Emerging Past - Part 1

Hello! Sorry this took forever to update, I had trouble with the story and I had to get some parts sorted out. This will be in two parts, I hope you enjoy them :D So without further ado here is Part 1 ! :)

Akira is a man that always gets what he wants whether it's men, women or anything that comes in mind. He is smart, handsome, wealthy and will inherit his fathers practice at one of Japan's biggest hospitals. But for the first time he can't get what he desires with just the click of his fingers and what he wants is a young white haired man with the reddest eyes he has ever seen in his life but there is a small obstacle, named Nezumi, that keeps getting in his way. One thing though that Akira knows how to do is get what he wants through any means possible and a drama students is not hard to crush.

The night was quiet and chilly, even though it was the first month of spring the air still held onto the cold of winter. The stars shown brightly in the cloudless sky, no moon was to be seen. Nezumi was making his way back to the dorms when he saw a dark figure leaning next to his door. The stranger was too tall to be Shion and he got a weird feeling from his presence.

"You're late, I was getting tired of waiting." The voice reached his ears and entered like poison in his blood, making him feel sick to his stomach. Akira...he couldn't say his name out loud, it felt wrong as if it would contaminate the air around him. He hated him.

"Get lost." Nezumi was trying really hard to keep his cool and not yell at the med student.

"Is that a way to greet your guest? Ts ts ts Where are your manners Nezumi? Or did you forget them at Kabukicho?" Akira was grinning, eyes glowing in satisfaction at the horrified face of Nezumi. The grey eyed student felt his heart stop at the sound of the last sentence. He felt the air leave his lungs and the world around him had stopped spinning. How did Akira know about Kabukicho? What did he know exactly? He put all his effort to stabilize his breathing and not panic while making sure his hands were not trembling before taking out his keys to open the door of the apartment. Without looking at Akira he barked at him to get inside.

"You see? It wasn't hard to invite me in." Nezumi darted him a menacing look as if to say that now nothing was holding him back to pounce on him like a wild beast on it's prey. Once the door closed behind them Akira made his way around the small place, invading it and making sure to show his distaste about it. He slumped on the armchair next to the library and made himself feel comfortable.

"What do you want?" Nezumi sounded cold and distant. There were so many questions running through his head, fear creeping in from every nook and cranny of his mind as to what Akira might know about his past but most importantly how he knew.

"Oh there are a lot of things that I want Nezumi but right now I need you to do something for me."

"And why, in my right mind, would I ever do something for you?" he snorted at the statement and at the nerve the other had to even demand something like that.

"That's a very easy question to answer... You wouldn't want our Shion finding out about your past now, would you?"

Nezumi felt anger and fear rise once more inside of him like he was slowly being consumed by it. He didn't know what he was more angry at, Akira referring to Shion as "our" or the fact that he was right. Shion could never learn about his past, nobody should. There is a reason he had gone through all that effort to bury it so deep that it would be forgotten. He would rather jump of the roof than be Akira's puppet but he couldn't let Shion get involved with this in any way possible. If he knew about his dark past how would he be able to ever face Shion again and if Akira decided to complicate him as well? No, that could never happen. Nezumi would never jeopardize Shion's safety. Taking a deep breath and clearing his head, depriving himself of all emotions he looked at Akira straight in the eyes.
"I'll do what you ask on one condition. You say no word of this to Shion or about my past."

"I don't think you are in a position to be making demands Nezumi... But alright as long as you cooperate this will be our little secret."

Clenching his fist so tight that his knuckles were turning white, Nezumi nodded in agreement. Akira got up from the armchair and made his way to Nezumi. Taking his hand out of his pockets he extracted something small and placed it in the hands of the grey eyed student. It felt small and wrapped in plastic but Nezumi didn't need to see to know what it was, his blood froze and cold sweat started running down from the side of his temple, he had carried and used some of them in the past.

"Kabukicho 22.00 tomorrow, at your old meeting place it's a bar correct? Give this and wait for other package. I'm sure you will recognize the people there and with whom you have to talk with..."

Nezumi tried to speak but no words came out, all this time and all his efforts to get away from his past, to make sure no one knew and get a clean start were just crumbling down right under his feet and there was nothing he could do about it. He hated feeling so helpless, not being able to control the situation. He wanted to say no, going back would ruin everything. There were people still looking for him, people he owed and did not hesitate to turn to violence. But he couldn't risk Shion knowing any of this, not now not ever. Akira was about to exit the room when Nezumi stopped him.

