As requested by Princess-of-Doctors, I came out with a Yui-Nakago full-length fiction that is situated in the real world. Haha. I'm always having a hard time doing period pieces so The Blue Flower seldom gets updates. Anyway, I hope you like my initial offering! :D
Disclaimer:FY is not mine.
Chapter One
By Slavedriver2008
Tokyo's Shinjuku district looked beautiful at night, but behind each corner, on every area unreached by light, lies danger. The streets were deathly quiet tonight. I've been going home at this hour for more than five years now and have been too used to this eerie dangerous feel to take it as a warning of some kind. My residency position was almost ending and I can be a full-pledged doctor in less than a month. Bunkyo briefly entered my thoughts—and so was Osaka. I'm still undecided where to continue my medical career. Should I return to my home district and practice or should I live with Tetsuya in Osaka? I have offers from both places and I'm lucky to be given a choice between two good things.
Tetsuya and I have been living apart. I accepted the residency position in Shinjuku while he moved to Osaka for his teaching stint. We decided to remain friends and he often visits me. In those visits, we end up doing things friends don't usually do. It became like a fling, an affair that only existed when we're together. It was a crazy situation but even though we were technically not in a relationship, I still could not enter a new one.
The sound of firing guns fleeted in the air and my heart suddenly palpitated. A man in a black coat appeared in my vision, running toward my direction. My eyes widened when our eyes met and I saw familiar deep blue eyes. He pointed the gun at my direction and immediately fired. I closed my eyes, waiting for the bullet to hit me, waiting for the pain, for death. I never thought my life could end so suddenly in one night, after a successful operation. A man's voice screamed behind me and when I turned, found a dead body on the ground, blood flowing from the bullet mark on his forehead. My body shivered and I suddenly felt all the dangers of Shinjuku unraveling itself in one night. I opened my mouth but a hand covered it, muffling my panicked scream.
"Don't make a sound," the man whispered sharply in my ear. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me back in the alleyway, raising the gun in front of us as if waiting for another cloaked figure to appear in the darkness.
My knees trembled as he pulled me away. My hands clutched his arm and I tried to calm myself. But it was futile, I was crying. I could not remember if we were a good distance from the dead body but the man hit a button on the wall and dragged me inside. The metal door immediately closed behind us, hiding the bright lights and leaving us in the darkness. His hand loosened and I moved away, gripping my chest to calm the thundering beats of my heart.
"Who are you? Why did you—" The man turned and I gasped when I saw his face. Sunshine golden hair, deep blue eyes, and a handsome flawless face… Recognition flashed before me along with thousands of familiar images. Everything felt like a dream. Like the countless dreams I had of the same man for the last decade.
"What a bad night to cross paths," he said in that deep same voice. The dreaminess dissipated when he pointed the gun in my forehead. "This creates no sound. It's quick too—you won't feel the pain."
I was too shocked to respond, too caught by his face to feel fear. Everything about him was the same—the hair, the face, the voice, the arms. Even the ruthlessness was all too similar to be mistaken for a different person. A smile spread on my face and I covered my mouth. I was too happy to see him to worry about my own death. Tears fell from my eyes and I wiped them away. Damn, why does my heart still ache this way? It's already been a decade.
A cold hand cupped my face and I met calm blue eyes when I looked up. "You're never the quiet one when you cry," he whispered, eyes smiling. "But you grew more beautiful…" My breath caught when he leaned down to capture my lips for a kiss.
Footsteps emanated across the metal door but my attention was with him, in the warm soft tongue that slowly invaded my mouth, caressing in unfamiliar strokes that left me breathless. I closed my eyes and let my weight fall on the wall, clinging to him, pulling him closer. The hand that used to hold a gun landed on my back and I let out a breath when it moved underneath my shirt to line the base of my spine. Our tongues lapped together and I clutched his shirt, losing myself in the wonderful experienced kiss he was giving me.
