WARNING: SLASH IZUMI X NISHI
Before Reading: This is basically me making up a back story Nishi some of its off of Gantz minus other parts our obviously changed. Like Izumi has been in the game longer and oh yeah its slash lmao.
The more I write the more I like it because I can slowly make Nishi more like the way we know and love him. : )
Because for now I hate it because I have to make him toned down and just an unstable kid. I wrote this over a course of many drunken nights then found later and was like hey this aint half bad. So this the only thing I've ever writtin on this site that took more then a half an hour. XD
Chapter 1
Izumi always liked to place mental bets on new arrivals survival rate. He could have easily over looked the boy the night he first came to the room.
He was a school boy in his very early teens perhaps not even as the boy was so pathetically small.
His scared expression matched all the others. He gasped for breath shaking against the wooden floor. It was no different from any other young kid you saw get transported to the room. You knew they would get caught in the cross fire somehow or wander out of the area and be 'offed' by Gantz.
The boy eventually sat up and watched in confusion as the newbies scrambled around the room looking for an exit. He brought his knees to his chest quietly trying to calm himself still shaking uncontrollably.
As he finally manged to stand the ball chimed its happy tune and the boy took interest in the black ball right away. He ran his fingers over it cautiously touching the surface as he carefully read over the text. When the ball opened he look wide eyed at the cold weapons inside.
He almost looked happy.
This made Izumi grin as he stood behind the ball. The boy suddenly looked up at him. Extended eye contact was made. The boys eyes looked at him as if to see if touching the surface of sphere was acceptable or not. The man allowed my grin to widen a little and the boys eyes shined with a light only found in completely enthused children. The boy raided the ball grabbing a gun, his suit and some gadgets. He changed into the suit and examined everything he didn't take, poking and prodding the seemingly unconscious man inside the ball.
The curiosity of this boy kept Izumi with a small smile on his face. Izumi loved watching newbies crack. It would be hilarious to watch the innocence of this boy be shredded from him once reality set in.
Soon after the group was transferred to some dark ally. The boy was missing form the group.
Such a shame.
The veterans went their separate ways and the newbies mindlessly wondered to the boundary lines.
So it became like any other mission. The aliens were about seven feet tall. They were hideous, skinny, goblin looking creatures. There arms awkwardly long with sharp claws.
Izumi sliced the alien enemies down with his sword one after the other. He had faced scarier things and it didn't matter they weren't to challenging to fight. He spotted someone hiding just yards away while fighting. This person was in the shadow of a brick building.
It was the boy. He stood watching Izumi in complete awe a large grin plastered on his face.
Izumi's blade went through the last aliens skull. It was not a pretty sight. It struggled against the ground miraculously fighting to live, it crawling on its stomach to get away from Izumi. It gave out horrific screams as its blood spread out across the pavement. Its body finally stopped near the edge of the shadows that the boy was hiding in. He stepped over it out of the dark.
The boy was looking directly at Izumi with such a fixated stare. He was shaking but he didn't look scared. His face was a little tinted with blush. He wasn't hesitant at all in walking right up to a man who just brutally destroyed several monsters. He stopped a few feet in front of him. Izumi who towered over him. There was a serious look on his face but the blush seemed to have deepened.
He looked right into Izumi's eyes. This time his eyes were different. His dark eyes contained sparks of bright lights now. Something had been turned on or destroyed that much was clear.
"I'm Joichiro Nishi." Izumi watched him with a blank expression he seemed to be struggling to stop fidgeting.
"Shion Izumi" He said trying to sound uninterested when his interest had indeed been breech by this boy who just kept staring directly at him, with his composure slowly getting regained and his blush finally starting to subside.
"Tell me what you know about this." He calmly demanded.
Izumi didn't really know were to start. He didn't have much experience in trying to explain these things to people. Izumi put his sword away and walked to the edge of the sidewalk to sit down. Nishi stepping over the corpse came over sitting down next to the man. Nishi watched him curiously as he considered where to start.
"Well, the black ball in that room before, its called Gantz." Nishi watched him with an unchanging expression. Izumi paused searching for something to say.
"These suits we have on will protect us a little from injury, they also make us stronger." Izumi paused again. This was feeling more awkward by the second. He was starting to wonder why he was even going to the trouble.
"So, Gantz gives us missions to hunt aliens. There is a boundary and if you go outside of it Gantz will kill you." Izumi looked over to the boy. There was the look of disbelief and confusion plastered on his face.
"How does the ball do that?" Nishi asked looking bewildered.
"There's this little chip he puts in are brain. If we tell anyone what goes on here or try to escape he kills us." The boy looked down to the gun he had taken from the ball.
"I thought I died." He whispered. It almost seemed like he said it to himself. Izumi decided against saying anything about that topic now. It was something that he himself had a hard time with. Nishi sighed taking out the radar he examined the contraption frowning. He ran his fingers over the buttons.
"That one can make you invisible." Izumi said pointing to a switch. Nishi quirked an eyebrow up.
"Invisible?" He smiled shaking his head. He gave a very hollow sounding laugh, and then followed another awkward stretch of silence for another minute.
"Everything feels like some nasty dream." Nishi's voice wondered off and he started to shiver.
"Well its real." Izumi said in a deadpan tone.
"You better get used to it quick, or you'll die." Nishi looked up at him and blinked.
"Die huh?" He wrapped his arms around himself trying to keep warm.
"Well, considering everything that's happened..." He sighed and looked up at the stars. Izumi turned his head to look behind him. Where all the mangled bodies of the aliens lay proof. Nishi looked back on the carnage.
"Those ugly things are proof enough." He said quietly. Eyes fixated on the bodies with such curiosity. The blush coming back again.
"You were pretty amazing before." The boy commented offhandedly.
Izumi felt his pride inflate. He loved being complemented on his skills. Even if it was just some useless kid. Izumi picked up his sword and got up.
There should still be some time left.
"Lets teach you to fire that weapon in combat." He said outstretching a hand to help the boy up. Nishi took the hand right away, looking very excited to follow.
The boys first kill.
Making use of the radar they found a single injured alien, hanging around blocks away near the boundary line.
