You get to meet my two new OCs! Please don't hate Akira… you can hate Rio all you want, but not Akira! DX He I my most beloved OC EVER! =P And I know they usually bow and not shake hands in Japan but thats why I put "instead of". It's Akira... he, well... you'll see XD
Nic: I guess you could think of him as bisexual… but in the terms that he's physically attracted to females, and more mentally attracted to males, but Mizusawa is the only male he's also physically attracted to… definitely not pansexual though. –shakes head- At least in not my stories =P
Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and the plot!
Chapter Fourteen
"Taku?" his mother called as he sat in front of the door, putting his shoes on with a grin on his face. "Where are you going? We were planning to go out."
The boy stood and—tossing a grin over his shoulder—he pulled on his jacket and opened the door. "Gomen, you guys go on. I have plans with a friend! Have fun!" quickly before his mother could say anything, he shut the door and ran off, leaving Mizusawa Megumi gaping.
"What friend is this?" she asked to no one in particular, but it was her daughter who answered, a Pocky stick in her mouth.
"He probably has a date," Mai stated, shrugging a shoulder as she pushed off of the wall and made her way upstairs.
"Eh? What do you mean 'a date'? Mai? Mai!"
"You got away?" Ryosuke grinned as he saw his boyfriend running up to him at the end of the block. Mizusawa nodded, smiling happily. "Yoshi," glancing around, Ryosuke decided no one was watching and leant forward, pecking Mizusawa's lips and wrapping an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders, leading him away.
"It was easy, I said I had plans and ran out, just as you said." Mizusawa laughed. "I think you're a somewhat of a bad influence, Ryosuke." He teased, only partially serious.
"Oi," the blonde gave a fake affronted look. "You can't hand me all the blame; you're pretty influential, Taku." Never had he thought he would be standing with his arm wrapped around another male, teasing him playfully as well as kissing him any chance he got. If anything, he had thought it would be a girl, but Ryosuke found himself happy that it was Mizusawa.
He had to admit, against most amazing girl in the world, Mizusawa would beat her with no problem. Ryosuke was quickly coming to accept this.
"Can you believe that Kanto is in two days?" Mizusawa asked, changing the subject nervously. "Do you think we're ready?"
Ryosuke gave a small grimace. "The triple-back hand-spring is a bit… well; we're as ready as we can be, at least. Besides," Ryosuke stated, smiling at the dark-haired boy. "You're going to be wonderful, Taku. Aren't you always?"
Mizusawa blushed, looking ahead. "If you put it that way then you'll do just as great. As I've said, you've got a natural talent for this, Ryosuke. One I'd kill for." He told him, a completely serious look on his face that made Ryosuke raise an eyebrow.
"Kill for, eh?"
The brunette smiled slightly at that. "Okay, maybe not kill for, but I think it gets my point across? Doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it gets the point across." Ryosuke glanced over Mizusawa's shoulder before grinning and pulling him into a store that Mizusawa had never stepped foot in. The smaller boy blinked, looking around, feeling as if he had just stepped into another world.
"What're we doing here?" he asked, looking up at his boyfriend who was admiring some jewelry on a rack.
"Hm?" Ryosuke looked back at him. "Shopping! Need to get you out those…" he scrunched up his nose slightly. "Preppy styled clothes."
Mizusawa looked down at his clothing in confusion. "Preppy? Are you confusing me with Hino, Ryosuke? Is there something I should know about?" he teased as Ryosuke rolled his eyes.
"You know…" Ryosuke said thoughtfully as he stared at a pair of earrings and Mizusawa glanced between them and his boyfriend. "You'd look good with a pierced ear."
Mizusawa gave a nervous chuckle. "You're joking… right?" Ryosuke shrugged, turning to look at anything donning a skull upon it. "Right, Ryosuke?"
Ryosuke smirked over his shoulder at him. "Saa… how about this?" he asked, holding up a pair of jeans and Mizusawa looked at them doubtfully.
"Don't those look… a bit tight?" he swallowed as Ryosuke's eyebrows rose, lips still pulled up into a smile as he looked between the jeans and his boyfriend.
"They can't be tighter than our practice uniforms plus… Taku, if that looks good on you—and trust me, it does—then this will look even better… you're trying them on." Ryosuke stated firmly, turning back to look at more clothing he could force his boyfriend into. "Anything with skulls is good…"
"Skulls? Seriously?" Mizusawa asked incredulously before sighing, shaking his head with a small, exasperated smile. He really couldn't expect any less from his boyfriend.
Boyfriend. How he loved the sound of that word, especially since it was applied to Ryosuke. And even if he seemed a little hesitant about wearing the clothes Ryosuke picked out for him, inside he was actually a bit excited. Clothes like these, like the clothes Ryosuke often wore, he didn't wear that stuff, never had. But, he was always up for something new.
After all, wasn't that a part of dating a yankee?
