Part3
In the next morning Izumi was having breakfast, disinterestedly leaving through the latest sports magazines. He would have done better reading the script for then he'd have known what was coming and could have turned tail in time. As things were it came as it had to come and the boy looked up in surprise as suddenly Hirose and Kurauchi were looming over him.
"Ok, well, I had hoped that you would come and see me yesterday evening."
"Huh? What are you saying? What is this all about?"
"It's in the script. We are supposed to – how did they put it? – have a heated argument."
"But why?"
"Because you are my fiancée and were with another man for the better part of the night."
Hirose was starting to wonder whether the other had read the script at all. Maybe it'd be better to just jump a few lines. With an unnerved sigh, Izumi put down his magazine – he had been reading a really interesting article about Kojiro Hyuga – and now that. But if it was absolutely necessary he would play along. As things seemed he didn't have to say much anyway. Bored he listened for a while to Hirose's monologues yet only as the other gestured for his bodyguard did he start to pay attention. That didn't sound good. Threatening, even. Alarmed the got to his feet and backed up a few steps.
"Kurauchi, could you please turn over the table? Yes, just as the script says."
Turning to Izumi:
"You must excuse that I don't do it myself but I avoid physical violence whenever possible."
Izumi could barely rescue his precious magazine before the table crashed to the ground. Well, HE certainly wouldn't clean away that mess! After all he was traveling first class. But at least Hirose had said something about never seeing Koji again so hopefully he's see to it that that maniac left him alone – he only kept him from his training anyway. Talking about training, wasn't it time fir a round of soccer? Relieved to be able to escaped the tense atmosphere of his quarters, the boy went up onto deck. Thanks to a missing row of lifeboats there was enough space to workout. Almost enough space. After shooting the third ball into the sea Izumi decided to call it a day. Little did he know that as the devil – or rather the directress – wants, he would run into Koji who promptly dragged him into a isolated room.
"Izumi! I was so worried when you suddenly disappeared. Did that guy hurt you? He will pay for it, that I swear!"
"Disappeared?! I ran because you once again acted like Rambo and assaulted me!!"
"Oh, that doesn't matter. But you mustn't marry my brother!"
"What? Why would I marry that arrogant prig? Even you would be better."
"But the script says so. I have read the whole first page. And of course all the interesting scenes later on but we'll come to that later. At any rate you mustn't marry Hirose and escape the gilded cage you are trapped in."
Proud to have discerned the meaning of a whole paragraph that had absolutely nothing to do with sex, Koji looked at his lover, seeking his approval.
"Well, if that's your problem you might as well leave. I'm not going to stay here anywhere. I'll only finish this last season and the go to Europe to become a pro. As you see everything is quite alright."
Clearly in shock Koji stared at Izumi. Alright? Nothing was alright! His beloved Izumi was going to leave him. That mustn't happen and there was only one way to keep him from going – he had to have sex with him. Here and now. Immediately. The only alternative would be to half-strangle the other and, knowing the fan-fiction writers' cruelty he wanted to wait with that for the next coma. Without further delay, the good-looking singer lapsed into one of his endless monologues on Izumi's beauty, strength etc, hoping to lull the boy into sleep so as to overwhelm him more easily. In the end the tables were turned however because while the singer still listened to himself talking, Izumi took his chance and fled. Not wanting to outlast his luck, the soccer player decided to return to his cabin and lock himself in for the rest of the evening. The hell he would do, going back on deck and give Koji the chance to initiate a lemon scene!
And yet before he could lock the door behind himself destiny took the form of Hirose to stall him one more time.
"Koji? So what do you want now?"
"Once and for all: I. Am. Not. Koji. And I am here because the script says so, though I seem to be the only one who actually READS the damned thing. Being responsible is really hell..."
"Oh, the other nutcase. So what do you want?"
Izumi was getting seriously irritated. What had he ever done to deserve this? Was there a sign on his back, saying psychopaths and chronically violent people come here? But at least the other didn't have his gorilla of a bodyguard with him, so the boy felt relatively secure. For the time being, at least.
"I am supposed to give you a valuable present. So here it is."
Well, that was good news for a change. Delighted the boy stared at the ancient looking katana the other had pushed into his hands. And it might even come in handy! He could use it to keep the sexaholic at bay!
"It has been in the family for many years so I'd appreciate getting it back the way it is now once this is over. Please use a soft rag to wipe off blood stains. Have a nice day."
Relieved to have said his part, Hirose went to look for Kurauchi – he really didn't understand why Koji was all over this boy. Judging by what he had seen so far, that Izumi was a public danger.
Finally said danger to every human being reached his room after all and locked the door behind him. The note on his bedside table that said to come at 8.30 pm to a private talk with his trainer, caused him some confusion. Then however Izumi saw through this clever trick. But this time he hadn't bought it! Not this time! He wouldn't set a foot through that door!