"Alright run to it take aim and pull the trigger. Watch out for the time lag with these weapons." Izumi whispered. Nishi nodded pressing the cloaking device on the radar. Turning invisible didn't feel as funny as he thought it might. He felt slightly fuzzy at first but it went away quickly.
Nishi quietly made his way to the the alien who was crouched down licking its wounds. He came within feet of the beast. It was so repulsive and ugly. It disgusted him, and its movements sent chills up his spine. He wanted to squish it like a bug to kill the disgusting creature.
He had never felt the urge to kill something this strongly. The very appearance of this alien infuriated him, his bold boiled and his heart pounded. There was a inkling of fear that passed through him as his shaking hand rose to aim his gun at the creatures head. The dumb creature still hadn't noticed him. This angered him even further. He new the anger he was feeling was irrational, but he didn't care. He felt so powerful, so scared but somehow still so powerful all at the same time. He felt like he was falling again his stomach plummeted and heart raced but this time he could enjoy the sensation and thrill of it and this time it would be someone else who got to die.
So he pulled the trigger. The bubbles of anger that had been storming inside him seemed to release. The light flashed like a camera. The creature jolted back startled and cried out in fear. Nishi backed up as the alien extended its claws and blindly swatted around in its panic. Suddenly its head began to swell up larger and larger until it exploded.
The sight of it's head blowing up seemed to be slowed down by time as a fuzzy feeling buzzed in the back of his head all troubles and worries melted away. The blood splattered everywhere and pleasure replaced where the anger had been. He forgot all his problems it was so soothing to him. The blood was still warm when it hit his face and it felt so satisfying. Another blush rapidly spreading across his face as Nishi looked at the creatures corpse eyes wide open, suddenly was left breathless. He watched the blood spread across the ground and when he realized he was aroused his mind was started to clear.
Suddenly all the pleasure was gone. His shoes felt soggy. He remembered he was cold, miserable and alone. As soon as his arm lowered he wanted to kill something else. To get that feeling back. He flicked the button coming back into sight. He just stared at the aliens body.
"Nice shot!" Izumi called running over to him.
Nishi felt his legs shaking again. Izumi patted the boy on his back. Izumi watched how hard Nishi labored to breathe.
"Your not going to cry like some weak child are you?" He asked him sounding disappointed. But Nishi couldn't stop thinking about the kill to care. He felt a different tingle on his head.
"What the fuck?" Nishi gasped looking at Izumi.
"Relax we are transporting back now." He said. Nishi was suddenly back in the strange apartment.
Only two other people besides Izumi returned two Gantz veterans in there suits with large guns. They stood by the windows together.
One was a man in his late thirties. He had a mustache and his build in a mesh between fat and buff. The other man looked in his mid twenties he had shoulder length greasy black hair and very sharp features making him look like a wide eyed rat.
They both laughed when they noticed Nishi.
"Fucking hell you survived!" The older man laughed in an over dramatic heaving way and slapped himself on the top of his head.
"Damn." The other man began to laugh obnoxiously snorting," You were shakin' on the floor like a 'lil leaf!"
Izumi grabbed Nishi's shoulder from behind.
"Nishi, this is Jirou." He said gesturing to the rat faced man. Jirou stopped laughing and frowned.
"Why'd the fuck you bein' nice to 'em for?" Jirou slurred all of his words together looking at Izumi questionably.
"We can introduce ourselves Izumi!" The other man said with his obnoxiously loud and booming voice cleared his throat.
"I'm Yasushi Konno! If his voice was any louder it might shake the room. "Welcome to the world of Gantz you little bastard!" He made his way over to them laughing and ruffled Nishi's hair. Nishi had a sour look on his face deciding then he didn't like Yasushi. Jirou moved Yasushi out of the way. Looking at there new member closer.
"So kid you hiddin' the whole time? 'Cause kids don't get so lucky." Jirou got uncomfortably close to Nishi inspecting him. His breath reaked of alcohol.
"An yea bein' kinda short." He started to giggle. Nishi folded his arms over his chest deciding he didn't like Jirou either.
Izumi watched the two irritate the new player, it was slightly entertaining. Nishi was looking more infuriated by the second.
The black ball gave out a loud pinging noise and some scrambled text appeared on the screen along with a crude illustration that roughly resembled Yasushi really over exaggerating his round head and the size of his mustache.
!APpr0CHing s0UnD bArrIER!
12 p0INTz
tOTL 69 pTz
39 t00 go AnD ur d0Ne!
"Alright then!" Yasushi began to laugh high fiving Jirou with a big smile on his face. Nishi looked up to Izumi confused.
"Points?" He asked looking up at Izumi.
"Gantz gives you points for killing aliens kid!" Yasushi shouted.
When the screen switch over to the image of Jirou, Nishi fond himself thinking if the picture had whiskers and some ears it would look more like a rat.
drUnK d3skmAN
15 p0InTz
tOTAL 57 p0InTZ
- t00 mANy bR3wSkis
- t00 mUCh FALliNg D0Wn
( l0Lz b00Ze h0uND)
43 t00 go AnD ur d0Ne!
"With dat' Yasushi I beat 'cha!" Jirou began to cheer pounding his chest.
"I'll come out on top next time you asshole!" Yasushi said laughing. Izumi's 'picture' showed up next emphasizing his lack of emotion in a blank faced illustration.
ARr0Gnt aSs
42 pTz
t0TAL 117 P0INTZ
GO TO 100 PnTZ m3Nu~
"Ha, bet you'll never beat that!" Yasushi laughed, jabbing Jirou with his elbow. Jirou rolled his eyes. "Well nobodies eva' gonna beat Izumi." New text appeared on the screen however it wasn't backwards and jumbled to Nishi's surprise.
100 Points menu
1. You will be freed and your memory will be erased.
2. You will be given an extremely powerful weapon.
3. You will be able to revive a human being from the memory.
"So yea' leaving us Izumi?" Jirou asked. Izumi chewed his lip staring at the words on the ball. He slowly looked down to Nishi who was looking back up at him waiting for what he would do.
"Come on Izumi! On with it already!" Yasushi groaned. "I want to go home sometime tonight!"
Nishi flashed Yasushi a nasty look. There was a feeling of weakness inside wanted Izumi to stay. He didn't want to be left alone with, 'these people'.
