Chapter Seven - Confrontation and Russia
"Usagi-San! Ahh! Kami-Sama!" Misaki was a complete mess despite the author barely starting.
This made Usagi slightly suspicious, "Misaki, have you been drinking?"
However asking the question proved to be in vain. Despite the man stopping the movement of his fingers inside the boys entrance, the boy continued to get redder and he sounded like he would orgasm any moment.
"I'm not going to get an answer at this rate ... but ... now I think about it, when I kissed him just now I couldn't taste any alcohol. Was he drugged? But he was with his teammates in a public restaurant ... this isn't making sense at all!"
"Usagi San! I can't take it anymore!" Misaki moaned, Usagi was dumbfounded, but decided to give the boy what he desires.
Usagi added a third finger inside the boy causing Misaki to throw his head back in a silent moan, "Misaki, I won't go all the way today."
Misaki didn't reply back, he had one arm over his face, while the other clutched onto the couch cushion bellow him.
"My blood and insides feel like they are bout to explode! How many times am I going to lose it in front of this man?"
Then the authors fingers curled inside him.
"Ah!' The boys back arched as he panted more erratically, sweat rolled down his face and he couldn't focus on anything else. his skin was hot and had the feeling of pins and needles all over ... but he didn't understand why ...
Without warning Misaki felt himself scream as he came, he didn't dare look at the author. Without warning he felt himself slip into darkness as the author picked him up and headed towards the bedroom were they sleep side by side all night long.
The next morning neither spoke a word to each other.
Silently they agreed not to talk about the night before, even though Usagi-San had more questions then answers.
- Three Days Later, Usami Residence -
"Yes, I would like to schedule for it in about two months- huh? Ah yes! A month after the Olympic Winter Games! Thank you, bye!" Misaki hanged up the phone, while typing in the saved date on his phone.
Currently the skater was sitting inside his tutors office, he'd been there for two hours trying (in vain) to catch up to his school work ... two weeks worth of missing work. Between practice, avoiding talking about the 'restaurant incident' and getting ready for the Olympics Misaki had no time for schoolwork, hell, he barely had time to sleep.
Usagi entered his office with his coffee, noticing the skater typing on his phone, "what are you doing?"
Misaki looked up, "Oh ... uh, I was scheduling when I'm suppose to have surgery on my foot and ACL."
"Surgery?' The author looked slightly shocked at how casual the boy was with something so serious, 'And you're still competing?"
The skater only signed deeply, looking up to glare at the author, "It's not like I enjoy being in pain all the time ok? Once the Olympic Games are over I'll take care of my injuries-"
"What if your body hits the point of no return? Then, how will you compete in future competitions?" Silence hit the couple like a ton of bricks.
Misaki got up, leaving the room only to have the exit blocked by the author, 'Brat, I asked you a question.'
The boy still refused to answer.
'Answer me!" Usagi yelled at the boy. Misaki didn't even flinch at the volume of his voice.
"I don't know ok! I've had sprains, broken bones- I've even had my fucking face slashed by a blade for my brother and the whole world to see! I have two scars for the rest of my life!"
"Misaki."
"This damn brat,"
Usagi only glared deeper at the rambling boy, he felt his fists tighten the more the boy rambled on, "Anyone who has never been an athlete doesn't get it! I only have a very limited set of time before I can no longer compete!"
"Misaki."
"Pisses me off, but ..."
"I have my whole life to get better grades, to get relationships, to have a family or career! The Olympics aren't like that! So, don't tell me you understand me!"
"Why do I care about the amount of pain he has/is still experiencing? It makes me even more angry!"
"You will still be able to write at eighty, I'll be lucky if I can to a single lutz at fifty-"
"MISAKI!" The boy stopped his mini rant, to see how furious- no furious doesn't even begin to cover how angry the man looked. If looks could kill, Misaki would be well into heaven with his mother and father by now.
'You really are naive aren't you?' The man sneered, without warning Misaki felt himself being slammed to the carpet floor, with the older man keeping a firm grip on the boys wrists, 'So, you're willing to starve yourself, or I'm sorry 'diet' to the point your bones are dust? Or taking drugs to ignore the pain? Or how about lying to your brother and coach about why were struggling to keep up with school work? Or not wanting to admit that you aren't-"
"I hate yo- Hmp!" The boy was silenced by a pair of cold lips.
