feels that I'm breaking any rules by publishing this story, I will take it down immediately.
Disclaimer: I don't own Watanabe Daisuke or Hamao Kyousuke...if I did I would be the happiest girl in the world! I only own this story and the original characters I introduced.
The Fate of Love
Chapter 1
"Otsukare sama," the BACS boys exclaimed in unison as the main MC of the 'BACS TV special event show' that Saturday evening, Hamao Kyousuke, entered the dressing room. "Otsukare sama," the ebony-haired boy replied smiling and plopped into the chair of his dressing table with a sigh of exhaustion.
"You must be really happy that starting from tomorrow you'll have two weeks of vacation," one of the boys commented as he noticed Kyousuke massaging his temples. "You've been working too much these past few months Mao." "You sound like my mother," the so addressed youth replied chuckling. "But to be honest, I'm really looking forward to my vacation, to have some time to myself."
"Do you have any plans," another boy asked curiously. "No, nothing in particular," Kyousuke answered smiling while packing his bag. "As you know I moved into my own little apartment about four months ago and there are some chores that need to be done, chores that I've been putting off again and again because of my tight schedule. Other than that I think I'll spend my time mostly reading, playing video games, watching movies and of course playing and cuddling with my cat 'Roku'." With that he got up and bade the boys goodbye.
"Otsukare sama desu, Hamao-san," the security at the back entrance of the studio greeted him. "I hope you've brought an umbrella. It's raining cats and dogs out there. If necessary, I could provide you with one." "Thank you very much," the young man replied with a polite smile. "But I'm prepared." He rummaged his bag for a several moments until he had found his pocket umbrella and wishing the guard a good night he passed through the back doors of the studio and stepped into the cool, rainy November evening.
Once he had arrived at Nishi-Shinjuku station and his apartment building had finally come into view after a walk of several minutes Kyousuke sighed in relief. The rain had not ceased, a strong wind had risen and soon his clothes felt damp which caused him to shiver from time to time. Picturing himself on his sofa with a hot cup of tea and Roku curled up on his lap, watching TV he covered the rest of the distance lost in the blissful thought of a comfortable evening at home, so lost that he didn't notice the large bundle that was lying at the entrance of his apartment building. The young actor stumbled, almost fell over it, but luckily managed to keep his balance and muttering a curse he bent down to examine the bundle more closely, quite shocked when he noticed that he had not stumbled over an object but a person.
For the next one or two minutes Kyousuke kept standing where he had nearly fallen, rooted to his spot, uncertain of how to act while he took in the man's appearance, relieved to find that he was alive. His chest rose and fell evenly, but overall the man was in a poor state. His clothes were wet, dirty and partly torn, he was shivering, his face was strewn with cuts and bruises and some stains on his shirt were of a reddish-brown color, an unmistakable sign that he had either been in a fight or had been attacked. Kyousuke bent over the unconscious man once more and following a sudden impulse he grabbed the stranger's shoulders.
"Hey mister…hey, can you hear me," he shouted shaking the man lightly. "Hey!" After several long moments the stranger finally opened his eyes, blinking dazedly. "Can you get up," the young actor asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. The stranger nodded weakly and tried to push himself to his feet only to tumble instantly back onto the ground, his face twisted with pain. "This won't do," Kyousuke murmured inaudibly. "He can barely move and he definitely needs to be taken care of." Understanding that he couldn't just leave the injured man to himself, the ebony-haired youth knew that there was only one thing he could do at that moment, though he didn't like the idea very much.
"My apartment is on the third floor of this building and your wounds need to be treated," he stated with a small sigh. "Here, put your arm around my neck, so that I can help you up." After a moment of hesitation the stranger did as he was told and once Kyousuke had helped the other to stand up he carefully placed his arm around the injured man's middle for support and they slowly made their way over to the elevator. 'What have I gotten myself into this time,' the young actor thought as he led the weak, shivering stranger to his apartment. 'I must have lost my mind. I'm about to let a man who's a complete stranger to me into my flat to treat his injuries and to take care of him.'
"Here we are," he announced and stopped in front of a white-colored door, fumbling for the keys with his free hand. After he had finally found them and unlocked the door he led the injured man inside, through the small hall into the living and dining room where he lowered his charge carefully onto the medium-sized leather sofa. "We need to get you out of those clothes and I'll prepare some tea for you," the ebony-haired youth announced and disappeared into one of the adjoining rooms only to emerge from it a minute later carrying a bathrobe as well as a blanket. He placed them over the sofa's back and quickly walked over to the small kitchen area where he switched on the kettle for the tea.
