-Disclaimer: Flame of Recca, Gravitation, and Initial D belong to their respective artists. The storyline, character interaction/pairing, and Suguru's history are my creation though. ^-^
-Genre/Story type: Shonen-ai/Angst, philosophic, angst, serious, angst (does anyone see a pattern? ^^;)
-Series: Flame of Recca, Gravitation, Initial D
-Warnings: Contains spoilers for character histories in FoR and general spoilers for events in FoR, IniD, and Gravitation. This fic is shonen-ai, guy x guy love. Rating's probably PG-14? However, if you think you're mature enough to handle the reading, go for it. ^^ Oh... and if you think the characterization is slightly OOC for IniD, I have only seen Stage One and Two of the anime. ^^
-Author's Comments: Hi, everyone. ^^ This is my answer to Dandybell's request for Suguru fics... The story takes place right after track 28 in volume 7 in Gravitation, right after the end of volume 16 in Flame of Recca, and around the time Takumi finally races Wataru in the last two episodes of Stage 2 in the Initial D anime. Umm... if I think about it, this might be classified as "shotakon" since Koganei is only 13. But shota, for me, is sexual stuff with kids under 12. So, I'm not classifying this as shota. ^^; Line 03 was heavily influenced by, if not based off of, the novel, "The Chosen," written by Chaim Potok. The song mentioned in Line 04 was similarly inspired from listening to "the Matrix" CD. ^^;; I hope you enjoy the short fic. =P C&C appreciated, please do not post this fic anywhere without my permission. ^^;
-Thank yous: My gratefulness to Cris, Toni, and Dandybell for putting up with my whining, b*tching, and overall tantrums over the fic. They kicked my butt into continuing to work on it. ^^ I'd also like to expression my gratitude to Hase-san (ESPECIALLY Hase-san! THANKYOU!!), Kourin-san, and several other members from the Yaoi D ML who have helpfully given me a clue about some aspects of locations and driving stuff.
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Line 01: Unheard
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His bulging equipment case fell to the ground with a dull clunk.
Tiredly blinking dark brown eyes, Suguru slowly bent to retrieve his case. It had been a long day. An extremely long and exhausting day. Wearily shouldering his case, he lightly massaged his throbbing temples with his free hand.
It went without saying that to excel one must overcome difficulties the normal person would refuse to undertake. However, Bad Luck was ridiculous. It simply followed no rules; it was utter chaos. He was barely able to follow Shindou and Nakano's actions, much less comprehend the thinking that motivated them. In short, Bad Luck was the exception that proved the rule.
Letting his hand drop with a sigh, Suguru furrowed his brow and tiredly staggered on. He could complain all he wanted, but his position wasn't going to change. He was a descendent of the Seguchi family and they were gluttons for punishment. They had a drive like no other to excel. He would endure the chaos that was Bad Luck if only to show Tohma that his will was just as strong as his cousin's was.
"Brat."
It took Suguru a second to realize that the low, drunken slur was directed at him. Coming out of his contemplative trance, Suguru suddenly realized that he had wandered into one of the less used and darker walkways toward his apartment. Mentally biting back a curse and controlling the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he stopped his steps and turned to face the person that had addressed him.
"Awfully late for a snotty brat like you to be wanderin' 'round so late," cackled the hulking drunkard. Suguru swallowed hard. The man had to be at least 6' 3, over a head taller than him. Despite the stained, ragged, and worn condition of his clothes, the older man was powerfully built. The flicking, dim light from the only streetlight on the long stretch of road cast dark, eerie shadows across the thug-like man's sharp and angled face. The stench of beer and whiskey reeked like a disgusting mist of vomit from the man's skin.
Carefully considering his words, Suguru answered politely, "It is. I'm going home right now." His grip tightened on his case. Maybe he can extricate himself from this situation without...
