Summary: This chapter takes place a week later. Rumors start, news and pictures get out. What are the boys to do? Strangle and beat who ever is responsible for this? Ok, ok, not that extreme. This just proves that sometimes people do the wrong things for what they think are good reasons.
Warning: Chapter will have lots of strong language and an abusive situation.
Beginning Note: Ok, I'll try to make this quick. I'm starting this chapter the day before school starts, so if it takes a while for this to be posted chances are I've gotten a lot of work. I believe every story has to have some conflict, so that's what helped me come up with this chapter. But it may be a little weird at times. And there's a lot of jumping of time. I may revise this chapter a couple of times. Enjoy.
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If Only I Could Tell You - Chapter 6
Suguru packed up all the clothes he had built up at Hiro's over the past week. He was going to miss being this close to the guitarist, but he knew this couldn't last. Today was their first time back in the studio, and K had warned Hiro they would be making up that time off, even though they had no idea why they had gotten that time off anyway.
Hiro was going to miss having someone else in his apartment. It was lonely living by himself. But no matter what he couldn't have Suguru live with him past this point. He still lived with his parents, and they were returning today. They probably wouldn't want to know he had even been at Hiro's.
Hiro stared at Suguru at breakfast, trailing his fingers through the other boy's hair and down his back tenderly. He loved the shivers he got from the younger boy. It reminded him of their first time together. He watched Suguru's light cheeks color with red and knew it reminded him too.
(A Few Hours Later)
Later after dropping Suguru's clothes at his house they made it to the studio. The two weren't in the best of moods for working; suddenly they felt so exhausted. They made it to the room they were meeting in, only to collapse in a pair of chairs across from the gun obsessed manager himself.
"What is with you two?" asked K. The two boys jumped at K's voice. All noises seemed muffled and shut off to their ears till this point.
"Nothing really," replied Hiro slumping forward against his elbows. K looked at them with a raised eyebrow.
"Well as soon as Shuichi gets here we can get started recording the song."
"We're recording a whole song?!" cried Suguru.
"Yes, we've fallen behind and need to make up for lost time. I think we can manage another record in a month or so, don't you?"
The two boys sighed. After a few minutes of waiting, Shuichi finally showed up, actually only late by a few minutes. He was panting and holding his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He was clasping an envelope as he walked up to K. A grin plastered itself over K's face instantly as he spotted the envelope. The two boys looked suspiciously at the other two. Hiro's eyes squinted at the envelope, mostly because his eyes were completely blurred.
"I have them!" Shuichi shouted with enthusiasm. Suguru covered his ears from the loud singer's voice. Shuichi handed over the envelope.
"Good boy Shuichi," K complimented, patting the boys pink head like a little puppy. Shuichi blushed cheerfully. "OK boys, shall we get to work, you all owe me music for that time off."
"But, but you gave that time off," stuttered Suguru.
"Oh, right, right," answered K with a smirk. Slowly he reached under his arm and pulled out a long shinny pistol. He waved it towards the door in a pointing motion. "Well boys, I think he's trying to say something, what could that be, hmm?" The gun paused in their direction. The boys all got up and walked to the door. Suddenly there was a bang behind them, and they all looked to a smoking hole in the door. "You can go faster than that!"
Hiro grabbed Suguru and pulled him down the hall and into the recording room. Shuichi coward at the door for a moment before running behind the other two boys. K put the gun away as he looked at the envelope Shuichi handed him. His grin grew as he slowly opened the envelope. His eyes took on a shinning quality, the glare hiding the mischief within the window like eyes. He couldn't wait to see the contents, but as he pulled them out his grin fell and his eye began to twitch and fog over. He got up and walked to the trash, tossing the envelope and contents in to it.
(In the recording room)
Hiro sat; tuning his guitar, while Shuichi read his lyrics and Suguru got his music set up. Shuichi's eyes narrowed at one of the lyrics. He turned to Suguru with glaring eyes. Suguru got the weird feeling he was being watched and looked up to find the usually cheerful singer looking at him with a bit of a grim expression.
"Something wrong Shu?" asked Suguru.
Shuichi's hands clenched into fists around the paper. "Yeah, something is wrong… you wrote this right?"
"Y-yeah."
"Well can you read this line for me?" Shuichi pointed to a line a bit scratchy in Suguru's handwriting.
Suguru almost fell over into his keyboard. "Is that all?!"
K burst into the door not looking too pleased at Shuichi. He grabbed the pink haired boy by the ear, dragging him outside. Shuichi wailed and struggled to get free with no luck. Hiro and Suguru looked at them as they walked outside the door, baffled by the scene.