Izumi took his time in choosing ignoring Yasushi's whining. After what seemed like forever he finally answered.
"Give me number two Gantz." He said calmly.
Nishi felt his stomach flip and strong relief come over him.
A larger bulky gun materialized through the scanner. It matched the guns Yasushi and Jirou carried. Izumi picked it up examining it.
"Oh boy Izumi your gonna love that gun! Jirou and I cant get enough of them!" Jirou pointed at the screen.
"Hey newbies gonna' be on on next!" The screen on the ball changed again to a cartoon asian boy with very slanted, beady eyes and its hair was parted in a very similar way to Nishi. Nishi felt slightly offended even before reading the text.
fREAKy kID
3 pTz
T0TL 3 p0iNTZ
- t00 mUCH g3TTinG 0ff 0N G0rE
- t00 mUCH sTARING t ArR0gnT AsS (l0Lz fAgG0T)
97 t00 go aND uR d0N3!
Nishi felt the heat creep up from his neck to his ears as he stared at its commentary. Yasushi and Jirou erupted into loud, irritating laughter that made Nishi want to shoot them both like the ugly alien.
"Oh god! I cant breath!" Yasushi gasped to breathe between laughs. Jirou came over to Nishi poking his arm teasingly.
"Eh? So you're a lil' funny like that huh kid?" His voice had a suggestive undertone. He gave a eerie grin moving his hand to Nishi's face.
Nishi swatted his hand away. The heat on his face almost unbearable now. He backed away and stood next to the wall behind Izumi to put something between him and the two men.
Yasushi's laugh was still going strong with no signs of stopping the mans face was as red as a tomato. Izumi had a perturbed look on his face.
"Enough." He said sternly. But the two kept laughing.
Nishi was having a harder time keeping his cool completely enraged by there obnoxious snorting and giggles.
"Yea Yasushi, now we know why da' kid was givin' you the stink eye before." Jirou swatted at Yasushi back and he began to cough and gasp for breath.
"Uh, you gonna be OK?" Yasushi nodded clutching his stomach.
Sore from laughing the two finally made there way into a hallway connected to the main room. Nishi heard a door click open and bang closed. Nishi looked at Izumi bewildered.
"We can leave!" He asked, feeling himself shake. Izumi turned around to look at the boy. Nishi's eyes were wide open staring up at him.
"Yes. You can go home now." Izumi walked into the hallway picking up a neatly folded pile of clothes that was on a stand near the rooms exit. Nishi followed him shaking even worse now. Nishi could feel his lips twitching. He cleared his throat to get Izumi's attention. The taller man turned around looking down at the boy as he put his shirt over his suit.
"So, we have to go home, right now?" Nishi asked. Izumi stopped changing and stared at him slightly perplexed. The boy had his hands in his pockets trying to look anywhere but at Izumi.
"Whats wrong with going home?" Izumi asked. He put the other arm through the sleeve and began to button the shirt. Nishi watched his fingers quickly move over the buttons. He was slightly distracted by the fact that the man was buttoning the shirt from bottom to top.
"What?" Izumi asked as he straighten the collar. Nishi looked up at him puzzled completely forgetting the question. "Whats wrong with going home?" Izumi repeated a little irritation in his voice this time.
Nishi stared up at him his mouth opened to say something but it closed again with only a guttural noise squeezing out.
Izumi watched him and shook his head. He unfolded his pants and put one leg in then the other. Pulling them up he looked back to the boy watching him dress. Finally Izumi's jacket was on and there was nothing to do but leave. It felt strange just leaving like this. The boy stood there looking so unsure of what to do.
Izumi felt slight pity in the depths of his stomach remembering the night he first came to the room. It was strange until now Izumi couldn't remember a time he had felt pity for anyone since the night he came to the room.
Izumi extended a hand. He brushed his fingers through the boys hair gently. Nishi tensed up. He looked very uncomfortable with the contact but allowed it. Izumi pulled his fingers away sighing and Nishi slowly looked up at him.
"You don't want to go home." It wasn't a question it was a statement and it was said in a stern, emotionless voice. Nishi stayed quiet for another moment and nodded.
Izumi opened the door to the outside. Nishi looked up. Izumi walked out the door leaving it open for him. Nishi walked out to see a normal apartment complex. Izumi was leaning against the railing watching traffic his dark fair being blown by the wind. Nishi shut the door behind him and stayed closer to the buildings wall. Izumi looked over his shoulder at him.
"I guess I'm stuck with you then." Izumi sighed looking back at the lights of the city and the cars speeding by in the street. Nishi felt his lips pull up at the corners. His mood greatly elevated at the news he could stay with the man. Izumi pulled himself away from the railing and his traffic watching. Making his way down the staircase. Nishi looked back at the door for a moment.
"Come on kid!" Izumi called already halfway down the first flight of stairs. Nishi carefully descended the staircase following after.
oOo
The whole way back they both said nothing to each other. Izumi leading the way with his new large gun. People walking past pointed and snickered to people they were with they must have thought it was some kind of cosplay prop. Nishi stayed close to the mans side completely silent. He had to walk at a slightly fast passe to keep up with the mans long strides but he wasn't about to complain he was already dreading when he would have to thank him for doing this.
The came to a large apartment. It looked more like a hotel and looked well over seven story's high. A block before reaching the entrance Nishi felt small raindrops on his head. This caused the first words to be spoken between them since there departure from the room.
"It's raining." Nishi said looking to Izumi. The man looked up to the nights sky then back down to the boy shrugging.
"Whatever, were here anyway." Izumi said as he grabbed the handle of the glass entrance opening the door for the boy. Nishi walked ahead of him looking inside. It wasn't a hotel lobby there was just some elevators and staircases along with many fake decorative plants. Izumi pressed the up button for the elevator. The door opened with a high pitched 'ping' sound and the two stepped inside. Then man then pressed the number for floor 6.
"Is it really alright that I stay with you?" The boy asked as the door closed.
"Its a little late to ask that now." Izumi said pulling out some keys form his pocket. Nishi suddenly felt very uncomfortable with being here.
"It's alright, I live alone anyway." Izumi added. He seemed to sense what the boy was thinking. The door pinged again and opened.
"Come on." He said. The boy stiffened as he put his arm around him leading him to the door.
