Thanks go to ZerodotJander & Akra for their beta-ing!!
Notes & Dictionary: An ooteai is different from a teai. I remember reading that before. Teai simply means match, from what I heard. Taikyoku is a game or match.
salaryman - white collar worker
suspicious - (this word is worse than shady...)
Arashi wo Yobu Otoko
by Satsuki Asuka
Shindou Hikaru (17 years old), a 2-dan Go pro of the Nihon Ki-in, had fallen into a dilemma.
The police officer across from him, who looked a lot like Ashiwara, gave him a helpless look.
(If I had just gone home when Waya said to, this wouldn't have happened...)
Hikaru stared out the window as a countless number of people strolled past.
(I don't want to think about it...)
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~Shindou Hikaru's Flashback~
There had been a teai [match] today. Afterwards, for a change of pace, Hikaru and Waya went to Shibuya for some fun.
After he and Touya had started to live together, Touya had declared that the curfew was 10 o'clock. Hikaru was naturally against this, but before he could object, Touya had simply said, "If you don't there'll be a price to pay."
"Of course if you really want to, then break curfew as often as you like. If the next day is a work day, then that price will be transferred to the day before the next day off, so brace yourself."
--Brace myself for what?
Hikaru really wanted to ask what that meant, but Touya's smile was just too scary.
(Is he just waiting for me to break the curfew?
I'll bet it's just an excuse so he can try something like that on me.)
(After we saw a movie, we went to the Dougenzaka Go salon to discuss the match, ate, and wasted time at a manga coffee shop. Then /it/ happened.)
***
"Hey, Shindou. Shouldn't you be going home soon?"
"What for? You're the one who said that we could stay out until the last train.
You're not a little kid, right?"
"No, but you are. I understand how you feel, but go home."
"No way!"
"See, you are a little kid. You got a curfew, right? It's 9 o'clock already. If you leave now, you'll barely make it in time."
"Heheh, I don't have to worry today. He's out for a taikyoku [match] and won't be home tonight. So I don't have to worry about a curfew if no one's gonna be home to time me, right?"
"...Well, that's true, but too bad."
"Waya!"
"I know how you want to have fun while he's not there to keep an eye on you, but if someone finds out that you you were out this late with me, I'm going to get in trouble. So, sorry."
Hikaru was fed up with the curfew. He wanted to forget it, just this once.
"Well, I'm leaving, so you go home too."
(And it doesn't matter if you go home or not, as long as you're not with me.)
Waya cared more about himself.
(Geez, Shindou. If I'm with you breaking your curfew, he'll think you were cheating on him or something. You know that, right?)
It would have been more helpful if Waya had said that out loud.
Left out in the middle of the streets of Shibuya, Hikaru started to sulk.
"Tch, who needs Waya anyway."
He should have gone home, but then his bad mood stopped him.
"That's right, when Touya comes back tomorrow, I can get him about staying home late on a job."
"That's childish /and/ shallow," Waya would have said, if he had heard it.
Hikaru ended up spending his time reading at the manga coffee shop.
Then the point of no return came at 10:00 p.m.
"Well, I don't have any matches tomorrow, and Touya's gonna be late anyway, so I can sleep until noon."
Hikaru never did break out of the habit of talking to himself, even after Sai left.
Then he noticed it when he tried to buy a train ticket.
-----His wallet was gone.
"What? When did..."
He rummaged through his bag furiously, but no wallet.
He must have left it at the coffee shop, since it was the last place he had needed money.
He looked around the shop, but in a place like Shibuya, the entertainment district of Tokyo, his wallet was pretty much a lost cause.
Hikaru didn't know what to do.
There was at least 20,000 yen in that wallet.
If he knew he was going to lose his wallet, he would have done something more with it.
Like get that fukahire ramen for lunch, or that new video game that he wanted...
(With 20,000 yen, I wonder how much ramen I could've eaten.)
"Aaah, how will I get home... If the Go salon was open now, I could have gotten a ride from Kawai-san.
I have taxi money, but how much would it cost? There's lots of roads to get there, and I can't explain to the taxi driver how to get to the condo from here."
Hikaru stood in the middle of the street, lost.
An empty taxi pulled up in front of him, but Hikaru didn't get in. He didn't feel comfortable taking a taxi, and beyond that....