"Let's go try this stuff on," Ryosuke stated, grabbing Mizusawa's hand without a thought and dragging him over to a changing room, pushing the brunette into it and stepping in, closing it behind him.
"In the same one?" Mizusawa asked, a bit shocked but Ryosuke merely shrugged, saying, "Why not? We're both guys and I've seen more of you then anyone else has." Ryosuke licked his lips lightly, eyes roaming over Mizusawa's body who shifted slightly. "Besides, using separate ones will just hog something unneeded and I want to see how this looks on you." He told Mizusawa, holding up the jeans, dreading trying to get them on.
Which was a lot more difficult then Ryosuke had said it would be.
"How the hell am I supposed to be expected to wear this?" Mizusawa asked as he tried to pull up the jeans, glaring at a silently laughing Ryosuke.
"Taku…" he shook his head, pushing Mizusawa's hands aside and—with ease—pulled them up, causing Mizusawa to stare in shock. Slowly, the blonde zipped up the pants, letting his fingers linger over him as he buttoned them.
Mizusawa moaned slightly, leaning back against the wall. "Ryosuke… don't do that…"
"You enjoy it," Ryosuke smirked, slipping his hands beneath Mizusawa's shirt after slipping off the teen's jacket, tugging it up and over his head, letting it fall onto the floor. Mizusawa placed his hands on Ryosuke's chest, only lightly pushing back, not actually wanting him to stop.
"Ryosuke… we're in public." He protested lightly as the other boy bent down, dragging his lips across Mizusawa's smooth neck.
He let his tongue draw a circle over his skin, murmuring, "No one can see us."
"They can hear us though." He replied, not being able to help how he leaned into Ryosuke's arms as they wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Who the fuck cares?" Ryosuke asked rhetorically, tugging at Mizusawa's bottom lip with his teeth. "It's not like we'd be the only ones who's ever done this in here."
Mizusawa's eyebrows scrunched up as he pulled away. "Okay, that's kind of gross, Ryosuke."
The blonde paused. "It is a bit, isn't it?"
Mizusawa nodded, smiling as he moved away from his new boyfriend. "Just a bit," he unzipped the jeans and Ryosuke watched as he struggled slightly to get them off. "Ryosuke…" the dark-haired boy gave his lover a look and Ryosuke chuckled, moving to help him pull them off.
"You should buy them." He stated once Mizusawa had pulled up his own jeans.
The teen shook his head firmly. "I'm not buying something I can't even put on and get off by myself, Ryosuke."
"Then I'll buy them." Ryosuke shrugged and Mizusawa raised an eyebrow, trying on one of the shirts.
"You'd pay that much for it even though I would probably never wear them?"
"It's not that much." The blonde told him, looking at the price-tag nonchalantly as if he hadn't even noticed it before.
"Are you kidding?" Mizusawa stared before looking at the price-tag, eyes widening slightly. "Ryosuke! That's more expensive than two pairs of my own jeans put together! And it's not as if jeans are cheap. I don't want you to buy those when I'll probably never wear them…"
"Oh," Ryosuke smirked. "You don't have to worry about that, you'll wear them." He bent forward, nipping at Mizusawa's ear. "And you'll be so fucking hot, Taku. It's going to be hard to contain myself." His hand trailed down Mizusawa's chest and the smaller boy shivered, eyes closing before he shook his head, changing back into his shirt.
Ryosuke watched quietly as Mizusawa stopped at the entrance to the changing room and looked back at him, eyebrow raised and a small smile on his face. "Are you coming, Ryosuke? The sooner we get done with this date, the sooner we can… do other things." He beamed. "My family is going out tonight. Feel like coming over for a bit?"
The blonde stared before groaning and following Mizusawa out of the changing area. "Only if you wear these jeans," he smirked, holding them in front of Mizusawa's face who ducked away.
"I might just do that." Mizusawa smiled, feeling his "bad boy side" (as Ryosuke often put it) start to come out. Ryosuke seemed to like this side of him, and he rather liked this side of him as well. Maybe Ryosuke was right about him being influential, but Ryosuke was also a bad influence.
But honestly, neither of them were complaining too much.
"Good, because I—" someone bumped into him and Ryosuke glared, turning around. "Oi, watch we're you're… going…"
"Eh?" the boy raised an eyebrow before his lips twitched up into a small smirk of recognition and his arms crossed over his expensive, tailored-looking shirt and jacket. "Well, what do we have here? If it isn't Tsukimori Ryosuke. Why, I haven't seen you since graduation back in third year of middle school. How've you been, Tsukimori?"
Mizusawa blinked, looking between Ryosuke and this stranger. The two of them obviously knew each other, but if the glare on Ryosuke's face was anything to go by, they weren't exactly friends.
"Aihara," Ryosuke gave a sharp, short nod.
"Aww," Aihara gave a small, pout. "So cold. Aren't you going to greet your old friend a bit nicer than that?" he turned to Mizusawa, glancing him up and down, smiling slightly. "A friend?" he held out his hand instead of bowing. "I'm Aihara Akira, yoroshiku."