It's been awhile since I've been kissed and touched and just the thought alone of him and me, in this sinful ecstasy, triggered numerous unexplainable emotions I could not point out. The sound of firing guns rung outside but I was drowning wonderful warmth. A cold calloused hand trailed my skin and my shut tighter when he pushed away the bra to cup my breast.
"Stop—" I let out a moan that his mouth engulfed easily. He pushed me to the wall, immediately pulling off my shirt and throwing it somewhere in the dark. Our lips met again in that dangerous dance and I can only take deep intakes of breath as he trailed my skin, moving to the valley between my breasts. A finger pulled the strap of my bra and I covered my mouth when he cupped the protruding tip between his lips. I arched back as he slowly moved warm tongue around the nipple, biting the hard tip eagerly. "Oh, Nakago…"
My fingers clutched his long blonde hair and I can only shiver in response as he continued to suck the skin on my breast. I was drowning, not able to do anything but squirm under his mercy. Calloused hands trailed down my stomach and unbuttoned my low waist jeans. My eyes widened. No, we can't do this—it was too sudden. I pushed him away.
"Stop—we can't—" He captured my mouth harshly, clutching my wrist, pushing me with his body. A hand slid inside my underwear and caressed the heat between my legs. "No—" I clutched his shoulders, leaning on wide strong chest, my knees unable to hold me up any longer. I lost all logic when he inserted two fingers. Pleasure filled me and I twisted uncontrollably to him, whimpering. In and out it went, leaving me heaving, arching, my mouth opened to let out moans as my fingers dug on his skin. "Oh kami…"
"So beautiful…" He whispered and I opened my eyes slightly to find him smiling, something I've never seen him do in the book. He bit my lower lip, breathing heavy and rasp. Our eyes met again and locked. Everything stopped. I touched his face gently and he reached forward for another soulful kiss. Then everything came back to me, his fingers, our bodies, and the passion that united us. He unbuckled his belt and I felt him, tugging between my legs. More, gods, I need more of him. He was about to thrust when a voice came from the other side of the door.
"Shin, are you there?" He stopped. We did. The world suddenly seemed real again and we were no longer who I thought we were. He cursed under his breath, slowly taking his hands off me. I covered my chest, humiliated at being this easy for a stranger.
"Let's do this again, beautiful." I looked up and he licked his fingers clean, making me flush hard. Before I could react, he leaned down to kiss me but this time, he pressed a spot on my neck and my consciousness blurred.
A shrill loud sound rung in the air and I sat up, head still dizzy. I turned off the alarm clock and massaged my strained neck. What the hell happened? Why am I in my bed? The events last night were a blur. I remember crossing paths with a man who looked like Nakago, I remember the feel of his arms, his hands, his lips. I flushed when I realized I have been molested by a stranger last night. He might look like Nakago but he was a total unknown. And the worst was that I let him touch me. AND I actually enjoyed it.
"Shin…" I called out, remembering the name uttered by the man on the other side of the door. Even the names were different but they mean the same thing. Heart. Even in this world the shogun does not have a heart, having killed a man without mercy last night. A thought suddenly came to me and I turned on the television for the news.
I was disappointed and confused that there was no news of the encounter last night. No death reports, nothing. His handsome face returned to my thoughts. How can someone so dangerous roam around Shinjuku? It's not that I want him dead or anything, as a matter of fact, I was relieved that he was not in police custody. I shook my head violently. What was I thinking?
I sighed and looked out the window, remembering the way he touched me last night. The hands felt the same but the way it moved was different. If it were the real Nakago, he would never entertain the thought of touching me. Nakago would never take advantage of the darkness, never tease me that way. Even though he hurt me by using me for his plans, and saying it to my face, I could never bring myself to loathe him.
There were numerous things I hated myself and the hostility I gave him was one of those things. How can I turn my back on him? Judge him when he was alone? A pained smile sketched on my face when I remembered the happiness he expressed when he came to this world to see me. You called, Yui-sama…I'm here…And yet, what did I do? I confronted him, turned my back when I heard the truth. Was it even the truth to begin with? I have cursed him even before his confession, I breached my trust the moment Suboshi died and Miaka told me her side of the story.