"What a waste, to use up my taxi fare. I wonder how much ramen I could eat with that."
Hikaru had just lost his wallet, but he was stingy to the core. He didn't want to pay several thousand yen just to get home.
And that was Hikaru's second mistake. If he had just taken the taxi...
"Hey, is something wrong?"
A salaryman in his mid-thirties looked at Hikaru, concerned.
"I saw you earlier. Did something happen?"
"Well, I lost my wallet..."
Hikaru answered without thinking. It seemed that Hikaru was not only ignorant of the Go world but also the rest of the world in general.
"I see. That is a big problem. Well, if you have a bit of time, you can earn back some of the money you lost. How about it?"
"Like a baito [side/part-time job]?"
"For a short period of time, yeah."
"How much is some?"
Hikaru asked curiously. The man didn't know that, however. He thought the boy was as good as sold. He eased into a less-than-friendly smile.
"For you? I'd say about 30,000 yen."
"Thirty thousand?!"
"Yeah, if you're quiet about it, it's a good job. Is this your first time at something like this?"
"I never had a baito before. Can you really get paid for this?"
It was good job for 30,000 yen and little talk. Hikaru's eyes brightened and agreed.
The man laughed and took him by the shoulders.
"Well, it depends. I like how you look, so I wouldn't mind if you're not that quiet about it. It's kind of suffocating if you don't say anything anyway."
"Are you the president or something?"
"....Yeah. But I only have you for today."
And a few minutes more of walking.
(Wh... why are there only neon signs here? What kind of baito is this?)
Escaping the crowd of people, the man took Hikaru into a darkened area.
Feeling more and more uneasy, he looked at the man's face.
---And regretted it.
How did he get here?
The man was already flushed with desire.
When Akira looked at him like that it was pretty, but this man only gave Hikaru the creeps. Goosebumps, in fact.
"Ah.... I think I'll pass on that baito."
At those words, the man did a complete about face.
"What are you talking about? you can't just quit now after you've come this far. We have a good time, you get your money, and I get my pleasure. It's a give and take deal. So come on."
"H-hey, lemme go!"
The man's grip on his arm hurt, and Hikaru felt sick as he was pulled in.
After going berserk, biting him, and giving him a good kick to the shins, the man shrank back enough that Hikaru could half run, half stumble out the door.
Finally, when he felt safe enough to stop running, he was in tears and out of breath. And in front of him...
"Did something happen?"
When Hikaru looked up, afraid, a police officer was standing there.
"Uh.... err.... I dropped my wallet..."
~End Flashback~
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(Today was the worst.)
That was your own fault, Waya would have felt the need to point out.
(Today was the worst, but the worst hasn't come yet.)
"Shindou!!"
And the person who burst inside of the police box just then, was none other than the person who wasn't supposed to be there -- Touya Akira.
***
Left in the protection of the police box, Hikaru finally remembered his cell phone. Akira had set a daily schedule to check up on him too. He had completely forgotten.
"Oh shit..."
He put the phone to his ear, getting ready to pretend that he was sleeping in his room, when
"Where have you been and what have you been doing that you didn't call?!" Akira's angry voice came through.
"I...I'm in at h-h--"
"Dont try to lie and say you're at home. I'm there right now."
"What?! How come you're there now? Weren't you supposed to come home tomorrow?!"
"It was a loss by default, so I finished early. Did you get into trouble or something?"
"W-well, it wasn't really trouble, but how come you didn't call me?"
Hikaru could hear the thin smile in Akira's voice.
"I did call. Many times, in fact. You just didn't pick up. So where are you now? You'd better tell the truth."
With nothing left, Hikaru slumped in his chair and resigned.
***
"Shindou! If you lost your wallet, why didn't you take a taxi home?!"
"Well, I was so upset about losing my wallet that I didn't want to waste more money on a taxi fare."
"So how do you expect to get home? Did you plan on walking?!"
"Well..."
Hikaru felt a cold sweat. There was no way he could tell Akira about the prostitution thing.
"You're hiding something. Well, I'll find out when we get back. But you never think before you act. How could you decide not to take a taxi because you lost your wallet?"
"Well, when I thought about how much ramen I could eat.."
"F...fu...Fuzakeru na!!!"
Akira's anger hit Hikaru at full force. Even though they were in a police box, even the police officer couldn't say anything.
