Rating: M
This contains malexmale action, you've been warned!
NezumixShion
Chapter 4:
No Take Backs
"Love does not care to define and is never in a hurry to do so."
- Charles du Bos
"Hey! Nezumi! Wait up!" A boy the size of a college football player barreled through the hallway towards Nezumi. Nezumi was standing in the hallway listening to the conversations around him. Although he loved to talk it was interesting to just sit back and listen. Each person had a different voice, a different pitch, a different tone. If you listened hard enough you could pick out a single voice in a crowd. Their conversations could be frivolous about a boy who doesn't like them or ruining a pair of shoes. But just was easily, the conversations could grow dark. A brother who had died, parents who divorced, or a friend who had committed suicide. Nezumi learned to do this. As a foster child he never had a voice. All he learned was to listen and to keep quiet. If he didn't keep quiet, well, it was back on the streets for him. Some would say it was just a habit of his. He knew many voices and they were all embedded in his mind.
Nezumi looked over towards the voice and saw Mitty bounding towards him. Nezumi instantly rolled his eyes. Mitty had been annoying him lately. Somehow, even though they weren't that close, Mitty seemed to know him better than anyone else. He knew something was on Nezumi's mind. What he didn't know was that the problem came in the form of a boy named Shion. And Nezumi wasn't planning on him finding out anytime soon. Not until he could figure out what to do about the situation.
"Yeah, man, what's up?" Nezumi answered. Not that he really cared what Mitty had to say. Since that day with Shion a week ago he really didn't give a fuck about anything.
"Yo, you going to the party tonight at-"At that moment Mitty was interrupted by a girl's voice.
"At my hotel." The voice finished for Mitty. Nezumi was dreading to turn around and see the operator of the voice. He knew that voice, hated that voice.
"Don't you mean your parents hotel?" Nezumi inquired. He turned around and faced the person who had walked up behind him. He instantly regretted it.
"Hey, Inukasha" Mitty commented, enticed. Nezumi hated the name, hated the voice, and hated the person who held both. To the right and left of her stood some beach binbo's that looked more like Chihuahua's than like human beings. Especially, how they followed her around like they were on a leash. How the person seemed to get on his nerves? Inukasha was her name, a classic 5-star bitch in Nezumi's eyes. Some would call her part of the "clique" or some shit.
The girls hated and envied her. The boys wanted to get into her pants. Either way both genders knew, no matter what, to not piss her off. She was at the top of the pyramid around here and she held that place with power. Her parents owned dozens of hotels across the world. They were probably one of the most influential families on this hellhole of a school. If something didn't go the way their 'little, perfect daughter' liked it they would just call up the school board. Nezumi didn't really care about her stance in the social pyramid; he just knew she was an infuriating person.
They fought constantly. Nezumi first met her on his third week of school as a first year. She had come up to him and told him how she's had her eye on him for a while now. Nezumi was instantly disgusted and knew the question she was getting at. When she finally asked him to go out with her he had turned her down, hard. She didn't take it too lightly, growing aggressive. Since that moment, they had constantly bickered and ignored each other. Nezumi's comments against her usually went through her but every now and then an insulting remark of his would hit her square in the face, and that's when he took the most enjoyment. He really didn't want to see her right now, wasn't in the mood.
"Nezumi, don't come." Inukasha regarded the boy as a flea more than a rejection.
"I wasn't planning on going anyways. Especially now you're going. Are you really willing to go and ruin the whole party for everyone?" Nezumi sniped. He didn't want her to think she has him cornered in this conversation.
"The only one to ruin a party right now is you and your attitude. What is up with you lately, anyways?" So even she has noticed the change in Nezumi's attitude. He didn't like everyone asking about him. Sure, he agrees, he's changed. He always has something on his mind now and it shows. If only he could figure out what do about Shion.
"It's not your problem." Nezumi snapped towards Inukasha.
"Oh, snippy today, are we? Mitty, I have to talk to you about party arrangements. Follow." Inukasha started to walk away and Mitty followed her giving Nezumi a quick nod as a goodbye. That boy always followed her around. Nezumi knew it was because Mitty's ultimate goal is to get into her pants. Nezumi has heard her mention she has better standards, however. Nezumi stayed behind as they stalked off, the Chihuahua's following close behind.