Slowly, Mizusawa glanced at Ryosuke who was still glaring before shaking the teen's hand. As he went to pull it away, Aihara kept a hold on it, pulling him closer and looking at his hand. "Slightly rough… you into sports?" he asked, finally dropping Mizusawa's hand.
"I—"
"No," Aihara held up a finger, grinning. "Let me guess…" he fell silent, looking him over for a moment. "Gymnastics?" Mizusawa blinked, nodding. "Artistic?"
"Rhythmics…"
Aihara continued to smirk, snapping his fingers. "Damn, I was so close too."
"What do you want, Aihara?" Ryosuke finally asked, growling slightly as he stepped in front of Mizusawa.
The brunette looked up at the slightly taller boy, playing with his scarf nonchalantly. "Just saying hi. I've not seen you in years, Tsukimori. My sister misses you." Ryosuke grimaced and Aihara made a tutting sound. "Now that's mean, Tsukimori. You'd break dear Rio's heart if she saw that, again."
"Back the fuck off, Aihara." Ryosuke intensified his glare but unlike how it would with many others, it did nothing to scare Aihara off and instead made him smirk wider, grey-eyes shining in mischief.
"My, my, temper, temper, Tsukimori. Wouldn't want to get into any more trouble. You'll give your parents a bad name." Mizusawa looked more and more confused as the conversation continued but thankful Aihara seemed to begin to find it boring and turned to Mizusawa. "I'll go now," he seemed to be addressing Tsukimori, but—even still—he gently picked up Mizusawa's hand and the gymnast turned red.
Aihara bent down as if going to kiss Mizusawa's hand, until a hand on his wrist stopped him and Aihara grinned, standing up straight and dropping Mizusawa's hand. But Ryosuke only glared harder, taking a step forward, not letting go of his wrist.
The brunette perched an eyebrow, tugging his wrist out of Ryosuke's grip with almost no problem which caused Mizusawa to blink, slightly shocked. "You might want to keep an eye on him, Tsukimori." He told him quietly before leaning forward and whispering in his ear. "Someone might steal him away. After all, your boyfriend is rather cute." He laughed as Ryosuke fisted his hand Aihara's shirt, pulling him closer, breathing heavily in his anger.
"Ryosuke…"
"Say that again, Aihara." He spat. "Say that fucking again."
Aihara stared before glancing over Ryosuke's shoulder and shaking Ryosuke's hand from his shirt. "It seems we've made the manager angry." He glanced between the two of them. "I'm sure I'll see you two again sometime soon. Ja ne, Tsukimori, Mizusawa-kun." He sent them both a beaming smile before turning, hands in his pockets as he walked away.
Ryosuke was left glaring after him, chest heaving as if he had been in a fight. "Ryosuke?" Mizusawa asked quietly as the manager eyed them, deciding anything that might have ruined his business had come to a halt.
Mizusawa laid a hand on his arm. "Ryosuke? What was that about?"
Forcing his eyes away from the direction Aihara had gone in, he looked down at his boyfriend, and smiled slightly, trying to relax. "Just a classmate from middle school, that's all. Ready to go pay for this?"
The smaller gymnast eyed his boyfriend before nodding, deciding to drop it for now. "Hai, I'm ready, Ryosuke."
"You'll never guess who I saw today." Akira announced as he walked into his step-sister's room to see her sitting on her bed, painting her toe nails. The girl rolled her eyes as the older boy sat down opposite her.
"Who? That celebrity you're crazy about?" the dark haired girl tossed her long, black curls over her shoulder, nodding her head slightly to the American pop music playing from her stereo.
Akira's grin widened. "Even better dear sister Rio of mine." He leaned forward, a smug look on his face. "I believe he goes by the name of Tsukimori Ryosuke…" there was the sound of glass breaking as the bottle of nail polish was thrown to the floor and before he even finished saying the name, his sister had clenched her hands in his shirt, looking at him desperately.
"Where? How? Tell me, Akira!"
He shook his head, a small smirk-like smile on his face. "No," he held out his hand and the girl sighed, standing and making her way across the room. Digging out some money, she walked back over and placed it in his hand. He grinned and pulled out his wallet, placing it inside. "He was at Kobi's but… it seems something new has popped up. A new rival, Rio."
She stared. "When I'm done with the girl, she'll be torn the fuck apart. What's her name?"
Akira through his head back, laughing slightly. "No, no, dear sister. Now don't get ahead of yourself." He peered up at her, eyes glittering from behind his dark brown hair. "It seems he… has a boyfriend." He smirked as his step-sister growled.
"A boyfriend, eh? Well that's new. I'm sure you can help me there, though, Akira."
He nodded. "Sure, why not? He's cute. I could use a new toy. What do you want me to do?"
Slowly, the dark haired girl smirked, her arms crossing over her chest. "Oh, I know just what to do, Akira. And—don't worry—you'll get that new toy."