Well, here it is. Furihata had spent the day avoiding Akashi, avoiding him all during training by running away like a little bitch the other day when Akashi was facing his direction. He even spent extra-long in the locker room while training and it doesn't take that long to change so Furihata was sure he looked like he was peeping. And to drag it out even longer, Furihata had chatted up Kawahara and Fukuda until they asked him why he was acting so weird today.
And that wasn't really something he felt like answering right now, so Furihata bid a hasty good-bye when they reached their room, room 113. He had rushed through the U-shaped dorm until he got to his room, room 122. And now, he was, standing awkwardly outside of his own room, feeling a bit unwelcome and a lot like he really didn't want to face Akashi.
"I-I can always go back to Fukuda and Kawahara's room…" Furihata mumbled and opened the door, tensing as he stepped in and keeping his head down. It was like he had been out all night and didn't want to get busted by the parents. But there was no Akashi in sight and Furihata had a moment of crashing relief until the door opened behind him.
"What on Earth are you doing standing in front of the door like that Kouki-kun. Move, I can't get in," Akashi said and Furihata couldn't help it. He screamed like the devil himself had appeared and launched himself to the other side of the room, placing himself between the TV and the bed.
"W-wh…wh…wha…A-a-akashi you s-scared me!" Furihata sobbed, not quite crying but he was damn close to it. His heart was racing from fright and his breathing was disheveled, coming in fast pants and he gripped at his chest.
"Yes, I noticed. Thank you for enlightening me," Akashi looked very bemused by it all, whether he had been surprised by Furihata's scream or not, Furihata had either not seen it of Akashi had a heart of steel, harder than Kiyoshi's iron heart, unable to be moved.
"Why did you scream like that?" Akashi demanded, closing the door behind him and locking it, not wanting to bother with the pesky bystanders who had also heard Furihata's…surprise.
"And please remove yourself from that corner. You're cowering is very unbecoming," Akashi nit-picked Furihata out of being scared out of ten years off of his life. He slinked out of the corner, feebly sitting on his bed, hands clasped in his lap while he sort of look at Akashi but not exactly at the same time.
"I screamed because you snuck up behind me…" Furihata muttered, ducking his head and peeking up at Akashi through his mousy brown hair. Akashi just stared at his with those heterochromatic eyes, the same look in his eyes that he judged everyone with and Furihata was not excluded to this fact.
"What was that? I didn't hear you; you were mumbling," Akashi didn't stop tearing Furihata apart for a second, seemingly determined to pull out every flaw Furihata had and the reason was unknown. Furihata had no idea what he had done wrong.
"I said I screamed because you snuck up behind me!" Furihata snapped. He knew it wasn't wise to take an attitude to this person, but the indifferent was Akashi was looking at him was beginning to annoy Furihata.
Hadn't they slept together? Didn't that at least put Furihata out of the 'everyone else is trash' box and into the 'trash I slept with' box? Why did he look at Furihata with such cold eyes…? Was he really just 'somebody' to Akashi? It was pissing Furihata off because although it may have just been another fuck to Akashi, it was Furihata's first time and that made it an event he would always remember.
"Hmm, I see," Akashi looked a bit irritated from Furihata giving him lip, but obviously it didn't bug him that much because he dismissed it. Another thing about Furihata he was overlooking. Furihata was beginning to be less afraid of this man and more angry at him.
"And this Fukuda and Kawahara…are they the people you went to last night?" Akashi said and Furihata stiffened, feeling the panic wash back in as surprised vanquished the anger. The fear was always right there, beneath the surface, when it came to Akashi.
"Y-you heard that…?"
"Yes I did. Who are they?"
"M-m-my fh-friends," Furihata stuttered, feeling like some unknown angry force was about to backlash onto him and he didn't know why everything he did or said made Akashi angry but it did. There was no way he could win against Akashi and that fact made him feel small. So…so…small.
"Well I don't like it. For the whole week, you have to come here right after practice and you're not allowed to leave," Akashi stalked towards Furihata and he had the distance closed within seconds, pulling his tie off as he straddled Furihata, keeping him pinned to the place. It was a popular strategy with Akashi; close off all escape routes to get his way.
"Wh-what? Why? Y-you're not the boss of me!" Furihata couldn't believe what he had just heard. Was this guy for real? What right did he think he had to decide what Furihata could and could not do.
"You're going to have sex with me every day until the week is over, I've decided this you see," Akashi's hands started to slip under Furihata's shirt but Furihata has had it with Akashi's attitude. He placed his hands on Akashi's shoulders and shoved with all his might, grunting and when Akashi fell on the floor, he felt enpowered. So he stood up and let the rage that had been building up since yesterday loose.
"Th-…that's enough Akashi-san! I've had it! Didn't you just say yesterday that it was a mistake that we s-slept together?" Furihata shrieked, glaring down at Akashi while Akashi looked up at him with an infinite amount of surprise on his face. He seemed unable to fully process Furihata's behavior so Furihata plunged forward.
"S-stop giving me all of these mixed signs! Was it a mistake or was it not?! Why do you keep toying with my feelings? I'm not an object! Don't o-o-objectify me!" Furihata shouted, his feelings were out of control and his head was spinning. Tears started pouring out of his eyes and Akashi was dumbfounded. There were a lot of things he could say, but not one of them could express the pain in his chest, the tightening in his heart that was caused by seeing Furihata cry.
"I-I'm not a yoyo…S-stop...don't...don't loop me around…" Furihata was losing steam fast and he fell back onto the bed, crying into his hands, sobbing and whimpering and Akashi knew it was his fault. He could only pick himself up off the floor and settle down next to Furihata.
"Kouki-kun…" Akashi said his name gently and repeated when Furihata didn't answer. Furihata never answered no matter how many times Akashi repeated his name. It was ripping his heart to shreds and he grabbed Furihata, pulling his against his chest and Furihata didn't resist, he said his name again. And again. Saying it over and over to ascertain something within himself and he didn't stop until Furihata stopped crying. And that's when he realized they were both shaking. Not just Furihata, but him as well.
"I'm sorry."
A/N - I actually had a few endings for this chapter. Sexy, cuddling, or this. Oops.