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He removed his arm and Nishi seemed to take a heavy exhale. Unlocking the door he gestures for him to go in. Nishi awkwardly entered his home looking around.
It seemed pretty empty. The walls were all white. The carpet was white. There was a small kitchen in the corner with clean empty counter tops. On the other side of this small room there was a gray comfortable looking sofa in front of the one large window with a glass coffee table in front of the sofa. Two door on left and right side of the room were closed. The house as a whole was eerily clean and empty.
"Have you moved in recently?" Nishi asked looking out the window to the parking lot below.
"No. I've lived here for over a year." He said as he set his gun down. Nishi turned around cocking his eyebrow up.
"I don't like clutter." Izumi muttered upon seeing the boys expression.
"I guess so huh..." Nishi said looking around.
"Alright, pay attention." Izumi started. Nishi turned to look at him.
"This door to the left is the bathroom." Izumi opened the door flicking on the light switch revealing the spotless white tiles of the simple bathroom inside. "You can take a shower, bath, whenever you want I don't care." Nishi nodded as Izumi flicked off the light switch moving back to the main room.
"The other door is to my bedroom." He said pointing to the closed white door on the other side of the room. "Your not allowed in there." He added sternly. The boy shrugged.
"I'll get you some blankets, you can sleep on the sofa." Izumi went into his bedroom shutting the door behind him. Nishi walk to the sofa sitting down. It was pretty comfortable. Nishi was satisfied with staying here. It was far better then his other options. In a few minutes Izumi came back with a blanket and a pillow. Handing them off to Nishi.
"When you change remember to always keep your suit within arms reach of you. We will get called back some other night. You need to be holding it or have it on, Or else you'll have no chance." Izumi sat down next to him.
"How long until we go back?" Nishi asked. Izumi shrugged. Nishi sighed in frustration throwing his pillow against the arm of the sofa.
"Are you hungry?" Izumi asked a softly. Nishi shook his head frowning.
"Well if you get hungry, feel free." He said standing up. Nishi looked to the kitchen and shook his head again.
"Well get some rest, you had a big day." Izumi had a slight humorous tone in his voice. He went to his room shutting the door behind him.
After a few minutes pasted Nishi got up and undressed out of his clothes and suit. It felt extremely odd to undress in someones living room. He redressed feeling slightly more comfortable. It felt a little odd wearing such tight clothing. But the suit did give him a strange since of power while wearing it. He felt weaker once he removed it. He wasn't exactly sure what to do with his things. He shoved the jacket into the bag placing it and his shoes by the door. He folded his suit and put it on the other side of the sofa. The man seemed like a neat freak and if staying at his home meant Nishi didn't have to go 'home' he wouldn't want to offend his host.
He glanced over the the mans bedroom door. Even walking around he felt like every footstep taken was to loud. Nishi had no idea how he was ever going to manage to sleep ever again.
So many thoughts at the same time seemed to barrage his brain.
Was he dead?
Was he really alive now?
Why does he have to go back to that room? Why did he want to?
Why was shooting that alien so awesome?
He walked back to the sofa trying his best to clear his head.
He laid down on his new bed. His muscles relaxed and he realized how tired he actually was. Nishi pulled the blanket up over him and rested his head on the pillow. The blanket felt stale like it had never been used but it isolated a lot of heat. The pillow on the other hand felt very worn and used. It smelt extremely good.
The boy buried his face in it taking odd comfort in it. The smell was near intoxicating and really took his mind off the situation. The fear and questions that had been plaguing his mind seemed to melt away. Did Izumi really smell this good? He wondered as thought of the mans face and voice. Attraction mixed so heavily in infatuation that it became very erotic.
It reminded him of the satisfaction he got from shooting the alien. Enjoying the smell wasn't exactly as arousing to him as pulling that trigger but the feeling seemed to glow in him for longer. There was a warm feeling pooling in his stomach and heat spreading across his face. But his eyes felt so heavy and suddenly he had no thoughts and he slipped away in a dreamless sleep.
oOo
In what felt like a second he awoke to the sounds of plates clacking on counter tops and the smell of butter and breakfast.
Nishi opened his eyes. In his unfocused sight was a glass coffee table and his hand handing off a gray sofa. The folded suit right next to it fresh out of some science fiction movie from hell. There was a sudden confusion as to where he was. In moments it all came flooding back in one grieving swoop. It all really happened. He couldn't wake up again and make it go away.
He closed his eyes to fall back asleep but the sun persisted getting brighter. Nishi squinted his eyes losing the battle. Nishi sat up looking to the other side of the room.
The man that sliced a gang of alien monsters to nothing, was now buttering semi burnt toast. He had a white house coat and sweatpants oppose to the super powered suit and his long black hair was now tied up very loose in the back. But this was defiantly the same man. Nishi felt the heat creep to his ears as he recalled how much he had enjoyed the mans pillow the night before.
Izumi walked over to him with two pathetic looking plates of brunt buttered toast and eggs in hand.
"Here's breakfast." He said handing a plate and fork to him. He sat next to him taking a bite of his toast. Nishi placed the plate on his lap staring at it.
"I'm not really hungry." Nishi yawned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Well to bad you need to eat." Izumi said taking another large bite of toast. Nishi felt slightly agitated. Izumi was reminding him of a nagging adult.
"How old are you?" Izumi asked suddenly.
"...Thirteen." He answered hesitantly.
"Your too short for thirteen you need to eat or you wont grow." Izumi said taking a bite of egg. Nishi rolled his eyes.
"You sound like a mom." Nishi said nibbling at the unburnt parts of the toast. Izumi smiled watching as the boy finicky turned the toast over examining before every bite.
"Apparently I don't sound like your mom or you would be taller." Nishi huffed trying not to roll his eyes again. Izumi found teasing the boy entertaining.
"Well how old are you?" Nishi asked trying to direct the conversation away from himself.
"I'm sixteen." Izumi answered. The boys eyes widened.
"What? Your lying! You have to be like twenty!" Izumi started to laugh shaking his head.
"Its nice to know that you would let some strange twenty-something adult take you to there home without question." Izumi said sarcastically. Nishi felt the corner of his lips twitch and repressed laughter. He gave up on the toast and picked up his fork to try the eggs.
