Subaru in America
Chapter 2
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, what did you think of the first chapter? Liked it? Well, you obviously did if you want to read the next one.
WARNING: As with all Tokyo Babylon, this contains YAOI. It's on the verge of limeness, but not really, ya know. Anyway, enjoy!
"Oh my God!" Hokuto squealed gaily as she stared out the window of the large passenger jet. "Look how high we are!"
Subaru clutched the armrest of the chair. It was his first time flying in an airplane and he was petrified. He turned his head to look behind him where Seishiro sat four rows back. The man waved and smiled. The smile was comforting, but Subaru wished Seishiro was sitting with him instead of Hokuto who kept on saying "bomb" and "we're gonna crash" whenever she felt like it.
They had been very lucky to get on the plane. Hokuto swore not to leave unless Seishiro was with them, and he had to wait on standby. The flight was almost completely full and they were about to take off when someone threw up on the plane. Of course, they left and Seishiro was put in their seat after it was cleaned.
"Wow, Subaru," Hokuto chimed. "Wouldn't it be cool if we crashed in the water and had to swim to the US?" She gave a maniacal titter.
"Ho-Hokuto," Subaru squeaked, "I don't think you should say that on an airplane."
"What?" Hokuto questioned as if she didn't know.
Subaru whispered, "We're going to crash."
"What did you say?"
Subaru said a little more loudly, "We're going to crash."
"Come again?"
"We're going to crash!" Subaru shouted.
Everyone in the plane turned towards Subaru, giving him dirty looks. A flight attendant walked over and asked him to be quiet. All the while, Subaru was blushing bright crimson and Hokuto was laughing her head off.
"I can't believe you fell for that!" she snickered.
Behind them, Seishiro opened up the New York Times they provided on the plane and read the Classifieds section.
Subaru entered the humble, colonial-style house surrounded by great oak and maple trees. The house was small, but quaint and adequate for three people. It was fully furnished-a sofa in the family room, dinning table in the eating area, a bed in each bedroom, and a TV in the family room as well- and even had cutlery and dishes ready for use.
"This is great," Hokuto informed her companions as she slammed a drawer. "I can't wait to use forks and knives. I was getting so sick of using chopsticks my whole life!" She sighed and plopped down onto the sofa. "Grandmother really knows how to take care of us."
Subaru nodded, trying to carry all of his things inside. Their grandmother really did know how to take care of them. She had even arranged for a limousine to take them from the airport to the house.
Hokuto jumped up and grabbed her lightest suitcase. "Well, let's get settled!" And she skipped up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.
"Hokuto!" Subaru called after her. "We just got here. Can't we just relax?"
His sister half tumbled down the stairs. "You're right. Let's watch some TV!" She jumped back onto the sofa.
Seishiro entered carrying his bags as well as most of Hokuto's. Though they looked heavy, Seishiro appeared completely comfortable carrying everything. He marched up the stairs, not staggering for a moment.
"Seishiro!" Subaru called. "Do you need any help?"
Seishiro laughed. "Remember, I'm the man in this relationship. I can't have you doing any of the hard work."
Hokuto sneered. "Yeah, if Seishiro's boyfriend got tired, how would they be able to stay up all night having…"
"Hokuto!" Subaru cried, interrupting what he knew was going to turn out to be something dirty. Subaru was blushing so much, even his ears were turning red.
After triumphantly embarrassing Subaru, Hokuto turned the TV on. Subaru sat down and watched what he assumed was the news. Hokuto laughed.
"What's so funny?" Subaru asked.
Hokuto pointed to the TV. "Don't you get it?"
Subaru shook his head no.
"It's a farce on news!" Hokuto informed him.
Subaru watched the show for a few more minutes. He did not understand any of the jokes. In fact, he didn't understand most of the words they were saying.
Hokuto stared at him. "Subaru…"
"Yes?"
"Don't you understand English?"
"Well, some of it," Subaru answered, embarrassed.
"Subaru! How are you going to go to American school if you don't speak English?" Hokuto questioned, frustrated.
Subaru frowned. "I can speak and understand English!"