Akira, at seventeen years old, had completely overpowered the young officer by force of will alone.
"I'm not messing with you! I really thought that at the time!"
"I don't care!"
"And you're getting too upset over this! I'm not a child! I'm a pro!! And why the heck is curfew at 10 o'clock anyway?!?!"
"Only a child would get into this kind of situation!! No, you're worse than a child!!"
"I don't have to take this! I'm leaving!"
"How?"
"............"
And at that moment, before Hikaru could think of a reply, a third person entered the conflict.
"How long will it take you two to remember that you're in a police box? Shindou. Akira-kun."
A suspicious man in a white suit said with a cigarette in his hand.
"Ogata-sensei. What are you doing here?"
"....Who do you think drove Akira-kun here?"
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~Ogata Seiji's Flashback~
"What's wrong? You still don't know where Shindou went?"
Ogata had been asked (coerced) by Touya Akiko to drop something off at Akira's place, and now was half-smiling at Akira, who had not received a phone call. It was past 9 o'clock.
"....It has nothing to do with you. Thank you for the package."
With that implicit "just leave already" line, Akira dialed Hikaru's number again.
Ogata had been sitting there for an hour.
"...Shindou."
Akira's hand shook slightly as a nasty aura seemed to envelop him.
(...Shindou had better be prepared for what's coming to him.)
Hikaru was finally home, and so was Akira. Ogata (with his strange sense of humor) was looking forward to seeing Hikaru's face when Hikaru finally came home and found Akira had returned, when Akira's phone rang.
The display showed Hikaru's number.
"Where have you been and what have you been doing that you didn't call?!"
So much for the anticipated moment.
"You can't come home because you lost your wallet? You're in a police box?
What's going on? Well, don't move one step from that box! If you do, you're not going to get away."
Ogata could predict what Akira's next line was going to be.
"....Ogata-san. Could you drive me to Shibuya?"
How could he refuse that smile?
"...Let's go."
Ogata said with a sigh, and stubbed out his cigarette.
~End Flashback~
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"Ogata-sensei. What are you doing here?"
"....Who do you think drove Akira-kun here?"
He would have come in with Akira, but he had needed to park the car.
He was curious about what happened. It was too bad that he wasn't there to see most of it. Of course, Ogata couldn't say that.
"I'm sorry for the disturbance they caused. Can I take them home now?"
(What if this man is part of some sort of prostitution agency?!)
The young officer thought, looking at the suspicious-looking man. Still, without proof, he could hardly do anything.
"Ah... excuse me, what is your relation to him?"
"...I'm a friend from work."
(Friend from work? How can a man like you work with two minors like that? What kind of work...?)
"You guys have the day off tomorrow, so you might as well get a lot of rest.
And Akira, don't push it too hard."
"That is none of your business."
"Ogata-san, what're you talking about?"
Akira answered cooly, while Hikaru had turned red. Ogata merely smiled.
(Rest? They really must be...!!)
Worried, the young officer looked at the suspicous smile. He had to save these two innocent (?) bishounen. As a faithful servant of the law, of course.
Just as soon as he was about to take him in for questioning, Ogata was saved by when Akira said, "We're Go pros."
Of course, since Ogata didn't notice, he wasn't the least bit grateful to Akira.
"Come on, no sense dwadling here."
"Ah, um.. Arigatou gozaimashita."
"I'm sorry we caused a huge disturbance. Please excuse us."
And the storm passed.
After dealing with Akira's violent streaks and Ogata's shadiness, the poor young officer felt as if he was being belittled for all his hard work.
He took a sip of his tea, lit up a cigarette, and sighed. "Hikaru-kun was kind of cute, though." He said dazedly.
And he suddenly realized what he said and quickly put out the light.
There was no way he could have implied that Hikaru would have been /perfect/ for the job. No way at all.
***
Afterwards, when Hikaru had confessed to almost selling his body, Akira didn't let him sleep until the morning after.
Author's comment: In "Arashi wo Yobu Otoko," Akira would be the storm, and the man would be Hikaru. It's all about Hikaru testing the storm while everyone else gets caught in between them.
So how was the first installment? "Fuzakeru na!" is a must for these kinds of things, isn't it.
And just because I want to write more of those "fuzakeru na!"s, a second chapter is set to be up soon.