"Those two are up to something," Hiro accused.
"Yeah, but I'm too tired to worry about what," Suguru commented. The two slumped into some chairs next to each other, Hiro wrapping an arm around Suguru. They could hear K yelling on the other side of the door. "Maybe Shuichi did something horrible," Suguru inquired. They ignored it for a while and found themselves dozing off while the other two were still outside.
(Elsewhere)
The janitor was making his route down the hall cleaning out any full trash cans. He stopped next to one outside one of the rooms. It had a single item in it; an envelope. He decided to dispose of the envelope alone, rather than the whole, otherwise empty, bag. He picked out the envelope and out of curiosity looked inside. He was amazed by things he found in trash cans, but nothing prepared him for this. They were pictures of course, but looking through them they were all black.
"Well someone sure isn't much of a photographer around here," he chuckled. He was about to toss them when his eye caught a hint of color. "Looky here, I bet these will fetch a pretty penny, given to the right people." He stuffed the pictures into his pocket and continued his stroll down the hall, whistling a cheerful tune.
(Outside the recording room)
"What were those pictures you brought me?!" asked K, furiously.
"What do you mean, they're what you asked me to do," answered Shuichi.
"Shuichi, they were all black! You forgot to take the cap off the camera!"
"No I didn't, it was a disposable camera."
"What?"
"Yeah, I forgot the flash for some of the pictures, but then I turned it on for the last few pictures." Shuichi tried to turn and walk away.
K went pale and grabbed the boy, turning him back around. "The last few pictures?" Shuichi nodded blankly. K ran back to the trash can to find the envelope gone. The American cursed in a mixture of English and Japanese as he headed back to the recording room. He walked in seeing Suguru and Hiro cuddling each other. "You don't happen to have a camera on you now do you?" Shuichi shook his head next to the blonde. "Didn't think so," K grumbled.
(After recording the song)
Hiro and Suguru left to take Suguru home before his parents got back. K had stopped Shuichi at the door before he could leave.
"Shuichi, you have to promise not to tell Hiro or Suguru about the photos," warned K. "They don't need to know I had you take them, let alone we lost them." Shuichi nodded, but K still had a feeling he didn't understand. "I'll hunt you personally if they ever find out." Shuichi bit his lip nervously as she shook with fright. "OK, see you tomorrow Shuichi."
Shuichi got a bad feeling in the pit of his gut. He knew K meant it; problem was he was bad at keeping secrets. Even one gripping his safety. All he wanted was to make his friends happy. Was that so bad? No, he was doing something for friends. It just happened that what he was doing for one friend would upset the others severely. Shuichi ran home so Yuki could cheer him up the way he always managed to, even when he was mean.
(Later that night)
Hiro was lying back on his couch, skipping through the channels, about ready to call it a night. Suddenly he stopped to a channel with his band name in the corner. It looked to be some kind of entertainment news show. He decided to listen before going to bed.
"What are they saying about us now?" he thought out loud.
The woman on the screen shuffled her papers a bit and looked up into the camera with a smile curving over her plastic features. "Today in local news, members Hiroshi Nakano and Suguru Fujisaki of the rising band 'Bad Luck' are reported as having an "intimate relationship". Just this morning the studio received these pictures of the two. Warning to any young children or those of you against same sex relationships, you may want to change the channel for a moment."
A picture came over the screen of the two of them. Hiro screamed as he jumped towards the TV set. The picture was with him on top of Suguru, nuzzling the other boy's neck as they slept.
"Who gave you the right you fucktards!" he shouted, hitting the TV set as another picture came to the screen. Hiro's cheeks flushed as the third picture showed his hands exploring the other's body. "Damnit!" He turned away from the screen, his fist clenched and his cheeks still very red.
The woman came back on with a sly smirk. "Sorry ladies, looks like we'll have 'bad luck' getting any of the boys now." She giggled at her own bad joke before regaining composure. "The pictures we received were freshly, developed this morning. Therefore we believe this is a new relationship between the two. We hope to arrange an interview with the hot couple some time soon." She winks into the camera.
Hiro switched the TV off. "Masaka!"[1] Hiro, on his way to his room, unplugged his phone once again. It was starting to seem like the phone was only an inconvenience. He sighed as he lay on his back in bed, staring up at the ceiling for a while before finally going to sleep.
(At K's house)
"Today in local news …." the same woman announced at K's house. K almost spit out his food seeing the pictures.