He was slammed up and against the wall before he could blink. "I bet you are," snarled the voice hatefully. "Little prick!" Suguru gasped out a soundless yelp of pain. The fingers of his fine-boned hands spasmed and relaxed involuntarily. "Only sluts walk out this late, you prissy piece of shit!"
Suguru's equipment case cracked against the cement floor.
"Whores shouldn't act so high and mighty like you do," the man leered, breathing rotten breath onto Suguru's gagging face. A thick, meaty hand encircled Suguru's neck and slammed the synthesizer player's head violently against unyielding brick. "I'll teach you a lesson, slut." Exhaustion prevented Suguru from reacting.
As Suguru's vision faded in and out, he felt his black vinyl pants being clumsily worked at, roughly yanked down his slim hips. He felt panic, but he couldn't breathe. All his senses blurred. Fat, moist lips forced themselves over his, biting down, bruising. He couldn't breathe. Suguru felt his body impact heavily on the floor as the man threw him down, kicking open his legs, and straddled him. A faint, luminous glow of white shone in a crescent shape on his equipment case nearby and it expanded in his fading vision.
He couldn't breathe.
"Hey!" shouted a light, melodious, distant voice. "What the hell are you doing--"
Suguru blacked out.
"You're finally awake," stated a smooth, cool voice.
Darkness. Light. Consciousness.
Dazedly blinking open his eyes, Suguru tried to sit up. He cringed at the stabbing lances of pain that vibrated through his muscles and flopped back on the sheets he had been lying on. Curling on his side, Suguru tried to regather his composure. "Where...?" he rasped hoarsely.
"For some reason, my apartment," answered the clinical voice dryly.
Suguru tried to piece his thoughts together. Yesterday, he was to be officially made part of Bad Luck due to Nakano's withdrawal... Shindou had bungled that up, announcing that utterly worthless reason for wanting Nakano back in the band... Nakano had actually accepted that reason and returned... walking home tired... mugged...
Suguru's eyes widened. Minding his sore muscles, he carefully sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Mugged... then what? A voice... The first thing Suguru registered as his vision slowly cleared was the silent rays of gold sunlight streaming through a large, glass door. They lit the neutral whites, cool blues, and midnight blacks of the sparsely decorated room.
"If you're okay, I'd like you to leave as soon as possible, please." Suguru turned toward the voice and was seized by arctic, cerulean eyes that froze the blood in his veins. The young man seated in a chair near his bed was in his late teens, but his eyes... they belied his youthful appearance with the coldness, jadedness, and maturity within them. Though dressed casually in a black, long-sleeved turtleneck and pale blue jeans, the teen excluded an air of deadly strength. The teen tilted his head and warm, gold light glinted off his flowing, long, silver hair. Suguru drew in a quiet breath. The teen was definitely beautiful.
"How long was I out?" Suguru finally asked. He seemed to be in one piece and nothing was out of order. If he had been further physically assaulted, he could not remember. As he didn't want to know if he had been, he did not ask.
The teen closed his eyes briefly in slight exasperation and sighed. "Ten hours. Other than bruises and a near concussion, you're fine."
Suguru digested the other's words slowly. (Good, I haven't missed the scheduled radio program for Bad Luck this evening...) "Thanks," he said, bowing slightly from his waist. "I'm Suguru Fujisaki. I assume you were the one who helped me...? Thank you very much."
"All I did was store you in my apartment," said the teen curtly. "If you want to thank someone, thank Koganei. He was the one who brought you here." Rising with fluid grace, the tall teen exited into a different room. Suguru heard the sound of running water. A moment later, the silver-haired teen returned, carrying a glass of water, which he offered to Suguru.
"I'm Tokiya Mikagami," the teen finally introduced.
Accepting the glass, Suguru gingerly sipped the cool water. From the way his throat ached, he guessed that he would have bruises forming there. Already, on his arms, where the man had grabbed him as he slammed him against the wall, ugly blue and green bruises marred his pale skin. He would have to conceal them with long sleeved clothing for a while. "Koganei...?" Suguru asked.
