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Twilight Love
Chapter 4: Speachless Dancing

All I could do was lay in my bed for the next two days. I didn't even leave to have breakfast with Daisuke or serve a few drinks in the evening for fun. The only time I did leave my room was to dance, which even that seemed to lack the light and joy it held before the party. Both Daisuke and his father were thrilled with me because the red haired man phoned to personally thank them for such a wonderful dancer, and Daisuke told me that with a pure smile on his face yesterday. I could only give a small smile in return and crawl back into bed.

Yamato. I hadn't seen him in at least a year and he hasn't changed the least bit. Still with Taichi, still surrounded by friends who all seem to be gay, and still swimming in happiness. How I wish I were able to do that - to be as happy as he is. It's really not fair. And now I feel sorry for myself.

I groaned and buried my face into the pillow, sighing. From where I lay, I could hear my watch ticking quietly with each passing second and it seemed to be in sync with my heart beating. I could just feel it, thumping as each second past.

Are you sick, Takeru?

I bolted upright and shook my head. He must have come in when I was daydreaming.

Are you sure? You've been awfully quiet lately, Daisuke said, a concerned expression sketching his face.

I'm all right, I said shortly, not meaning to sound rude, but I really just wanted to be alone.

Do you need anything? he asked, approaching me with what seemed to be caution, as if I were breakable to even be near.

A cigarette would be good, obviously! I snapped. I stood and walked to the window ledge where I breifly glanced out and sighed, taking a seat.

He didn't say anything and left the room. I wish I weren't so angry at the moment. He isn't who I'm angry with, nor am I angry with anyone else around here. It's me. Everything is my fault. Running away, walking the streets, and now a job profession as an exotic dancer - everything's my fault.

It was raining out. Ironic how this always occurred as a person felt low. The weather has a connection with how a person's feeling, I'm sure. Then again, not everyone in Yokohama is depressed. That certainly isn't the case with Misaki and Akane, whom I can hear laughing away from a few rooms away.

A hand pressed on my shoulder and I looked up to find Daisuke holding a cigarette. He smiled gently and stole a seat next to me, holding the cigarette out. I smiled for the first time that day and gratefully excepted the little wonder of harmony. He reached forward and lit it as soon as I placed it into my mouth, and proceeded to do the same with his own.

So tell me: what went on at that party? Did someone rape you? he asked quietly.

No, of course not! They loved me there and I had a great time dancing, I said. It was the truth. I really did love dancing in front of all those men.

Did something after the party happen then?

I didn't say anything and looked away. For some reason, I had trouble lying to Daisuke. I have yet to find out why, but in the mean time, I had to suppress myself so that I didn't say anything that was uncalled for.

Takeru, you can tell me anything. You know that, don't you? He took his cigarette out of his mouth and gripped my shoulder.

I shrugged and continued my gaze outside, trying to pretend he wasn't there, which was harder than I expected.

Don't you? he persisted, shaking my shoulder.

I don't know, I said, drawing my knees to my chest and resting my head upon them. I just don't know.

What's wrong with you? he asked. What's made you change in a matter of two days?

I whispered. I coughed a bit when I inhaled improperly and drew a deep breath. Please Daisuke, I need some time to myself.

He sighed and exhaled. All right. Tonight you're on at ten. With those words, he got up and left.

I slowly finished my cigarette, just sitting there, doing nothing but listening to the sounds around me. They were not pleasant sounds. They involved Daisuke and his father screaming at each other in the room next to mine.

***

I'm positive my hips have a mind of its own. It didn't take much effort for me to dance because of this, and I felt a bit more relaxed than I had earlier. It was quieter tonight, which I noticed immediately when I came upon the stage. Yuuta and Ayaka noticed this, too, because they weren't putting in their usual effort. However, I never put in more or less of an effort. Dancing came naturally for me, as Daisuke said a few days ago, and I somehow was able to sink into a place like never before and dance my heart away.

My eyes drifted closed as the melody engulfed me, and I stood before the crowd, shaking my hips and winding myself around a pole. It was nice to let go of everything and swing around a pole for an hour or so. Make money out of it, too. I opened my eyes briefly to kneel down for a little dosage of cash, and I found myself being touched by a few number of people.

The moment the song changed, I stood and began dancing in tune with that. I felt the money rubbing against my skin and it felt good, needless to say. The crowd went back to their drinks and watching the three of us up here, as quiet as ever. I could see a few more people stroll in and decided to begin pole dancing again. As I danced provocatively with the pole, I could see with the corner of eyes a patch of blonde hair in dark clothing. It had to be my brother.

My time was ending soon and I bent over for a few more tips before gracefully dancing off stage with Yuuta and Ayaka.



I turned to find the loudmouth waitress, Reina, waving at me. She ran up to me smiling.

You have a person requesting to see you.

Thanks, but no thanks. Tell him to piss off, I said, turning around.

Who wants to see you? Daisuke asked curiously.

No one. I ran a hand through my hair.

A hot blonde guy, Reina said. Oh, I should get back out there! Toodles!

I watched her run through the doors when I felt Daisuke grab my arm.

Who is that? he asked.

No one! I said, struggling to shake his grip.

So it isn't your brother then? he asked, flinging my arm out of his grip and crossing his arms.

How do you know that? I asked angrily.

Sixth sense, he said, uncrossing his arms. A moment passed where I raised my eyebrow. Oh fine. I went up to him and asked. He wants to talk to you.

Fine. I'll go talk to him, but only because I know he's stubborn and he'll keep persisting until I do, I said, turning abruptly from Daisuke and walking through the door that led to the audience.