"How did you find out?"

Akira smiled, it was an evil smile that just showed his true colours. "A liitle bird told me... Just remember that I have the means of finding out what I want..." with that he turned on his heels and walked out, closing the door quietly.

Nezumi hadn't realized that he was squeezing the small pack in his hands that his nails nearly tore through the plastic. With small steps he made his way to bed and sat heavily on it as if there was a weight puling him down and it was now just too heavy to carry. Opening his clenched fist his grey eyes fell upon the white powder in the plastic. Memories stared flooding him, memories that were buried so deep he had even forgotten that they even existed. It was a world he had discarded long ago, things he had done that made him want to curl up in a small ball and weep and now he was holding the reason that he had left all this behind. After hitting rock bottom and being clean for more than three years he was holding again the cause of his downfall. Even if he hadn't used cocaine in years, even though he now hated it Nezumi still felt unstable at the presence of it, could feel it luring him into a world of bliss and no worries but he knew very well that after the euphoria came hell and that was a road he wasn't going down again, he had promised himself that, on that night lying half naked on his bathroom floor, foam spilling from his mouth, arm bruised from the needle after overdosing. It had been a miracle he survived, the experience had shook him to the core, scared the hell out of him. It had been a close call, one Nezumi wasn't willing to redial. Now he had Shion, he was similar to a drug he thought but without the negative effects. He wanted more of him, needed more, his body and mind were attracted to him. It was a different type of addiction one he couldn't quite describe let alone understand.

That night Nezumi didn't sleep, he sifted in his bed constantly feeling like he was trying to sleep on a bed of rocks. He tried to find a way out of this but always ended up in a dead end. Akira had cornered him. How the fuck did he dig up my past? This question was tormenting the dark haired man, in his head he went through all the steps he had taken to cover up his past again and again but found no flaw so how did that guy do it? This was driving him to the brink of madness. He finally managed to get some shut eye and was about to drift off to a heavy dreamless sleep when his alarm went off propelling him form the bed. Apparently rest was not in his schedule today.

The next day Nezumi spend it in sheer anguish, time seemed to have stopped and the lectures felt endless. His concentration levels had reached a new low as the only thing in his mind was tonight, he just wanted to be done with it, drop off the nasty stuff, get the money and disappear from there. For all that, there was one thing that bothered Nezumi and he couldn't wrap his head around it. Why would Akira sell cocaine? It's not like he needed the money. There had to be more to it but than again maybe daddy's money wasn't enough for him. Greed was something the rich didn't lack despite having all the wealth in the world.

The atmosphere was heavy and smelled of rain mixed with the exhaust fumes of the city. The wet streets reflected the lights of the nearby buildings. People chattered outside bars and prostitutes worked the streets as the night was still young. Nezumi made his was to the Rabbit Hole, the bar that he so frequently used to visit. A train of thoughts were rushing through his mind threatening to derail and cause him to break down. His chest felt heavy and his heart pounded fast like he had just run 5 kilometers but his face showed no sign of emotion, in this place and for this type business having a poker face might get you through the night unharmed.

As Nezumi stepped inside the bar the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and sweat hit him bringing along a flood of memories, some of them fond some not so much. Getting drunk with friends and laughing your heart out, one night stands with the girl or guy that was hitting on him, those were the fun times but as he made his way through the crowed he saw faces turn to look his way, others painted in surprise and disbelief while in the eyes of others a flare of anger appeared and died out as quickly as it had ignited.

"No way dude! Nezumi?! Is that you?"

"Huh? Are ya drunk again Satoshi? What're ya sayin'?"

Nezumi could recognize these voices anywhere, these two idiots were the only thing he regretted leaving behind. Hiroshi and Satoshi were sitting in their usual spot, beers scattered all over the table and half drunk.

"Yo! It's been a while." Nezumi smiled and for the first time in the day he felt himself ease up a bit. Even if those two were not the brightest or the best of influence on him they were his only real friends and truth be told he had missed them dearly. None of the two men could believe their eyes, cheering and patting him on the back they sat him down between them and bombed him with questions while Hiroshi was passing him a beer that Nezumi gladly accepted, he needed to relax a bit.