The authors lips felt smooth like silk, which felt nice compared to Misaki chapped lips, another small sacrifice the skater made on a daily basis. Tongue met tongue as Usagi deepened the kiss by securing one arm around the skaters neck and the other around his waist.
The teen could feel the author straddling him, gentle not to crush him with his weight. Their lips never lost contact.
Seconds turned into minutes, which felt like hours for the skater until he felt the warm skin leave his lips, "Your lips say you hate me, but days ago you wanted to be touched more then anything, I would even dare say, more then your two pound Olympic medal."
Neither moved or lost eye contact until the sound of a phone ringing caught both their attention.
Misaki slide his arm onto the table to answer his call, "Moshi Moshi! Oh! Yuna-Sensei! I'm so sorry I missed my train! I'll be there as soon as I can!"
The boy hung up, somehow he managed to slide out from under the author, 'I have to get to the rink! Yuna sensei said I'm twenty minutes late!"
Usagi would of laughed at how frantic the boy was acting to compose himself had it not been for the confrontation they had seconds earlier.
"Come on Usagi-San! I need your help! Please drive me to the rink!" The boy was tying his longer pieces of hair into his signature ponytail, or at least he was attempting to do so.
Usagi rolled his eyes, he gathered his keys and phone, "It's not like I want to see him destroy himself some more, but that brat will tell his brother that I refused to drive him if I don't take him to practice."
"Come on brat. You take too long,' without warning Usagi picked the boy up around his waist, effortlessly lifting the boy onto his shoulder.
"Hey! Put me down! Fucking Usagi!" Usagi only chuckled as he made his way out the door, picking up the boys skating bag that was still placed at the entrance of the apartment.
"Takahiro, if only you could see your brother now."
- Fiftteen Minutes Later, Tokyo Ice Rink -
"Sensei, I'm so sorry! It won't happen-"
"Enough with the apologies! Apologize by skating your routine in your costume! We only have a month till we get on that plane and leave for Russia! We need to be 110% sure your costume is comfortable enough for your performance. I will not have you lose points because of an malfunction! Go!" The tiny Korean woman yelled with a stress mark covering her head. Misaki took the costumes from her hands running to the locker room as if he had a typhoon chasing his heels.
Usagi was now really struggling not to laugh at the boy, "This woman is almost exactly like Akikawa."
"Usami-san, would you like some tea will Misaki practices?" Yuna interrupted the mans thoughts, Usagi looked at her, only nodding slightly following the woman to her office.
Once the two adults were inside her office, Usagi looked at the other pictures on the wall and shelves that he had seen before. His favorite picture was where a young Misaki was standing next to Yuna holding a silver medal from the worlds competition. Despite being injured the boy looked so proud of himself, but his coach looked even more proud. Not in a coach way though, more like how a mother would look her child type of pride.
"Yuna-San, Do you know that Misaki is getting surgery?" The man asked without missing a beat.
Yuna only chuckled, still boiling the tea water on the electric kettle that was on her desk corner, "Usami-San, I know everything about that boy. From how he acts when he is nervous, his eating habits, him skipping school ... his obvious lack of interest in women, and unfortunately how much he feels the needs to win for parents."
Yuna breathed out sitting down in front of the viewing window, now Usagi was interested.
"His parents?" He sat down next to the woman, who only responded by sipping her tea and looking eye to eye with the author.
"If it's for your book Usami-San, I refuse to tell you anything more then simple details about my boys private life-"
"Your boy?" The man interrupted the Korean woman. She only nodded, she paced her cup down only to watch Misaki come onto the ice. He was wearing a long sleeve black outfit with gold trimming, gems, with some parts of the costume being see through material and it carefully molded his body perfectly.
Yuna smiled at seeing Misaki getting on the ice, she picked up a mic looking appliance, "Ok Misaki, please practice for ten minutes then I will tell you to stop and will play your short program music."
Usagi watched the boy wave back to show he understood the directions.
'Yes, I meant 'my boy'', she stated not taking her eyes off Misaki, 'I started training him when he was 12 years old. He and my son Choi, practiced together for about a year. Misaki was still in the junior national division, but my son was competing in the Senior's division for the first time.'
Usagi only listened, very interested in where this story was going, 'Choi won his division and was elected to go t9 the world championships for that year ... but he never made it.'