In the evening Izumi's trainer, who had been especially brought in from Japan, wondered at the absence of his apprentice – he had always been so reliable before. Koji on the other hand was prepared. He had never expected for Izumi to willingly come to him and, as always when it concerned bedding his beloved, his fantasy was virtually limitless. Under the threats of massive violence the directress (who wants to file an official complaint about this treatment so it probably won't change anything), was persuaded to hand over her set of keys and by now the lovesick singer was on his way to Izumi's suite. Though he ended up in the wrong room several times and among other things let Akihito out of his wardrobe, it wasn't the way of semes hell bent on having sex to give up easily. Finally, finally, he had reached his goal He was standing in Izumi's room and this time he would be successful! The script was with him!
With a scared yip the object of his desire jumped up and to the side, barely evading Koji's attempt to jump him.
"Stop, stop, stop – STOP!! H-haven't you forgotten something? You have to paint me first, then we can talk."
"But you said yourself that I can't paint."
"Well, then you'll have keep practicing until you can!"
Izumi congratulated himself for his clever argumentation. This would keep the sex-maniac busy for weeks to come. Koji angrily shifted from one foot to the other – he hadn't imagined things to go this way. But wait! If he had to paint Izumi had to sit for him – naked. Once he got Izumi out of his clothes the rest would surely follow. A malicious grin on his face, he told the boy about this term and was quite surprised as the other immediately agreed. A soft blush colored his beloved's cheeks as he, shyly smiling, whispered that yes, he would do it but he'd rather undress in another room because that was less embarrassing. That had been easier than expected! It took Koji full five minutes to realize that the door through which Izumi had left didn't lead into some antechamber but in fact out into the hallway. Cursing, he went after him and Kurauchi, who was still trying to get the recipe was once more left to swallow dust.
"Why does everybody keep running away from me?! I just want the recipe for the shrimp cocktail!!"
At the same time the wild chase continued in other parts of the ship – much to the regret of the people working there. Izumi, who gracefully jumped all obstacles, was a minor discomfort yet Koji, roughly pushing past people and equipment alike, lost what little friends he'd had. Finally the deranged singer managed to corner his prey in one of the cargo hold – or rather Izumi had, exhausted from the run, sought cover in a standing automobile only to discover that his refuge turned into trap once the other spotted a katana pointing out of the window. With a soft moan the soccer player writhed beneath his captor but though he pounded his hand against the window in a last attempt to break free, escape was impossible. About half and hour later a disgruntled Izumi and an obviously very self- satisfied Koji left the misused vehicle. The next person to try and ride in it was in for the hell of a surprise.
TBC – soon, hopefully. And thanks for the comments *hugs*
In the next morning Izumi was having breakfast, disinterestedly leaving through the latest sports magazines. He would have done better reading the script for then he'd have known what was coming and could have turned tail in time. As things were it came as it had to come and the boy looked up in surprise as suddenly Hirose and Kurauchi were looming over him.
"Ok, well, I had hoped that you would come and see me yesterday evening."
"Huh? What are you saying? What is this all about?"
"It's in the script. We are supposed to – how did they put it? – have a heated argument."
"But why?"
"Because you are my fiancée and were with another man for the better part of the night."
Hirose was starting to wonder whether the other had read the script at all. Maybe it'd be better to just jump a few lines. With an unnerved sigh, Izumi put down his magazine – he had been reading a really interesting article about Kojiro Hyuga – and now that. But if it was absolutely necessary he would play along. As things seemed he didn't have to say much anyway. Bored he listened for a while to Hirose's monologues yet only as the other gestured for his bodyguard did he start to pay attention. That didn't sound good. Threatening, even. Alarmed the got to his feet and backed up a few steps.
"Kurauchi, could you please turn over the table? Yes, just as the script says."
Turning to Izumi:
"You must excuse that I don't do it myself but I avoid physical violence whenever possible."
Izumi could barely rescue his precious magazine before the table crashed to the ground. Well, HE certainly wouldn't clean away that mess! After all he was traveling first class. But at least Hirose had said something about never seeing Koji again so hopefully he's see to it that that maniac left him alone – he only kept him from his training anyway. Talking about training, wasn't it time fir a round of soccer? Relieved to be able to escaped the tense atmosphere of his quarters, the boy went up onto deck. Thanks to a missing row of lifeboats there was enough space to workout. Almost enough space. After shooting the third ball into the sea Izumi decided to call it a day. Little did he know that as the devil – or rather the directress – wants, he would run into Koji who promptly dragged him into a isolated room.
"Izumi! I was so worried when you suddenly disappeared. Did that guy hurt you? He will pay for it, that I swear!"
"Disappeared?! I ran because you once again acted like Rambo and assaulted me!!"
"Oh, that doesn't matter. But you mustn't marry my brother!"
"What? Why would I marry that arrogant prig? Even you would be better."
"But the script says so. I have read the whole first page. And of course all the interesting scenes later on but we'll come to that later. At any rate you mustn't marry Hirose and escape the gilded cage you are trapped in."
Proud to have discerned the meaning of a whole paragraph that had absolutely nothing to do with sex, Koji looked at his lover, seeking his approval.