That's what a lot of people called the blonde girls that always stood around Inukasha. Inukasha's dark brown hair reflected off their platinum hair. They seemed to be trying to be more Inukasha than Inukasha herself. They tanned their skin, trying to make their skin as dark as Inukasha's too. However, no matter how much they tanned their skin the color couldn't compare to the original Inukasha's light mocha skin. It made her stand out compared to them and she took pride in it. She wore more sensible clothes than the others too. Many of the Chihuahua's clothing looked more like pillowcases. Just short dresses and low cut tops. The drool coming from half the guys at this school is idiotic. Personally, Nezumi didn't find them delectable. Anyone dressing as such is obviously trying too hard for attention. Attention-seekers, Nezumi hated attention-seekers. He mostly tried to ignore the group. They were mostly drama ridden, unwanted, childish drama.
Nezumi knew the bell for his next class would ring soon, but he didn't feel like going to class today. Maybe, he'll spend the hour up on the roof. Nezumi was sick of going to class. He knew most of the answers, aced his tests, and did all his work (for the most part). He'd have better achievements out in the real world. He didn't have long until he could finally leave this blasted school and live on his own. He had a dream of living in New York, and becoming the best in Broadway. But like all things, it was a dream. It was a sliver of hope of something that will never happen. Nezumi was an orphan, an unwanted being, unknown to the world. The world didn't want someone with his deceit and impurity. The world wanted perfect children with a lot of money. It was something he could never be. He could reach toward it but it wouldn't reach back.
He sighed, instantly conflicted. He hated thinking about his future because he didn't know where it would go. He only imagines himself trying to survive day to day on the streets, unwanted. Nezumi started towards the roof of the school, to skip class, when he heard something that peaked at his attention.
"Shion, just go! Ask for it! Stick it to the man!" The voice was instantly recognized by Nezumi. It was that girl, er, oh, Ann. The red-head with a big mouth, and she was talking to Shion. Nezumi heard the voice from behind him. She probably meant to whisper but her words came out clear enough for several people to hear. Nezumi let out a soft chuckle. He already knew what this was about.
For the past week, since that time he had kissed Shion, Shion has been trying to get his book back. He had accidently left Frankenstein with Nezumi and being the kind person he was Nezumi has held onto the book for him. For the past 6 days, Shion has been coming up to Nezumi, trying to get his book back. But Shion would simply not look Nezumi in the face and would lower his eyes. He was so shy that Nezumi actually found it cute. The boy was obviously embarrassed but Nezumi paid no mind. He has told the Shion several times that if he wanted the book back he had to come to Nezumi's room and get it himself since Nezumi doesn't keep it on him. Every single time Shion has refused and would ask Nezumi to bring it next time. Of course, Nezumi would "forget" to bring it. Nezumi knew he was an asshole but the boy was just so interesting to watch. He heard a shuffle of feet from behind him.
"Er, Nezumi?" Nezumi turned around and faced Shion. Shion instantly looked down. Nezumi was starting to get a little sick of the same reaction.
"You know, you don't have to be so embarrassed." Nezumi stated. Shion looked like he wanted to disappear at this point.
"Then, I might as well tell everyone. HEY EV-"Nezumi was instantly cut off by a hand coming across his mouth and Shion's eyes had finally left the floor and was staring Nezumi in the face. Finally, Nezumi thought, he could see those bright red eyes for himself. They were incredible. The color could capture a person, entice them. Nezumi wondered if they were even natural.
"Ok! OK! I'm sorry!" Shion quickly apologized for his shyness. Nezumi let out another chuckle.
"Look! You're looking me in the face!" He pointed out to Shion. Shion seemed a little shocked at this which amused Nezumi. Shion stayed facing Nezumi, however, and it seemed like he didn't care much for staring down anymore.
"I was wondering if you finally have my book." Shion asked the same question everyday and everyday Nezumi would follow with the same answer.
"Nope, sorry, I forgot in my room. If you want it back, come and get it." But this time Nezumi didn't get the usual response of "Oh, okay, try to bring it tomorrow". Instead he was caught completely off guard.
"Fine, I can come tonight to get it. What room are you?" Nezumi was flabbergasted that the boy actually agreed. He never actually expected him too. He didn't exactly plan this far ahead. Would Shion actually be coming to his room?
"It's room 528. I'll be there all night." He responded. Shion nodded.