Notes & Dictionary: An ooteai is different from a teai. I remember reading that before. Teai simply means match, from what I heard. Taikyoku is a game or match.
salaryman - white collar worker
suspicious - (this word is worse than shady...)
Arashi wo Yobu Otoko
by Satsuki Asuka
Shindou Hikaru (17 years old), a 2-dan Go pro of the Nihon Ki-in, had fallen into a dilemma.
The police officer across from him, who looked a lot like Ashiwara, gave him a helpless look.
(If I had just gone home when Waya said to, this wouldn't have happened...)
Hikaru stared out the window as a countless number of people strolled past.
(I don't want to think about it...)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~Shindou Hikaru's Flashback~
There had been a teai [match] today. Afterwards, for a change of pace, Hikaru and Waya went to Shibuya for some fun.
After he and Touya had started to live together, Touya had declared that the curfew was 10 o'clock. Hikaru was naturally against this, but before he could object, Touya had simply said, "If you don't there'll be a price to pay."
"Of course if you really want to, then break curfew as often as you like. If the next day is a work day, then that price will be transferred to the day before the next day off, so brace yourself."
--Brace myself for what?
Hikaru really wanted to ask what that meant, but Touya's smile was just too scary.
(Is he just waiting for me to break the curfew?
I'll bet it's just an excuse so he can try something like that on me.)
(After we saw a movie, we went to the Dougenzaka Go salon to discuss the match, ate, and wasted time at a manga coffee shop. Then /it/ happened.)
***
"Hey, Shindou. Shouldn't you be going home soon?"
"What for? You're the one who said that we could stay out until the last train.
You're not a little kid, right?"
"No, but you are. I understand how you feel, but go home."
"No way!"
"See, you are a little kid. You got a curfew, right? It's 9 o'clock already. If you leave now, you'll barely make it in time."
"Heheh, I don't have to worry today. He's out for a taikyoku [match] and won't be home tonight. So I don't have to worry about a curfew if no one's gonna be home to time me, right?"
"...Well, that's true, but too bad."
"Waya!"
"I know how you want to have fun while he's not there to keep an eye on you, but if someone finds out that you you were out this late with me, I'm going to get in trouble. So, sorry."
Hikaru was fed up with the curfew. He wanted to forget it, just this once.
"Well, I'm leaving, so you go home too."
(And it doesn't matter if you go home or not, as long as you're not with me.)
Waya cared more about himself.
(Geez, Shindou. If I'm with you breaking your curfew, he'll think you were cheating on him or something. You know that, right?)
It would have been more helpful if Waya had said that out loud.
Left out in the middle of the streets of Shibuya, Hikaru started to sulk.
"Tch, who needs Waya anyway."
He should have gone home, but then his bad mood stopped him.
"That's right, when Touya comes back tomorrow, I can get him about staying home late on a job."
"That's childish /and/ shallow," Waya would have said, if he had heard it.
Hikaru ended up spending his time reading at the manga coffee shop.
Then the point of no return came at 10:00 p.m.
"Well, I don't have any matches tomorrow, and Touya's gonna be late anyway, so I can sleep until noon."
Hikaru never did break out of the habit of talking to himself, even after Sai left.
Then he noticed it when he tried to buy a train ticket.
-----His wallet was gone.
"What? When did..."
He rummaged through his bag furiously, but no wallet.
He must have left it at the coffee shop, since it was the last place he had needed money.
He looked around the shop, but in a place like Shibuya, the entertainment district of Tokyo, his wallet was pretty much a lost cause.
Hikaru didn't know what to do.
There was at least 20,000 yen in that wallet.
If he knew he was going to lose his wallet, he would have done something more with it.
Like get that fukahire ramen for lunch, or that new video game that he wanted...
(With 20,000 yen, I wonder how much ramen I could've eaten.)
"Aaah, how will I get home... If the Go salon was open now, I could have gotten a ride from Kawai-san.
I have taxi money, but how much would it cost? There's lots of roads to get there, and I can't explain to the taxi driver how to get to the condo from here."
Hikaru stood in the middle of the street, lost.
An empty taxi pulled up in front of him, but Hikaru didn't get in. He didn't feel comfortable taking a taxi, and beyond that....