He spotted me immediately and I gulped at the seriousness of his expression. I sighed and summoned any courage within me to guide me towards him. When I reached the table, he gave a small smile whilst examining my physique.

Do you have anywhere more private? he asked.

No hello? Not anything. I should have expected that. Nodding, I lead him towards the employees room. Along the way, a few bills were offered. As I tried accepting them, Yamato scowled and refused to let me.

We entered the door and I could see Yuuta and Ayaka both winding down from dancing. Daisuke wasn't anywhere in sight, which surprised me, but I had other things to worry about at the moment. Standing in an awkward silence wasn't helping any either.

Unable to take the awkward silence, I asked, How did you find me?

I asked Koushiro where he hired you from.

I only nodded and offered him a seat to sit in. After refusing, we entered the awkward silent stage again.

You look great, Yamato said slowly, his eyes drifting up and down my body.

I said in the same tone of voice he was using.

Everyone seems to adore you out there, he said, looking around nervously. I turned to see his eyes landing on Yuuta, who was stripped naked in front of a mirror.

He likes his body, I said, shrugging.

Yamato cleared his throat and returned his attention towards me. So how long have you been here for?

A little over a month, I said, reaching to the hook of the lingerie and unclasping it. I also took off the fake cotton breasts and set them on my labeled hook, next to the other sets of breasts.

He looked uncertain as I did this. I see.

I nodded and ran a hand through my hair, looking for a water bottle. When my head turned the other way, I suddenly felt myself engulfed into a pair of skinny arms, holding me tightly. At first, I did nothing but stare above Yamato's shoulders towards Ayaka, who was giving me an questioning look. After a few moments, I wrapped my arms around his thin body.

Why'd you go? he asked, his voice cracking slightly. We were so worried!

I said nothing and simply hung limp in his arms, too afraid to move - do anything. I think he was too. He finally let go of me after a few minutes and looked as if he was going to cry. I hadn't seen my brother look this way since I became angry and ripped the page to a new song he wrote when I was twelve.

Why Takeru? Was someone treating you badly at school?

You know why! I snapped angrily, crossing my arms. It's obvious.

No, it's not at all. Everyone's been wondering for ages! he said, crossing his arms as well.

I snorted and laughed, surprisingly. Like it's really hard to hide a fucking child.

Uh... what? said Yamato, tilting his heads peculiarly.

Oh come on! Hikari should be nearly ready to have her baby now! I yelled, throwing my hands up in suite.

She's not pregnant, he said, wrinkling his nose. Taichi and I just saw her last week and she's as thin as ever. Has a new boyfriend as well. Iori or something like that.

She's not? My arms fell to my sides and my mouth hung open slightly.

Why would you think she is? Did you sleep with her? he asked, and he sounded very surprised, as he should be. It's not everyday that you hear about your little brother having sex with your boyfriend's sister.

We got plastered and fucked. It was out now. The main reason I packed up and left.

Yamato's hand covered his face and he shook his head. I can't believe this.

I don't even like her, okay?! We were drunk and I took advantage of her, all right? Do you understand that Yamato, or do I fucking have to spell it out?! I screamed as tears welled up in my eyes, She told me she was pregnant!

That makes it even worse! he cried out.

Well whatever. What's done is done.

You're coming home with me, Takeru, Yamato said.

I looked up at him and shook my head. No, I'm not.

You don't belong in a place this - this disgusting!

This place isn't disgusting! I'm meant to dance; I can feel it. And I have Daisuke with me, and he's not disgusting at all! I yelled, clenching my fists. How dare he.

Is that your red headed boyfriend? he asked, Or are you talking about one of the filthy people dancing here?

How can you say that when you're gay yourself?! And no, Dai is straight!

I would never do this to my body, Yamato said coldly, an expression of disgust showing upon his face.

What the hell is going on in here? Daisuke asked, running in between us.

Yamato, just get the fuck out of here! I don't want to see you ever again! I shouted, turning around.

You know what? I'll just call Mom and see what she thinks about you working here, my brother said, and I could hear digits beeping.

I turned and flung onto the ground, almost knocking Daisuke over. I latched onto Yamato's leg and begged with dear life, Please, don't call her! Please! You have no idea what shit I've been through! Please Yamato, please, please!

He looked down at me with wide eyes as tears welled up in my eyes once more. A soft expression appeared on his face as he sighed.

She's been worried to your whereabouts, he said, kneeling beside me.

I know... but just – please don't tell her. She'll force me to go back home, but I don't want to. I'm happy for the first time in my life, I said, piercing into those magnificent eyes of his.

He swallowed and bent his head, shutting his mobile. I won't, but you have to see her soon. She's in agony.

I nodded, but had no intention whatsoever to do anything about her. All I really had to do is make sure Yamato didn't phone her.

I should really go, he said, sighing. He stood and helped me to my feet, also slipping a paper of what appeared to be his cell number. Take care of yourself.

I nodded and waved goodbye as he walked out of the doors. I'm so fucking screwed, I whispered to myself and turned.

Daisuke asked from behind me.

I turned to him and saw his concerned expression, one I've been seeing a lot lately. If my mother finds out, she will skin my neck and bring me back to Odaiba. I never want to see her again.

You have the privilege to see your mother and I don't, but want to see her. He sighed and smiled. But you have your reasons. Just go get some rest.

I smiled and watched him descend, tilting my head. Daisuke as a boyfriend. Never really thought about it until now. There wasn't really any knowledge that I held over his sexuality, but if he was gay, I wouldn't mind trying a relationship with him.

End of Chapter 4