"It worked out alright." He said softly with a small smile on his face. The eggs were slightly better then the toast so he finished them.
Izumi took there plates to the sink and washed them. He went back into his bedroom coming out with a school uniform on his arm. He went into the bathroom but left the door open. Nishi watched as he took out the tie in his hair letting it fall back. The man took out a brush from the drawers and brushed out his long hair.
It strangely reminded Nishi of his mother. In the mornings after getting ready from school, he would sit on his mothers bed and watch as she got ready for work. She'd stand in front of her mirror brushing out her long black hair and putting it up in a messy bun before carefully putting on her eyes shadows and liners.
Izumi just stared into the mirror as he brushed his hair he looking quite bored.
Nishi's mother on the other hand would endlessly complain that her lips were to thin or that she was starting to get wrinkles.
Nishi would try to reassure her lightly she looked fine. Truthfully thought she was the most beautiful women in the world. In fact she was the only women in the world he didn't find insufferably annoying. He always felt the strong urge to protect her. It was unfortunate he couldn't protect his mother from the things his father did away from her.
He felt his fists curl but shook his head. There was no point in getting mad now. Izumi closed the bathroom door and in a few minutes came out dressed in a high school uniform.
"I guess you weren't lying after all." Nishi said plainly.
"Nope. I was lying this is just to trick you." Izumi smirk going back into his room coming back out with his school bag.
"Do you want money for a subway ticket?" Izumi asked. Nishi felt his heart drop.
"Oh, you want me to leave..." Izumi who was searching through his school bag stopped and looked up at the boy confused. He had a key in his hand.
"No, I just figured you wouldn't want to hang out here all day. I don't even have a TV or anything." Nishi's heart started to calm down.
"I don't really like television..."Nishi said as Izumi handed the boy a small key giving him a weak smile.
"You should go for a walk." He said softly. Nishi nodded quietly. Izumi picked up his bag and went out the door locking it behind him.
oOo
Nishi was left unsure of what to do. He got off the sofa and folded the blanket neatly.
Realizing how full his bladder was he went to the bathroom to relive himself. As he washed his hands he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror.
Something was surprising about seeing his reflection. He was still himself. After all that had happened, even though he felt so different he still saw the same person in the mirror. Nishi felt a slight relief, it was like he had never died.
The closer he looked at himself the stranger he felt. He leaned in closer to the mirror his nose practically touching it. He closely examined his face. His skin looked different it looked clearer. His eyes had always been a little bloodshot even when he was getting enough sleep but they didn't look even slightly red. They were completely clear like he was a young child.
The mirror began to fog up from his breath, he felt panicked. Was he the same person? Nishi leaned away trying to clear his mind of the questions. It seemed like just as he was feeling better about this he got worse again.
Nishi ran his fingers through his hair noticing it needed to be washed. Izumi had told him he could take "a shower, bath, whenever" so he looked around for a towel. Sure enough in the cabinet they were neatly folded fluffy white towels. He played with the taps trying to find a proper temperature and undressed.
Upon stepping inside the warm water running down his back relaxed his frantic thoughts earlier. He moved his head back feeling the hot water hit the crown of his head massaging him. He looked around the shower finding the shampoo and soap.
Nishi had always hated showering. He liked being clean he just didn't like smelling like his mothers flowery shampoo's and soaps. They always left a lingering scent that was much more suited to a women. Just another nonsense reason for his classmates to pick on him.
Izumi's shampoo had a very attractive clean smell to it. Nishi had defiantly discovered the origin of the pillows intoxicating scent. As he washed he looked down to notice his arms. His heart sank and he felt sick.
The boys who bullied him had left heavy ugly bruises all over his arms just two days before. Now they were complexly gone without a trace. Nishi started straining his mind to think of any scars or birthmarks he had. Sure enough the scar on his hand where a class mass mate had cut him was gone. So was the birthmark on his knee. He had never given those marks any thought but now he felt strange with them gone. The hope Nishi had was shattered he wasn't himself anymore. A sudden lightheaded feeling came over him. He hurried to get out of the shower pulling on of the fluffy white towels around himself.
He sat on the cold bathroom floor near the toilet. He felt so pathetic. The room felt like it was sinking Nishi sat with his eyes closed praying he didn't vomit. In a few minutes it started to calm down. His legs still shaking he got up and started to dry his hair with the towel. He picked up the brush Izumi had left and prepared himself to look in the mirror. He didn't feel sick again seeing himself. It just made him sad. He brushed his hair. Parting it at the side as always. Setting the brush down Nishi sorted out the bathroom hanging the towel up and redressed into his school uniform. He went back to the sofa and unfolded the blanket getting back underneath it.
Nishi looking over to the keys he had left on the coffee table he didn't feel like going for a walk anymore. He had no idea how long Izumi had been gone but he wanted him to come back. It had only been a little while perhaps not even a full hour. He needed someone around.
It was moments like this he wished the hardest he could hug his mother again. In the worst days of bullying form his classmates he stayed in his room the whole night curled up on his bed. The sad feeling of being victimized and weak. The entire hopelessness and pessimistic rut and the train of thought that it would never get easier.
In times like that he would go to his mother. Nishi wouldn't tell her what was wrong and he would try his best to keep a neutral face. He would just catch her as she walked down the short hallway to her bedroom. He wrapped his arms around her embracing her for an extended amount of time with out a word. She was warm she smelled like perfumes he could her her heart beat a steady rhythm.
"Something wrong?" She always asked quietly as she kissed the side of his face.
"I love you." He'd always say trying to squeeze her tighter to his chest.
"I love you too sweetheart." She said with a sad reflection in her voice as she smoothed his hair with her fingers.
Nishi slowly let go of his mother's warmth and turned to walk back to his room feet dragging. He felt embarrassed for himself in his pathetic ways to seek comfort. His mother slowly turned around frowning.
"Some people are idiots honey, you may not understand this now but some people are just human trash and you have to be stronger then this." Nishi didn't look back at her. He just went to his room and dreaded the hell that would be another day at school tomorrow.
The sound of a car alarm outside pulled Nishi away from his memory.
