Twister Of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the kawaii bishonens.
Notes: This story takes place in an Alternative Universe. It also takes place before Chichiri and Kouji receive their scars. This fic also contains Shounen ai content. This means there will be men loving other men. I don't intend to have any lemon in this fic, but that could change...OH! This is also a death fic. And I am not even going to mention what a "death fic" is; the meaning is painfully obvious, and shounen ai wasn't simple to understand if this is your first fic. Please ask to use Kaishin and Kanryou, these are my creations! Thanks!
"So, now you think that every good-looking guy you lay eyes on is just another person to mess with huh?" Kouji was more than just mad, he was ready to kill anything that passed his gaze. His expression was as fierce as the heavy winds of the storm outside.
"Kouji-kun, you know I would never cheat on you! I-I just really don't know what is going on in my screwed up head, ok?" Feeling guilty and confused, Genrou was on the verge of tears.
The two men were in the house that they bought together. Kouji and Genrou were splitting the price alone for about two years until they met Ri Houjun six months ago. It was a one-level home and had two bedrooms. Genrou and Kouji had been lovers for a while, and having another in the house such as Ri Houjun wasn't a problem; until last night that is.
Kouji got home late from his shift at the bar. The bartender expected to find his lover watching TV and correcting papers from his elementary class, and their friend sitting on the couch opposite him. What he saw was beyond his wildest dreams. He found Genrou, his lover, naked. And normally that would have been ok. Kouji had come home and found his lover butt-naked several times before Ri Houjun moved in.
But what he found was not just his love naked, but his love stripping their friend, Ri Houjun, while kissing him. Today, he and his so-thought-lover were fighting as the strongest storm of the season brewed outside. Both men had to stay inside due to the weather. Neither of them could go stay at another place for the night; all they could do was fight until either the storm outside or inside subsided.
"We were drunk! Damn it Kouji, why wont you listen to me?" Genrou was now standing before his past-lover with his golden eyes spilling tears down his cheeks in small rivers.
"I can't believe you because I came home from work and realized that the real reason you wanted our new friend to move in was so you could fuck him behind my back!"
"I didn't mean to let things to get out of hand! And how do you think he feels?" Genrou still had tears running down his cheeks, but if not for the tears his face was pure anguish. "Here we are fighting, and he is stuck here with two lovers that can't even trust each other! He has gotta feel like he is responsible for something. To top that off, we are never like this! The only noise we ever make when he is around is snoring, and other bed-related noises!"
"Serves him right anyway! He doesn't have a single right in his soul to touch you like that, Genrou."
There was a click heard coming from the door of the room, followed by the door opening. A very scared Ri Houjun poked his head in the room. "Kouji-kun, Genrou-kun, you need to postpone your fight to another time."
Kouji had enough of Ri by this time and snapped, "Why! It's your fault for all of this you bastard!"
"Don't you dare take your anger out on Ri, this is between us, not him, Kouji!"
"Stop fighting! I think that we might want to all watch the weather for our own good right now if you know what I mean" Houjun looked very concerned, and neither Genrou nor Kouji had seen the man like this before. They decided to agree with Ri for the time being.
The three men all sat down in the TV room when Houjun announced, "Right now is not a good time to be fighting you two. There is a very serious storm outside right now. Even worse is the heavy wind and circulation."
Kouji's face went from anger to confused in seconds flat, "Why is that so bad? We have had some really bad storms before and sure, this one has given us a couple power failures." He trailed off a bit, "Why is circulation bad enough to make you interrupt us in the middle of our fight?" Kouji statement sounded worried more than angry.
"Circulation Houjun? Are you sure?" Genrou was frightened. The storm was bad enough to keep the entire town inside because of high winds, but circulation was something else completely different.
Still confused, Kouji brought his question up for a third time, "And circulation is bad because?" He was beginning to wish that he had not dropped out of school for the bartending job he had now.
"Kouji-kun, circulation means tornados. And due to the storm we are having, the news expects Class-5 tornados." Houjun looked like he had seen a ghost. He closed his eyes and sighed, there was shaking heard in his breaths.
Kouji, again, wishing that he had not dropped out of school was still confused, he noticed the helplessness on his past-lover and friends face and attempted to cheer them up. "Class 5? Only Class 5? That wont do more that rip a shingle off the roof!" He chuckled and a smile spread across his face, it soon faded as Genrou spoke.
"That is Class 0, Kouji. What will head our way lets nothing block its path." He turned his attention to Houjun, "What does the weather say?"