While the three friends caught up Nezumi was scanning the place to find the person he came for, he hadn't told the others his real purpose for being here, it would just complicate things even more.

"Hey Nezumi! Here let's have some for old time sake's ! Hahaha remember that time you got so high you stripped to your boxers and decided it was the perfect time to act out one you those stupid plays you like?!" Satoshi had already taken his dose and was passing it to Hiroshi.
"I'm good thanks, I've been clean for some time now guys..." his eyes followed the white powder as it was passed on the table. He hated the hold that it still had on him.

"Come on ! Just once to celebrate your return!" Before he could let the argument continue and Hiroshi complain, Nezumi spotted the man he was looking for and bolted upright.

"I'm sorry guys but I have to leave... It was nice catching up with you." He was gone before the two friends could start raising their objections and disappointment.

Nezumi's heartbeat had risen again, he never believed, never wished to see this man again. The well known mix of anger and fear infecting his body, last time they met, Nezumi had gone away with a burned back that still scarred him to this day.

Well tailored in a black suit, dark red hair covering his head the man extruded a sense of superiority and malice. Takeshi was the owner of the bar and the head of the yakuza group that ruled this area. His loyal dogs, as Nezumi called them, followed him everywhere and did as were told. The bar was big and had small private tables at the back that were reserved either for the higher ups or people with money. Takeshi was sitting in one enjoying his drink as his dark eyes feasted on the women at the bar, he caught sight of Nezumi as he was approaching and a wide grin spread from ear to ear.

"Oh My! You've grown to such a fine young man! I thought I was never going to see you again, you hurt my feelings Nezumi. I don't like it when people hurt my feelings..." he let the last part float in the air sounding more as a threat than a statement.

"Shut up! I'm just here for work." he barked at Takeshi and threw the packet of cocaine at him.

"Mmm still feisty I see... I always liked that about you." He licked his lips as he examined Nezumi's body. The grey eyed felt filthy just from that gesture, trying to fight back images that made him feel nauseous whenever they surfaced. Hands running up his body, tongue on his neck, the burning sting of cigarettes being put out on his body and the smell of burned flesh... No he had to stop thinking about this, no good would come out of it.

Takeshi motioned one of the man next to him to bring a small package with the money in it. Nezumi knew that for them to be paying that much the cocaine must be of the highest quality, which raised the question how did Akira come to have it in his possession? The red haired man leaned forward to give the money, as Nezumi took it he grabbed his hand. Instantly the grey eyed stiffened, his touch was harsh and cold just like he remembered it, he fought back a shiver and pulled away making their hands brush against each other. A chuckle escaped Takeshi.

"You've forgotten my touch already? I feel so rejected ! But at least we'll see each other again right Eve?" Nezumi nearly snapped at the sound of that name, hadn't it been for the two bodyguards he would have leaped on Takeshi and clawed his eyes out. It was a name he had discarded, too many bad emotions and memories connected to it.

"Shut the hell up! This is the last time you'll ever see me!" he realized he had been shouting as all heads were turned on him. Regaining his composure he hid the money in his leather jacket he turned to leave but heard that lewd voice behind him " You know that's not true Eve! You belong to me, I have the scars to prove it." The tension in his body was immense causing the burn mark to pull, it was so ironic like it was trying to prove the other man's point. With a quick stride he made his way out of the bar, feeling trapped and needing to breathe some fresh air. He felt defiled once more and feared that what Takeshi had said was true. All Nezumi wanted to do was leave this wretched quarter and go see Shion, part of him hated this weak side that was depended so much on someone else but he couldn't deny the fact that Shion calmed the storm inside him. The phone vibrating in his pocked brought him back to earth. Swiping the screen to unlock it he saw it was a text form Shion.

I guess you forgot about tonight huh? His grace didn't have time for us mere peasants! Anyway, I hope everything is ok. Hope to catch you soon. Miss you. Goodnight.

Shit! Thought Nezumi, he had completely forgotten that he was supposed to meet up with Shion tonight but with all that had happened his mind was elsewhere all day. He felt himself smile nonetheless when reading Miss you. Nezumi was about to text him back to apologize when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

"Hey you, it's been a while..."