Here 'tis, the start of my very first Takumi-kun multi-chapter. I'm not sure yet how long it will be, but what I do know is that it will be quite dark at certain points, dealing with elements of consensual sex and non-con and memories of sexual assault. Some of it will be detailed. If you are sensitive to these subjects, I ask that you go no further. No point getting attached to a story you eventually won't be able to handle. I hate when I'm enjoying a fic and hit a deal-breaker.
Also, a bit of naughty language ahead, and there may be some use of Japanese words you all are probably familiar with. This fic begins at the end of the third movie and then goes off the canon story. Some things are changed, some details are totally made up, so expect a little possible divergence from canon.
The idea behind this story is a wish of mine, that from movie 4 onwards, Takumi and Gii had been open about their relationship. If you've had that same desire, maybe you'll enjoy my version of how it could have been.
I do not own the Takumi-kun story or characters, obviously. Thank you to Lattepuff and Princess Serenity-chan, my DaiMao queens.
Do let me know what you think and if you want this to continue.
"Man is something more awful than men, something more strange." - G.K. Chesteron
MORE AWFUL THAN MEN
Chapter 1 - One Word of Truth
Gii bent over Takumi in the dim light with the most reassuring expression he could muster. Gently gripping a thin shoulder, he knelt down before the younger boy, and waited for a faint smile before leaning in to kiss him. Takumi had pushed him away in panic only moments ago, so he was ready for fear, but found very little. He kissed back with no prompting, even leaned into the hand that stroked his cheek and hair.
Softness. Takumi was so soft over his slender body, as smooth and perfect as could be imagined, and Gii was certain no one else tasted so clean and sweet. He was pure, that was the perfect word, more innocent than a newborn somehow, even though between the two of them, Gii was the virgin.
Careful, careful, be careful with him. There was no protest when Gii tentatively touched the shirt, so he began to open it, to bare all that beauty. He had seen Takumi wearing this little only a few times, as shy as he was. When they were roommates, Takumi had usually changed in the bathroom, and he had let Gii unclothe him this way only twice. Gii found this simultaneously cute, frustrating, and puzzling, thinking that if he looked like Takumi, he would be insanely narcissistic, but of course Takumi was oblivious to his good looks, to the way even those who disliked him stared. Just like Gii was stared at, while all his attention was on his boyfriend.
Once the shirt was open, Takumi started to similarly disrobe Gii, while Gii's hands slipped down to Takumi's waist. Something about the thin curve into hip he found an incredible turn-on, and he pushed away an intense desire to see if he could get Takumi's pants off. (Takumi was too fragile right now, that could wait.) Instead, Gii shrugged off his shirt and kissed him again, sweeping the tender cavern with his tongue, and as always he found it intoxicating. He managed to maneuver Takumi to a rolled-out mat and crawled on top of him, where the kiss was continued.
He continually moved his mouth to Takumi's neck, addicted to its smooth perfection and the faint shiver kissing it caused. He felt Takumi arching into him, and was thrilled by the thought that he was turning him on, even a little. Takumi often sought his lips and Gii let him have them, but couldn't resist shifting to kiss all over his chest and stomach.
His hands alternately held himself up and moved over Takumi's sides and legs, once brushing his crotch but moving instantly when a frightened sound was heard.
"Okay, baby, not yet," he murmured, and resumed a more chaste exploration.
He was thrusting against Takumi's thigh before he realized he was doing it. The knowledge came like a calm afterthought when the boy made a noise that was questioning, but not upset. So he kept it up, touching Takumi all over and feeling a faint disappointment that the other hadn't gotten hard. There's time. I'll have him forever, it's fine. I will have him forever, right?
Gii came in his pants, caught his breath, and sat up, smiling tenderly when Takumi lifted himself up as well and looked at him with wide eyes. Gii edged closer, and spoke with an apprehension that was unlike him.
"Takumi, I have a favor to ask."
"What is it?" The look in his eyes intimated that he would do anything Gii requested.
"From now on, people are going to be talking about how we're together. It won't be easy for you, no matter what we do. In spite of that...will you stay with me forever? Will you be by my side always?"
"That sounds...kind of like a proposal."
Oh, believe me, that'll come. "Will you?"
A silence that lasted a lifetime, and a gorgeous smile. "Okay, Gii. I'll be your accomplice. I'll be by your side forever, as long as you want me."
Blinking back tears, Gii grabbed him into a tight embrace. "I more than want you. I need you to breathe. I swear, I'll do everything I can to make you happy."