Ri Houjun picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
"There IS a Class-5 tornado heading for the town of Moore! I repeat, there IS a Class-5 tornado heading for the town of Moore! All residents should go into the bathrooms and have the children in the tub. The parent or guardian should get on top to protect the child! Make sure the bathroom has no windows and is on the first floor! If you don't have this, head for the nearest broom-closet! I repeat, There IS a Class-5 tornado heading for the town of Moore and all resi-"
The TV was cut off by a deafening pop and the power went out.
"SHIT" Genrou grabbed Kouji and Houjun by the arms and rushed to the bathroom.
"We cant all fit in the tub you dumb-ass!" Kouji yelled, they could all hear the wind of the tornado nearing.
"Fine. You and Houjun can stay in here. I will be in the closet." With that said, Genrou ran out of the bathroom and went to the closet.
The tornado moved its way through the town of Moore and ripped everything out of the ground in its path. The three men were deadly silent. The house that the three payed for together was ripped from its place.
Kouji immediately stood up to run to his lover. Houjun looked up and saw Kouji scanning the foundation for his red-head friend. Ri stood up and was trying to pull Kouji down when a piece of firewood gashed his left eye. At almost the same instant, Kouji turned and received two injuries, one to his cheek, and another straight through his side.
Both men crouched back down out of pain, in minutes, what seemed to be hours; the tornado passed.
Genrou got up and winced, he had no serious injuries, but there were some painful wounds on his back and sides.
The red head opened his eyes and wondered wether or not he was dead. The area surrounding him looked like hell. If you went there, and saw what he saw, you would wonder wether or not this was neighborhood or a junkyard.
Genrou quickly switched his mind from the mess, to his friend and lover. He scanned the surface and found no one. "Am I the only survivor?" Genrou thought out loud.
Only then did he hear a moan. Genrou forgot about all of his little aches and pains the moment his buddies looked at him.
Houjun had nothing on the left side of his face except blood, his eye was clearly gone. His shirt was ripped in a few places and there were some minor cuts here and there, but those went unnoticed, as the now one mahogany eye looked at him with total pain and sadness. Tears were streaming down the mans face; a whimper was barely made out for words, "K-K-K-Kouji-kun." Houjun stood up and helped Genrou lift a board off Kouji.
Kouji was on his stomach, and his right side was practically gone. Genrou looked at his lovers body and nearly hurled just at the sight of Kouji covered in his own blood.
"Kouji. Oh god." Those were the only words he was able to even form as he looked at his dying friend.
Kouji was still just barely alive. The wound he now had could be recovered from if he was not losing so much blood.
Dying or not, Kouji managed to get some words from his mouth nonetheless. "It's so clear now. Too bad I cant have the time to explain everything." He looked at both of the men kneeling at his side and continued. "I won't last much longer guys, when I leave, I have one request for you. Find the love that you have deep inside for each other. Stick together. I was a fool to think I could come between you. Once you remember, it will be clear."
Genrou was looking at his lover, knowing that there was nothing to do but wait for death to claim him. "You will get out of this Kouji." His words were more of a comfort to himself than to his buddy. "Everything will be ok. We will all be ok. Please, don't talk like it is the end. It's not. We will all be ok. You will be ok. Please. Don't go." Genrou was sobbing as he bent down to kiss his lover on the forehead. He closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Baka. Open your eyes." Kouji sounded as if there was nothing wrong. There was blood slowly trickling from his mouth, his eyes clearly in fear of death. As a child he wondered about death, and what it feels like. Now that he knew it was the end, he didn't want to feel it at all. He was in a great deal of pain.
Genrou opened his eyes only because of his lovers request. His tears still fogging his vision, it made opening his eyes feel pointless.
Kouji continued, "I love you Genrou. I don't want to die without seeing your smile as I go, got it?" Kouji had tears coming down his cheeks, he always hated seeing his lover like this. He managed to reach out a trembling hand to caress Genrou's cheek. "Please don' cry. Yer makin' me all choked up too."
Genrou managed to smile just a bit, but the tears were beyond his control. "Don't go."
"I'll never leave ya, koi." Kouji turned to Ri. "Take care of him."
Houjun nodded his tear-stained face, not capable of saying anything at the moment.
"So tired." Kouji started to let his hand fall from Genrou's cheek. His eyes barely keeping focus on his lovers face. "Don't stop smiling koi, I love ya." After that, his vision blurred and his breathing stopped.
"No." Genrou closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his friend soulless frame. "I don' want you to leave me."
