"No Money!"
04.12.2007 - I FINALLY FOUND A BETA! First of all, I would like to thank T Chang for helping me with the beta! bows to T Chang She actually helped me with the beta for a while ago, but it seems I lost the mail... laugh nervously. Anyway, thanks a lot T Chang! hugs
Pairing: AtobexFuji
Category: Angst, drama, romance, AU
Story: Atobe slapped Fuji across his face and screamed, "You would rather sell your organs, and one of your eye instead of becoming my sex slave?" Fuji stared back at Atobe hatefully. "YES!" (AtobexFuji) Hint: An angelic Fuji encounter a devilish Atobe. What is their future?
Something I want to clarify before you continue reading:
- Fuji is still stunning pretty, hehe
- Fuji is still a genius
- Atobe… He is kind of evil. But he will change.
- Some of the idea from this story is taken from a Chinese novel called "I don't want to be a good guy" (Bu Xian Zuo Hao Ren).
04.12.2007
- MANY people have asked me the same question, why am I making Fuji talk so 'weird'. Just to spoil a bit. Fuji had a traumatic experience when he was younger... But don't worry, he will get healed! He just needs some luuuuuuuuuuuuv! Hehe...
Chapter 1 - Encounter
Fuji was walking tiredly on his way home from his work. It was a cold, starless night and the streets were completely devoid of another soul.
He came to stand in front of an old, rotten, dilapidated building, which looked as if it would fall apart at anytime. Fuji entered the building, and walked tiredly upstairs. Stopping before a gray metal door, he reached into his pockets for the key to unlock it. Before he could do so, however, a voice interrupted him.
"Fuji-kun!"
He turned around to see his neighbor. Not wanting to let his fatigue show, he covered it with a polite smile on his face.
"Fuji-kun, It's good to see you! I have a favor to ask of you. Tomorrow is garbage day, but with my age and creaky knees, especially in this cold weather, it's very painful for me to go down at this time of the night. Could you help out an old lady and bring this down to the dumping area, please?" she asked in a slightly withered tone.
Unable to oppose a seemingly simple task, he merely continued to smile politely as he nodded in agreement.
As he started back down the hallway, another door opened, accompanied by the face of a younger woman.
"Fuji-kun, since you are bringing down the garbage for her, would you also be kind enough to help bring down my garbage, too?" He nodded in reply to the second woman. "Thank you so much!" she gushed, obviously pleased by his reply.
He grabbed the collective garbage bags and pushed himself tiredly down to the first floor.
"Oba-chan, don't you think Fuji-kun is such a polite young man?" the younger woman said, smiling while she looked at the Fuji's retreating figure, a slim fragile figure in the dim light. "He always accepts all our and other neighbors' requests with a sweet polite smile. He never once complained about it, either."
"Yes, he is such a good kid… But too bad that he's…" the older woman made a sigh.
"Yeah… too bad…" There was silence between the women as they nodded in understanding, leaving the rest of their thoughts unsaid.
Fuji stumbled tiredly on his way to the corner where the dumping area was. His vision was getting dizzier, due to the overwhelming exhaustion acquired from work. Because of this, he almost tripped over something large on the ground in the darkness of the alley on his way back to the apartment building. After catching himself, Fuji narrowed his eyes to take a closer look at the 'thing' he almost stumbled on.
Oh my god! Fuji's eyes widened in realization. Is that a body on the ground?!
Fuji started to really panicked when he spotted a splash of red next to the figure. After a moment's observation, he was able to see the frame of a man with a head of silver hair, gleaming in the moonlight. What should I do? Fuji looked around in a panic, hoping that someone nearby could help the injured man. Unfortunately, there was no one. Since he had no cell phone, Fuji decided to run back to his room and call for an ambulance. Just as he was about to run off, he almost fell back on the ground when the man grabbed one of his legs.
"Don't… leave… me… Don't you… dare leave… ore-sama here…!"
The very weak voice yet demanding voice came out from the body on the ground. Fuji bent down once again to examine the man, but apparently the other went unconscious after expending his last reserve of energy in talking. Fuji had no choice but to bring him back to his own apartment. He couldn't just leave this man lying here all alone on such a cold night. He would die the next day!
Poor Fuji, he was having a real hard time completing his task, due to his slim frame, now made weak by the fatigue from work. With barely enough strength to make it back, he found himself struggling to carry the injured man, who felt as if he weighed twice as much, up the stairs and into his own apartment. When he finally reached his "bedroom", he dropped the man onto his bed just as the last of his strength gave out. There was only one other room in his small, worn-out apartment, which consisted of the toilet. The living room, where he was right now, doubled as the kitchen and bedroom.
Fuji started to undress the man in order to better examine the man's cut on his stomach. The cut seemed quite nasty, but fortunately not too deep. Fuji ran to the only shelf in the room and searched for the first aid box, of which his boss had given him at the end of the year as his bonus for the all his hard work. He began by carefully cleaning the wound, and then bandaging it. After finishing with the bandaging, Fuji brushed away the hair from the man's forehead in order to check if the man had a fever. As expected, the man was burning with a high temperature. Soaking a towel with cold water, he placed it on the other's forehead. He found a new plain white t-shirt that he had bought on sale in the supermarket. He had originally planned to use it when his present t-shirt wore out. Without hesitation, Fuji changed the sick man into his new t-shirt, and a pair of boxers.
He actually looks quite handsome after cleaning up the grime and blood. With his previous outfit, he could've been a gigolo.
Fuji looked at the clock. Oh no… it's almost time for work. I should be going to work soon… But what if he wakes up later? I won't be back before night, though… He might die of hunger…
Fuji took a deep breath to steady himself before he started to cook a pot of porridge soup.