"I'm happy just being with you. But Gii, I don't understand. Don't you want to keep our relationship a secret, because of the first-years?"
"Fuck them," Gii said in English before switching back to Japanese. "I went about this all wrong. They need to know what you are to me and that it's in their best interests not to bother you. I just, I can't be apart from you anymore. It was like my heart was being torn out, a little piece of it every day, and then I made your phobia return..."
"Gii." Takumi drew back, still holding Gii's shoulders. "You were trying to protect me, I know that now. And my phobia might have come back anyway. My doctor told me to expect both easy periods and relapses. You cured me, you love me, that's what matters."
"No one has ever loved anyone like I love you."
Takumi laughed softly. "Gii, you can't know that. What about Romeo and Juliet?"
"That was just infatuation."
"I always wanted to learn enough English to read that play. But I'm so awful."
"Your English is fine, but I'll read it to you. You need to come to America with me sometime."
"I'd be scared," Takumi said, squirming. "It's so violent, and my parents would never let me go."
"I'll convince them, and it's actually not like most Japanese think it is. The people are really nice, and they love us for our manga and video games. I can't even count how many otaku I've taken photos with."
"You didn't flirt with them, did you?"
"Takumi, since the day we met, the only one I've wanted has been you."
Takumi blushed, and wished he could remember that day more clearly. "Gii, we were only eleven."
"I knew. I knew right away, and it wasn't just infatuation."
"I was so nervous and foggy that day," Takumi admitted. "I barely recall it at all. Will you tell me about it?"
"Yes, and I have a picture of us that I'll give you a copy of. But not right now, we need to get back so we don't miss curfew."
"Okay - Gii!"
Instead of helping his boyfriend up as he usually did, Gii leaped onto him and began to tickle, wiggling his fingers against Takumi's sides and ribs. Takumi shrieked in surprise and protest, but couldn't help laughing, a long and lovely sound like windchimes in the breeze of a spring day. He shoved at Gii but couldn't dislodge him for long, and Gii laughed too in the relief of a weight off his shoulders. Takumi was his now. No one and nothing would take him away.
tgtgtgtg
Misu greeted Takumi's return with a knowing smirk. "You have your usual glow back, Hayama. I'm guessing you and Saki are all right now."
"We are. Misu-kun, are you the reason Gii went looking for me?"
The taller boy shrugged. "I hope he groveled on his knees and begged for forgiveness."
"He was very sorry. What did you say to him?" On the way back to the dorm building, Gii had off-handedly warned Takumi not to get too close to his roommate.
"Sorry, that's classified." Misu approached, stretching out a hand, drawing back when Takumi flinched. "Looks like he didn't cure you."
"I'm okay with Gii touching me. I guess no one else, for now." Takumi bowed low. "I'm sorry. Please remember it's nothing to do with you."
"Don't be so formal, Hayama. I need to speak with Nozawa, I'll be back soon." Misu opened the door, then paused. "Hayama. Please don't interpret this as pressure, but I hope someday you'll tell me what caused your phobia. I would really, really like to be told I'm wrong."
He was gone the next moment, leaving Takumi not knowing what to think.
tgtgtgtg
Takumi was deep in a mess of jumbled thought the next morning as he walked to Shidou's main school building. He knew he ought to be purely happy to be back with Gii, and he was, but did that really mean they were going to be open about their relationship again? The previous year, their classmates had reacted with hardly more than a little teasing, but what would the first-years do? How would Gii's parents react when they found out?
And how will mine? Even if Mother doesn't care, Dad -
"Takumi!"
Toshihisa slung an arm around him from behind, and Takumi jerked away with a gasp. His friend stumbled a little, then looked worried.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean - "
"I've told you, Takumi, don't apologize for this sort of thing. I shouldn't have touched you without making sure first. I just figured you were okay now that you and Gii are back together."
"I'm okay with Gii, just not - wait, how did you know?"
"Didn't you know? Gii's been telling our whole grade about how he faked only being your friend to protect you from being bullied, but that now he'll just make suffer anyone who bothers you. He's giving out a real back-off-he's-mine vibe. What's it like to be with someone so protective?"
Takumi groaned, covering his eyes with one hand. "That idiot."
"So, it's not cool?"
"How could he do this without asking me?"
"He didn't clear it with you at all?" Toshihisa asked.
"Well, he mentioned it, but I didn't think he'd be so obvious."
"It's a good strategy, you've got to admit. Practically everyone here has a family that wants them to stay on Gii's good side, especially the first-years. Looks like you'll be safe from here on out. I'm glad."
