CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE


Tetsuhiro paused outside the door to his chambers, the rooms he'd been given since the day of his arrival on the island with its strange beliefs and customs. Leaning his forehead against the door, he slowly turned the knob. He hoped that Senpai for the time being was still asleep, because he feared despite any tell tale signs of the other man's feelings would still be furious. Yet as he'd been chained, he'd been unable to resist the temptation and Senpai had responded so well -– despite any protests.

It had been too much for him not to enjoy a physical reunion –- because he had feared that the whole thing might have been yet another dream from which he'd awaken, depressed.

Then before Senpai had known it was him, he'd uttered, "On-ly Mori-naga."

How sweet that had sounded to his ear and then there was that tattoo which read, 'I belong to Morinaga Tetsuhiro.'

Still, knowing his senpai's pattern he continued to fret that he might explode, especially when he'd done things to him he'd never done before. Even when Senpai enjoyed himself he got all bent out of shape afterward trying to deny it.

'He evaded my question though, when I asked him if I knew how to make him feel good, he just turned red' Thinking that his heart thumped, a small smile forming on his lips.

'There's hope after all, isn't there?'

With that thought he walked into the room and luckily for him the blond man was still asleep. Quietly stepping toward the side of the bed, green eyes gazed down, a hand lightly running through the blond tresses. Tetsuhiro couldn't help but smile tenderly down at such a peaceful expression as his dearest one slept.

'I can't very well leave him chained up, though it might be dangerous to set him free.' Yet he was certain that if he didn't unchain him now the other man's temper would soar even higher to the point where he once free would be on a murderous rampage –- not that he wouldn't be when he woke up, but hopefully the damage would be minimal.

As silently as possible, Tetsuhiro used the key he'd demanded from Rina to unlock each of the four chains. When he unlocked first one leg and then the other he gently placed them onto the bed as they were no longer held up off the mattress. Then he made it so the sheets he'd placed of his beloved earlier covered him from neck to torso to toe and lightly brushing a kiss across the blond's forehead. As he slowly stood up straight, his slightly dewy green eyes wandered to Senpai's shoulder and lingered there where that tattoo had been etched into his flesh.

Senpai's forehead broke out in a sweat, turning his head with a cry as though caught in some horrific nightmare –- a sound so mournfully pitifully sad that it caused Tetsuhiro's eyes to widen in concern. However, before he could do anything his senpai sat up in the blink of an eye, his own vibrant honey-gold irises eaten up by the pupil as he sobbed.


Souichi gasped, breathing hard, holding his arms across his midriff as he shook. That same nightmare had plagued him nearly every night since learning whom exactly had been presumed dead on flight 103. A tear streamed down one of his cheeks, before using a hand to rub it away. Turning his head however in search of his glasses, he became confused as to where he was. Then his eyes widened yet again, this time in shock, when they settled upon Morinaga.

With a hoarse voice he whispered questionly, "Mori...naga?"

His brows furrowed, still confused and wondering if perhaps he was still asleep. However his body felt too strange for it to be a simple dream –- which led to him wondering why certain parts of his body felt languid and tingly. Then as everything came flooding back, he turned an interesting shade of red before his eyes glinted up at Morinaga.

MORINAGA!"


Tetsuhiro wondered why at first Senpai had looked at him in shock, but he supposed it was because at times he could be a little slow to recall what had happened earlier. Yet it didn't take long for the other to glower angrily at him with a tone of voice that sent a shudder of fear throughout him. "Senpai, please calm down."


Souichi wrapped the blanket around him and sat up on his knees, his legs felt a little bit too much like elastic to stand, but with Morinaga right there he slammed his hand into his kouhai's chest. "What the fuck were you thinking! I show up and that's the first thing you do? And then...and then to use those...those things on me!" He stood up on shaky legs to slowly march toward where that damn pervert had landed on his ass, lifting one leg to kick out at him. Unfortunately the bastard managed to avoid it and he slipped on the sheet, falling to his knees over Morinaga. He could feel the heat of his embarrassment wash over his face, one of his hands curling into a fist.

Morinaga held up his hands in front of his face however, as he tried to calm the slighter built man down. "Please Senpai, calm down. It didn't hurt did it?"

"That's not the point!" Souichi growled at him, frustrated that he couldn't directly hit him in the face.

Morinaga placed one of his hands on the shoulder that had been tattooed on Souichi, "I'm sorry, but after seeing this... I really couldn't contain myself."

The blond man blushed even as the black haired one smiled gently up at him as he turned that lovely bright shade. "You misunderstood! It was an accident!"

"Then why didn't you get it removed? You could have easily done that before coming to look for me."

Souichi glared at him, pounding the floor on either side of Morinaga's head. "Your life was more important than that!"

Morinaga's hand clasped onto the back of Souichi's neck, startling him even before their lips touched, a tender brush of the kouhai's lips over his senpai's. At first Souichi's eyes widened and then they drooped down of their own volition. Then realizing where the situation might lead to –- again, the blond turned his head away. He wasn't about to give in, especially not for a second time that day.

"Idiot, don't keep misunderstanding me!" How could Morinaga possibly understand it, when he himself didn't. As he tried to get up he just slipped again on the sheet, but he didn't want to remove it and expose himself again. Not that he'd planned to do that before.

He grabbed the lapels of Morinaga's strange getup, but he didn't have time to worry about that, "Where the hell are those islanders, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind," he grit his teeth together.

Beneath him Morinaga looked nervous, "Senpai..."

"What!?"

"I don't think that's... such a good...idea."

"And why is that?" His face loomed threateningly over him.

"I just... don't want them... to hurt you..."

That caused Souichi to frown, "And you think I can't handle myself?"

"We-ll... I know you're strong, but the islanders are... strange and they did manage to get you chained up didn't they?" He moved his hands away from his face to gaze intently up at his senpai.

Just for that Souichi arched his hand and slap the younger man across the face, sending the dark haired man's head whipping to one side.

Morinaga lifted his hand to where his senpai had hit him. "Jeez, Senpai."

"If you'd stop talking nonsense!"

Morinaga looked serious when he gazed up at Souichi, frowning, "It's not nonsense."

Before either of them could continue their conversation, someone opened the door and walked into the room.

"Ou-sama, I heard that there is a stranger amongst the islanders and that he was here with you. Is it true that he is the one you mentioned before, the only one that could possibly be your Kisaki?"

Then noting where they were, and that the stranger was straddling Ou-sama, "Oh, pardon me, I didn't realize you two were..." she placed her hand over her mouth and coughed.

Souichi stiffened, 'Kisaki?' growing a brighter red at being caught in such a misleading position.

He glowered down at Morinaga muttering, "And what exactly have you been telling these people!?" He shifted his legs so that he was sitting on his knees next to Morinaga instead of on top of him. If only he'd done that in the first place instead of trying to stand up then the situation probably wouldn't have arisen for that old woman to be staring at him questioningly.