(note: During the story, text messages and emails will be in BOLD PRINT! Enjoy!)
Colored and crumpled leaves softly brushed against one another as the chilly fall wind brushed by a short, brunette haired man looked at his mother-in-law's light, most likely teak-paneled house as he stood in the walkway. A slight chill rushed up his back when he'd heard the low creak of metal as the chilly night air lowly blew past him.
Suddenly, looking back he'd seen it was the waist high, metal gate lowly creaking in tune with the wind. When he'd turned around he noted that the brushed nickel hinges of the gate were slightly rusted, most likely due to weathering.
The man took three steps back, turning his frail body around in the process he grabbed the gate and nudged the gate back into its lock. The soft click of the gate settling gave the brunette man a sense of security that his weathered gate was secured. He continued to walk across the cement step stones and made it to the front door of the house he was renting for the time being.
The young man pulled out his pewter keycase and sighed as he shuffled through the small number of, about five, keys and saw the one with a few stroke of pink nail polish, he grabbed it and before he could even place his colorful key into the slot the door shot open and he was attacked by a loving hug from someone he'd held dear to him.
"Ri-chan, I'm so happy you're finally home!" A woman's voice called cheerfully as she grinned lovingly. She'd managed to push him to the ground and accidentally straddled his hips when she'd pushed him down.
Her long brunette hair softly caressed her pale, and blushing cheeks as her tight cashmere sweater hugged her bust. She softly smiled down at him and rolled off of her lover's body, her dark stretch denim jeans hugged her body and rubbed against the pavement as she moved around on the ground.
"Ah-An, what are you doing?'' Onodera asked as he looked over to her, he saw her kneeling on the cold pavement and as soon as he righted himself he grabbed her hands and helped her up, where he was then covered a few light kisses, her tinted lip color left a light mark on his right cheek.
"I'm greeting my loving husband, Ri-Ritsu." She whispered and held his arm in her hands. Her body slightly shook as the chilly air rushed through her and numbed her.
"An, we've only been married a few days." He mumbled, but let her hold on to him, wanting to know why his heart wasn't racing, like it had with Takano.
"I know, but I'm still happy, Ri-chan. Oh, I was talking to mom. She said we could stay for as long as we want, but she wants…well-" An took a deep breath and blushed slightly.
"Mom wants a grandchild…" An looked into Ritsu's eyes and softly kissed him on the lips, but as soon their lips brushed against each other's Onodera pulled away and looked towards the front door. Onodera felt utterly exhausted as he'd worked non-stop since early that morning.
Onodera held out his hand and shook his hand. "An, it's cold. Let's go into the house.'' With a hesitant smile An reached out and gripped Onodera, her soft hands graced Onodera's palm and a few seconds later they walked into the house.
Setting his bag on the small end table he heard his phone vibrate in his pocket, he thought about ignoring it, but knew that if it was one of his authors or his co-workers, there was a high probability of him getting written up for not being available when he was needed. His hand shuffled around his pocket, which held a cough drop, his cell phone, and an un-used napkin. He felt a cold metal case and gripped his hand around it, upon yanking the cold device out.
Onodera saw a message from his co-workers, two of them, actually, one from Kisa Shouta and one from the second editor in chief, Hatori Yoshiyuki. He took the first message, which was from Kisa, and opened it, reading the message silently he shook his head with a frown pressing against his lips.
Hey Ri-chan, have you seen Takano-san, no one's seen him since Friday night, and you were the last one to see him. It would really, really suck if he were dead in a gutter, ya know what I mean? Uh, if you see him don't tell him I said that!
Onodera took a seat on the couch, his bodyweight melted as he felt the cushions encase him in support. He took a deep sigh in and then thought about Friday night, he'd remembered the night he'd much rather forget.
It was late in the office, the sky had a maroon coloring to it and the streets light flickered on the street outside of the office building.