"Maybe, but you're going to have to take one of those special classes," Hokuto informed him.
"Special classes?"
Hokuto nodded. "Yeah. Remember the Japanese as a second language class we had at our school? Well, I was reading the list of courses for our new school and they have an English as a second language class." She whipped out the booklet from her bag and handed it to Subaru.
He simply stared at it. "Um…"
"Oh, no," Hokuto said, looking at Subaru strangely. "Don't tell me you can't read English."
Subaru looked at her innocently. "I know some words and all the letters."
"Seishiro!" Hokuto called. "You're fiancé's illiterate!"
Her brother objected, "No I'm not! I just never really paid any attention in English class."
Seishiro came down stairs holding a newspaper. He strolled over to Subaru and put his arms around him. "Don't worry, I'll help you."
Subaru blushed.
"How?" Hokuto asked. "We have to go to our school tomorrow!"
Seishiro showed Hokuto a highlighted part on the classified section of the newspaper.
"You're going to be a biology teacher at our high school?" Hokuto inquired.
Seishiro nodded. "If any of the teachers fail my Subaru, I'll kill them." He gave an extremely exaggerated laugh.
All Subaru could do was sit apprehensively, dreading what tomorrow would bring. He looked at the watch on his wrist. It was eleven at night.
Seishiro caught a glimpse of his watch as well. "Oh, my. Time for bed. We have to get up at six in the morning. Better go to sleep now."
"Good idea," Hokuto agreed, yawning. "I'm bushed. Night, all." She skipped upstairs to her room.
Subaru went up the stairs with Seishiro following close behind.
Subaru looked behind him and caught Seishiro staring at him. "What are you thinking?" he asked suspiciously.
The other smiled. "How nice your ass looks."
"Seishiro!" Subaru cried, running the rest of the way up the stairs.
Hokuto was already in her pajamas and brushing her teeth. "Hey guys," she said. "You know, there are only two beds in the whole house."
"I'll sleep on the couch," Subaru volunteered.
Seishiro objected. "I won't hear of it! You're sleeping on the bed."
"Are you sure Seishiro?" Subaru asked as he entered the nicely decorated bedroom.
"Positive," Seishiro answered with a smile. He went in the room with him. "Let's get in our pajamas."
Subaru nodded as Seishiro shut the door.
"Woo hoo!" Hokuto cried from the other side. "Go Seishiro and Subaru!"
Subaru panicked. "Seishiro, um, don't you need your privacy?"
The other laughed. "Always thinking of others. No, I'm fine." He unbuttoned his shirt.
"Seishiro!" Subaru squeaked. "What are you doing?"
By then, Seishiro had his shirt off. "Undressing so I can get into my pajamas, as should you."
"Not with you in here!"
Seishiro smiled. "Don't be so modest, Subaru. We're both mature males."
Subaru turned to face to wall. "I just don't feel comfortable."
"Why not?"
"I don't know." He wanted to see what Seishiro was doing.
Subaru heard him unzip his suitcase. "Well, I think you should throw caution to the wind and stop being so modest."
Subaru peeked over his shoulder. Right in front of him, he saw Seishiro in his underwear, his back to Subaru, digging in his suitcase. Subaru quickly turned to face the wall again.
Oh my God. What do I do? he asked himself.
"Oh, damn," Seishiro cursed. "I forgot to pack pajamas! Well, looks like I'll have to sleep in my underwear."
"Seishiro?"
"Yes?"
"Please get under the blankets."
"Why?"
Subaru blushed. "I-I don't want to s-see you."
"Why not? Aren't you curious?"
"N-no!"
"Are you sure?"
Subaru was silent for a moment. He was, but didn't want Seishiro to know.
"Subaru, aren't you curious?" Seishiro asked again.
"Seishiro," Subaru said, swallowing the saliva in his mouth. "Please get under the covers."
He heard Seishiro go into the bed and pull the covers over himself. "Happy?"
Subaru turned around and saw Seishiro in the bed, the blankets just covering his waist and below. He was smiling and giving Subaru looks.