Takumi smiled weakly. "Gii always means well, but he does some idiotic things. His parents are bound to find out about us now."
"So? They'll probably like you."
"They must want Gii to have an heir, and I'm not a girl."
"You can borrow my sister's clothes when you meet them." Toshihisa grinned at Takumi's rolling eyes, and they began to walk. "Anyway, who cares? Adopt, use a surrogate mother. You don't need to worry about that yet."
They passed by two second-years, who bowed to them as they walked by, but didn't keep their whispers soft enough to go unheard.
"That's him, the shorter one."
"He's pretty, especially for a commoner."
"Still, I wonder what Saki wants with him."
"Ignore them, or I can thrash them if you want," Toshihisa said quietly.
"I'm fine." But Takumi's eyes were firmly glued to the ground.
tgtgtgtg
They reached the hallway they had been heading for, and separated, Toshihisa bound for French class, Takumi for history. He got to the open door just as Akaike did, and the taller boy gave him a tight but sympathetic smile.
"Hi, Hayama. Ready to kill Gii yet? I may be willing to let you."
"Is he really telling everyone..."
"He even threatened me, and I have a girlfriend at home." Akaike hmmed as Takumi looked like he wanted to crawl into a locker and hide. "Well, everyone knew you were together anyway, I think."
"Akaike-kun, will Gii's parents hate me?"
Akaike seemed surprised by the question. "I doubt it. You're likeable, and they're pretty nice people. And considering Gii's been in love with you since we were kids, and never hid it, they won't be surprised, I imagine."
"Gii talked about me?"
A smirking laugh. "If I had a yen for every time I heard Gii pine for his 'adorable violinist soul mate,' I'd be rich. Well, richer."
"I can't believe this..."
"Class is about to start. May as well get the staring over with right?"
Sure enough, when Takumi entered the room, everyone looked long and hard at him, and a few murmured to each other. Gii seemed unbothered by this, pacing right up to his boyfriend, lifting his hand and pressing a lingering kiss to his palm. "Good morning, baby," he said in English, and Takumi's body temperature rose several degrees.
"Gii..."
"I'll be good, I'll be good. I just couldn't resist."
As they sat down at their shared desk, their neighbor Ozawa winked and said, "Nice catch, Saki."
Gii seemed to consider scowling and making threats, but finally grinned. "Thanks."
"How'd you warm up someone so cold?"
"So, are you guys doing it?"
"Does he really let you touch him?"
"Does he flinch in bed too?"
The students were spared Gii's wrath by Ishiki-sensei calling them to order. He resumed their continuing discussion of the American Civil War, and Takumi took notes, trying to ignore the staring that had not ceased. Gii, familiar with the subject from attending school in the U.S., merely smiled dreamily into space and held Takumi's free hand under the table. Every so often, he would glance at Takumi as though checking on him, and the smile would brighten. Once he wrote their names in romaji on a slip of paper, with a heart between them, and placed it on Takumi's lap.
After class was over and they were walking to their next lesson, Takumi asked something he had just wondered. "Gii, do Americans learn our history?"
"Very little of it. I had a private tutor to teach me Japanese writing and history. Mostly in the U.S. we learn World War II stuff." Gii snickered. "Don't ever visit Pearl Harbor, by the way. Some guy actually tried to pick a fight with me for being there. One of my security guys almost broke his arm."
"Security guy?"
"Yeah, I have to have them with me sometimes," Gii said glumly, "in places that are high-risk for kidnapping and stuff."
"Gii, are you in danger?"
"Not here, Shidou is remote. Don't worry about me, baby. I may have some French blood, but my Japanese side is fearless."
"You're part French? I feel like I know nothing about you."
"I've told you, you know the most important thing. But you can ask me anything you want."
They had reached their calculus class, though, so there was no time to keep talking. The conversation didn't really resume until lunch period, when they were sitting on the sun-drenched grass with the bento boxes they had bought. Takumi was too nervous yet to ask about Gii's parents, so he went with the other heaviest thing on his mind.
"Gii, will you tell me about the day we met?"
Gii smiled nostalgically, leaned back on his hands, and began to speak what he remembered.
tgtgtgtg
Eleven-year-old Saki Giichi pulled away from his parents the moment the curtain closed. He was supposed to be waiting to congratulate Sachi on his outstanding performance, but ever since the second performer had started to play, Gii had not heard anyone else make a sound. Blood was roaring in his ears, a feeling he could not name was rushing through him. Exhilarating, wonderful, but sad too, like the end of something, or the beginning of having or losing something. Somehow, he knew now, those two things were the same.