"He's gone Genrou." Ri kneeled down beside his friend and put his hand on Genrou's shoulder.
"I know Ri, I jus' don' want it to be true." Genrou leaned on Houjun's chest, so desperately wishing that it was Kouji. He then collapsed in his friends arms, out cold.
Ri cradled Genrou in his arms and as he fell asleep. There was the sound of an ambulance coming closer as his mind slipped away into oblivion.
Genrou shot up in bed as he woke. White? Heaven? Is Kouji here too? He observed his surroundings, the room was white and had a couch that was an off-white color, white sheets, he looked at his clothes and noticed that they too, were white. I am in Heaven. Hold on. My body still hurts. Damn. It's a hospital. He thought. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head.
"You are awake." A sweet voice came the doorway. "You are lucky, some never wake up."
Genrou looked at the woman. She was dressed in, you guessed it, white. "An angel?" Baka, clear yer head. It's a hospital and you know it. You've been in a hospital before.
"No, this is not heaven Mr..." She looked at the papers in her hand. "Mr. Kou Shun'u. Sorry. It's just your ordinary, every day hospital. But don't feel foolish, you are never the first one to think such a thing."
Genrou winced at the use of his real name, and then frowned. "Kouji-kun...damn." He looked at the woman as she started to unbutton his shirt. He was aware that there were wounds on his back and chest, so he didn't try to push her away. She was only doing her job. He looked away from her, and at the window. He was lucky. He had managed to get a room with a perfect view of the garden.
"Is Kouji a friend of yours? I could see if you can visit him if you'd like." She smiled and looked at the side of Genrou's face. She frowned as she soon realized that she should have offered something else, as tears swelled up in her patient's eyes. Then the man closed his eyes and let the tears fall to the bed sheets. "Oh. I am sorry. I should ha-"
She was cut of as the red-head spoke, "No. It wasn't your fault. You didn't mean wrong by it. If he wasn't already gone it would have been the greatest thing you could ever offer to me. An' I would have been very pleased." Genrou turned to face her with a smile. "But do you know if I could see Ri Houjun, please don't tell me he is gone too."
"Of course." She said. Returning the smile with gratitude. "First I need to finish cleaning your wounds up and re-bandaging them. Feel free to tell me anything. I used to be a counselor and nurse until I was switched to a nurse full-time."
"No, that's ok, thanks." Genrou replied dimly.
"Really? There is something bothering you for sure, and it's never good to keep feelings inside for long. You can get really depressed and sick." The woman looked at him with concern. "Please tell me."
"Ya sure?" He asked.
"Positive." She smiled and continued on treating Genrou's wounds.
"Well, as you might have guessed, my friend Kouji died. We weren't just friends. That was a lie. We were lovers. For about three years I guess. And we bought a house together two years ago. Then last night the tornado hit during an argument. When it cleared up, I found him severely wounded. He said that our friend Ri Houjun and I should never split apart. His last words were 'don't stop smiling koi, I love ya'. He died right in front of my eyes. It hurt to know that I was so close to him and I couldn't have done a thing to stop his death from coming yesterday." Genrou, was crying silently once he finished.
"Better now that you have told someone?" She asked, "If you can wait a few minutes Mr. Shun'u, I will be back in a bit to show you where your friend is."
Wincing again at the use of his real name, he replied. "Ok. Just three little favors to ask before you leave?" Genrou was feeling much better now that he had cried.
"Yes?" The woman was kind of nervous, nobody had asked her for three favors before.
"Don't worry, two of them you can do right there in the doorway." Genrou smiled. She looked confused. She was even more thrown off after his last comment, what two favors can one ask that can be performed ten feet away and in a doorway? "When was the tornado?"
"Last night, why?" She was even more confused now.
"Good. Well, you know, some people go into a coma and don't come out until weeks or months later. And the other favor is to call me by my nickname, I hate my real name. So call me Genrou, and I will call you by any name you want. The last is if I could get a bagel or something, I'm starved."
The woman nurse laughed. "Ok. Call me Kaishin." With that done, she left. Leaving Genrou to stare at the world outside his window.
"I-itai." Houjun reached for his left eye, or rather, the left side of his face. There was no eye to even reach for on the left side of his face anymore. He looked around and found himself in quite a large hospital room. The room had two couches and two beds, a TV faced him from the end of the bed he was in. The rest of the room seemed unoccupied for the time being.
