A/N: I'm back with more. Tamaki confronts Hotaka and things heat up. They are far from being through with one another.
This is gonna be pretty short. Don't have the heart to make it long, and whether I continue this will depend on my mood. It may be the next day I pop out another chappy, or it could be months from now.
Written in Hoshizune's POV. Read at your own leisure. THIS IS YAOI, so if you don't like this kind of stuff, then don't read. Thank you.
Made For Two - Tamaki Confronts Hotaka
By: LadyYuina
He's a hopeless case and I really mean it, too. Who in their right mind would dog someone to the point of looking through their wallet for information and tailing their car--especially when they don't know you? Takasugi Tamaki is one such guy. A prick, too, no less.
"Cut to the chase, because I don't have all day to talk to you. And it was all thanks to you that my date went a little sour halfway through."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all, but his face played the part well. "I wouldn't want your girlfriend breaking it off with you. However, when she does you can always come to me."
What the hell is with the "when?" Shitty bastard. "What the fuck is your problem? I don't know you, you don't know me. Why are you being so persistent with a straight guy such as myself?"
"I've already told you my answer--I've come to like you. I am as doggedly pushy as they can get."
"Do you mean for queers like you? Really though, it makes me wonder if you're having trouble finding another gay man to be your partner, so you have to settle for a straight one? Pathetic."
"Yeah, I'm a queer, and am very proud of it. Whatever you throw at me I'll be sure as hell I've heard them during one point or another."
"You know what, screw you! You stay the hell away from me from now on or else I'll call the cops, stating harassment!"
"Not so fast--did you forget I know about you and that Noto woman? Don't think I will hesitate to expose the both of you, because I won't."
Shit, he was right. I nearly forgot he knew . . . Now this was only going to complicate things even further. This sad excuse of a human needs to get a life. "You're just full of it, aren't you? Having to use my relationship with her to blackmail me. I don't know how you can stand trying to go out with someone that will never return your feelings." The now dismal look which came to his face did not faze me at all, and I kept blasting forward, saying whatever things that came to mind. "How about I give you a hand job and that will be the end of it? Better yet, how about I help you hook up with another gay man? You'd--"
"Cut the crap!" His sudden outburst surprised me, thus silencing me instantly. I could only wonder what he were to say next. "I only want you and no one else! Break up with that old hag and go out with me instead!"
"Didn't you hear what I said before?" I asked. Seems like he's trying to force me to break up with her now, eh?
"Crystal clear, in fact. But despite what you've said, I still want you. Like I've told you, I am as doggedly pushy as they can get, or did you forget?"
He had the nerve to smirk. Smirk at me, will he? "I'm no pushover. I don't give a fuck about what you have to say anymore; leave me alone because I'm not going to warn you a second time." His charade is going to end here.
I stomped off, very well determined to think I had every right to. I'm not going to let some fag walk all over me; he's not even a real man simply because he likes other men! Annoying gays like him need to go die someplace, so as they won't bother straight men again!
"Let me guess, right now you're stringing up god knows what sort of curses inside your head, aren't you!" He called out after me, and I could hear the wavering in his voice. I'm an idiot and know it, because I stopped walking. A big time idiot. "Tell me, what sort of things are you thinking right now! Let me hear the worst one and then I'll leave you alone!"
"You're really unstable . . ." His mood swings just don't seem very normal to me. One minute he was all cocky and all attitude, and the next minute he melted into some hapless moron whose eyes were ready to pour like rain. "Go get some help, and maybe then I will tell you the worst insult I can truly offer. Until then, fuck off."
The idiotic me must of worn off, because I found my feet were moving again. I walked away without a second thought, not caring if Takasugi was crying or not. Yet, as any fag would, to my eyes, they probably will be crying if they were so strongly rejected by a hetero. Serves him right for chasing me, knowing it was going to be hopeless.
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Something warm; something hot right against my lips, almost burning me. Yet, they were soft and gentle at the same time, caressing me ever so easily. I think I leaned my head forward, delving deeper still . . .
"Auugghhh!" I sat up, noticing I had broken out in a cold sweat. "Is he stalking me in my dreams, too!"
I forced my eyes to look at my alarm clock and wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw that it was already two in the afternoon. Arguing with Takasugi had worn me down, so sleeping for as long as I did didn't seem unrealistic. But if I really wanted to be honest with myself, I was actually lying on my bed for hours on end before I finally fell asleep--ending up having a dream of the fag himself! As usual though, I checked my cell for messages and found one waiting for a response.
'Hotaka, whenever you have the time I would like you to call me.' -Atsuko
The outcome of this call probably wasn't going to surprise me either.
"Hey, Atsuko, you messaged me earlier about calling you. What's up?"
"Well, I'm not sure if I should tell you what is on my mind or not." I could hear a soft sigh on her end, and knew not to comment. "It's troublesome and scary for me at the same time."
"You're thinking about breaking up with me, aren't you?" I said more so than asked.
"I . . . no, Hotaka, that's not what I wanted to tell you."
Bull shit; her voice was cracking with every ticking second. I think her meeting Takasugi earlier must have triggered something I'm not knowing about. I might as well ask her about this at least before she ends our relationship . . . As much as I really do love her. Will I be able to convince her not to leave me?
"Then what do you want to tell me?"
"Rather than breaking up, how about we not see each other for a while? And believe me, Hotaka, it's not that I'm trying to slowly push you away. In fact, I think the much needed distance will do us some good."
"What much needed distance? We're already seeing so little of each other as is. You know what, it's not like you to suddenly suggest something like this. Tell me what's brought this up."
". . . the man from earlier. Who is he really?"
The words came from her mouth slowly and she had given me just the right amount of time to answer truthfully.
"Some fucking fag that claims he's fallen for me, after having met me at some bar. If you're worried about me cheating on you with him or something, then you're thinking the wrong idea. Atsuko, don't let some random gay tear us apart. I'm one-hundred-percent straight. "
Atsuko laughed, relief filling her voice. I couldn't help but slightly smile, wanting to believe she was fretting about this issue for nothing. "Oh, that's good. You've eased my mind somewhat. Well, have a good day and perhaps with the given space between us, you can cool your head a bit."
"Wait, you're serious about the distance thing?" Unbelievable. "What's there to cool my head about?"
"I'm sorry, Hotaka."
She hung up. Fucking bitch. She wouldn't be stupid enough to not know I am going to be angry. Why do we need time apart? She should straight out say it's over if I knew it was going to turn out like this. Takasugi . . . Probably is going to tear us apart, evidently.
Tamaki Confronts Hotaka: END