The boy curled up on the sofa trying to fall back asleep. At least if he was asleep he didn't have to think about it.
oOo
All day Izumi had thought about the boy, he wasn't entirely sure why. The way he gawked wide eyed at the carnage of the game fascinated Izumi. The facial expressions seemed burned in his mind.
Izumi tried to rule everything out to be just simple intrigue. In his heart he knew that wasn't true. There was a strange attraction there. However their was an age gap and seducing the kid under these circumstances would probably be permanently damaging. Izumi felt a guilty smile wondering how flustered the boy would get if he really tore some aliens in gruesome ways. Or how much of an overload it would be to a thirteen year old's senses if he were to touch him in place's sensitive virgins don't get touched very often. Izumi smile grew wider internally. A little toy he could use and corrupt.
Still on some level Izumi wanted to disregard it all and just have someone whose company he could enjoy. He wanted companionship and someone to be his equal he could train him and they could fight together. He thought about how defiant the boy had been about finishing breakfast. With such an ill temper he was very entertaining Izumi snorted in a chuckle tapping his pen against his notebook as his teacher lectured the class.
He knew he couldn't have it both ways.
oOo
Izumi went straight home after school. He was very curious as what his new visitor had done all day.
He opened his apartment door to find the boy asleep on the sofa. He was slightly taken back he had more excepted the boy to wander off perhaps even go home. He closed the door behind him and set his things down trying to make as little noise as possible as he approached the sofa.
There was enough space between the arm of the sofa and Nishi's head for Izumi to sit. He sighed feeling his back relax. He slouched down and gazed down at the boy who was sleeping peacefully.
He looked much happier now then he had left earlier that day. He was curled in a ball with the blanket wrapped around him. Izumi listened carefully to the sound of his breathing.
Izumi slowly brought his hand to the boys head.
His fingers softly stroked his hair. It was very soft like feather down. He ran his fingers through some more growing more confident the boy would stay asleep. There was very comforting about it.
Izumi felt the nagging urge to touch more, as much as he could get away with. The boy wasn't stirring at all so Izumi slid his fingers to touch the boys face. Stroking the soft cheek. His eyes stayed closed his eyes flutter slightly. Izumi felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand as the boy let out a shaky exhale. Izumi pulled his hand away. His heat was racing in his chest he sat next to him silent for a few minutes.
The boys eyes squinted and slowly opened pupils dilating as he heavily blinked.
"...Izumi?" The boys voice was hoarse and groggy. Izumi felt a flutter of happiness in his chest when the boy said his name.
"What, what the fuck were you doing touching me?" Nishi asked confused as his eye lids drooped again looking like he was about to fall back asleep.
"I wasn't touching you." Izumi said quickly hoping the boy would forget. Nishi sat up propped on one arm staring at him in confusion. Suddenly he seemed to wince in pain grabbing the bridge of his nose.
"Fuck. My head hurts." Nishi groaned. Izumi looked at his spare house keys sitting exactly where he had left them for the boy.
"Did you even get up after I went out?" Izumi asked going to the bathroom's medicine cabinet to retrieve some aspirin.
"I took a piss and showered but that's about it." He grumbled rubbing his temples. Izumi handed him the pill.
"Do you want me to get you a glass of water?" Izumi asked. Nishi didn't answer and just swallowed the pill quickly.
"You probably made yourself sick from sleeping for so long." He said sitting back down he crossed his legs. Casual elegance was the first thought that came to Nishi's mind.
"You should learn how to take care of yourself." Izumi said while he smirked waiting for the boy to fly an insult his way.
Nishi's eyes narrowed looking at Izumi sitting on the other side of the sofa.
"Why are you helping me so much?"
Izumi looked at him blankly for a few moments.
"It hasn't hurt anything." He said plainly sounded like he himself was unsure of the answer.
"Yeah but when you had me kill that monster before, it was weak and I got points."
Izumi nodded seeming to be waiting for something. Nishi's eyebrow arched in question.
"What?" He asked feeling frustrated as the man had a small condescending grin that infuriated Nishi. Izumi gave a short and shallow laugh seeing the boy losing his temper already.
"It was just three points," He said sternly.
"Its nothing to get worked up about." Izumi tucked some of his long hair behind his ears.
Nishi glanced at him and looked away.
"Still." He said bitterly.
"You don't like being under informed do you?" Izumi said turning his head to look at the boy.
"Who does?" Nishi answered feeling Izumi watching him made him slightly uncomfortable.
Izumi took a deep exhale.
"Oh, you would be very surprised. Lots of people would rather live in the dark." Nishi shook his head. Rejecting the idea at once.
"Well I'm not one of those people." He said quickly. The upper corners of Izumi's lips quirked up.
"Good, neither am I." His voice came out soundly like the purr of a cat it felt very praise full.
Nishi felt a moment of slight satisfaction like he had said the correct answer to a teachers question. Only it wasn't some dumb school teacher, it was Izumi. A skilled fighter, that could slaughter alien beasts to hell and flooded sewer gutters with their thick blood... the blush started to creep up on him again.
"You know," Nishi said looking the man in the eyes. "you sounded like a real condescending jackass just now." The boy had a big smile on his face. His eyes shined with more intent for mischief then to hurt feelings.
"You agreed with me." Izumi refuted.
A silence over came the room as Nishi threw off the rest of his blanket cover folding it neatly.
An extremely awkward silence stretched looking at the light fading outside Izumi felt the need to ask more questions.
"So do you want me to take you home?" He asked.
Nishi crossed his arms lounging back on the couch.
"Not really." He said the corners of his lips jerked up to a smile but his eyes looked sad.
"You do have a home right?" Izumi asked slowly cocking his eyebrow.
"Well." Nishi looked out the window. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"Its not like an orphanage or something right, you have parents?" Izumi said finding some element of this conversion uncomfortable. He enjoyed having Nishi around however if a loving family was rounding up search parties for this boy as they spoke.
"Yeah, I got a dad." Nishi said patently.
"Look, I need to know how you died." Izumi said looking at him seriously.
"Why?" Nishi asked his posture stiffening.
"Sometimes when people go to the Gantz room..." Izumi wasn't sure how to word this without crushing the boy. Had he realized he might not be the same person? "Sometimes, their 'old self' is still alive."