"See you then." And with that Shion walked away towards the awaiting Anne, a couple feet away. As the two walked away, Nezumi was left standing there. Shion never ceased to surprise Nezumi, but maybe, that's what he liked best about him. He was surprising and interesting and open-minded. Nezumi never expected to have such an interest in him, but here he is today with the thought of Shion running through his mind. There was something more important he had to think about. What would Nezumi do now that Shion was coming to his room? He didn't exactly trust himself. Why did he even invite the boy in the first place? He couldn't even think straight lately. All these new feelings were unknown to Nezumi; he didn't know how to deal with them. What to do with them or how to react to them. He just knew he had a lot to learn about this subject matter.
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Shion walked down the hallway of the boy's dormitory. He wasn't expecting to be down this hallway tonight. Shion lived on the first floor and Nezumi lived on the fifth floor. Because of this they didn't see each other often. Shion was kind of glad of that. He had felt embarrassed since that time in the library. Shion really didn't understand what it had meant in the long run, however. What was the kiss? Honestly, Shion didn't know. It was a whole different experience for him. He wasn't even sure how a kiss worked in the first place. It had actually felt alright, he'll admit. The warmth of Nezumi's lips against his own was like light warmth spreading across his body. It was something he had never felt before that moment. But then Nezumi, Nezumi's tongue, had started to poke wet and hot against Shion's lips. That's when Shion freaked out. What was a tongue doing? He had asked Anne later, embarrassed. Anne laughed at him and said something about virgins. Anne then went on to explain that when people kiss, it's expected to use your tongue. Shion didn't know that.
He knew he was inexperienced, unknown to the world. He wasn't a shielded child but, he never had anyone to discuss this with. He had his mother, but he never asked her. He didn't have any friends to talk to. He knew the mechanics to sex, learned it in school. He didn't know much of anything else, however. Shion finally made it to room 528 and stopped. He wanted to knock but he was regretting his decision to come here tonight. What if this just complicated things? What if Shion couldn't compose himself again? Nezumi yelling in the hallway knocked a little conscious into Shion's mind. He realized he can't be embarrassed in front of Nezumi because Nezumi would take advantage of it. He lifted his hand up and knocked. He knocked a couple times when a voice sounded from inside the room.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Just come in." Nezumi's voice was muffled but Shion got the message loud and clear. He felt a little uncomfortable walking into a room without anyone opening the door for him. He did as was told and walked in. The room, itself, was filthy. Clothes scattered the ground and a heavy linger of sweat filled the air. The room was completely different than the other rooms in the dormitory. It looked like the room was rearranged in some sort of fashion.
It was when Shion walked into the middle of the room did he notice Nezumi. Nezumi was lying on a bed, reading a book. His eyes skimmed the pages. Nezumi's eyes usually looked uncaring, dark. They were grey, stormy eyes that were unmoving. But as Shion watched Nezumi read he noticed the tint of light in those stormy eyes. Nezumi took in each word with willingness. Shion found this sight of Nezumi, actually, kind of breathtaking. Even in the dirty room he looked somewhat poetic. Shion had never seen him look like this. He wanted to reach out and touch Nezumi in that moment, to capture the essence of this feeling. Nezumi coughed, pulling Shion out of his thoughts.
"You just gonna stand there and stare, or are you going to say something?" Nezumi yawned, clearly bored.
"Oh, sorry, it's just you look really natural reading. What are you reading?" With those words Nezumi's eyebrows rose, clearly perplexed. He'd been called natural before but that was on a stage in front of professional talent agents. Shion wasn't experienced enough to know the look of natural. What had Shion meant by those words? What exactly was 'natural' to him?
"The Stranger by Albert Camus." Nezumi answered. They way Shion's eyebrows frivoled proved he's never heard of it.
"Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter. Ever hear of that line?" Shion shook his head and Nezumi sighed. The boy was obviously clueless about the classics. He had a lot to learn. Mr. Hester had his work cut out for him, and, well as Shion's tutor, so did Nezumi. He knew the boy was smart, though, he'd figure it out eventually. An uncomfortable silence followed the boy's conversation.
"Anyways, hold on, I have to find your book first." Nezumi mentioned, jumping off the bed. He started to look around the room.
"Hey, why is your room arranged differently than the other rooms?" Shion finally inferred. Compared to his own room, Nezumi's room had the beds on opposite walls with the computer desks between them. Shion has to say that there was more walking room and easier accessibility in the room compared to his own. Nezumi stopped looking momentarily and thought for a second.