"My friend," answered Tokiya, leaning against the wall. "We and a few other friends just came back from a trip. He was looking around for a place to stay when he ran into your mugging."
"A... Aa. I see..." Suguru replied hesitantly, holding his glass between his hands. "By any chance, did he get my case...?"
Tokiya jerked a thumb towards another room beyond Suguru's range of sight. "It's over there." Suguru breathed a sigh of relief, a chunk of tension falling from his shoulders. Raising his glass, Suguru finished drinking the water and carefully set the empty glass on a nightstand next to the bed. Testing his steadiness, he slowly slid out of bed and waveringly stood. Sure of his ability to stand unaided, Suguru nodded again to Tokiya in gratitude.
"Could you please give Koganei-san my thanks and gratitude for his help?" he asked softly. "I regret not being able to tell him in person, but it is unlikely..."
"That is true," Tokiya acknowledged. "You can get back on your own?"
"Yes, thank you, Mikagami-san. Could you please show me to the door?"
Tokiya moved. "Of course." He strode out of the room and Suguru followed him. Evidently, Tokiya had placed him in his bedroom. The room connected to the bedroom was fairly large, being the combination of a living room and a kitchen. His equipment case sat on a low, oaken table in the living room, next to several sofas and beanbags. Tokiya picked it up easily with one hand and helpfully offered it to Suguru. Suguru took a moment to straighten his rumpled clothing and accepted his case with little difficulty. "Thank you."
Tokiya silently nodded and walked to the front door. "I will tell Koganei when I see him," he said.
"I really appreciate all your help..." Suguru bowed once more, located his shoes at the entrance, and walked out the door.
Cool, crystalline eyes watching his retreating figure. Tokiya sighed.
"Knowing Koganei's nature, I'll probably see you again."
Suguru refused to believe that Bad Luck was hopeless. It was salvageable. It... was so doomed that it wasn't even funny. He bit back a groan and restrained himself from hitting his head against a nearby wall. It might straighten out the chaos waltzing around in his brain, but the impact would undoubtedly cause him to lose more brain cells. He couldn't afford to lose brain cells if he was going to associate with Shindou... he needed every single nuance of thinking ability he possessed to retain some sort of order to the band's working process. Suguru sighed.
Who was he kidding?
However, he hoped the insane craziness that overtook his two co-workers tonight was really induced by exhaustion. He wasn't sure if he could handle it if it was their normal disposition. He doubted if even Tohma could handle Shindou's daily antics. Suguru's head throbbed.
Wincing, he stopped in his steps and breathed. He needed some rest. He still hadn't recovered from his attempted mugging yesterday night. It was just as well Shindou and Nakano were preoccupied this evening. They had utterly failed to notice the bruises rapidly forming on his throat, for which he was grateful. Shindou's natural ability to draw people's attention onto himself helped him in this case, for none of the other people present at the broadcast had commented on the state of his alertness and voice either. He had drunk some tonics and applied ice to his throat, but his efforts couldn't completely mask the hoarseness that laced his voice.
With a mild grimace, Suguru straightened, tucking his bag more securely under his arm and started to walk again. It was only a few more blocks to his apartment. This time, he picked one of the more public and well-lit roads. With luck, he would be able to get home and sleep for a lengthy amount of time... A group of shadows emerging from an alleyway caught his eye.
A scowling teen with multiple piercings, wearing clothes that screamed "Outta my way or die, guttertrash!", moodily stalked forward, obviously looking for a fight. Three other young men followed him, obviously just as eager to find a target. The leader turned and looked directly at him.
"Hey, PUNK."
Suguru mentally threw up his hands. He was having an exceedingly bad slump in luck lately. He blinked his eyes as he registered the curving red tattoo on the gangster's arm. It was the mark of a member of the Bakux gang.
(Oh shit.)