He then returned to his charge and helped the man to change out of his wet, torn clothes into the fluffy bathrobe and finally draped the blanket gently around the stranger's trembling body. 'If my family knew what I'm doing here they would definitely kill me,' Kyousuke whispered inaudibly. He knew that letting the injured stranger stay at his apartment was quite risky, dangerous even, but for some reason he just couldn't help himself. There was something about the man that fascinated the young actor, something in the man's dark eyes which were of a rich hazel-brown color that had drawn him in.
"Thank you," the stranger's weak voice ripped him out of his thoughts. "Thank you for helping me. I'm sorry to be such a bother. I promise I won't trespass long on your kindness and if you wish I can leave right away." "I guess it's alright, so don't worry," Kyousuke answered hesitantly. "Stay at least until you've warmed up again and your wounds have been taken care of. Besides, your clothes are wet and I won't let you leave before they are dry and you've been properly nourished. I also think you could need a nice hot bath, you're still shivering despite wearing a warm bathrobe and being wrapped up in a blanket." With that the young actor rose to his feet and walked over to the kitchen counter to prepare the tea before disappearing into the bathroom where he turned on the water.
"By the way, my name is Hamao Kyousuke," he said once he had returned to the living area. "What's your name?" "My name is Watanabe Daisuke, but everybody simply calls me Dai-chan," the other man replied softly, his warm baritone voice barely more than a whisper, "or at least they used to." "Dai-chan, that sounds nice," Kyousuke stated and placed a mug of hot tea in front of his guest before sitting down next to him. "Thank you very much Hamao-san," Daisuke said hoarsely. "I promise I won't bother you long and leave as soon as I can." "There's no need to be so formal," the ebony-haired youth explained smiling mildly. "Please call me Mao like most people do and didn't I say earlier that it's okay for you to stay here for a while? So, stop worrying already."
"Thank you," the injured man murmured and began to slowly sip the hot and refreshing liquid the other had prepared for him. "Can you tell me what happened," the young actor asked carefully into the silence of the room. "Where do those cuts and bruises come from? Have you been in a fight or something?" "Well, a group of seven or eight youngsters ganged up on me while I was walking down one of the side streets around here," Daisuke explained with a sigh. "They beat me up and took whatever little money I had. You can hardly call that a fight."
"Is there anyone I should call, your family or friends," Kyousuke inquired genuinely concerned. "They might be worried about you." "I don't have any family or friends," the other man whispered, his voice laced with sadness. "And before you ask, I don't have a home either." "You mean that you're living on the streets," the ebony-haired youth asked in surprise, "that you are…" "Homeless," Daisuke finished quietly and hung his head, "a social outcast. Do you want me to leave?"
"No, I don't," Kyousuke answered truthfully and placed his hand gently on the other man's shoulder which led him to look up and face his benefactor who was smiling reassuringly. "I don't care about your social status," the ebony-haired actor explained calmly. "And even if I did, I wouldn't be so cruel as to kick you out in your poor condition and in such weather." "Not many people think the way you do," Daisuke whispered. "Believe me, most of them wouldn't even have bothered to check on me, let alone helped me. They would have left me there on the doorsteps without giving me a second glance. You are special." "Don't say that," the young man stated blushing lightly. "It was a natural thing to do. You needed help and I was there, end of story. Anyway, the bath should be ready by now, so come on."
With that Kyousuke rose from his seat, helped his injured guest to get up as well and showed him to the small but stylish bathroom. "Uh…ano…d-do you need any help," the young actor asked hesitantly once they were inside, blushing once more. "P-please d-don't misunderstand," he added hastily, avoiding to meet the other man's gaze. "I…I just mean that you have some nasty cuts and bruises all over your upper body and earlier you could barely open the buttons of your shirt without wincing and hissing in pain. Don't think I haven't noticed a-and if you feel too embarrassed y-you could leave your underwear on…arrgh, what am I saying here?!"
"Thanks, a little help would be appreciated," Daisuke replied and couldn't help but blush deeply himself as the ebony-haired youth nodded almost imperceptibly and assisted him to take off the bathrobe before helping him into the bathtub. "This might sting a little because you have some minor open wounds and because your skin is generally very sensitive now from your being out in the cold and the rain for who knows how long, but the hot water will do you good," Kyousuke explained as he watched his charge lowering himself slowly into the hot liquid. Daisuke squeezed his eyes shut and hissed in pain the moment the water first came into contact with his bruised skin, but soon the burning sensation subsided and he began to relax.