"I'm going to sleep on the couch!" Subaru exclaimed, heading for the door. He jiggled the handle, but the door wouldn't open. Pushing on the door he cried, "Open!"
"Uh-uh," Hokuto's voice on the other side sang. "I locked the door from the outside. You're not getting out until tomorrow morning."
"Hokuto!" Subaru yelled fiercely, fiercely pushing at the door.
"No way, Subaru," Hokuto teased. "This is the only way for you guys to really get to know each other." She chuckled and walked down the hall.
Subaru turned to face Seishiro. "Did you tell her to do this?"
The man in the bed shrugged.
After giving the door an angry punch, Subaru sat pretzel-style on the floor.
"Subaru," Seishiro said, in a singsong voice. "Why don't you get in your pajamas and come into bed?"
Blushing, Subaru answered, "Seishiro, I don't want to, you know, do anything."
Seishiro tried to look puzzled. "What do you mean? What would I do to?"
"Seishiro," Subaru said, staring at the door, "you know what I mean."
"No, I'm afraid I don't."
He sighed. "I don't want you to do anything to me like you did in Tokyo Tower that night."
Seishiro presented an expression of cognition. "Oh, yes." He smiled. "But don't you think that was beautiful."
The younger turned to face Seishiro. He was so handsome, so attractive. To Subaru, he was more than a friend, he was his first love, his beloved. But how could he love a man? What was it inside of him that made him succumb to him? Perhaps it was his compassion for life and love. Or it was his complete devotion towards Subaru.
"I don't know what I think, Seishiro," he voiced.
"Come here," Seishiro ordered, but benevolently, and with tenderness.
Obeying, Subaru walked over to the bed.
"Lie down," the other commanded, delicately.
Like a puppet, Subaru climbed into the bed and lay his head on Seishiro's lap. He gently stroke Subaru's head, his soft hands warmed Subaru's chilled face. Smiling at him, Seishiro whispered, "Why have you denied me your love?"
"I don't know," Subaru murmured quietly. "I, well, maybe it's 'wrong'."
Seishiro snickered a bit, and continued to caress Subaru's head. "Why do you think it's wrong?"
Subaru curled up closer to Seishiro. "We're both male."
The other chuckled. "True love goes beyond the physical form."
Quickly, Subaru sat up. "True love?"
Seishiro nodded.
Abruptly, as if fleeing from him, Subaru jumped out of the bed away from Seishiro. He stared at him, Seishiro's dark eyes gleaming from the insignificant lamplight. The source of light flickered slightly, causing the shadows to play and dance across his face like sheets of somber, black silk in an eerie wind. He appeared to be downhearted by Subaru's sudden actions; his expression was that of a man who was denied his greatest desire, aspiration, and carnality. Pains of distress overcame Subaru at that moment. He did not know whether to remain or flee; to be safe with the man who had acknowledged his love or to be safe away from any stresses of being loved.
"Seishiro, I…" Subaru started, searching for the words.
Seishiro stood and walked over to him. He was only in his underwear and had no feelings of embarrassment or modesty. Gazing deep into Subaru's eyes, he grabbed his hand, clutching it to his chest. They stared at each other for a few, awkward moments before Seishiro brought Subaru's hand to his lips and gently kissed his fingers. For the first time, Subaru did not back away.
"What would you do if I kissed you on your face?" Seishiro inquired, speaking tenderly.
"I would," Subaru choked, "blush."
Seishiro's face moved in closer and closer to Subaru's. He was breathing heavily, his excitement obvious and clear. He gently dropped Subaru's hand and moved his own to the other's face. His fingers gently caressed Subaru's flushed cheeks, while Subaru stood wide eyed, his pupils diminishing deep within the whites of his eyes. As Seishiro drew near, his warm touch tightening around the other's face, Subaru closed his eyes, sealing off all light.
"Seishiro," he whispered, barely breathing.
"Yes?" Seishiro answered in equal amplification.
"Why do you love me?" Subaru uttered, moving himself this time, intimately close.
Seishiro smiled and, with his other hand, brought Subaru's waist closer to his. "I'll never tell."