Izumi felt his insides cringe walking on eggshells hadn't worked and in Nishi's eyes sparked the look of horror and sadness as Nishi ran his fingers through his hair his face looked pained and sick like he might cry.
Izumi repressed the urge to roll his eyes.
Not another crier.
"I knew it!" The boy gasped sounding short of breathe. Izumi thought he might be hyperventilating.
"I knew I wasn't the same person! I just knew it!" He shook pulling his knee's up to his chest he sat and cried on about mostly unintelligible things.
"There not my memories its all just a lie, I just started up were some poor bastard left off!" Nishi was almost screaming now streams of tears across his face. Something distributed Izumi about Nishi's fit while it was annoying and disgusting as it was actually starting to feel bad for himself, he had always tried his best to push those thoughts about an existence through Gantz away.
Izumi grabbed Nishi by the shoulders he was now red in the face eyes bloodshot looking angry at the world.
"Calm the hell down!" Nishi's dark eyes swayed to him locking in on him as if he had forgotten he was there.
"Your acting pathetic! Your still the same brat you were before, you got the same memories and emotions so quit crying!" Nishi made more sniffling noises but his crying had stopped.
"Besides..." Izumi said loosening his grip on the boys shoulders. "Your crying is really annoying." Nishi gave a shaky exhale staring at the man who was now leaned over into him. Izumi moved back to his side of the sofa.
"Uh, Do you need some toilet paper or something?" Izumi said feeling awkward as he watched the boy rub the corners of his eyes. Nishi got up stumbled into the bathroom grabbing some for himself to blow his nose.
Izumi internally cringed their had always been something primal and disturbing about people crying to him.
"As I was saying, in some rare cases people survive when Gantz thought they would be dead, so then the person surives and I suppose goes on the their old life. But that's probably not the case and you could go back and do whatever you were doing before Gantz. You'll still be transported to the room, obviously."
Nishi stared at Izumi. "So you want me to leave." He said sounding discarding the paper in the bathrooms wastebasket.
Izumi internally groaned. "No listen. I want you to check it out. Don't you need some stuff from home, like a change of clothes?"
Nishi looked down at his uniform. "Yeah I guess so." He said grimly.
oOo
The day was rapidly turning to night as Nishi brought Izumi on a twelve minute walk through a near by park and down a couple of blocks. He apparently lived close by. He stopped in front of what looked like a lower middle class three story apartment.
"What floor do you live on?" Izumi asked.
"The second." Nishi said with an expressionless face. Izumi looked up to the second story noticing no lights were on.
Nishi pulled a ring of keys out of his backpack and unlock the door. Izumi stayed on the sidewalk watching the boy disappear in the dark hallway. Nishi climbed the stairs to his floor. Unlocking the door he stepped inside. The house was slightly cramped it wasnt filthy but there was just a lot of things out of place wrappers, cans, plates, books or glasses all covered most flat surfaces. The carpet hadnt been vacuumed in a good year and nobody ever dusted. Nishi had never really thought much of the mess until seeing how Izumi lived. The kitchen had a small round table and tan counter tops Nishi checked it to see if his fathers wallet or cell phone was there or any proof his father was home. Finding none he walked down the hallway. He peeked into his fathers bedroom.
Nishi's nose wrinkled as a nauseating smell overpowered him. The bed was unmade and the room was very dark. On the night stand and bureau were beer cans and half empty glasses of old milk that were probably responsible for the horriable smell. Nishi noticed some condom wrappers on the floor vaguely surprised his father had manged to get a women to stay inside this room long enough to have sex with her.
Nishi opened his bedroom door finding it very strange to be back in here it was slightly neater then the rest of the house but not by much. He walked to his nightstand switching on his lamp. Everything was where he left it it didn't look like his dad had come in here. Nishi snorted. His only son was dead and he didn't even know. Nishi wonderd his dad had filed a police report. He figured not. There wasn't really a way for the school to contact him. His only contact information for the school had been his mothers cellphone number. Her cellphone was now broken into pieces and hidden in the back of his sock draw somewhere. He would most likely have to miss more days of school for them to send an officer over. His bed was against the wall by the window with heavy shades to keep light out in the morning. He almost wished he could take them to Izumi's place. Nishi searched under his bed for a larger bag.
He found a black luggage bag and threw it on his bed. Nishi opened up his drawers taking some shirts, pants and looser fitting ones he could sleep in and placed them all in the bag. He grabbed a couple of sweatshirts from his closet and took some more sets of school uniforms along with other essentials like boxers and socks. He retrived his toothbrush form the bathroom. Nishi sat on his bed thinking of anything else he really wanted to take.
His eyes wandered to his desk his laptop and the charger wire neatly wrapped together with string so it wouldn't get tangled. It was the last gift he had received from his mother so he had always taken good care of it. After packing the laptop up he did one last survey over his room. He grabbed his bags and left.
Izumi was leaning against a telephone pole looking very bored.
"Wow that felt like forever." He commented seeing Nishi make his way over.
Nishi shrugged stopping in front of him.
"Was your dad home?" Izumi asked snatching the school bag off Nishi's shoulder. "Oh, thanks." Nishi said looking up at the taller man.
"And no he wasn't, he should be at work anyway." Nishi said as they walked back to Izumi's apartment.
"What does he do?" Izumi asked. slugging the bag over his shoulder. Nishi took note of how much smaller the bag looked nest to him.
"I really don't know." Nishi said with a slight laugh. "I believe he works in an office as a personal assistant's secretary's, secretary's for some corporation." Izumi quirked an eyebrow trying to understand what a assistant for an assistant's assistant would have to do. Nishi smiled again. "Whatever he does he's been doing it for as long as I can remember. Its some mindless dead end job and he hates it."
"Did your mother have a job?" Izumi asked trying to seem subtle.
Nishi gave a light laugh again. "Yeah, she was like, the personal assistant's assistant. " Nishi looked happy talking about his mother he looked forward not at Izumi just looking at the streetlights and any visible stars in the electric light crowed sky. "Like something just as dumb, repetitive and pointless but like, one level up." Izumi smiled looking down on him.
"I think that's how they met actually through work..." Nishi's voice faded off.
"So, she's dead, or she left?" Izumi probed.
"Yeah she's dead." Nishi said barley audible.