Yuna started to sniffle a little, but ignored her watering eyes, 'My beloved son passed away a month before he could compete, Misaki was 13 at the time, we both cried. Ever since then I see Miscue as my own child, to be honest, if his brother wasn't his legal guardian I would have adopted that boy in a heartbeat."
The author was shocked at the woman's confession. She sounded so much like his mother, now the author wondered if Misaki felt the same way about her, 'Usami-san, he and Choi are so much alike, but not just because they are both figure skaters."
"What else could you mean?" Yuna paused, she closed for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.
"That a story for another time Usami-San. But you listen to me now, 'the woman turned her body t9 look at the author straight in the eyes, 'If you harm that boy, whether it be his hard work or his self confidence, I will sure you know just how unleashed I am. That goes to his brother Takahiro too. This boy has sacrificed too much to lose it all, I may be his coach, but he is the only skater I've ever taught that truly wants it because of his own desire, not some pushy parent who tries to live through their child or some 'I'm the best' piece of work.'
'I don't coach that boy for free because I feel sorry for him. I do it because he deserves it more then anyone I know."
The man felt his interest peak at at the mention of 'free coaching', "You coached Misaki for free for nearly six years?'
The man looked straight at the woman sitting next him, 'I won't mention your act of kindness in my book, but I would like to know what you mean by your son and Misaki being more alike in terms of outside their skating careers."
Yuna only laughed softly, "Usami-san, I know you are a stubborn man. But I am a stubborn woman. I will tell you perhaps after the Olympic, or right before your editor comes to pick up the final version of your manuscript. Or maybe a year from now. But until then just know this. That child deserves every award that comes towards his way. And seeing him succeed will make me just as happy as if it were Choi winning.'
She looked at Usagi in a way the man couldn't read, "But know this too. I don't care if it you, Takahiro, Misaki teammates or his fans. I'll be damned if you think I'll let anyone of you ruin this boys chance of success. You do understand don't you?"
The woman picked up the mic again, 'Ok Misaki this costume is for your short program. After you complete your short program I want you to change into other costume for your long program."
Misaki shot his arm up to show a thumbs up, while skating into position.
Soon music filled the room, Usagi recognized the music being from a Hiyo Miyazaki film, but he couldn't name the film.
The man felt himself memorized by the boy across the glass. He had never been interested by the sport before meeting Misaki, he frankly found it boring but the boy made the sport more interesting for the author .
Misaki did a perfect spread eagle before going into a spin combo, "That is a O'Shea's eagle followed by going to a spin combo, first will be a Y hold with his ankle'
Misaki grabbed his ankle, doing a perfect split while still spinning at a fairly quick steady speed.
Akihiko was getting turned on, "He's so flexible. I have to remember to take advantage of this when we are alone."
'Now he will lower himself into a One-handed Biellmann spin,'Yuna continued narrow sting. The skater used one hand to grab his skate blade, while keeping himself in a near perfect split. After several turns Misaki turned his body into a donut spin, followed by-
'To finish off he will go to a camel spin followed by a haircutter spin," with almost textbook perfection the boy completed at the elects before allowing himself to continue his routine and create more speed for the next part.
"This is his jump combo?" Yuna only nodded, gripping the mans hand tightly. Within seconds Misaki heaved himself into the air as went a quad Lutz followed by a quad Salchow to finish.
"Yes! Yes! Haha! That's my boy!" The Korean woman cheered, Usagi could not even react.
That boy was the first person to ever impress him.
To amaze him.
To completely himdistract from any and all thought process. Hell, even his own books couldn't break his focus.
He was a one of kind skater.
The multi prize winner didn't hear what the Korean figure coach was explaining. He could only focus on what the boy was doing. He was gliding on the ice in perfect sync with music.
He was simply perfect.
- Two Weeks Later - Narita Airport -
"Welcome ladies and gentle to our flight to Soichi. We at Japan Airlines would like to give a special thanks and welcome to the men's figure skating team that are currently with us today heading for the Olympic Games. We welcome you to our flight today."
From behind Misaki could hear people clapping tiredly, it was five in the morning and most of his teammates had been up since one in the morning to make their flight and get their gear through security.
He brought cortisone, extra blades, extra laces, sewing kit, and some extra skates as well so he wouldn't be stuck with breaking in new skates. Yuna has all his costumes for the competition and his Olympic gear, even she wasn't the official team coach for the skaters , the Figure Skating Federation had allowed her to come as professional personal.