Aware that his father's guard Nishi was following him but uncaring, Gii moved quickly through the taller crowd, looking desperately around. He felt a brief annoyance that everyone in this country looked so similar, then his heart skipped a beat. There he was, near the far left wall, looking sad as he had while playing, standing next to a group of chatting adults. He was by far the most adorable thing ever, even in Japan where cuteness was revered and everywhere.
Gii nearly shoved his way through the crowd, and finally reached him. "Hi," he said in an embarrassingly shaky voice.
Large, beautiful eyes looked at him, nervously but with curiosity. He seemed to be waiting for something. Oh, right. Gii bowed, and the boy hesitantly did the same.
"You play really well. It was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard."
"Thank you," the boy said quietly. He seemed very distracted, as though much of him was elsewhere and occupied.
"My name is Giichi." Gii didn't like being addressed by his family name, even here where doing so was the norm.
"I'm Takumi."
That's the cutest name ever. How can one person be so cute?
"Saki-kun." Nishi, holding a camera he'd been using during the recital, appeared, his timing awful as always. "I do wish you wouldn't run off like that."
"It was important. Hey, Nishi, take our picture."
"Whose?"
"Mine and my new friend's. You don't mind, do you, Takumi?"
"Um..."
"Great!"
Used to getting his way, Gii stood at the wall next to the shorter boy and smiled. Nishi obediently snapped two shots. For the third, Gii impulsively tried to put his arm around the other, only to see, perplexed, Takumi whimper and pull away.
"Takumi, are you all right?" A tall man in a suit noticed them and frowned at Gii. "I'm sorry, young man, but my son is very delicate and does not like to be touched."
"Please excuse me, I meant no harm. So, Takumi, do you want - "
"I think that's enough excitement for one day," the man interrupted, actually stepping in between the children. "Come on, Takumi, it's time to go."
"But," Gii stuttered as he watched them go, "at least let me give you my number! Wait!"
"Saki-kun, that boy obviously does not want to be friends. Don't be a bother to strangers."
"Takumi isn't a stranger, he's important to me!"
"You don't even know him. Come along, your father is waiting."
tgtgtgtg
"I think I remember now, a little," Takumi said, feeling overwhelmed by the story. "I'd had nightmares the night before, and I never felt like myself at times like that. My doctor called it dissociation."
"I felt bad later, for scaring you."
"It wasn't your fault. I was starting to get used to people avoiding me then, because I was so quiet and nervous. I didn't get why you were being so friendly." No longer hungry, Takumi offered his half-full bento to Gii, who happily began to eat from it. "I'm sorry about my father."
"He was just worried about you. Was he always like that?"
"After...Niisan, yes. He still is. He became really overprotective, I guess because he felt guilty for not stopping it, and for how my mother was." A dark expression had settled over Takumi's face. "That's one reason I came here, to get away from his hovering. He didn't want me coming here, he only let me because I was miserable at home. He didn't think I was strong enough for school at all, he wanted to hire tutors for me."
Gii stroked Takumi's arm over his jacket sleeve. "So you're not close to him?"
"He didn't notice me much at all, until after..."
Takumi trailed off, but his meaning was clear. Gii edged closer, draped an arm around his shoulders and kissed his cheek. He carefully removed something from his pocket and placed it in Takumi's hand. A photograph, from a fateful day. Takumi looked down at his own fear, at Gii's hope. It seemed amazing that they had found each other again. Unmei, Gii had called it. Destiny, an English word even Takumi knew.
"Thank you, Gii," he said, not referring only to the picture.
Gii smiled, and patted his own thigh. "Lay down."
"Eh?"
"Lay on my lap, rest till we have to go back. Look at the sky. It's beautiful. So beautiful," Gii said, looking lovingly at his boyfriend.
Usually it was Gii who got into this position, but Takumi shrugged and followed the suggestion. Gii's fingers threaded themselves into his hair to stroke the scalp, and the spring sun shone warmly upon them. It was comfortable, and Takumi didn't dare close his eyes for fear he'd doze off. Besides, Gii's eyes were above him, inviting and caring.
Gii, will your parents hate me?
"What are you thinking about, baby?"
"I'm trying to remember what I played at the recital."
"'Canon in D Major,' Pachelbel."
"Eh? You remember?"
"I had to give the private detective I hired as much information as possible."
"The what?"
Gii laughed. "I had to find you, didn't I? He wasn't very good, as it turned out. Your name isn't that common. Even without your family name, he should have been able to get some information. A phone number, even."
