Chapter 7
Mom and Dad ended up making their special oden and yakitori for dinner that night. Normally I would be the most hyped in the house to eat it but surprising everyone (including myself), I turned the great meal down and headed for bed early.
Every one appeared to be concerned about my sudden rejection of food. I can understand, after all I love food more than the rest of the family do.
"Are you really sure that you don't want any oden, Kei? It's normally one of your favorite dinners." Mom asked as she put a nice sized serving into Keiichiro's bowl.
"Yeah, I'm not hungry and I really just want to go to bed. I'm so tired." I fibbed. Well, not about the tired part but about me not being hungry. Damn, just smelling the fresh dish made me starved.
She looked at me long, as if trying to find the lie I told.
"Ok… Well if you change your mind don't worry, I'll make sure that there'll be leftovers for you."
"Thanks mom." Then I told my large family goodnight and went to my room.
I next changed into pajamas and flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Damn what's with me? Being all upset about my weight… I know that I'm fat and I've lived with it for years so why does it bug me so much now?
I mentally slapped myself.
I shouldn't even be mourning! Today was supposed to be a good day. With talking and getting along with Hirakoba and all. That's right, at least it looks like we might become friends so why be down?
It's not like I want us to be any more than that so…
What's to worry about? Hirakoba doesn't need to find me attractive to be my friend so who cares about my gut…
…
God, who am I kidding…
I then drifted off to sleep, allowing my mind to take a nice break. Or at least I thought that I would receive a break.
Before I knew it, I found myself answering the front door in my pajamas. Who the hell is it knocking on the door at this time?
And looking sharp as ever, Hirakoba gave me a 'hello smile' and said, "Good morning."
"Hey, Hirakoba. What are you up to this fine morning?" I asked, a bit irritated. I wanted to sleep more.
Hirakoba then made a sad frown and answered.
"You forgot?"
I looked at him puzzled.
"Forgot what?" Which resulted to a light slap to my shoulder.
"That we were going to hang out today. You know? Both of us got suspension, no school. You were going to come over to my place?"
My eyes popped in realization.
"Oh! It's already that day? O, okay, sorry! I'll go shower and put some clothes on and be ready in a second!"
I quickly buzzed to my room to get somewhat presentable as Hirakoba waited on the family sofa.
Then after an ultra quick shower and change of clothes I strutted up the stairs to meet with him.
"Ok, I'm ready now. Sorry for the wait."
He looked me up and down then grinned.
I raised an eyebrow. I could have sworn that he seemed a bit flushed. … But it wasn't hot in here or anything.
"That's alright. You were pretty quick. But anyway, shall we head out?" Hirakoba said as he rose from the sofa.
"Yeah!"
Taking barely anytime, we landed at the Hirakoba residence. Since when has Hirakoba lived so close to me? I guess I've just never noticed…
Well, he welcomed me into his home and began showing me around. His house was very nice and tidy and fairly big even though their family was so small. Speaking of family, where was everyone? I thought Hirakoba said something about his grandma wanting to see me…
As we walked up the stairs toward our last stop (Hirakoba's room) I opened my mouth and asked, "Where is everyone?"
"My parents are currently overseas and my grandma is at her part time job."
"O, ohh…" I said, still a bit confused as Hirakoba shut the door behind us.
"But I thought your grandma wanted to see me or something?" I added.
Hirakoba then started to randomly take off his shirt which kinda caught me off guard until I suspected that he wanted to for whatever reason, change.
"She did, but things came up and she had to take over someone else's shift." Hirakoba said, now topless.
"I see." I then glanced around at his room. It was a nice sized room (not as big as mine of course) and had a big TV, dressers, bookshelves, and a queen sized bed that I decided to rest my butt on.
"So, what did you want to do exactly? We never really planned anything so…" I asked while pushing my weight up and down his bed. It was really soft and bouncy.
"Don't worry. I've got plenty of plans for you." Hirakoba said, inching closer to me.
W, what..? I gave him a questioning stare as he moved closer.
I soon, feeling uncomfortable tried to get off the bed, but I couldn't. It's like an invisible force is keeping me there.
"Are you nervous, Kei?" he asked me, my name coming so smoothly off his tongue.
"W,what the hell is there to be nervous about Queerakoba?" I retorted.
"Hmm…Well, I guess this." Hirakoba said as he stroked his splayed hand down my chest. "And this…" he said as his wandering hand drifted down towards the zipper of my cargo shorts.
W, whoa!!
"Hell no!" I yelled as I struggled to escape. But Hirakoba somehow managed to pin me to the bed. When did he become stronger than me ?!?
"Have you decided to be calm now?" Hirakoba asked from his position straddling me.
"No, actually I haven't. I didn't realize that people are supposed to be calm when they're being molested by someone! Completely slipped my mind." I said caustically. Wait where did his left hand go?
AH!
"Shit! Get your hand off my ass, Queerakoba!"
"That's all too bad, I guess. I wanted you to enjoy this." Hirakoba murmured as his hand kept massaging my ass.
"Wait…what are you gonna do?"
He gave me a smirk and a wink, "Just some of this and that." He squeezed my ass a bit at the last part.
No. No f'ing way. I gave him a death glare.
"Get. Your. Fucking. Hand. Away. From. My. Ass. Now, preferably."
In response, he frickin' pinched me. Damnit.
Maybe if I joke around he'll see how not 'cool' or 'comedic' this situation is…
"Heh. Are you trying to be a seme Hirakoba? To me? You must be out of your mind. So let's forget a-"
"From my location here, I'd say I'm more than trying, Kei."
Oh Fuck!
I frowned and tried to buck him off again. I can't believe he's doing this. And when the fuck did he start calling me by my first name?
"Stop calling me Kei!"