"How long ago?" Izumi asked noticing Nishi's smile now seemed forced rather then natural.
"Three months." He said his steps getting slower.
"How did she die?" Izumi felt the need to press for more information but obviously the boy had reached his limits.
"I don't really feel like sharing." He said sounding bitter eyes darkening.
Izumi sighed. He couldn't blame him. But it still annoyed him that the boy held information from him when he was being kind enough to let him live in his apartment. Izumi had not even considered if he had enough money to support another person or the legal consequence's of letting somebodies child stay with him. It all kept coming back to the image burned in his mind of the boy staring at him as he killed. As fascinated with it as he'd become with him.
oOo
Nishi had kept his bags by the sofa but he found this a shame as it kind of threw off the whole eerily clean and clutter-less look of the whole house. Izumi sat at the kitchen table doing his homework. He watched as the boy typed away on his laptop staring at the screen.
"You can type pretty fast." Izumi commented looking up from his work. Nishi made a sound of concurrence never looking up. Izumi felt slightly ignored he hoped the boy wasn't still annoyed with him from before.
"What are you doing anyway?" Izumi asked.
"You sure ask a lot of questions." Nishi said his voice rang of a pleasant tone as he grinned he didn't seem annoyed anymore. He looked more like he wanted to annoy. Izumi frowned looking back at his homework.
"I'm writing a fantasy story, well actually its a journal about the game but anyone who read's it will think differently." Nishi said minutes later still never looking up.
"Remember to stay vague, there's a chip in your brain now. You give to much information anyway Gantz will blast your brains through your skull." Izumi cleared the table shuffling the papers back into his bag.
"Oh, that would be great to put in somewhere!" Nishi gave a morbid laugh. Izumi couldn't help but smile.
"If you hear a buzzing noise in your ear be sure to delete that shit right away. If your brain explodes all over my carpet I'll be seriously pissed." Nishi fell back against the sofa and began to laugh.
Izumi got up to put his things away in his bedroom as he reappeared he closed the door behind him and noticed Nishi had put laptop on the coffee table and was watching him.
"Can I make us dinner? I'm hungry." Izumi was slightly taken back at such a simple question.
"You can cook?" He asked.
"Not really, but apparently better then you if breakfast was anything to go by."
oOo
Twenty minutes later Izumi was sitting in front of a bowl of stew. It smelled pretty good. Izumi took the first slurp. It was a pretty good mix of vegetables and some meat. His new house guest had found a way to make himself useful. Good.
"You hated my cooking that much huh?" Izumi said grinning taking another slurp.
"Not really, I dont think you look right cooking." Nishi said blowing on his spoon.
"You look much cooler..." Nishi caught Izumi's eye then looked down to his bowl. "Killing things..."
oOo
As it started to get late Nishi unzipped the black luggage bag and pulled out a T-shirt and sweatpants and undressed. Izumi who was washing dishes turned his head with the internal thought of,
He really doesn't mind changing in front of me?
This was obviously not really a big deal. Students changed for gym class in front of each other. But this was weird. Izumi stared at him, pretending to still washs dishes.
Nishi had his back to him. As he bent over Izumi watched the bones of his spine move. As he put the new shirt on Izumi watched how it draped over his small frame. He looked at how small his ankles were when he removed his pants every inch of skin up to gray boxers Izumi examined from afar until the boxer's came off. Then his mind went a little numb and his stomach twisted into knots. Nishi bent forward to pick up the new pair and Izumi felt the blood swelling below. Once Nishi had the boxers and the pants back on Izumi felt his heart rate start to steady.
Izumi had started to turn out the lights and Nishi had already set up his bed on the sofa.
"Goodnight" Nishi said as Izumi opened his bedroom door.
"Night, Nishi." He said closing it behind him.
oOo
Hours later Izumi laid wide awake in bed. The covers had been thrown off and he was now roughly petting himself in silence. His black hair sprawled across his remaining pillow and his eyes screwed shut. His hand moved up and down his erection it seemed like he'd been at this forever. It stood straight up bobbing and pulsing as Izumi rubbed his fingers over the head and tracing the veins while his other hand smoothed over his thighs and stomach. All his tricks to get himself off and still no relief.
What was driving him insane was just behind that thin layer of wall in front of him was a boy who he could easily make give him that relief. It could be so easy. Izumi's eyes dipped of the bed to the corner of his room the new H-gun was right there. He could open up his door, or just blast a hole through the wall. He could grab the kid by the hair and force his hot mouth right down on his throbbing length. He could roughly grab him slam him on the bed strip him down and thrust right into him. Izumi constricted his hand roughly around his erection. Izumi's mind fogged as his thoughts became more explicit.
He could do anything he fucking wanted to that kid.
Nobody knew where the fuck was and nobody would care.
Izumi would bet he was so tight it would hurt.
He would bet he'd suck him in and pulsate around him.
But he would also cry and scream.
But he could always kill him.
It would be so much easier then killing aliens. He could snap his delicate spine. Twist his neck till it broke, he could smother him, choke him. He could blast him with a gun. His erection was so painful now it pulsed and angry red it was fully hard now it was was almost hitting his stomach but only leaking occasionally. Izumi kept up his pace frustrated about how long this was taking.
Kicking and screaming wasn't how Izumi wanted Nishi. He wanted him flushed, blushing like he had for the blood spill. Not shaking from his touch but squirming towards it. He wanted to touch the soft black fringe of his bangs. Izumi wanted the boy to ride him. To impale himself on his length and watch the boy to see how much of him he could take in. The facial expression. His rising arousal. Izumi rubbed the hard tip again feeling more pre cum leaking from the slit.
He imagined Nishi on top of him, moving as quickly as he could. Then he would come crying out flushed. He'd spill himself on Izumi's stomach and he would fill the boy. Izumi felt his stomach twist again and came into his hand. A small noise ripped form his throat.
Izumi groaned grabbing some tissues.
Now he was sweaty and hot but he finally manged to fall asleep.
A/N:
Yes, please review! I plan to keep going with this actually but its just gonna take a long ass time because I want to write it in long chapters. However I think this might be already the longest Gantz fic that's not of O/C ever written in English. (If its not hook me up! Wanna read that! Not nearly enough Gantz fic or slash!)