I have always regretted not staying beside him, not saving him from the darkness. If I were stronger, the events would not have played out the way it did. If I did not let my hatred consume me, the Seiryuu seven would not be damned. And I would not be feeling this guilty because I let them down. At some point they waited for me to save them. In their own dark places, as they cried, they called to me in one way or another. And when I did, I ushered them further into the darkness. I can't believe I'm feeling this way again—all because of a one-time encounter with a man who bore Nakago's face.
My mobile rang and it broke away the reveries. Sighing, I picked it up. "Moshi moshi?"
"YUI!" Miaka screamed on the other end and I winced at the loudness of her voice. "How are you?"
"I'm good. How are you?" I asked. Miaka had been living with Taka in Bunkyo and we call each other when they're nearby. "Are you in Shinjuku?" The couple had gotten married a few years ago and my bestfriend was currently four months pregnant.
"Taka and I are moving to Shinjuku, Yui!" she said in an ecstatic voice. "Taka's into this certain case and the leads pointed to Shinjuku. So we're moving there next week. I'm so excited to see you, Yui!" she said and I laughed lightly.
"Wow, that's amazing. What type of case is Taka into nowadays? Would it be safe if you're here?" I asked. The image of Nakago appeared in my thoughts again. I debated with herself whether to tell her what happened to me last night and decided not to. It was an incident that can be easily regarded as a dream. There were unclear parts, like how I ended up at home.
"Oh, it's some sort of yakuza. No idea what they're into. You know I'm not into all those top secret stuff. Anyway, let's get together when we arrive. I can't wait to see you again Yui-chan!" Miaka laughed on the other end. "Let's go shopping for my baby!"
"Okay, I can't wait to see you too. Take care."
We said our goodbyes and placed the phone down. Up to now, I'm still envious of Miaka. The two were very happy together. If Tetsuya never left for Osaka and I never went to Shinjuku, we would have been married by now. But I guess the separation was something we both discreetly wanted. I could easily turn down my residency position if I wanted to be with him. And he can apply in one of Shinjuku's schools if he wanted to. I shook my head, I should stop thinking about my failed relationships. It's over now. I still have a life to live. And three operations to do within the day.
In less than an hour, I was walking toward the hospital, slightly wary of the surroundings. Numerous people were on the streets and I silently hoped I'd cross paths with him. It was weird how I never used to care about the area where I live. After the incident last night, I became more aware of the people around me. I sighed, there's no way he'd show himself again. He wanted to kill me last night. If I did not cry, I would have been dead by now. I accidentally turned to my left and gasped when I found sharp blue eyes staring directly at me. He looked surprised that I found him and quickly turned away, pulling his white hat down to cover his face. The cloak flapped in the breeze and I instinctively ran toward him.
"Hey," I called behind him. He did not run, though I have a feeling he wanted to. He turned toward an unoccupied alleyway and immediately pulled me when I turned as well.
"Damn, why are you following me?" he asked in a strict voice. He looked around, wariness sketched over his face. "Isn't last night enough for you? You're courting danger by following me around."
"Are you Nakago?" I asked, still watching his face. He backed out , brows creased. "Are you my seishi?" I asked persistently.
"What kind of nonsense is that?" he asked and my eyes widened.
"Then why did you kiss me and—"
"Because you're beautiful," he said. "Any man would do what I did. It was dark, you were willing—"I slapped him. Redness spread through my face and I pushed him, walking away with tears streaking along my cheeks.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I can't believe I went that low for him. Just because he had his face. Tears flowed from my eyes and I turned to the alleyway, covering my mouth to refrain from sobbing. I should have asked first.
"Awww… The princess is crying. You shouldn't associate yourself with a dangerous man," a voice purred coldly and I looked up. My eyes widened when I saw a man standing in front of me. The handsome face smiled, his long black hair moved with the wind. "Did that bastard hurt you? Should I get back at him?" He slowly lifted my chin and my heart palpitated wildly when I saw cold gray eyes.