He rolled his eyes at my comment. "I might as well just do it, if you're going to be this uncooperative today."
I suddenly have a feeling of bareness around…That bastard! He just took off my shorts!
I looked up at him, to yell again. He leered down, smiling. An uncontrollable shiver went down my spine.
Before I knew it, I was also stripped bare of my shirt. Hirakoba had it around his finger and twirled it off to the floor.
What the hell is he doing?!? His mouth is on my chest and its slowing going down…No! This is so unbelievably fucking wrong! No! Why is the 'little me' getting worked up?!? NOOOOOoooooo!
I thrashed about, and fell off the bed.
And landed with a thump on my bedroom floor. I wiped my eyes blearily and tried to get my breathing back to normal.
Damn it…
Why, why?!?!
Why did I have another gay ass dream about Hirakoba? And why was I the frickin' bottom!?! The prior dream was better, as that Hirakoba was more docile, and didn't try to top me. He threw words of love at me and was cute… And he reminded me of a soft porn star too…
I looked down, expecting what I was about to see. It appears that I'm taking my shower before breakfast this morning as well. I cursed at my lower regions, upset that they could be affected by a creepy, seme Queerakoba. What was he even thinking? Believing that he could be the pitcher? He's freaking how much more thin and shorter than me?
I then pushed myself into the shower to try and take care of things and possibly forget what I had just dreamt of.
I began scrubbing my hair, keeping my mind off of the pain down there. But instead of getting distracted by my friend, my gut grabbed a hold of my eyes.
I let out a sigh and lathered with soap.
I need to lose weight…
Maybe the true reason was for Hirakoba but still I want to lose weight. I don't want to be called fat anymore by him or anyone.
The only thing is how the hell am I going to do it?
After I was done with my shower I got dressed and slumped up stairs for breakfast. I saw my siblings placing their dishes into the sink and Dad finishing up his last spoonfuls of rice. Once he noticed I was there his eyes widened in surprise.
"Kei! You're up! I thought you weren't feeling well and was going to stay home today."
"W, what? No I'm fine, Dad." I assured him. He thought I was sick?
However, he didn't look too convinced.
"Are you sure? You went to bed with no dinner so I assumed you didn't feel good. You don't need to push yourself, you can stay and rest." He said, now up and caringly massaging my shoulder.
"I'm fine."
"Are you really sure? You don't look too happy either. Is something on your mind? Are you upset about something?" Damn my dad's sharp! Is there nothing I can hide from him?
"Uh…" His worrisome yet determined expression made me tense.
"Well,.. There have been some things that have been bugging me but I don't really feel like taking about them." I quietly said, avoiding eye contact.
Then instantly, Dad gripped my shoulders and shook me.
Ok, so maybe saying that was a not so great idea.
"Tell me! I'm your father! You should be able to talk to me about anything! No matter what you say, I'll understand!" Oh geez, sometimes Dad's love can be scary…
"T, then understand that I don't want to talk about it now…" I said as I tried to get out of his grasp. Dad's stronger than he looks.
He made a childish pout. "Why don't you want to talk to me?"
He just won't let it go!
"Because! I already feel stupid just thinking it, so how do you think I'd feel saying it aloud?!" Then I felt something tug at my arm and pulled me back.
"Yeah Dad! Don't make him say anything that he doesn't want to!" Kenta said out of the blue.
"…Especially when he's got me to talk to!" I made a dull face. This is such a typical thing for Kenta to say…
"What do you mean, Kenta? That Kei-chan should talk to you about his problems instead of me?" Dad whined.
"Yes! Why talk to your parents when you have great, older, understanding brothers!?" Kenta told, looking almighty even though his height is lacking.
Dad sent him a glare, "Are you saying that I'm not understanding or great? Hmm?? Kenta-kun??" Oh, man. Here they go.
Some how, during their pissy fit, I was able to sneak away back to my room. And once I was ready I rushed to the front door, for school.
However, just as my hand landed onto the door knob Dad threw on his coat and followed behind.
"I'll take you to school, Kei!" He said, not taking no for an answer. I meekly nodded and said, "Ok."
I climbed into the passenger's seat and turned on the radio and put it on my favorite station.
After Dad started up the car and was driving, he turned the volume to almost zero.
"Seriously, Kei-chan. If you need someone to talk to, we're all here for you, you know. It's okay to rely on us. After all," he said smiling at me, "isn't that one of the positive points of having a large family like us, huh?"
Wow. Way to make me feel uncomfortable Dad…It's not that I don't enjoy relying on them it's just that I don't need to right now. And making them all worry over nothing seems even more selfish than leaving them out of the picture.
"Maybe in a week Dad. Just not right now. I'm sorry." I said, apologetically.
He looked at me hard, from the corner of his eye and gave an exaggerated sigh.
"That certainly doesn't reassure me. Not in the least. When did you ever start saying 'sorry' like that? We're almost to the school too, so you should wipe that forlorn look off your face."
Damn. He's right. That was quite out of character for me…I didn't realize that I've become so transparent.
Dad parked the car next to the school. I grabbed my bag and opened the door when Dad pulled me back.
He turned my face towards him and both hands gripping my cheeks.
"Heeey. I told you to wipe that glum look off your face Kei-chan." Dad said, still pinching my cheeks. "Don't be so rebellious. Listen to your Papa."
"Rokaay, Drad(Okay Dad)." I squeezed out, Dad still gripping my cheeks. He gave me a big grin.
"Alright, have a good day!" Then he quickly snuck a kiss onto my nose and released my face then pushed me out of the car.
"Dad!!" I yelled, wiping my nose. And just as fast as he landed that one on my nose he drove off in his escalade. Sneaky bastard!
I checked my watch for the time.
Shit, shit, shit!
