Mmm lots of ChikaYasu in this chapter... but I'm still on this stage, so I can't really write much about ChikaNari :O I promise I'll do lots of them later! Well, this is a ChikaNari fanfic... =D
While our young master was busy with his study in the school, his bodyguard decided that hanging out in a cafe was a decent option to do. With him was a guy named Tokugawa Ieyasu, the type of a nice boss who sometimes could over-trust someone and ended up getting backstabbed.
Motochika was once assigned to be Ieyasu's bodyguard. He didn't mind those months with him at all, because unlike Mori, he knew how to be polite and restrain himself from hurting others. Ieyasu actually didn't need a bodyguard. He could take care of himself and could fight using his fists excellently. Well, it was, however, a crucial time when he needed a bait to make himself looked helpless. They got along really well and even when his job was finished, they still meet up pretty often to catch up with each other. In fact, a few months ago, Motochika casually blurted out the confession that he had planned for at least a week and it ruined the moment. Nevertheless, being the Ieyasu he is, he just laughed and didn't think it was embarrassing at all. He accepted Motochika's confession with blush all over and they started going out ever since.
"So, how's your new job going?" Ieyasu asked, sipping his coffee while staring at his lover, waiting for an answer. It didn't take long for Motochika to say something.
"That little brat doesn't know how to be nice to people. After my duty is finished, I'll be sure to hit him hard on his head so that he would remember me well." The silver-haired male grumbled, clearly not pleased. "I guess I'll just enjoy every second when he's in the school."
Ieyasu laughed when he heard that statement. "Mm, but I saw you getting surrounded by a group of girls in front of his school. Surely, it can't be that bad."
"You know me better than that, Ieyasu. Girls scare me." He answered as he stirred the cup of the almost completely drained latte on the table. "You were just being sarcastic, weren't you?"
"Yes and no," He smiled, finishing the rest of his cappuccino while he stole a glance at the watch on his left arm. "Okay, I think I have to go now." The brunette stood up from his seat
"It hasn't even been an hour," Motochika whined, silently begging for Ieyasu to stay and listen to some more of his rant. "Can't you stay?"
"You clearly know my answer, Motochika," He chuckled. They both walked out of the café side by side. The other male sighed in defeat. Once they were outside, Ieyasu was about to walk off, but he stopped when Motochika's hand grabbed his arm. He turned around in an instant and found warmth brushed his lips. "Motochika! Why did you…"
"It's been awhile since we last done it, right?" He stated calmly.
Ieyasu stood there, frozen, his face was red all over. "B-but…"
Motochika looked awfully serious but a second later, he cracked up and hit his lover on the back playfully. "I was just kidding! There is no way I'd invite you to do it in the middle of the day, just before you go off to work too."
"Motochika!" Ieyasu blushed after he realised how stupid he had been. "Don't make joke like that!" The silver-haired male laughed even more at the reaction of his lover. Ieyasu couldn't help smiling a heartbeat later. They both bid goodbyes after.
"Shit, I'm all alone again," Motochika complained to himself as he rested his face on the steering wheel inside the parked car. He looked at the digital clock attached inside. "Four and a half more hours of waiting before that brat finished his school." He rummaged through his pocket and retrieved a dark purple cell phone. "I wonder if the Dragon is free today."
He sighed and pulled the lever by the side of the driver's seat and it was pushed backwards less than a second later. Motochika rested his head on the comfortable end of the seat, dozing off lazily. The Dragon, Date Masamune used to be one of his customers' friend and it was funny how they both each have eyepatch in different side of their eyes and some had called them 'eyepatch bros'. They were so similar in personality, strength and stubbornness and couldn't help arguing almost every time they meet. But they held a huge respect towards each other.
Motochika drove to the school and parked the car nearby, he got out to buy something from the convenient store in the area. He peered through the metal railing of the back of the school to see a class was doing sport. He noticed that some of the girls that had surrounded him that morning were there. Mori could be spotted among the group, looking so unexcited and bored; well, not that he ever showed any other expression.
However, he performed well in the sport that they were doing despite that frail and feminine figure of his; he could do way better had he cooperate with other team members, though. Not that it actually crossed Motochika's mind that his individualistic master would do such thing.
"So which one is your new employer?" A voice boomed from beside him, almost made him jumped in surprise and bang his head on the metal. "A girl? Rabu rabu?" Keiji grinned, gesturing a heart with his hands.
"I already have a lover, mind you," Motochika grumbled, trying to put his heart which jumped out because of the shock back on the rightful place. "And my employer's son is that brunette, the one with lazy eyes and..." He couldn't help stopping when he saw Mori's smooth, smooth legs and beautiful curves. "Uh, a guy."
"That one?"
"No, left."
"That?"
"Nope, go right."
"Uh, that one, then?" When he saw Motochika nodded, he laughed. "Ahahahah! What a feminine figure! Look at those long, smooth legs!"
"Ssh!" He warned, smacking Keiji's mouth with his hands when he saw Mori was looking at them with a pair of intimidating eyes. "Say that out loud and I'll be the one to get mentally bashed up!" The pair then exchanged chuckles and continued looking at the high-schoolers doing sport, while keeping their own conversation going. Mori was no longer looking at them as he thought that it was just wasting his time.
Hours passed and the school ended. Mori strolled elegantly to the waiting Motochika near the expensive car. He had his usual grin with him as he waved friendly towards his new master; Mori clicked his tongue and went pass him without saying anything, stopping in front of the door of the car. The bodyguard sighed, opening the door for him, and he walked forward, sitting inside before Motochika closed the door.