"My parents changed our number and made our address unlisted, so Niisan's friends would stop contacting us. And you didn't guess to look in Shizuoka, since we traveled quite a way for that concert." Takumi shifted a little. "I can't believe you went to such trouble. We had only talked for a moment."
"I can't explain it. I was so excited to see you, like I had loved you before and was remembering how," Gii said softly. "I know we've been together before. Maybe we were samurai lovers or something."
"We probably died violently, then."
"There will be no more violence done to you," Gii said solemnly, as the sunlight reflected the gold in his hair. "I'll make sure of that."
"Gii..."
tgtgtgtg
Takumi hadn't felt this nervous since he and Gii's first kiss. He had a hunch why Gii wanted to meet with him at the top of the third-floor stairs, and as the elder came into view, it was confirmed. Gii was surrounded by his usual gaggle of first-years. As Takumi approached, they all stared, though they were too eager to curry favor to whisper.
Gii seemed cheerful, unfazed by this whole awkward thing. "Hi, baby, thanks for coming," he said, giving Takumi a brief kiss.
The staring was now slack-jawed gaping. "So it is true," one of them whispered, while another looked seriously pissed off. Gii cleared his throat for quiet, and slipped an arm around his boyfriend's waist.
"Listen up, all of you. This is Hayama Takumi. We are together and are always going to be, so any of you who have a problem with that can leave now." Gii shot a glare at the sulking one, who quickly made his expression neutral. "You'll be treating him with the same respect you give me. I won't order you to be his best pals or anything, but you will at least be courteous to him, and if you fail to do this, there will be consequences."
Gii! What are you doing? Takumi looked at the floor, praying it would open up and swallow him.
"If you bully him, whisper about him, say anything inappropriate, if you so much as make him frown, that will be it. My family will never do business with yours again." Gii smiled bitterly as the color drained from their faces. "That's right. No warnings, one strike and you're out. Don't think you can get away with it. My eyes are everywhere. Understood?"
Six solemn nods.
"Okay, how about you introduce yourselves?"
The first, a heavy boy with glasses and curly hair, bobbed an excited bow. "Pleased to meet you. My name is Ishikawa Tetsuya."
The tallest of them nodded and spoke very softly. "Nomura Hozumi. How do you do."
A very good-looking boy flashed an attractive smile. "Sakuma Miki, drama enthusiast. I hope we can be friends."
The angry one spoke tensely. "Nice to meet you. Terazuma Shingou."
"Kandan Akira."
"Hondou Asato."
Takumi bowed, gratefully doing so a little lower and longer than one would normally do with juniors. "I'm very glad to meet you all."
"Excellent," Gii said merrily. "To the cafeteria, coffee's on me. I need caffeine to stay awake for their chattering," he said softly to Takumi.
It was strange to walk surrounded by such a group, each of whom was trying to get attention, get noticed, say the right thing. As usual, Gii hardly spoke to them, so they soon directed their efforts at Takumi.
"Hayama-senpai, I think I've seen you in the library. I love to read too, what books do you like best?"
"Mostly ones having to do with history. Japanese and English history, especially."
"Hayama-senpai, what's your favorite sport?"
"I'm not very good at any, but I used to play soccer."
"That's my favorite too, I'm on the school team. My dad owns the Hokkaido Snakes, you've got to come with me to a game sometime."
"Do you like American movies?"
"Yes. Gii and I recently saw 'Inception.'"
"Yeah, DiCaprio is good. Watch 'This Boy's Life' sometime, it's his best work."
Gii grinned as Takumi hesitantly fielded their questions, seeming to relax a little more with each answer. Takumi was really very warm once you got past his shields, and the first-years were really making an effort to open him up. Lost in relieved thought, Gii got ahead, only stopping when he heard Takumi gasp. Gii whirled around to find the boys backing away with their hands up in surrender, and Takumi catching his breath as color returned to his face.
"Gii-senpai, I'm sorry," said Terazuma, in a slightly odd voice. "I just touched his shoulder."
"Takumi, are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I startled you all, I'm fine."
"I forgot to tell you, Takumi is not to be touched, not even casually, he doesn't like it." Just to be safe, Gii grabbed his hand. "Let's go, I'll get you some chamomile tea."
"Gii, you know I hate that stuff."
"But it's good for you, it's relaxing."
"Don't act like my dad," Takumi laughed.
"Ooh, kinky."
"Gii!"
"Cute, aren't they," Sakuma whispered to Nomura.
"Hell yes we are," Gii concurred.
To be continued.