"Well, if that's your problem you might as well leave. I'm not going to stay here anywhere. I'll only finish this last season and the go to Europe to become a pro. As you see everything is quite alright."
Clearly in shock Koji stared at Izumi. Alright? Nothing was alright! His beloved Izumi was going to leave him. That mustn't happen and there was only one way to keep him from going – he had to have sex with him. Here and now. Immediately. The only alternative would be to half-strangle the other and, knowing the fan-fiction writers' cruelty he wanted to wait with that for the next coma. Without further delay, the good-looking singer lapsed into one of his endless monologues on Izumi's beauty, strength etc, hoping to lull the boy into sleep so as to overwhelm him more easily. In the end the tables were turned however because while the singer still listened to himself talking, Izumi took his chance and fled. Not wanting to outlast his luck, the soccer player decided to return to his cabin and lock himself in for the rest of the evening. The hell he would do, going back on deck and give Koji the chance to initiate a lemon scene!
And yet before he could lock the door behind himself destiny took the form of Hirose to stall him one more time.
"Koji? So what do you want now?"
"Once and for all: I. Am. Not. Koji. And I am here because the script says so, though I seem to be the only one who actually READS the damned thing. Being responsible is really hell..."
"Oh, the other nutcase. So what do you want?"
Izumi was getting seriously irritated. What had he ever done to deserve this? Was there a sign on his back, saying psychopaths and chronically violent people come here? But at least the other didn't have his gorilla of a bodyguard with him, so the boy felt relatively secure. For the time being, at least.
"I am supposed to give you a valuable present. So here it is."
Well, that was good news for a change. Delighted the boy stared at the ancient looking katana the other had pushed into his hands. And it might even come in handy! He could use it to keep the sexaholic at bay!
"It has been in the family for many years so I'd appreciate getting it back the way it is now once this is over. Please use a soft rag to wipe off blood stains. Have a nice day."
Relieved to have said his part, Hirose went to look for Kurauchi – he really didn't understand why Koji was all over this boy. Judging by what he had seen so far, that Izumi was a public danger.
Finally said danger to every human being reached his room after all and locked the door behind him. The note on his bedside table that said to come at 8.30 pm to a private talk with his trainer, caused him some confusion. Then however Izumi saw through this clever trick. But this time he hadn't bought it! Not this time! He wouldn't set a foot through that door!
In the evening Izumi's trainer, who had been especially brought in from Japan, wondered at the absence of his apprentice – he had always been so reliable before. Koji on the other hand was prepared. He had never expected for Izumi to willingly come to him and, as always when it concerned bedding his beloved, his fantasy was virtually limitless. Under the threats of massive violence the directress (who wants to file an official complaint about this treatment so it probably won't change anything), was persuaded to hand over her set of keys and by now the lovesick singer was on his way to Izumi's suite. Though he ended up in the wrong room several times and among other things let Akihito out of his wardrobe, it wasn't the way of semes hell bent on having sex to give up easily. Finally, finally, he had reached his goal He was standing in Izumi's room and this time he would be successful! The script was with him!
With a scared yip the object of his desire jumped up and to the side, barely evading Koji's attempt to jump him.
"Stop, stop, stop – STOP!! H-haven't you forgotten something? You have to paint me first, then we can talk."
"But you said yourself that I can't paint."
"Well, then you'll have keep practicing until you can!"
Izumi congratulated himself for his clever argumentation. This would keep the sex-maniac busy for weeks to come. Koji angrily shifted from one foot to the other – he hadn't imagined things to go this way. But wait! If he had to paint Izumi had to sit for him – naked. Once he got Izumi out of his clothes the rest would surely follow. A malicious grin on his face, he told the boy about this term and was quite surprised as the other immediately agreed. A soft blush colored his beloved's cheeks as he, shyly smiling, whispered that yes, he would do it but he'd rather undress in another room because that was less embarrassing. That had been easier than expected! It took Koji full five minutes to realize that the door through which Izumi had left didn't lead into some antechamber but in fact out into the hallway. Cursing, he went after him and Kurauchi, who was still trying to get the recipe was once more left to swallow dust.
"Why does everybody keep running away from me?! I just want the recipe for the shrimp cocktail!!"
At the same time the wild chase continued in other parts of the ship – much to the regret of the people working there. Izumi, who gracefully jumped all obstacles, was a minor discomfort yet Koji, roughly pushing past people and equipment alike, lost what little friends he'd had. Finally the deranged singer managed to corner his prey in one of the cargo hold – or rather Izumi had, exhausted from the run, sought cover in a standing automobile only to discover that his refuge turned into trap once the other spotted a katana pointing out of the window. With a soft moan the soccer player writhed beneath his captor but though he pounded his hand against the window in a last attempt to break free, escape was impossible. About half and hour later a disgruntled Izumi and an obviously very self- satisfied Koji left the misused vehicle. The next person to try and ride in it was in for the hell of a surprise.
TBC – soon, hopefully. And thanks for the comments *hugs*