Title: The Visitor, Chapter 4
Summary: Shion was just about to leave him. Not for good, but at least to teach him a thing or two. The only problem is, he's sure they can reconnect after the accident damages his lover. AU.
Rating: M
Warnings: -Yes, there shall be smexy lemony goodness. There is also a language warning.
-In this story Nezumi is two years older than Shion; and it takes place in the future so they're 20 and 22.
-OOC-ness.
-Remember the pretty prostitute and Nezumi's director for this one, okay? I'll be giving them the names of Irene and Tony. Just helps the story along, so myeh!
-Also, I do prefer violet eyed, no marking on face Shion and short haired Nezumi. "Novel style". If you don't know what that looks like, go to my profile and click on the picture links I have there~!
-Inspired by "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight" by The Postal Service. Check it out sometime.
Pairings: -NezuShi -Rikiga married Karan -one-sided ShiSafu
+D.C. sleeps alone tonight…+
Two weeks had gone past since the promotion, and he was sure he was doing a good job. Irene had insisted he continue 'flirting' with these customers, he was a 'hostess' after all… . He had to admit, he never understood why so many men showed up. They knew over 90 per cent of them were guys in drag, right?
He was flirtatious, yes. He tended to touch their arms, wave, do those things he had been tutored into doing since coming 'upstairs', but he didn't hide his voice, and his adam's apple was still there… . Part of him wished he knew how perverted this place was before he started working on the main floor.
Still, it wasn't so bad. People were starting to request him as his 'regulars' after such a short time, and he was going to get a chance to sing on the stage next week. He wondered how far up the ladder you could get up here…
"Eve." 'Eve'… Nezumi glanced up, already familiar with the alias. A man near the exit was calling him. He recognised him. He apparently worked on the basement floor as a security guard. Now, he was one of 'Eve's' regulars.
Nezumi moved gracefully in the heels over to the table, a small smile placed on the painted face, the question of 'what was his name again?' running behind fake-lashed eyes, eyeliner, blush, lipstick, and a copious amounts of makeup products.
"It's nice to see you again." He smiled slyly, for show. A look that said 'sneaking off work to come see me again? Tsk tsk.'
"Conk." The man added, chuckling. "And how could I get sick of seeing you? Come on, sit down, have a drink with me. Irene paid for the first round anyway."
"No!" Nezumi sat up on the couch, feeling himself shake. He was home; the play had ended just a few hours ago. Needless to say it had gone great, but he'd been thankful for the sleep after. Grey eyes searched the shadows until they adjusted.
Frowning, feeling uncomfortable, and sure someone was watching him somehow; the obsidian haired man shifted and moved off the couch. In the darkness, he could see the door back to the bedroom. Carefully, he tried to open it so it wouldn't squeak, but to no avail.
Shion was still asleep, comfortably wrapped in half of the warm blanket and his pyjamas. It was tempting, honestly. Nezumi hadn't fully understood his memories, he wasn't attached to them. He was more like a movie watcher simply connecting with the main character all too well but—he had to admit, even without the memories, he was starting to fall for the white haired man.
Sure Shion hadn't woken yet; the silver eyed man shut the door behind him and was thankful the bed hadn't creaked as he climbed in. Usually he was in here comforting Shion; who so far didn't seem to mind that Nezumi was still there come morning, but now—
Now he just wanted to be close to another living being, one who would make the dreams of potential —potential rape and waves of guilt, He felt sick to his stomach and he wanted it to stop.
The short dark haired shifted until he was close and felt Shion curl in closer. It was nice really… a guy could get used to something like this.
+Where I am…+
It was another decently busy night at The Rats Den; the music was pumping enough to get the bodies on what was a well sized dance floor moving to the point Nezumi was too active. So long as he and the others working stayed on top of it all, everything was fine. The blue glow off the neon lights inside gave the place a nice tone as the bass pounded louder.
Grey eyes looked up from the crowd of moving people to the other side of the bar, seeing a rare but familiar face. The dark haired chuckled lightly as he moved over to the lone girl.
"And to what do I owe this visit?" he smiled at the brunet. "Shouldn't you be studying or something?"
"I'm here with Ann." Safu rolled her eyes. "Someone had to stay sober enough to drive her home."
"Wise choice." Nezumi looked back at the crowd, finding the ginger and her boyfriend. "It's still a pleasure to see you again, M'lady."
"Well you're certainly acting like your old self." The brunette huffed, eyes rolling. "Though, from what I've seen, you're a good actor no matter what."
"I'm sorry, is there something wrong with acting?" An eyebrow raised as the older stared the younger down.
"It's ugly on you," she grumbled. "You're practically toying with him."
Nezumi took a step back, stuck in complete disbelief. Who was she to say such a thing and accuse him so easily?! "….I'm sorry, excuse me?"
"You know what I mean." Chocolate eyes glared. "I get you really don't remember everything, but by now, surely you know something. And if you keep playing with him I swear—"Safu was stuck, not knowing how to threaten the man. "—I'll have to try and talk him out of this nonsense."
"And what makes you think I remember anything? Did you ever consider I'm not happy completely cluelless on my life—"
"But you do know something!" she interrupted. "The way you act… it's not the same as someone who's cautious or afraid of finding something out. You act like you know more than you're leading on. You're acting, and its hurting Shion—so stop it." With that, the brunet stood, moving to find Ann and bring her back.