"Etou~ saa~~" a slim brunette scratched his head meditatively. "I don't think there's any open places I can afford," he sighed. "Damn. Oh well, Recca-niichan said I could stay with him, didn't he? No biggie."
Thumping a large, cloth-covered object on the ground, the young teen leaned against the bundle for a moment, relaxing. He looked at his surroundings. "Hey, this is the area near where I found that 'niichan being attacked yesterday. I wonder if he is okay... Had to leave him with Mikagami-niichan last night since I didn't have anywhere nearby to put him, but Mikagami-niichan is pretty nice even though he acts cold all the time." His ears perked up as a series of faint scuffling noises sounded nearby.
He turned his head.
"Eh?"
Somewhat prepared this time, Suguru attempted to mount some form of defense, but in the end, the group cornered him. Scratched, scraped, and a little cut, one of the Bakux members was carrying a knife, Suguru was no more worse for the wear, but he knew that was going to change unless he got away soon.
"Alright, you sonnvabitch," growled the leader, cracking his knuckles. "Show me what puny fuckface balls you're made of."
Desperately still trying to find a way to step out of the one-way slaughter, Suguru braced himself for the oncoming blow and closed his eyes.
There came a chain of thumps, wheezes, and thuds, but Suguru felt no impact. Unable to contain his anxious curiosity, Suguru cracked open his eyes.
A teen, younger than him, was leaning back against a bundled object taller than the teen himself and whistling. The teen blinked bright gold-brown eyes at him and grinned wryly. "Man, oh man... do you always attract trouble like this, 'niichan? A bit dangerous to walk around alone if you do."
Adroitly twirling the bundled object over his shoulder, the kid strode forward, ignoring the moaning, crumpled gangsters twitching on the ground around him. "Hiya!" the brunette cheerfully greeted. "I didn't get to talk to you last time. Nice to see you again!"
"You..." Suguru finally managed to get out, still stunned.
"Me?" The kid blinked cutely, pointing a finger at himself. He smiled, large, feline eyes turning up in smiling crescents.
"I'm Kaoru Koganei."
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-Genre/Story type: Shonen-ai/Angst, philosophic, angst, serious, angst (does anyone see a pattern? ^^;)
-Series: Flame of Recca, Gravitation, Initial D
-Warnings: Contains spoilers for character histories in FoR and general spoilers for events in FoR, IniD, and Gravitation. This fic is shonen-ai, guy x guy love. Rating's probably PG-14? However, if you think you're mature enough to handle the reading, go for it. ^^ Oh... and if you think the characterization is slightly OOC for IniD, I have only seen Stage One and Two of the anime. ^^
-Author's Comments: Hi, everyone. ^^ This is my answer to Dandybell's request for Suguru fics... The story takes place right after track 28 in volume 7 in Gravitation, right after the end of volume 16 in Flame of Recca, and around the time Takumi finally races Wataru in the last two episodes of Stage 2 in the Initial D anime. Umm... if I think about it, this might be classified as "shotakon" since Koganei is only 13. But shota, for me, is sexual stuff with kids under 12. So, I'm not classifying this as shota. ^^; Line 03 was heavily influenced by, if not based off of, the novel, "The Chosen," written by Chaim Potok. The song mentioned in Line 04 was similarly inspired from listening to "the Matrix" CD. ^^;; I hope you enjoy the short fic. =P C&C appreciated, please do not post this fic anywhere without my permission. ^^;
-Thank yous: My gratefulness to Cris, Toni, and Dandybell for putting up with my whining, b*tching, and overall tantrums over the fic. They kicked my butt into continuing to work on it. ^^ I'd also like to expression my gratitude to Hase-san (ESPECIALLY Hase-san! THANKYOU!!), Kourin-san, and several other members from the Yaoi D ML who have helpfully given me a clue about some aspects of locations and driving stuff.
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Line 01: Unheard
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His bulging equipment case fell to the ground with a dull clunk.