"What a waste, to use up my taxi fare. I wonder how much ramen I could eat with that."
Hikaru had just lost his wallet, but he was stingy to the core. He didn't want to pay several thousand yen just to get home.
And that was Hikaru's second mistake. If he had just taken the taxi...
"Hey, is something wrong?"
A salaryman in his mid-thirties looked at Hikaru, concerned.
"I saw you earlier. Did something happen?"
"Well, I lost my wallet..."
Hikaru answered without thinking. It seemed that Hikaru was not only ignorant of the Go world but also the rest of the world in general.
"I see. That is a big problem. Well, if you have a bit of time, you can earn back some of the money you lost. How about it?"
"Like a baito [side/part-time job]?"
"For a short period of time, yeah."
"How much is some?"
Hikaru asked curiously. The man didn't know that, however. He thought the boy was as good as sold. He eased into a less-than-friendly smile.
"For you? I'd say about 30,000 yen."
"Thirty thousand?!"
"Yeah, if you're quiet about it, it's a good job. Is this your first time at something like this?"
"I never had a baito before. Can you really get paid for this?"
It was good job for 30,000 yen and little talk. Hikaru's eyes brightened and agreed.
The man laughed and took him by the shoulders.
"Well, it depends. I like how you look, so I wouldn't mind if you're not that quiet about it. It's kind of suffocating if you don't say anything anyway."
"Are you the president or something?"
"....Yeah. But I only have you for today."
And a few minutes more of walking.
(Wh... why are there only neon signs here? What kind of baito is this?)
Escaping the crowd of people, the man took Hikaru into a darkened area.
Feeling more and more uneasy, he looked at the man's face.
---And regretted it.
How did he get here?
The man was already flushed with desire.
When Akira looked at him like that it was pretty, but this man only gave Hikaru the creeps. Goosebumps, in fact.
"Ah.... I think I'll pass on that baito."
At those words, the man did a complete about face.
"What are you talking about? you can't just quit now after you've come this far. We have a good time, you get your money, and I get my pleasure. It's a give and take deal. So come on."
"H-hey, lemme go!"
The man's grip on his arm hurt, and Hikaru felt sick as he was pulled in.
After going berserk, biting him, and giving him a good kick to the shins, the man shrank back enough that Hikaru could half run, half stumble out the door.
Finally, when he felt safe enough to stop running, he was in tears and out of breath. And in front of him...
"Did something happen?"
When Hikaru looked up, afraid, a police officer was standing there.
"Uh.... err.... I dropped my wallet..."
~End Flashback~
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(Today was the worst.)
That was your own fault, Waya would have felt the need to point out.
(Today was the worst, but the worst hasn't come yet.)
"Shindou!!"
And the person who burst inside of the police box just then, was none other than the person who wasn't supposed to be there -- Touya Akira.
***
Left in the protection of the police box, Hikaru finally remembered his cell phone. Akira had set a daily schedule to check up on him too. He had completely forgotten.
"Oh shit..."
He put the phone to his ear, getting ready to pretend that he was sleeping in his room, when
"Where have you been and what have you been doing that you didn't call?!" Akira's angry voice came through.
"I...I'm in at h-h--"
"Dont try to lie and say you're at home. I'm there right now."
"What?! How come you're there now? Weren't you supposed to come home tomorrow?!"
"It was a loss by default, so I finished early. Did you get into trouble or something?"
"W-well, it wasn't really trouble, but how come you didn't call me?"
Hikaru could hear the thin smile in Akira's voice.
"I did call. Many times, in fact. You just didn't pick up. So where are you now? You'd better tell the truth."
With nothing left, Hikaru slumped in his chair and resigned.
***
"Shindou! If you lost your wallet, why didn't you take a taxi home?!"
"Well, I was so upset about losing my wallet that I didn't want to waste more money on a taxi fare."
"So how do you expect to get home? Did you plan on walking?!"
"Well..."
Hikaru felt a cold sweat. There was no way he could tell Akira about the prostitution thing.
"You're hiding something. Well, I'll find out when we get back. But you never think before you act. How could you decide not to take a taxi because you lost your wallet?"
"Well, when I thought about how much ramen I could eat.."
"F...fu...Fuzakeru na!!!"
Akira's anger hit Hikaru at full force. Even though they were in a police box, even the police officer couldn't say anything.