"Are you ok? Does it feel good or is the water too hot," the ebony-haired youth asked gently and took up a soft, fluffy sponge. "It's just perfect, really," Daisuke replied smiling shyly at his new acquaintance. "That's good. Then close your eyes and try to calm down," the young actor ordered. "You have a few cuts and scratches on your face that I need to clean and later I'll treat them with some ointment." The injured man did as he was told and Kyousuke began to dab the sponge ever so gently onto the wounds, making sure that the whole procedure would be as painless as possible for the other. "Yosh, dekita," he announced after some time, smiling warmly at Daisuke who was slowly opening his eyes. "Now for your hair…"
oOo
About half an hour later a clean and refreshed looking Watanabe Daisuke was sitting on the sofa in the living room again, enjoying another cup of tea while Kyousuke was busy working in the small kitchen area, occasionally glancing over to his guest. He had to admit that his charge was decidedly handsome. The man had the face of a model, soft but at the same time manly features that gave him an almost regal look and his beautiful hazel-colored eyes as well as the soft dark brown hair only added to that.
"I hope you're hungry," the young actor exclaimed and was just about to return to the living area when he felt something rubbing against his legs. "Meow." "That's so like you," he pouted feigning hurt, "ignoring me ever since I got home, but being all affectionate now that you smell food. I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait. This is for Dai-chan." With that he crossed the room, Roku his cat following suit, and placed a tray with delicious looking food in front of his guest. "It's nothing special, just some Miso soup, some little salad and curry rice. I hope you'll like it." "That looks and smells wonderful," Daisuke exclaimed wide-eyed. "Then eat it before it gets cold," Kyousuke smiled. "I'll just prepare dinner for Roku and be right back."
"Hai, thank you," the brown-haired man said softly. "Itadakimasu." He then took up the chopsticks and started to dig in. "Oishii," he exclaimed several times and Kyousuke watched him with a sad smile. "When was the last time you had a warm decent meal," he finally asked sympathetically. "Let me see, that would have been about four weeks ago," Daisuke answered truthfully. "Usually I live off cup noodles, bentos, rice balls and this kind of stuff. Sometimes I could even afford to eat at a cheap restaurant, but very often I'm not allowed inside because of my appearance. Gochisousama deshita." "Would you like some more," the ebony-haired actor asked friendly. "There's plenty of rice and curry left." "Thank you, no," the other man replied with a grateful smile. "The food was very delicious, but I'm full, really."
"Would you like anything else," Kyousuke inquired. "No, I'm fine. Thank you," Daisuke answered. "I think I should get going. The rain has ceased and I've inconvenienced you long enough." "I'm afraid that won't be possible," the young man stated matter-of-factly, secretly impressed with his guest's attitude and his good manners. "I've put your clothes into the washing machine before preparing the dinner. They should be done in a few minutes or so and then I'll put them into the dryer. So, you're going to be my prisoner for at least another hour unless you want to leave wearing nothing but a bathrobe." "I'd rather not," Daisuke chuckled only to break into a coughing fit a moment later.
"Are you alright," Kyousuke asked his voice laced with concern. "Maybe you've caught a cold from being outside in the rain for too long." "It's nothing, don't worry," the brown-haired man replied huskily. "Anyway, I'll get you a cup of herb tea with honey," the young actor said determinedly and got up, the expression he had on his face showing that he would book no opposition whatsoever. When he returned to the living area a short while later with Roku in tow the cat immediately jumped onto the sofa and walked casually over to Daisuke to make itself comfortable on the astonished man's lap. "Roku what are you doing," Kyousuke scolded his pet. "I'm sorry for this. Just put him down if you like," he addressed his guest with an apologetic smile. "It's quite surprising though. Usually Roku is really shy around strangers and hides somewhere, but he seems to like you." "I don't mind," the brown-haired man chuckled and began to tickle Roku's ear. "I like cats."
Chuckling likewise the young actor handed his guest the promised tea and for a long time the two men chatted comfortably about this and that. However, Daisuke continued breaking into coughing fits from time to time and soon Kyousuke noticed the other's reddening cheeks as well as the sheen of sweat that was covering his forehead. "Let me look at you," he demanded sternly and cupped Daisuke's face, forcing the other to meet his gaze. The man's eyes were glazed and when the young actor placed his hand onto his guest's forehead he could immediately tell that the other's body temperature was much higher than usual. "You're having a fever. You should take some medicine and lay down," he exclaimed worriedly. "You can use the bed in the guest room."
"I'm alright, it's nothing," Daisuke replied breathy. "I've been enough of a bother already. I should just get my clothes and take my leave." "Don't be ridiculous," Kyousuke said forcefully. "If you go out into the chilly night in that condition it might be the death of you! For God's sake be reasonable and stay here, at least for tonight!" "You are a really kind guy," the feverish man whispered and rose slowly from his seat, Roku protesting loudly as he was forced to give up his most comfortable resting spot. When Daisuke began to stagger towards the bathroom the ebony-haired youth practically jumped from the sofa. "I won't let you leave," he exclaimed forcefully and crossed the room to grab the other man's arm. "Watanabe-san!"