Tiredly blinking dark brown eyes, Suguru slowly bent to retrieve his case. It had been a long day. An extremely long and exhausting day. Wearily shouldering his case, he lightly massaged his throbbing temples with his free hand.
It went without saying that to excel one must overcome difficulties the normal person would refuse to undertake. However, Bad Luck was ridiculous. It simply followed no rules; it was utter chaos. He was barely able to follow Shindou and Nakano's actions, much less comprehend the thinking that motivated them. In short, Bad Luck was the exception that proved the rule.
Letting his hand drop with a sigh, Suguru furrowed his brow and tiredly staggered on. He could complain all he wanted, but his position wasn't going to change. He was a descendent of the Seguchi family and they were gluttons for punishment. They had a drive like no other to excel. He would endure the chaos that was Bad Luck if only to show Tohma that his will was just as strong as his cousin's was.
"Brat."
It took Suguru a second to realize that the low, drunken slur was directed at him. Coming out of his contemplative trance, Suguru suddenly realized that he had wandered into one of the less used and darker walkways toward his apartment. Mentally biting back a curse and controlling the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he stopped his steps and turned to face the person that had addressed him.
"Awfully late for a snotty brat like you to be wanderin' 'round so late," cackled the hulking drunkard. Suguru swallowed hard. The man had to be at least 6' 3, over a head taller than him. Despite the stained, ragged, and worn condition of his clothes, the older man was powerfully built. The flicking, dim light from the only streetlight on the long stretch of road cast dark, eerie shadows across the thug-like man's sharp and angled face. The stench of beer and whiskey reeked like a disgusting mist of vomit from the man's skin.
Carefully considering his words, Suguru answered politely, "It is. I'm going home right now." His grip tightened on his case. Maybe he can extricate himself from this situation without...
He was slammed up and against the wall before he could blink. "I bet you are," snarled the voice hatefully. "Little prick!" Suguru gasped out a soundless yelp of pain. The fingers of his fine-boned hands spasmed and relaxed involuntarily. "Only sluts walk out this late, you prissy piece of shit!"
Suguru's equipment case cracked against the cement floor.
"Whores shouldn't act so high and mighty like you do," the man leered, breathing rotten breath onto Suguru's gagging face. A thick, meaty hand encircled Suguru's neck and slammed the synthesizer player's head violently against unyielding brick. "I'll teach you a lesson, slut." Exhaustion prevented Suguru from reacting.
As Suguru's vision faded in and out, he felt his black vinyl pants being clumsily worked at, roughly yanked down his slim hips. He felt panic, but he couldn't breathe. All his senses blurred. Fat, moist lips forced themselves over his, biting down, bruising. He couldn't breathe. Suguru felt his body impact heavily on the floor as the man threw him down, kicking open his legs, and straddled him. A faint, luminous glow of white shone in a crescent shape on his equipment case nearby and it expanded in his fading vision.
He couldn't breathe.
"Hey!" shouted a light, melodious, distant voice. "What the hell are you doing--"
Suguru blacked out.
"You're finally awake," stated a smooth, cool voice.
Darkness. Light. Consciousness.
Dazedly blinking open his eyes, Suguru tried to sit up. He cringed at the stabbing lances of pain that vibrated through his muscles and flopped back on the sheets he had been lying on. Curling on his side, Suguru tried to regather his composure. "Where...?" he rasped hoarsely.
"For some reason, my apartment," answered the clinical voice dryly.
Suguru tried to piece his thoughts together. Yesterday, he was to be officially made part of Bad Luck due to Nakano's withdrawal... Shindou had bungled that up, announcing that utterly worthless reason for wanting Nakano back in the band... Nakano had actually accepted that reason and returned... walking home tired... mugged...
Suguru's eyes widened. Minding his sore muscles, he carefully sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Mugged... then what? A voice... The first thing Suguru registered as his vision slowly cleared was the silent rays of gold sunlight streaming through a large, glass door. They lit the neutral whites, cool blues, and midnight blacks of the sparsely decorated room.