Akira, at seventeen years old, had completely overpowered the young officer by force of will alone.
"I'm not messing with you! I really thought that at the time!"
"I don't care!"
"And you're getting too upset over this! I'm not a child! I'm a pro!! And why the heck is curfew at 10 o'clock anyway?!?!"
"Only a child would get into this kind of situation!! No, you're worse than a child!!"
"I don't have to take this! I'm leaving!"
"How?"
"............"
And at that moment, before Hikaru could think of a reply, a third person entered the conflict.
"How long will it take you two to remember that you're in a police box? Shindou. Akira-kun."
A suspicious man in a white suit said with a cigarette in his hand.
"Ogata-sensei. What are you doing here?"
"....Who do you think drove Akira-kun here?"
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~Ogata Seiji's Flashback~
"What's wrong? You still don't know where Shindou went?"
Ogata had been asked (coerced) by Touya Akiko to drop something off at Akira's place, and now was half-smiling at Akira, who had not received a phone call. It was past 9 o'clock.
"....It has nothing to do with you. Thank you for the package."
With that implicit "just leave already" line, Akira dialed Hikaru's number again.
Ogata had been sitting there for an hour.
"...Shindou."
Akira's hand shook slightly as a nasty aura seemed to envelop him.
(...Shindou had better be prepared for what's coming to him.)
Hikaru was finally home, and so was Akira. Ogata (with his strange sense of humor) was looking forward to seeing Hikaru's face when Hikaru finally came home and found Akira had returned, when Akira's phone rang.
The display showed Hikaru's number.
"Where have you been and what have you been doing that you didn't call?!"
So much for the anticipated moment.
"You can't come home because you lost your wallet? You're in a police box?
What's going on? Well, don't move one step from that box! If you do, you're not going to get away."
Ogata could predict what Akira's next line was going to be.
"....Ogata-san. Could you drive me to Shibuya?"
How could he refuse that smile?
"...Let's go."
Ogata said with a sigh, and stubbed out his cigarette.
~End Flashback~
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"Ogata-sensei. What are you doing here?"
"....Who do you think drove Akira-kun here?"
He would have come in with Akira, but he had needed to park the car.
He was curious about what happened. It was too bad that he wasn't there to see most of it. Of course, Ogata couldn't say that.
"I'm sorry for the disturbance they caused. Can I take them home now?"
(What if this man is part of some sort of prostitution agency?!)
The young officer thought, looking at the suspicious-looking man. Still, without proof, he could hardly do anything.
"Ah... excuse me, what is your relation to him?"
"...I'm a friend from work."
(Friend from work? How can a man like you work with two minors like that? What kind of work...?)
"You guys have the day off tomorrow, so you might as well get a lot of rest.
And Akira, don't push it too hard."
"That is none of your business."
"Ogata-san, what're you talking about?"
Akira answered cooly, while Hikaru had turned red. Ogata merely smiled.
(Rest? They really must be...!!)
Worried, the young officer looked at the suspicous smile. He had to save these two innocent (?) bishounen. As a faithful servant of the law, of course.
Just as soon as he was about to take him in for questioning, Ogata was saved by when Akira said, "We're Go pros."
Of course, since Ogata didn't notice, he wasn't the least bit grateful to Akira.
"Come on, no sense dwadling here."
"Ah, um.. Arigatou gozaimashita."
"I'm sorry we caused a huge disturbance. Please excuse us."
And the storm passed.
After dealing with Akira's violent streaks and Ogata's shadiness, the poor young officer felt as if he was being belittled for all his hard work.
He took a sip of his tea, lit up a cigarette, and sighed. "Hikaru-kun was kind of cute, though." He said dazedly.
And he suddenly realized what he said and quickly put out the light.
There was no way he could have implied that Hikaru would have been /perfect/ for the job. No way at all.
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Afterwards, when Hikaru had confessed to almost selling his body, Akira didn't let him sleep until the morning after.
Author's comment: In "Arashi wo Yobu Otoko," Akira would be the storm, and the man would be Hikaru. It's all about Hikaru testing the storm while everyone else gets caught in between them.
So how was the first installment? "Fuzakeru na!" is a must for these kinds of things, isn't it.
And just because I want to write more of those "fuzakeru na!"s, a second chapter is set to be up soon.