Chapter 2
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, what did you think of the first chapter? Liked it? Well, you obviously did if you want to read the next one.
WARNING: As with all Tokyo Babylon, this contains YAOI. It's on the verge of limeness, but not really, ya know. Anyway, enjoy!
"Oh my God!" Hokuto squealed gaily as she stared out the window of the large passenger jet. "Look how high we are!"
Subaru clutched the armrest of the chair. It was his first time flying in an airplane and he was petrified. He turned his head to look behind him where Seishiro sat four rows back. The man waved and smiled. The smile was comforting, but Subaru wished Seishiro was sitting with him instead of Hokuto who kept on saying "bomb" and "we're gonna crash" whenever she felt like it.
They had been very lucky to get on the plane. Hokuto swore not to leave unless Seishiro was with them, and he had to wait on standby. The flight was almost completely full and they were about to take off when someone threw up on the plane. Of course, they left and Seishiro was put in their seat after it was cleaned.
"Wow, Subaru," Hokuto chimed. "Wouldn't it be cool if we crashed in the water and had to swim to the US?" She gave a maniacal titter.
"Ho-Hokuto," Subaru squeaked, "I don't think you should say that on an airplane."
"What?" Hokuto questioned as if she didn't know.
Subaru whispered, "We're going to crash."
"What did you say?"
Subaru said a little more loudly, "We're going to crash."
"Come again?"
"We're going to crash!" Subaru shouted.
Everyone in the plane turned towards Subaru, giving him dirty looks. A flight attendant walked over and asked him to be quiet. All the while, Subaru was blushing bright crimson and Hokuto was laughing her head off.
"I can't believe you fell for that!" she snickered.
Behind them, Seishiro opened up the New York Times they provided on the plane and read the Classifieds section.
Subaru entered the humble, colonial-style house surrounded by great oak and maple trees. The house was small, but quaint and adequate for three people. It was fully furnished-a sofa in the family room, dinning table in the eating area, a bed in each bedroom, and a TV in the family room as well- and even had cutlery and dishes ready for use.
"This is great," Hokuto informed her companions as she slammed a drawer. "I can't wait to use forks and knives. I was getting so sick of using chopsticks my whole life!" She sighed and plopped down onto the sofa. "Grandmother really knows how to take care of us."
Subaru nodded, trying to carry all of his things inside. Their grandmother really did know how to take care of them. She had even arranged for a limousine to take them from the airport to the house.
Hokuto jumped up and grabbed her lightest suitcase. "Well, let's get settled!" And she skipped up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.
"Hokuto!" Subaru called after her. "We just got here. Can't we just relax?"
His sister half tumbled down the stairs. "You're right. Let's watch some TV!" She jumped back onto the sofa.
Seishiro entered carrying his bags as well as most of Hokuto's. Though they looked heavy, Seishiro appeared completely comfortable carrying everything. He marched up the stairs, not staggering for a moment.
"Seishiro!" Subaru called. "Do you need any help?"
Seishiro laughed. "Remember, I'm the man in this relationship. I can't have you doing any of the hard work."
Hokuto sneered. "Yeah, if Seishiro's boyfriend got tired, how would they be able to stay up all night having…"
"Hokuto!" Subaru cried, interrupting what he knew was going to turn out to be something dirty. Subaru was blushing so much, even his ears were turning red.
After triumphantly embarrassing Subaru, Hokuto turned the TV on. Subaru sat down and watched what he assumed was the news. Hokuto laughed.
"What's so funny?" Subaru asked.
Hokuto pointed to the TV. "Don't you get it?"
Subaru shook his head no.
"It's a farce on news!" Hokuto informed him.
Subaru watched the show for a few more minutes. He did not understand any of the jokes. In fact, he didn't understand most of the words they were saying.
Hokuto stared at him. "Subaru…"
"Yes?"
"Don't you understand English?"
"Well, some of it," Subaru answered, embarrassed.
"Subaru! How are you going to go to American school if you don't speak English?" Hokuto questioned, frustrated.
Subaru frowned. "I can speak and understand English!"