"Well, I didn't like how the room looked before. It looked like all the other rooms, there was no variety. So when I moved in here I switched the room around a bit. Plus Mitty likes change." Shion nodded along with his answer until he heard the name Mitty. The name wasn't familiar to Shion.
"Mitty?"
"Yeah, my roommate." Oh, a roommate, duh. Shion had a roommate himself. The boy was named Phinny. He was a quiet boy who Shion only saw around his room every 3 days or so. Shion really didn't know where Phinny went half the time, he just never saw him.
"You have to keep quiet though, keep a secret. I could get in trouble, ok." Nezumi said, with a hint of a smile. Shion nodded, promising to keep the secret. Nezumi finally grunted and pulled the book from underneath a desk. Shion noticed that he looked under both beds but skipped looking under the desk. It's as if he was holding off finding the book. Shion was probably wrong, just some imagination. Nezumi gave Shion back his book and Shion thanked him. As Shion turned around to walk away Nezumi's hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled Shion into him. Shion's body went rigid.
"Were you worried I'd do something like this the whole time?" Nezumi whispered, getting closer to Shion's ear. Shion could feel a trickle of shivers roll down his spine as Nezumi's breath hit his ear.
"Yes." Shion whispered back, confirming Nezumi's suspicions. Nezumi chuckled under his breath, softly. He turned Shion around to face him and stared at his face. Shion suddenly felt very self-conscious and started to look down when Nezumi's hand grabbed his chin. Shion's face was squished as Nezumi moved Shion's head side-to-side.
"What is so different about you?" Nezumi mumbled under his breath. Shion didn't know what he meant. He just knew he wasn't in a comfortable situation. Finally, Nezumi bent down so his height matched Shion's.
"I'm going to kiss you." Nezumi muttered with a soft voice. And before Shion could reject him or move away his mouth was blocked. Shion's eyes went wide as this kiss was rougher than the first. He didn't know how to react to him. The tongue slip came faster than last time and Nezumi's tongue was already trying to push itself into Shion's mouth. Shion knew he should move away, do something.
He opened his mouth slightly, to grab a breath, but it gave Nezumi a chance to sneak his tongue into Shion's mouth. Shion tried to back away but Nezumi's hand was on the back of his head, and stayed firmly there. Nezumi's tongue clashed with Shion's own tongue and started to push against it, awaiting a response. Shion felt something in his lower abdomen he hasn't felt before. The more Nezumi attacked his tongue, the hotter that region felt.
Shion, slowly, responded, just pushing against Nezumi's tongue, wanting to feel that heat even more. Nezumi's breath hitched and started rubbing Shion's back in circles. The smell of Shion's hair was intoxicating to Nezumi, making him want to get closer to Shion. He started to push his body closer to Shion's body and Shion's body instantly responded by pushing back. Shion's hands started to wrap around Nezumi, feeling awkward at their original position at his sides.
One of Nezumi's hands slipped from Shion's back to his chest and started to touch up Shion's stomach and chest through his shirt. It was when Nezumi's hand stopped and began to touch Shion's nipples through his shirt that Shion started to fully process what was going on. He jumped back with a speed he didn't have before, kicking Nezumi in the knee, breaking them apart. Shion slipped and fell to the ground.
"Why is it every time I kiss you I get hurt!?" Nezumi half-yelled, clearly in pain. Shion picked himself up, flustered and breathing heavily. He didn't even want to apologize to Nezumi this time. He just shook his head, trying to process what had just happened.
"We-we can't do that again!" Shion finally blurted out. Nezumi looked up, anger flashing in his eyes at the boy's reaction.
"Why? You responded!" Nezumi didn't like all the blame put on him. He means its Shion's fault he's like this in the first place. If the boy wasn't so damn appealing to him he wouldn't have this problem.
"I know." Shion whispered, distraught with how he reacted. He'd never done anything like that before. Nezumi was just trying to mess with him in the first place. Shion wanted this to stop, before Shion started to misunderstand what was happening.
"Stop! Why are you trying to mess with my head?" Shion finally broke, yelling the last part. He didn't want to be messed around with. He wasn't a toy that could just be thrown away. Nezumi probably just wanted to watch his reactions and embarrassment. He wanted to make fun of Shion. Like everyone else did. They made fun of his scar, a curse brought upon his face. They laughed at the fact he had no friends. They taunted him when he cried. They showed off their father's because they knew Shion didn't have one. Everyone would just mess with him and he just wanted to be left alone. He didn't want this.