But the most stressful part of the flight wasn't the TSA, or customs, or checking in all the sports equipment, oh no it was something far more stressful.
It was somehow being seated right to Usagi-San, of all people.
Misaki and Usagi were currently in first class along with the rest of the team and some of their family members. Takahiro has been offered a seat next to Misaki, but no, he had to give up his seat to Usami-San, because 'The least I could do is give up my seat to the person who takes care of my brother!'
"Ni-Chan ... you put me in a dangerous situation." Misaki silently seethed to himself. Most of them team were asleep or were on their laptops, which left the pair with some time to burn.
"First time outside of Japan?" A voice broke out of Misaki thoughts. The boy turned to meet the authors eyes, who, like his, were tired form having to wake up for the red eye flight.
Misaki sat up away from the window, "Ehh, no. Haha! You should know this by now, Usami-San. I've been to several countries for competitions ... though I've never won anything but second place ..."
"Hey, don't be so self pitting,' Usami replied monotonous, 'You've been practicing for months now, I'll have to punish you if you won't win anything while in Russia."
That made Misaki feel his blood vessels pop, "What the fuck is that suppose to mean?!"
Usami leaned over pecking the skater quickly, while using his right arm to close the privacy curtain from the outside, "It means you better do you're best, because you are the best out there. You will give the Russians a run for their metals."
Misaki felt his cheeks warm at the comment, and his chest began to pump blood quicker and quicker.
"How does this man always make my heart race faster?"
Without warning Misaki felt the authors arm circle around his neck, and the same silk lips locking onto his own for what seemed like centuries.
The skater froze in place, even as Usagi removes his lips form his own.
"Sleep for now Misaki, it will be around 11 AM by the time we arrive." The man declined his chair, placing a heat up blanket on himself before dozing off. Misaki looked at the man feeling lost in his on thoughts.
"I'm about to face the biggest competition in my career and this is flustering me more the anything related to skating! Everyone will think all figure skaters are gay ... but maybe I'm the outlier?'
He lowered himself into his recliner and heated blanket before closing his eyes, 'This is too much ... maybe once the Olympics are over I can resolve this. That sounds like a good plan ... yeah it's a good plan ..."
Misaki then feel into his slumber, not aware that someone had their eyes watching the couple the whole time.
- Ten hours later, Sheremetyevo International Airport, 10:45 AM -
"Ok team come on, we have a connecting flight in two hours! If you need coffee, a bathroom break or a quick snack do it now! We still have one more flight to get to Soichi!" Yuna yelled loud enough for the group to hear in the busy airport.
Misaki could already tell that the Japanese team was one of the earliest arriving teams to arrive for the Olympics, but he could see the press trying to take photos of the team. Speaking of the press ...
"Takahashi-San!"
"Yuna Takamoto! Is the Japanese prepared or take on the Russian team? Do you have any prediction?"
"Oh my god is that Misaki Takahashi with Usami Akihiko?!" With that question all the photographers and reporters started yelling and asking questions. Misaki didn't understand what was the big deal as the majority of the reporters were speaking English or Russian.
The skater put on a medical mask and felt the taller man escort him away from the press while his coach and other coaches yelled at the press to back off.
Yuna ran up to Usagi and Misaki slightly out of breath form trying to get the press away the team, "Are you both ok? I aplphize, i didnt know those sharks of reporters woudl be at this airport!"
"Haha, We're fine Sesnei! I actually wanted to get a black coffee and an apple before we go," Miskai stated laughing slightly. Yuna looked the boy with a raised eyebrow, misaki never asked for food willingly, then agian even an athlete like him would be hungry after a ten hours flight, plus the food on th eplane was terrible and high caroled. bad combotion.
"Here,' yuna handed her skater some money pointing at the Starbucks, 'Go get something ok? And don't worry about money the federationis paying for our food and drinks."
"Thank you sensei!" misaki grabbed usagus hand leadinag them to starbucks.
as the waited in linem miskai took out his phone tranlation so he could order things in Russian, a language he clearly bitered to death with hsi mispronounation, "You're actually gettign food for once?"
Miskai could hear the teasing tone in usags oice, "Fuck off! Its better then nothing!"