"If you're okay, I'd like you to leave as soon as possible, please." Suguru turned toward the voice and was seized by arctic, cerulean eyes that froze the blood in his veins. The young man seated in a chair near his bed was in his late teens, but his eyes... they belied his youthful appearance with the coldness, jadedness, and maturity within them. Though dressed casually in a black, long-sleeved turtleneck and pale blue jeans, the teen excluded an air of deadly strength. The teen tilted his head and warm, gold light glinted off his flowing, long, silver hair. Suguru drew in a quiet breath. The teen was definitely beautiful.
"How long was I out?" Suguru finally asked. He seemed to be in one piece and nothing was out of order. If he had been further physically assaulted, he could not remember. As he didn't want to know if he had been, he did not ask.
The teen closed his eyes briefly in slight exasperation and sighed. "Ten hours. Other than bruises and a near concussion, you're fine."
Suguru digested the other's words slowly. (Good, I haven't missed the scheduled radio program for Bad Luck this evening...) "Thanks," he said, bowing slightly from his waist. "I'm Suguru Fujisaki. I assume you were the one who helped me...? Thank you very much."
"All I did was store you in my apartment," said the teen curtly. "If you want to thank someone, thank Koganei. He was the one who brought you here." Rising with fluid grace, the tall teen exited into a different room. Suguru heard the sound of running water. A moment later, the silver-haired teen returned, carrying a glass of water, which he offered to Suguru.
"I'm Tokiya Mikagami," the teen finally introduced.
Accepting the glass, Suguru gingerly sipped the cool water. From the way his throat ached, he guessed that he would have bruises forming there. Already, on his arms, where the man had grabbed him as he slammed him against the wall, ugly blue and green bruises marred his pale skin. He would have to conceal them with long sleeved clothing for a while. "Koganei...?" Suguru asked.
"My friend," answered Tokiya, leaning against the wall. "We and a few other friends just came back from a trip. He was looking around for a place to stay when he ran into your mugging."
"A... Aa. I see..." Suguru replied hesitantly, holding his glass between his hands. "By any chance, did he get my case...?"
Tokiya jerked a thumb towards another room beyond Suguru's range of sight. "It's over there." Suguru breathed a sigh of relief, a chunk of tension falling from his shoulders. Raising his glass, Suguru finished drinking the water and carefully set the empty glass on a nightstand next to the bed. Testing his steadiness, he slowly slid out of bed and waveringly stood. Sure of his ability to stand unaided, Suguru nodded again to Tokiya in gratitude.
"Could you please give Koganei-san my thanks and gratitude for his help?" he asked softly. "I regret not being able to tell him in person, but it is unlikely..."
"That is true," Tokiya acknowledged. "You can get back on your own?"
"Yes, thank you, Mikagami-san. Could you please show me to the door?"
Tokiya moved. "Of course." He strode out of the room and Suguru followed him. Evidently, Tokiya had placed him in his bedroom. The room connected to the bedroom was fairly large, being the combination of a living room and a kitchen. His equipment case sat on a low, oaken table in the living room, next to several sofas and beanbags. Tokiya picked it up easily with one hand and helpfully offered it to Suguru. Suguru took a moment to straighten his rumpled clothing and accepted his case with little difficulty. "Thank you."
Tokiya silently nodded and walked to the front door. "I will tell Koganei when I see him," he said.
"I really appreciate all your help..." Suguru bowed once more, located his shoes at the entrance, and walked out the door.
Cool, crystalline eyes watching his retreating figure. Tokiya sighed.
"Knowing Koganei's nature, I'll probably see you again."