"Maybe, but you're going to have to take one of those special classes," Hokuto informed him.
"Special classes?"
Hokuto nodded. "Yeah. Remember the Japanese as a second language class we had at our school? Well, I was reading the list of courses for our new school and they have an English as a second language class." She whipped out the booklet from her bag and handed it to Subaru.
He simply stared at it. "Um…"
"Oh, no," Hokuto said, looking at Subaru strangely. "Don't tell me you can't read English."
Subaru looked at her innocently. "I know some words and all the letters."
"Seishiro!" Hokuto called. "You're fiancé's illiterate!"
Her brother objected, "No I'm not! I just never really paid any attention in English class."
Seishiro came down stairs holding a newspaper. He strolled over to Subaru and put his arms around him. "Don't worry, I'll help you."
Subaru blushed.
"How?" Hokuto asked. "We have to go to our school tomorrow!"
Seishiro showed Hokuto a highlighted part on the classified section of the newspaper.
"You're going to be a biology teacher at our high school?" Hokuto inquired.
Seishiro nodded. "If any of the teachers fail my Subaru, I'll kill them." He gave an extremely exaggerated laugh.
All Subaru could do was sit apprehensively, dreading what tomorrow would bring. He looked at the watch on his wrist. It was eleven at night.
Seishiro caught a glimpse of his watch as well. "Oh, my. Time for bed. We have to get up at six in the morning. Better go to sleep now."
"Good idea," Hokuto agreed, yawning. "I'm bushed. Night, all." She skipped upstairs to her room.
Subaru went up the stairs with Seishiro following close behind.
Subaru looked behind him and caught Seishiro staring at him. "What are you thinking?" he asked suspiciously.
The other smiled. "How nice your ass looks."
"Seishiro!" Subaru cried, running the rest of the way up the stairs.
Hokuto was already in her pajamas and brushing her teeth. "Hey guys," she said. "You know, there are only two beds in the whole house."
"I'll sleep on the couch," Subaru volunteered.
Seishiro objected. "I won't hear of it! You're sleeping on the bed."
"Are you sure Seishiro?" Subaru asked as he entered the nicely decorated bedroom.
"Positive," Seishiro answered with a smile. He went in the room with him. "Let's get in our pajamas."
Subaru nodded as Seishiro shut the door.
"Woo hoo!" Hokuto cried from the other side. "Go Seishiro and Subaru!"
Subaru panicked. "Seishiro, um, don't you need your privacy?"
The other laughed. "Always thinking of others. No, I'm fine." He unbuttoned his shirt.
"Seishiro!" Subaru squeaked. "What are you doing?"
By then, Seishiro had his shirt off. "Undressing so I can get into my pajamas, as should you."
"Not with you in here!"
Seishiro smiled. "Don't be so modest, Subaru. We're both mature males."
Subaru turned to face to wall. "I just don't feel comfortable."
"Why not?"
"I don't know." He wanted to see what Seishiro was doing.
Subaru heard him unzip his suitcase. "Well, I think you should throw caution to the wind and stop being so modest."
Subaru peeked over his shoulder. Right in front of him, he saw Seishiro in his underwear, his back to Subaru, digging in his suitcase. Subaru quickly turned to face the wall again.
Oh my God. What do I do? he asked himself.
"Oh, damn," Seishiro cursed. "I forgot to pack pajamas! Well, looks like I'll have to sleep in my underwear."
"Seishiro?"
"Yes?"
"Please get under the blankets."
"Why?"
Subaru blushed. "I-I don't want to s-see you."
"Why not? Aren't you curious?"
"N-no!"
"Are you sure?"
Subaru was silent for a moment. He was, but didn't want Seishiro to know.
"Subaru, aren't you curious?" Seishiro asked again.
"Seishiro," Subaru said, swallowing the saliva in his mouth. "Please get under the covers."
He heard Seishiro go into the bed and pull the covers over himself. "Happy?"
Subaru turned around and saw Seishiro in the bed, the blankets just covering his waist and below. He was smiling and giving Subaru looks.