He looked at the chair across from him, next to the TV desk. On the chair was a plastic bag containing his clothes, they were washed, but contained many rips and tears. He then let his gaze fall onto his own chest. He was in a white button-up, long-sleeved hospital shirt with pants of the same material. He unbuttoned the shirt a bit, he was sweating and he had bandages wrapped around him under the shirt anyways. After examining himself, he continued on observing the room.
He found a mirror on the wall to his left and sat up to see what side of his face was not covered by bandages. He found that his golden blond hair bangs fell over to the side of his face that was injured. He also took great pride in the last two or three inches of his hair, which he had dyed blue. The light color blue of the tips was one of the rarest color dyes on the market. Most stores sold only dark blue that would almost never be noticed or thought of as black. Not his dye, it was light blue, and it stood out like a flower on a bush. However, his hair was nothing to brag about at the moment. It looked like he went through hell and back, and he pretty much did.
At that moment, he heard voices coming from the door.
"Oh. Doctor, I thought you were on lunch break." A woman spoke.
"Me? No. I am here to check on Ri Houjun, I also need to explain some things to him if he is awake." The man had a deep voice, whoever he was.
"Ok. Since you are here, I have a request to ask of you."
"Shoot."
"There is another man here, 24, Kou Shun'u. I think you might know him. And he and Houjun just lost someone very important to them. They are very good friends. Since no one is currently using the second bed in this room, we might think of moving him. Their friends last words were for them to stick together." The woman sounded worried.
"I will ask Mr. Houjun about it Kaishin, thank you."
The male doctor entered the room with a smile. He was wearing a white coat and brown shoes. He looked to be about 40 and his hair was short and black he wore a headband to keep his bangs out of his face.
"Oh. Mr. Houjun, how are you feeling?"
"My face hurts and I think I might have a bit of a headache." Houjun did not like to complain, but this was a doctor and he most likely would not take 'nothing is wrong at all' for an answer.
"I presume you overheard my conversation with Kaishin then?" Even though the man worked around people, the man seemed quite pleased to be sitting down and talking.
"Yes. You wish to tell me some things, do you not?"
"As you might have noticed, you have sustained some injuries. One in particular will affect you for life."
Houjun instinctively reached for the spot where his left eye once was.
"Right. That one." The doctor felt like he was towering over his company a bit too much and sat on the edge of the bed. "Normally we would have fixed the problem by replacing the eye with a donor, but not only did we have no donors. Your injury, as you must feel a bit at the least, not only damaged your eye. It damaged and took away your eyelid as well, along with too much other tissue as well. Even if we did fix it, we plugged in the information on the computer and found you not only to recover faster, but to look much more natural as well if we just let it heal."
The man held up two computer designs of his face. One healed with an eye, and the other with a scar. The one with the eye was disturbing, the eye was not even of a matching color. Because so much skin would have to be replaced, there was a scar running across the nose and everywhere there was skin replaced. The other looked just as the doctor described as, much more natural. With a single jagged scar and one eye, he could find himself looking like that once it healed.
"Of course, if you prefer to have two eyes again, I understand. It can still be done, while it is not too late."
"No. Thank you. As long as I can see through the one eye I am left with, you can leave the next eye donor to another person who needs it more."
"You are very caring Mr. Houjun. May I ask you some questions?"
"Sure. I don't mind."
"If you feel like skipping any questions, just let me know. And this is just so we can get to know each other, as I must demand you to be here for at least two or three weeks."
"Ok. What would you like to know?"
"First off, who would you like to be referred to as? Some prefer a shortened part of their name, or another name entirely."
"Ri, Houjun. Either one is fine by me. But please, there is no need to say 'Mr.'"
The older man chuckled, "You can call me Kanryou. Your age? I know it seems silly, I have the papers that tell me this, but I like to know the hard way sometimes."
"27."
"I am 36 myself. What do you do for a living, my job is clear."
"I am a co-teacher with my friend Genrou. We teach 3rd grade."
"Ah. How nice. You like kids?"
"I love kids, they always have such big goals. And they can sometimes bring something to eyes that has never been thought of before. With kids around, every day is unique."
"Are you and Genrou close? Or simply working together just because you have to?"
"We are extremely close. He even let me move in to his house with him once I could not pay for an apartment each month. He let me move in if I kept paying to stay. The house bills were split three ways, so it was never too much for us to handle."
"If he could be in here with you, would you say ok? He won't be staying as long, but for a little bit. He will eventually need to live back at home."
Almost immediately, Houjun passed out.
"What on earth?" Kanryou checked Houjun and found that it was nothing serious at all, at least not anything to bring commotion about. He got up and went to find Kaishin. Making sure to put up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door as he left.