A gun suddenly pointed on the man's head and I froze. "Back off," the Nakago look-alike said. The black-haired man looked up and the smile widened. "Don't touch what's mine." An arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me to a familiar broad chest. The raven-haired bishounen laughed lightly.
"Nobody claimed her yet. She's mine for the taking." Shin hastily pulled my shirt and my eyes widened when he showed him the hickey he planted on the side of my breast last night.
"See that?" Shin laughed victoriously. "Back off." He pointed the gun and the bishounen stepped back slowly, smirking. I pulled my shirt back from his hand and covered myself. Why does he even have to show it? It was humiliating. The bishounen laughed lightly at my reaction.
"Once it disappears, I will claim her as mine," he noted.
I can't remember much of what happened next, because the moment the bishounen disappeared, bullets rained on us. Shin immediately pulled me away from the area and my breath caught when he hailed a cab and pushed me inside.
"Let's continue where we left off when we meet again, beautiful."
He smirked, banging the door close. The driver immediately pulled off the area and I saw Shin run towards the other side of the road, clutching his gun. Armed men followed him and my heart palpitated wildly, confused. I was clueless. What's happening and why was it happening to begin with? Did I associate myself with the wrong people again?
"We're at the hospital, missy," the driver said and I went down. I was about to pay when the car sped off. I gasped when I realized something: The driver knew I was headed for the hospital even though I have not talked to him.
My heart was palpitating wildly when I entered the hospital. Everyone suddenly seemed different. It was as if I were in a new world, a surreal world, and the real one was the one with Shin in it. My knees wobbled and I sat down on one of the chairs inside the doctor's lounge. Things were becoming weirder and weirder since last night. And if I experience another encounter, I don't know what else to do. Maybe I should tell Taka about it, confide what's been bugging me, ask for police assistance. Because if this continues, it won't be long before I end up in the an asylum.
"You look ill, Hongou-san," the head doctor walked in and I smiled warily. "You should go home. We'll move the operation. It won't be an advantage if you're sick."
"I'm perfectly fine, Dr Miyagi. I just need coffee in the morning," I said but the doctor shook his head.
"Even if a coffee can perk you up, I can't let you inside when your mind's floating like that. I advice you to go home and sleep. The operations are not that crucial, they can be handled by another surgeon." The doctor took a cup of coffee and I nodded hesitantly. Nobody crosses paths with Dr Miyagi. He owns the hospital.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. The operation last night was very critical and I understand why you're drained. Now go home and rest. I can't have one of my best doctors falling ill, especially since we're taking in more and more patients lately." The man nodded and walked out of the lounge, leaving me again with my thoughts. I checked my wristwatch and realized I have already been in the hospital for an hour. No wonder the doctor was worried—I was spacing out for an entire hour!
Without another word, I stood up and took my things. Yes, I probably need sleep. Everything that happened last night and today was surreal. Maybe the encounters never happened, maybe Shin doesn't exist. I called a cab and in a few minutes, was back in my own apartment. I pulled the key from my bag and sighed. I suddenly felt tired. I was near my apartment when I saw a figure slumped on the door of my pad. Shin was sitting on the floor, bloodied and weak. I ran toward him, heart on my throat.
"What happened?"
"Be quiet," he hissed and smirked when he saw me. "Why are you back so soon?" He was clutching his stomach, where blood flowed lavishly. Panic gripped me.
"I'll call an ambulance, you must be brought to the hospital—"
"No, you'll only get in trouble," he grabbed my arm and pushed me to sit beside him. "I only came to see you. I can die peacefully now Yui-sama…" he slowly closed his eyes.
"Nakago?" I called but he was already unconscious. Did he really call me Yui-sama? "Nakago?" I called again but no response came. Tears fell from my eyes and before I could think clearly, I immediately opened the door of my apartment and pulled him inside.
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