"Why does everyone make fun of me?" Shion yelled again, trying to keep his voice from quivering. He didn't want to start crying. Nezumi's eyes went wide. He instantly grabbed Shion's wrist and pulled Shion's face to his own, as to stare straight through Shion.
"I'm not messing around." Shion's voice caught in his throat as he took notice to what Nezumi had meant with that one, simple line. He wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe that someone would like him enough to kiss him. That someone would like him enough to want to see him.
"Shion, I think I'm interested in you." Nezumi's voice was low and Shion fully realized what Nezumi was trying to say. Shion looked into Nezumi's eyes and was speechless. How was he supposed to react to something like that?
"Why?" It was the only thing that Shion could get out of his mouth. The question took Nezumi off guard. Hell, if he should know. That's what he's been trying to figure out all along now. He didn't even know himself. He just knew Shion was interesting and intriguing. Something about Shion drew Nezumi towards him. Nezumi felt himself want to get closer, to know him better. Just hearing Shion's voice made Nezumi turn around and want him.
"Honestly, I'm not sure." Nezumi answered honestly. He wasn't going to make up some shit. He just couldn't figure out Shion. That outburst took Nezumi by surprise once again and he knew he couldn't let him leave. Shion seemed to think he was just messing with him. Nezumi wish he was but he knew wasn't. They were standing alone, Nezumi clasping his arm, in the middle of room.
"I'm sorry but I don't feel the same way." Shion finally said. He didn't know if he said that right. He's never been confessed to so he didn't know how to react. He hopes he wasn't too harsh. Nezumi wasn't surprised by that answer. Nezumi was the only one interested at the moment, he fully acknowledged that.
"I know you're not interested in me but I'll take it against myself to make you have feelings for me too. It doesn't have to be tomorrow, next week, or next month. I will make you love me." Nezumi responded. His words were tumbling out of his mouth at this point. No matter, the words were true. Nezumi wouldn't back down from a challenge, especially one that involves Shion. Shion, pure, innocent Shion will develop feelings for him too.
Shion thought for a second, weighing his options. Could he really develop feelings for someone as sarcastic and rude as Nezumi? But Shion saw something under Nezumi's hard exterior. He knew something else was there other than a cold personality. Honestly, Shion was a little worried to leave Nezumi alone, rejected.
"Do whatever. But for now we stay friends." Shion commented. Nezumi was intrigued by this notion. He couldn't believe the boy still wanted to be friends after everything that had happened. He knew most people wouldn't even get close to Nezumi. They would be too worried about themselves or how Nezumi could attack them next time. Nezumi wanted to object to the "friends" part but held himself back as best as he could. This was better than he had thought he would get. A part of him was hoping Shion would full-out reject him. Maybe it would end his frivolous feelings for the boy.
But he just found himself wanting to know the boy even more. He bit his lip, and nodded along to Shion's demands. He was confident in himself. He had a say in the outcome and he was sure it would come out to his favor. Shion, happy with the response, knew it was time to go. Too much had happened for him to stay here.
"I have to go now; I have a lot of homework. Thank you for the book!" Shion sounded cheerful and forgetful. Nezumi smiled in spite of himself. The boy knew how to turn an awkward situation into good outcome. As Shion walked away Nezumi called to him.
"Don't forget our tutoring at 7!" Shion put his hand on the doorknob and turned around to face Nezumi.
"Of course not!" He responded with a huge grin on his face and with that he left Nezumi in the room alone. Nezumi stood there thinking, waiting. How that simple grin turned Nezumi's head 360 degrees. Nezumi was smiling like an idiot. He was alone so it didn't matter. He felt lighter, he actually felt somewhat happier. Kind of like something had finally gone right in his life.
I'm so glad I got this out when I planned to. I was a bit busy this week so I got worried, but it all worked out. THANK YOU all that have reviewed, followed, and favorited! It makes me really happy to see you guys enjoying this! It also gives me the motivation to keep going. I'm going to ask if some of you could possible review or even shoot me a pm and tell me how my smut was? Anything helpful would be truly appreciated. Please review, follow, and favorite and I'll be sure to get the next chapter out sometime next week!