"I'm leaving!" Kisa Shouta shouted as he grabbed his military-green coat and his leather bag, swinging the bag over his shoulder and folding the coat over his other arm, he started walking towards the elevator. Onodera and Takano lifted their hands above their heads and waved him off, Onodera looked up and noticed that Hatori had left some time ago, and was left alone with his ex-lover and boss, Takano Masamune.
The office was dark, with the exception of two desk lamps, one on Takano's and one on Onodera's, it was quiet as a mouse until Takano stood from his chair. He looked at Onodera and ruffled his hair as he passed his younger lover.
The tall, charcoal-haired man was on his way towards the coffee machine, needing a hit of caffeine to fill his exhausted bones with some energy, even if it was only momentarily.
Onodera blushed heavily as he felt Takano's cold fingertips brush against his warmed forehead, wiping some sweat away from his flesh. Onodera quickly turned around and rose to his feet, a spout of embarrassment filtered over him as he dropped his red inked pen.
"Would you doing stop that?!" Onodera broke out in a shout, his heart raced when Takano touched him, his mind blurred when he felt the icy-heart he had surround him, he hated it, but only because he didn't understand it. "Stop what?" Takano asked, a cold glare posted on his face as he stared into Onodera's shimmering green eyes.
"You know-you know exactly what!" Onodera paused, his eyes filled with tears of despair, he hated that Takano could act like a frozen statue. To Onodera it felt like Takano was only around him for a good time. Takano stood still like a statue, he thought seriously for a moment before he heard Onodera's voice once more.
"The touches, the kisses, the-the bullshit that I hate, I vowed I'd never love you again, so why do you keep trying?!" Onodera took a deep breath as anger seethed through his body. Onodera's eyes went wide as he waited for Takano to speak.
"Because I love you…" Takano inched forward towards Onodera, with a quick move Takano caressed Onodera's cheek and held his hand to his love's cheek.
"I love you so much it hurts," Takano added, but Onodera didn't care one bit. He slapped Takano's hand away and glared hatefully, reddening Takano's cheek, the young editor lowly laughed.
"I hate you, I hate you so much I never wanted to be around you. I hate you for destroying and corrupting my heart back in high school….I-I wish…I wished I'd never met you!" Onodera roared into the empty office building and snatch up his coat.
'Why does he do this when I hate it?' Onodera asked himself as he clutched his coat in his hand. He turned around and took a deep breath before he ran off towards the elevator, leaving the shocked Takano to think about the love he held for his subordinate, his heart felt shattered as he watched Onodera walk off. Onodera boarded the elevator when the doors opened with a 'ping', he never looked back as lonesome tears fell from his emerald-eyes.
"Ri-chan, are you okay?" An asked as she grabbed Onodera's hand and pulled him back down to earth, her voice laced with worry as she saw Onodera stare into the flooring, he shook slightly as he remembered the slightly traumatic events of Friday. He looked down, taking in a deep breath, he looked at An with a worrisome sigh.
"I'm-I'm fine." Onodera whispered, he was still a little shaken from his memories. "I'm just tired, I'm going to text Kisa-san and then I'm going to bed." Onodera looked down at his darkened screen, tapping the center button, the screen lit up mere milliseconds later. He shook his head free of the memories and quickly typed out a message to both Hatori, whom had the same worried message, and Kisa.
The last time I saw him, he was completely fine. He's probably just sick or something.
Onodera stood from the sand-colored couch and walked up the pine steps, his feet clunking down on the stairs, an effect of being so exhausted. When he reached the top of the stairs he walked into one of the three bedrooms and flopped down on the bed, his body weight supported by the springs of the mattress. He took in a deep breath and closed his emerald-eyes, drifting into a horrifying remembrance of Friday's events.
-End Of First Chapter-
(I'd like to thank you for reading the first chapter of this fic. It makes me happy knowing that someone read and liked my story, please review I'd like to hear what you think, whether or not I need to improve anything or if there is anything that seriously makes you mad! (Like An and Onodera being together...) Anyway, I'll hopefully see you in the next chapter. Thanks, see ya!)