"So, how was school?" Motochika asked as he pushed on the gas gently. However, Mori didn't answer, and instead, he took off the glasses and said nothing but crossed his feet, looking out of the window uninterestedly. "What do you want to have for dinner?"
"Can you cook?" He raised his voice in surprise but maintained his expression cold.
"No."
"I knew it," Mori sighed, turning his glance back to the road.
"We can eat out, you know."
"Waste of money, waste of time, not good for my health," Mori responded, and Motochika realised that he wasn't using inclusive language; 'my' instead of 'our'. He said nothing but shook his head faintly. Pretty face, intelligent brain, nice body, but needed to be taught basic manner.
"Mori, what did you parents taught you when you were little?" He sighed, couldn't help asking.
"They taught me how to take care of myself; they were never home," Through the dragging voice that he always used, a foreign tone was implied on it. And Motochika knew it was loneliness. He gazed at the rear-view mirror to look at his master's expression clearer, and he was still looking out of the window, uninterested. "I am grateful of that. I do not require anyone to hold my hands."
Motochika smiled lightly; he was just trying to cover everything up, being frightened that the defence that he had built for years might fall apart and uncover his true facade. Well, that kind of thinking crossed Motochika's mind but he quickly distinguished it as he thought that it was plain impossible for Mori to feel anything other than the happiness he gain when others suffer. "You say you need no one to hold your hands. Are you sure it's not because no one want to do so?"
Mori's lips curled and his eyes narrowed even more than it usually were. "Using such offensive language to me, your master. You do realise I can dismiss you for that."
"Hey, I don't mind," Motochika responded. "I'd love to be free from you anyway. Go ahead and fire me, master."
Mori's expression stiffened and Motochika apprehended the fact that he had crossed the line. "May you cripple beneath the sun, you putrid pirate."
"Humph," Motochika sneered when he heard that now he was referred as pirate by his master. However, he didn't say anything anymore, as he thought that it was enough already; he didn't want to get himself into further trouble and have Mori throwing random words from dictionary to him. "Smile, Mori!"
He was answered with a glare, just as expected.
"I'm sure you can do better than that," He stuck his tongue out playfully. "What a waste of look..." Before he could continue, his phone rang and he picked it up, didn't care about anything else even though he was driving. "Yes, who is calling?" He responded, changing his voice into creepy bass one; few seconds after, he laughed and his original voice was back. "Don't you just love my voice? I know you do. Hahaha! How many times do I have to tell you not to mother me around?"
"The road, pirate!"
"Crap!" Motochika exclaimed as he jerked the steer sideways, dropping his phone in process. "Shit," He grumbled, half trying to pay attention at the road with one hand on the steer and the other running on the ground to search for his cell. When he finally found it, he smiled victoriously. "Sorry about that! What? Hey, I told you not to mother me! I can look after myself, you see... whoa!" Motochika gasped when a car just went pass him in a great speed. "No, no! Don't hang up! Ieyasu!"
"Do you want to die that badly?" Without even trying to look back, Motochika knew that Mori was already pissed off. "You are supposed to be a bodyguard. If you keep this up, you will end up killing me."
"Your fault for not keeping me entertained." Motochika mouthed, but he didn't reply to his master's scolding. He, as stupid as he might be, knew that he was being so overly ignorant. "I apologise, and I promised not to do such thing again."
"This is your last chance, pirate. You better prove to me that you are not just a street punk." Motochika nodded in understanding and spent the rest of the way home in silence.
"Ugh, I'm beat!" Motochika whinged, throwing himself onto the sofa while putting his cell on loudspeaker. "That guy is just too much!"
The guy behind the other cell chuckled. "You have to admit that you went over the line with the way you expressed your opinion, though. Your new master sounds like a brilliant guy, and I'm pretty sure he already got what your feelings towards him are."
"Are you on his side?" He glared, even though he was pretty sure he couldn't see his expression. "Please tell me no, Ieyasu. You haven't even seen him. He's the worst."
"Guess what, Motochika? You set your phone on loudspeaker. If he comes while you were badmouthing him, then you'll be screwed."
"Well, true... But I need somewhere to rant to," He groaned. "And you're always free whenever I need to shout things out. You're like my little private garbage bin."
"Gee, thanks."
"Don't mention it," Both males on the phone shared laughter and he quickly shut up when he saw Mori walking with towel around his neck, hair wet. "Oh, are you done?"
"No, I'm still bathing," Mori grunted, obvious sarcasm was on his response. "Please lower your voice volume. It's making my ears suffer."
"Moooorriii!" Motochika grinned, looking at his master from the toe to the tip of his hair. "You look great with your hair wet and that bathing suit. I bet lots of girls, or even guys will be attracted!"
Without warning whatsoever, Mori grabbed the TV remote by his side and threw it to his bodyguard's head and the battery came out of the place as a result. "Ye-ouch! That hurts like hell!"
"Good. Seeing you smile and being all cheerful ruins my day. Keep that frown on and keep yourself out of my hair." Mori glared, turned his back and walked off.
"Hear that, Ieyasu? He hit me with that remote!"
"I do believe you deserve that," Ieyasu chuckled.
"Wha-? Are you serious? That's the worst thing to say to me! Poor word choice, I'll get back to you tomorrow." They both laughed again, while Mori still standing in the place where he would be out of Motochika's sight but could still clearly hear the conversation.
"Pesky pirate." He shook his head.