"I'm going to sleep on the couch!" Subaru exclaimed, heading for the door. He jiggled the handle, but the door wouldn't open. Pushing on the door he cried, "Open!"
"Uh-uh," Hokuto's voice on the other side sang. "I locked the door from the outside. You're not getting out until tomorrow morning."
"Hokuto!" Subaru yelled fiercely, fiercely pushing at the door.
"No way, Subaru," Hokuto teased. "This is the only way for you guys to really get to know each other." She chuckled and walked down the hall.
Subaru turned to face Seishiro. "Did you tell her to do this?"
The man in the bed shrugged.
After giving the door an angry punch, Subaru sat pretzel-style on the floor.
"Subaru," Seishiro said, in a singsong voice. "Why don't you get in your pajamas and come into bed?"
Blushing, Subaru answered, "Seishiro, I don't want to, you know, do anything."
Seishiro tried to look puzzled. "What do you mean? What would I do to?"
"Seishiro," Subaru said, staring at the door, "you know what I mean."
"No, I'm afraid I don't."
He sighed. "I don't want you to do anything to me like you did in Tokyo Tower that night."
Seishiro presented an expression of cognition. "Oh, yes." He smiled. "But don't you think that was beautiful."
The younger turned to face Seishiro. He was so handsome, so attractive. To Subaru, he was more than a friend, he was his first love, his beloved. But how could he love a man? What was it inside of him that made him succumb to him? Perhaps it was his compassion for life and love. Or it was his complete devotion towards Subaru.
"I don't know what I think, Seishiro," he voiced.
"Come here," Seishiro ordered, but benevolently, and with tenderness.
Obeying, Subaru walked over to the bed.
"Lie down," the other commanded, delicately.
Like a puppet, Subaru climbed into the bed and lay his head on Seishiro's lap. He gently stroke Subaru's head, his soft hands warmed Subaru's chilled face. Smiling at him, Seishiro whispered, "Why have you denied me your love?"
"I don't know," Subaru murmured quietly. "I, well, maybe it's 'wrong'."
Seishiro snickered a bit, and continued to caress Subaru's head. "Why do you think it's wrong?"
Subaru curled up closer to Seishiro. "We're both male."
The other chuckled. "True love goes beyond the physical form."
Quickly, Subaru sat up. "True love?"
Seishiro nodded.
Abruptly, as if fleeing from him, Subaru jumped out of the bed away from Seishiro. He stared at him, Seishiro's dark eyes gleaming from the insignificant lamplight. The source of light flickered slightly, causing the shadows to play and dance across his face like sheets of somber, black silk in an eerie wind. He appeared to be downhearted by Subaru's sudden actions; his expression was that of a man who was denied his greatest desire, aspiration, and carnality. Pains of distress overcame Subaru at that moment. He did not know whether to remain or flee; to be safe with the man who had acknowledged his love or to be safe away from any stresses of being loved.
"Seishiro, I…" Subaru started, searching for the words.
Seishiro stood and walked over to him. He was only in his underwear and had no feelings of embarrassment or modesty. Gazing deep into Subaru's eyes, he grabbed his hand, clutching it to his chest. They stared at each other for a few, awkward moments before Seishiro brought Subaru's hand to his lips and gently kissed his fingers. For the first time, Subaru did not back away.
"What would you do if I kissed you on your face?" Seishiro inquired, speaking tenderly.
"I would," Subaru choked, "blush."
Seishiro's face moved in closer and closer to Subaru's. He was breathing heavily, his excitement obvious and clear. He gently dropped Subaru's hand and moved his own to the other's face. His fingers gently caressed Subaru's flushed cheeks, while Subaru stood wide eyed, his pupils diminishing deep within the whites of his eyes. As Seishiro drew near, his warm touch tightening around the other's face, Subaru closed his eyes, sealing off all light.
"Seishiro," he whispered, barely breathing.
"Yes?" Seishiro answered in equal amplification.
"Why do you love me?" Subaru uttered, moving himself this time, intimately close.
Seishiro smiled and, with his other hand, brought Subaru's waist closer to his. "I'll never tell."