Upon hearing his family name Daisuke slowly turned around on unsteady feet to face the young actor. "P-Please…don't…don't mind me…I'm okay," was all he could whisper before his legs gave out and he collapsed heavily into Kyousuke's arms. "Okay? Like hell you are. It's a good thing that I have a physician who does home visits," the ebony-haired man muttered as he dragged his feverish, unconscious charge into the guest room and onto its bed where he tugged the man in carefully before calling the doctor.
oOo
Daisuke stirred and moaning softly he slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times in confusion as he noticed the unfamiliar surroundings. He stirred again and another moan escaped his lips as he felt pain shooting through his body. "Where am I? What happened," he whispered inaudibly when his gaze fell onto his bare chest and he noticed that all the cuts and scrapes were properly bandaged. He let his eyes wander once more until they came to rest upon a vaguely familiar figure only a few seconds later. A young man with ebony-colored hair was sitting on a chair beside the bed, sleeping, his head resting on his folded arms which he had placed onto the edge of mattress. As Daisuke looked at the slumbering youth, his memories slowly began to return.
"Hamao-san," he whispered softly, almost reverently and for a moment his heart skipped a beat as he, for the first time since their meeting the other night, took a closer look at the man who had shown him so much kindness. The youth's features were soft and delicate, almost feminine and his small face was framed by shiny, jet-black hair. Long, dark eyelashes were caressing his smooth, porcelain-colored skin and the young man's full lips were slightly curled up. He looked positively angelic in his slumber and Daisuke couldn't help but be mesmerized by his savior's innocent beauty. Unable to tear his gaze away from the ebony-haired youth Daisuke unconsciously reached out to him, gently touching his benefactor's rosy cheek, whispering his name once more. "Hamao-san."
Upon feeling the light touch Kyousuke began to stir and his eyes fluttered open. "You're finally awake," he said smiling warmly. "Welcome back, Dai-chan." "How long have I been sleeping," the so addressed man asked weakly. "Well, let me see," the ebony-haired actor replied thoughtfully and took a look at his wristwatch. "It's ten-thirty in the morning on November the 18th, so that would make a whole day and two nights." "That long? Oh my God," Daisuke exclaimed hoarsely. "I'm really sorry. I must have inconvenienced you so much." "Don't worry about that and don't make yourself uneasy," Kyousuke replied truthfully and offered his guest a reassuring smile. "What's more important, how are you feeling?" "I feel like I've been run over by a truck," the injured man replied truthfully. "Every bone in my body hurts." "That's not really surprising," the young actor said compassionately, "considering what you've been through. Can you remember anything? Can you remember me?"
"Your name is Hamao Kyousuke," the brown-haired man stated softly. "I was attacked and somehow ended up at the entrance of your apartment building. You found me and took care of me. You gave me a bath, a hearty meal and hot tea. I remember that we talked on the sofa, but starting from then things are getting blurry and I can't recall much, only that everything went black all of a sudden. What happened?" "Well, you caught a bad cold including a high fever from being out in the rain and the cold," Kyousuke explained calmly. "Despite your poor condition you insisted on leaving, but you were too weak, collapsed in the living room and I brought you here before calling a doctor."
"Thank you Hamao-san," Daisuke whispered huskily. "I really don't know how I should make amends for your kindness." "Just get better quickly. That'll be enough," the young actor replied with a smile. "And once again, please call me 'Mao'." With that he rose from his chair and stretched a few times before turning to leave. "The doctor asked me to give him a call once you are awake, so that he can check on you again," he stated nonchalantly when he noticed that his charge was looking at him with questioning eyes. "I'll also get you some tea and a light snack. You must be hungry and even if you aren't you must eat something, doctor's orders," the ebony-haired youth added sternly. "Oh yes, one more thing. Before you start talking about leaving again I have to inform you that you have bed rest until the physician is saying otherwise. So, be a good boy and do as you are told, ne Dai-chan?"
The man in question could only stare at the other, who flashed him another warm and beautiful smile before leaving the room. "I must be dreaming," Daisuke muttered in sheer disbelief as he stared after the retreating figure of his savior. "This can't be real. Why would anyone care so much about a poor, worthless guy like me, a guy who is living on the streets? This must be a dream."
A/N: Well, that's it for the first chapter. Did you like it, did you hate it? Please leave me a comment with your thoughts.
I mentioned it before, but I'll say it again: This is an experiment because I'm moving a lind of grey zone hereand only if I get enough good feedback for this chapter I continue this story. If anyone feels that I'm violating any publishing rules, I will take this story down immediately.