Usagi only laughed as he watched miskai order coffee and an apple from the blonde femal cashier whom looked more then happy to help miskai. usagi ntoied her pointing at phoen and then misaki. miskai nodded taking the girls phone before posing for a picture and giving it back to the over joyed girl.
"Haha, even russian girls want that boy, yet its celar he has no interest," Usagi thguht silently to himself as he ordered coffee form the smae girl whom still looked over the moon.
After the pair got there coffee, miskai and misaki sat at a table, noticing that takhiro and yuna were chatting together while having a meal from a near by bakery shop.
Misaki felt usagi grab his hand giving it a slight kiss, the boy felt his face go red opting to foree thir hands under the table, "Are you insane!? Japan is already and enough, Russia is knwon for being super anti gay your idiot!"
Usagi just looked at msiaki with a look of reassurance, "don't worry msikai, iwoldnt do naything to put you in danger."
Misaki could sense the comfort in usagis voice chosoing to kust listen to the mans soothing voice. he woudlnt admit it, but he liked it when usagi rubbed his thumb on the top of his hand.
"Ok, tiem to go! All skaters please come to gate 34A!" One of the coaches Misaki couldn't remember his name yelled as Yuna and the airport security escorted the team to the airplane gate.
Usagi and miskai got up folowing yuna and takhiro to the gate, both making sure noone noticed their hands were still linked together.
- Thirty minutes later -
'Gah! I can't believe that many reporters were at the airport! I hope they find someone else to bother!" Misaki exclaimed putting his mask down, while Yuna sat next him in first class. The reporters waited their gate taking picturew of the team while asking question, which obvously annoyed everyone.
Yuna only shook her head, she was too amused at the boy to point out his unprofessional behavior.
"When we arrive in Sochi you will have the rest of the day to explore, then the opening ceremony for the games will be held tomorrow evening, but we need to arrive at least two hours before the start."
'And don't worry about practicing, we have plenty of time,and private time to practice before any programs begin, which means ... do not do anything stupid!' She said looking at her skater with a face that said 'I will find if you disobey me behind my back."
Misaki only nodded nervously at his coach's death glare, not even realizing that his brother and his tutor were sitting right behind him.
"I can't believe my brother will be walking with Japan's other veteran and rookie Olympians tomorrow night! He has already accomplished more then anyone in our whole family, and at nineteen no less!" Takahiro rambled on. Usagi thought it was cute at first how infatuated the little brother complex had on his friend, but now it was annoying.
"Takahiro, do you even know your brother outside of his ice skating career, or is his skating the only thing you ever notice?" Usagi pretended to be engaged in the conversation, but he still felt like he had slowly started losing his respect for friend, especially after learning about Takahiro willingly giving Misaki injection just to continue competing, and not even noticing how skinny the boy was also getting under the authors skin.
"And if he wins he will forever be the pride of the family and have his future secured! And if stays in his current shape he might become an Olympic veteran!"
'That boy makes the female skaters look huge, how could you not notice it? And Olympic veteran? What about the fact his body is falling apart?'
The author continued listening, or atleast that's what his friend thought. Takahiro has mentioned that Misaki works really hard because he wanted to make his dead parents proud and in a way please his brother since they both had to sacrifice a lot to make figure skating a reality ...
"That child deserves every award that comes towards his way," he remembered coach Yuna stating when he watched Miskai perform his short and long program.
This caused Usagi to smile a little but, "At least Misaki has someone with common sense, but ...
"Usami-san, he and Choi are so much alike, but not just because they are both figure skaters."
"'So much alike?' I still don't understand what she meant by that. That women is good holding out details just like Misaki ... I guess that's why they work so well together, but still it has to mean something more. How are they alike?"
A few rows over one passenger sat in his widow seat, texting vigorously away as he answered another text from a foreign number.
His text read:
"I got pictures of the two together during the 12 hour flight, and you can see Takahashi face very easily too, but leave Usami-San out of this, I want the attention focused on Takahashi. Wait till the finals to post it, I want that fag to crash and burn right before the most important routine. And best of all being a homo isn't something Russians are fond of. The golden boy will finally be taken down."
He closed his phone after seeing the text and the four pictures, along with video footage finally being sent to his contract. With that he looked out the window smiling to himself like Cheshire Cat.
He had Misaki Takahashi right where he wanted him.