+Where I am…+
Shion was in class again, and there was still plenty of time until his return. Nezumi told himself that he should be sleeping. He should be getting enough rest to keep his body going without losing his mind. But… last night's events were still playing in his head. Safu was just accusing him that his memory was starting to come back, but she wasn't wrong. It just didn't feel like his—he felt like maybe he was prying into someone else's personal business . Even though that wasn't so.
Since these memories were his, and not some strangers, he was starting to get desperate to grasp them again. So, he forced himself to stay awake as he pulled a box from the closet down. It was filled of pictures in frames or albums, and others scattered around…
Greedily, he grabbed the albums and set them on the bed before getting himself situated. He pulled the first into his lap and started flipping through pages, looking—looking for anything that seemed familiar. It seemed to be full of random events really… only pages at a time did the pictures have any scenery in common. Then he realised the weather in most was sunny— Summers. An album of summer adventures most likely—probably their first by how old they looked.
Nezumi sighed, not finding any attachment to the beautiful scenes. Smiles, blue skies, ice cream, the beach, amusement parks… It looked perfect, but no actual events came to mind that weren't in the pictures…
"…Am I a lost cause?" he asked himself quietly. He shivered, deciding he didn't want an answer to confirm the thoughts. Instead, he set the album aside and started on the next. For hours on end, he stayed like that—going through the albums, the pictures, the framed shots—begging for some familiarity.
"… September seventh." He looked at the picture. It wasn't very large, probably meant for Nezumi's wallet actually. Shion stood there with an embarrassed smile on his face, his mother behind him beaming, and Nezumi next to him, a dollop of frosting on his finger that was dangerously close to Shion's face.
"2018." A soft smile came to his face as he started to remember that day. Nezumi and Karan had conspired to make a surprise party for the young brunet. Not long after the picture was taken, the violet eyed boy was practically smothered in a handful of cake frosting…
He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't help but laugh at the small memory. It wasn't much, but… it had been worth it. Grey eyes wondered over to the calendar and quickly, he started to pack the box away. The contents were stored away safely and he moved to the fridge, going down the list of 'emergency numbers' until he found his 'roommates' mothers.
Three hours later, the door opened to Nezumi relaxing on the couch, half-asleep with some news clip on.
"…Tired much?" Shion chuckled lightly, setting his pack down.
"Y'mom called…" The older yawned. "Said we should come over this weekend…"
"Oh… really?" Shion looked over at the phone. "…Well, alright, I guess we could."
+Where I am…+
Apparently, Shion had a bad knack for forgetting his birth date; which made the trip to Karan's house all the more easier. As soon as they got there, the kids distracted Shion and Nezumi managed to sneak off to find Karan.
"Anything I can help with?" grey eyes looked at the cherry cake she was decorating.
"I'm almost done." She beamed. "Can you find the candles for me? I think they're in the drawer by the kitchen knives."
Nezumi smiled lightly as he slipped past the woman and started scouting for the matches and their next victims. "Found them!"
"Excellent. Go get Shion, all right? We'll do dinner first. And make sure none of the younger ones give us away!" She chuckled to herself. Nezumi nodded and started out the door before he was called back. "Nezumi,thank you for doing this."
"… It's no problem." The taller of the two nodded, smiling gently before starting back out.
It didn't take much to get the troop back inside, though Nezumi was shooting death-glares to the youngest males as they started chuckling as the meal started to draw to a close.
"Alright, what's so funny?" Violet eyes turned to the other side of the table as his mother left the room to get dessert. "What prank did you pull now, Rico?"
"Wasn't me!" he said quickly, putting his hands up. "Nezumi did it!"
"Nezumi?" Shion turned to the man who was sitting on his left.
"You're going to believe Rico over me?" the older man questioned, sighing. "Honestly, how gullible..."
"….What did you do?" Shion insisted, frowning. "…Oh no, what's today?"
The boys started cracking up as Shion's eyes got wider, watching his mother come in with the sheet of cake.
"No, not again!" The white haired man moved to escape, only to be pulled back down by Rikiga and Nezumi, the older man laughing. "You know I hate surprise parties…" he whined lightly, frowning at the obsidian haired.
"Oops. Must have slipped my mind." He grinned devilishly.
"Liar!"
"Oh calm down, it's just your family." He chuckled, taking a bit of the frosting off the side of the cake and brushing it against the white haired man's cheek.
+*The Visitor*+
ElusiveIllusions: I would like to apologise for this chapter. Not much action, but the story is progressing, correct? Also, sorry for the late update…
Not much action on the (Tumblr) account Ellusive-Illusions, but that's okay. I got an offer for a beta but I haven't heard back from them since I asked how we should work this out, so still looking for one of those I guess!
Also, it's been worked out and official, "The Visitor" will be seven chapters long! Three more to go until I work on the next fanfiction!
hotguyxhotguy: Can we keep the name calling to a minimum…? I can't tell if you're joking like me and my friends do when we call each other names, but I would really appreciate it if you don't anymore…
Xo993: I'm glad others do think so!
Yamiro: N-Not trying to make him a slut! TT_TT Oh noes poor Eve… Okay, some of my stories are no better…. But still! *Hides*
Everyone else: Really, thank you all of you for your love and feedback, it really does mean so much to me!
-Edited by ErintheSaixPuppy on July 3rd 2012
-Revised by Eliea on July 19th 2012
-Revised by Mazriaz on August 9th, 2012