Suguru refused to believe that Bad Luck was hopeless. It was salvageable. It... was so doomed that it wasn't even funny. He bit back a groan and restrained himself from hitting his head against a nearby wall. It might straighten out the chaos waltzing around in his brain, but the impact would undoubtedly cause him to lose more brain cells. He couldn't afford to lose brain cells if he was going to associate with Shindou... he needed every single nuance of thinking ability he possessed to retain some sort of order to the band's working process. Suguru sighed.
Who was he kidding?
However, he hoped the insane craziness that overtook his two co-workers tonight was really induced by exhaustion. He wasn't sure if he could handle it if it was their normal disposition. He doubted if even Tohma could handle Shindou's daily antics. Suguru's head throbbed.
Wincing, he stopped in his steps and breathed. He needed some rest. He still hadn't recovered from his attempted mugging yesterday night. It was just as well Shindou and Nakano were preoccupied this evening. They had utterly failed to notice the bruises rapidly forming on his throat, for which he was grateful. Shindou's natural ability to draw people's attention onto himself helped him in this case, for none of the other people present at the broadcast had commented on the state of his alertness and voice either. He had drunk some tonics and applied ice to his throat, but his efforts couldn't completely mask the hoarseness that laced his voice.
With a mild grimace, Suguru straightened, tucking his bag more securely under his arm and started to walk again. It was only a few more blocks to his apartment. This time, he picked one of the more public and well-lit roads. With luck, he would be able to get home and sleep for a lengthy amount of time... A group of shadows emerging from an alleyway caught his eye.
A scowling teen with multiple piercings, wearing clothes that screamed "Outta my way or die, guttertrash!", moodily stalked forward, obviously looking for a fight. Three other young men followed him, obviously just as eager to find a target. The leader turned and looked directly at him.
"Hey, PUNK."
Suguru mentally threw up his hands. He was having an exceedingly bad slump in luck lately. He blinked his eyes as he registered the curving red tattoo on the gangster's arm. It was the mark of a member of the Bakux gang.
(Oh shit.)
"Etou~ saa~~" a slim brunette scratched his head meditatively. "I don't think there's any open places I can afford," he sighed. "Damn. Oh well, Recca-niichan said I could stay with him, didn't he? No biggie."
Thumping a large, cloth-covered object on the ground, the young teen leaned against the bundle for a moment, relaxing. He looked at his surroundings. "Hey, this is the area near where I found that 'niichan being attacked yesterday. I wonder if he is okay... Had to leave him with Mikagami-niichan last night since I didn't have anywhere nearby to put him, but Mikagami-niichan is pretty nice even though he acts cold all the time." His ears perked up as a series of faint scuffling noises sounded nearby.
He turned his head.
"Eh?"
Somewhat prepared this time, Suguru attempted to mount some form of defense, but in the end, the group cornered him. Scratched, scraped, and a little cut, one of the Bakux members was carrying a knife, Suguru was no more worse for the wear, but he knew that was going to change unless he got away soon.
"Alright, you sonnvabitch," growled the leader, cracking his knuckles. "Show me what puny fuckface balls you're made of."
Desperately still trying to find a way to step out of the one-way slaughter, Suguru braced himself for the oncoming blow and closed his eyes.
There came a chain of thumps, wheezes, and thuds, but Suguru felt no impact. Unable to contain his anxious curiosity, Suguru cracked open his eyes.
A teen, younger than him, was leaning back against a bundled object taller than the teen himself and whistling. The teen blinked bright gold-brown eyes at him and grinned wryly. "Man, oh man... do you always attract trouble like this, 'niichan? A bit dangerous to walk around alone if you do."
Adroitly twirling the bundled object over his shoulder, the kid strode forward, ignoring the moaning, crumpled gangsters twitching on the ground around him. "Hiya!" the brunette cheerfully greeted. "I didn't get to talk to you last time. Nice to see you again!"
"You..." Suguru finally managed to get out, still stunned.
"Me?" The kid blinked cutely, pointing a finger at himself. He smiled, large, feline eyes turning up in smiling crescents.
"I'm Kaoru Koganei."
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