"What the… hell…!" Atobe felt like cursing for 24 hours straight when he rose into consciousness, and felt a terrible pain from his stomach and his head. He sat up carefully, aware when a towel suddenly fell off his forehead. Atobe opened and closed his eyes a couple times, thinking hard about the cause of his painful dilemma.
"That BASTARD!! How could he have stabbed ore-sama? That freaking bastard, I will KILL him! Definitely… for making me lose face… Arrrgh…"
Suddenly, Atobe was made aware of his surroundings: an unfamiliar place. Then he recognized that he was wearing something… a cheap, ugly, tasteless t-shirt and boxers.
WHAT THE HELL?! Where the heck am I? Atobe almost jumped out of the bed, but he was suddenly made aware of the fact that he had almost no energy left in his weak body.
"SHIT!!" Atobe cursed. He had to contact them to bring him back to his own, more fitting environment. But where the heck is my cell phone? Atobe looked around in the pathetic apartment, and finally found his clothes. They were hanging down from the wall; the water still dripping down. Atobe almost felt like crying out in frustration. Who the hell washed my clothes? Don't they know how expensive that was? And they actually hand -washed it?! But after Atobe found his suit, he still couldn't find his phone. Oh, that's just great! He couldn't even find his wallet. I bet this guy stole both my wallet and phone.
Suddenly he spotted an old fashion phone made of a cheap plastic in the corner of the room. Atobe carefully made his way over to make a call.
"It's ore-sama! Come and get me now!"
"… How the heck should I know where I am?"
"Damn… wait…"
Atobe spotted some letters beside the telephone. Picking one of the letters up, he found the address.
"… now that you know where I am, come and get me RIGHT NOW before I rot in this pathetic excuse of an apartment!!" Before Atobe slammed the phone back down, he added, "Remember to bring another suit for me!" before he broke off the conversation.
"Man, am I hungry," Atobe mumbled to himself. He unconsciously headed toward what looked like a stove. Atobe found a big bowl on the counter, covered by a plate on top. A nice smell was coming out from the bowl. Without hesitation, Atobe lifted away the plate to find the bowl filled with porridge.
I don't care about the taste anymore! Atobe prayed inside him while he swallowed the disgusting porridge. Unexpected, what he expected to be horrible tasted awfully delicious Maybe even the best porridge Atobe had ever tasted in his whole life. Atobe began to wolf down the porridge like he hadn't been eating for centuries. At the end, he even did something he never did before, something that would completely damage his image: licking the bowl clean. After cleaning away the last of the porridge, Atobe was still not satisfied. He headed to the little worn out fridge and searched for more sustenance.
Satisfied finally, Atobe went back to the bed and lied down. All he wanted was to close his eyes so the pathetic rotten view wouldn't torture his eyes anymore. He wanted to beat the crap out of the one who destroyed his suit, and stole his cell phone and wallet in the first place. But since that human made such good porridge for ore-sama, I will forgive that greedy poor pathetic human!
Suddenly, someone unlocked the door and stepped in carefully. Atobe opened his eyes, and when he saw the fragile figure in front of him, he felt like screaming, "Oh, my god! Is that a ghost?" The person in front of him looked very weak and slim, actually too slim, like he could have been blown away in the wind at any given moment. And his tasteless 'the ring' hairstyle… Although the person in front of him didn't really have such a long hair like the ghost, his bangs covered most of his face, which made it quite hard to examine the other's face. But somehow Atobe could see that it was a guy--because he had flat chest--and the deep black rings under his eyes. That guy probably looks damn ugly, like a ghost, so that's why he chose to cover his face under his hair, Atobe reasoned.
Man, I don't want to look at that him at all! And his taste in clothing… My God, someone please save him! Atobe turned away after 5 second of examination of the person in front of him. His final conclusion of the person was pathetic, tasteless, a poor loser who was very selfish and greedy.
"… You…"
"Ok, let me make this short," Atobe interrupted. "You stole my wallet and cell phone right? You probably got a lot of money on both items, so don't you dare to tell anyone about this to a single soul, you hear me? If you let out any rumors, I can ensure that your death will be a painful one! Besides, as a thank gift for your porridge, I will give my suit to you. It's damn expansive, so I'm sure you'll be happy," Atobe stated regally.
The person in front of him looked dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before he started to protest in a weak and panicked voice.
"I… Fuji… I… no steal… your… phone… and wall…let… I…"
Atobe almost felt like exploding. Is that man handicapped or something? Couldn't he even speak clearly?
"When… Fuji… Find… find you… No phone… or wallet… I no… no… steal… I…"
Atobe was closed to exploding in anger when he saw that the person in front of him began to speak in a frantic tone. The other even started to use obscene gestures!
Right before Atobe exploded in anger, someone else entered the room.
"Boss, you're safe!!" the man exclaimed in relief.
"Heck, of course I am!" After saying that, Atobe strode out of the room without turning back even once.
"Remember, don't you dare to say this to a single soul, or you're dead!" Atobe slammed the door hard behind him when he reached the outdoors, leaving a confused Fuji alone in the apartment.
Unenthusiastically, Fuji wandered to the fridge and found the empty bowl of porridge. With a resigned sigh, Fuji went to his bed and fell down upon it. Finally some sleep…
Atobe pissed and moaned on his way back, cursing again and again. Poor Fuji fell asleep on his bed, burned out from work. Who would have ever guessed that the two completely contrasting people would meet once more, and that destiny was playing a dangerous game with them…
To be continuing…
After reading this fiction, I am sure you are somehow frustrated the way I describe them both. So just to remind you;
- Fuji is still stunning pretty, hehe
- Fuji is still a genius
- Atobe… He is kind of evil. But he will change.
Hope you enjoyed this fiction! And if you thought this fiction is like the manga "No Money', then you are wrong. The reason why I used this title… Hehe, you will find out
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