"Damnit, those are mine!" K complained. "This news should have been under my control. These people will mess everything up! How am I to bring attention to the group if these people start fucking with the story?!"
"We hope to arrange an interview with the hot couple some time soon," the woman concluded.
K looked up with sudden interest. "Interview huh? Maybe I can use that to fix things and keep this story in my hands."
(A few hours later back at Hiro's)
Hiro was startled by a ring at the door. He hesitated to answer, not knowing who it was at this time at night. He got up turning on the light to his room. He slowly made his way to the door, avoiding making any noise that might indicate he was home. He slowly looked through the peep hole in the center of his door. The figure was small, but the hall was dark. He didn't see anyone else, so he slowly opened the door. Looking out he saw a soaked, shivering Suguru. The boy was surrounded by luggage with his head hung low.
"Suguru?!" cried Hiro pulling the boy in. Suguru was quaking in his shoes and sniffling. His shoes made sucking and squishing noises as his stepped in. Hiro turned back to the luggage pulling bags and bags of Suguru's things in. "What happened? Why are you here?"
"I'm sorry, I tried to call, but your phone was dead," explained Suguru, his voice breaking with what sounded to be tears. "I'm sorry about the floor; I got caught in the rain storm. Please, can I stay here?"
"Shhh… it's ok, of course you can stay here. Just talk to me, tell me what's going on." Hiro reached for Suguru's arm, but the smaller boy flinched away. "Suguru … did something happen to your arm?"
"No I'm fine!"
Hiro flipped on the light switch and turned back to the soaked keyboardist. "I'll just see that for my self!" He unbuttoned the sleeves of the other boy's shirt, pulling the fabric up to the boy's shoulder. He could see light bruises trailing down the arm. "Who did this to you?"
"No one, I'm fine Hiroshi!"
Hiro frown at the use of his full name. He led the teal haired boy to the couch, sitting him down right in the light. "We have to get you out of these wet clothes. And then you're telling me what's going on." He started to help the boy out of his clothes, avoiding the bruises as best he could.
"Just drop it, there's nothing you can do anyway."
"There's plenty I can do when I get my hands on the person who did this," he scoffed. A thought came to the guitarist. "Why aren't you home? Why aren't your parents taking care of you?" Suguru was silent, turning away. Hiro turned to the luggage, understanding what was going on. He stood up and fetched Suguru a towel. "I'm so stupid! Your dad did this didn't he?"
Suguru looked at him with sadness in his eyes. Hiro ignored it as he spotted the swell forming at the edge of the keyboardist's left eye. The younger boy noticed the look on his face and turned away, realizing he had seen the black eye. Hiro grabbed his chin, forcing him back around.
"What is that?!" Hiro yelled.
"It's nothing Hiro."
"How dare he! No one has the right to treat you this way, not even him." Hiro got some ice out of his fridge, putting it in a bag and up to the swelling eye.
"Just let it go. I just need a place to stay for the night." Suguru held the bag to his eye, flinching against the cold.
"Night? You're staying here till I feel safe having you elsewhere. I'm not letting you go back to this. Now, come on, your going to bed. And in the morning I'm giving him a fucking black eye! Why did he do this to you? Besides the fact he has a death wish!"
"You mean you didn't see it?"
"See what?"
"The news report on us. He was furious. He. . . he said I was disgusting and told me he didn't allow people like me in his home. He told me to pack my shit and get out. My mom just stood there and cried, like I had died or something. They made me clear out everything I could carry. And ... and ..." Suguru trailed off, unable to continue for now.
Hiro grimaced at the thought of this all happening to Suguru, simply because they felt strongly for each other. Did that make his feelings wrong? No, it didn't. They were just misunderstood. But somehow he didn't think anyone would react this way; violently.
"I saw it, but it's no reason for this," Hiro said pointing to Suguru's eye. Suguru pushed his hand away.
"You're making this into too much. My eye is fine. My arm is fine. I am fine!"
"Fine!" Hiro mocked. "Come on. Let's get you into bed." Hiro picked the smaller boy up and with some effort slung him over his shoulder. Suguru struggled to keep the towel wrapped around his waist as he was dropped into the center of the bed. "I'm not making too much of this. There is no reason for anyone to hurt you! I want everyone to know that." Hiro looked at Suguru, still very shaken up from tonight's experiences, and pulled back on his intensity towards the boy. "I'm sorry. You can tell me more when you're ready. For right now, let us get some rest."
Suguru pouted. "I'm not a baby you know," Suguru informed.
Hiro grinned. "Who said you were." Hiro went through his dresser, tossing Suguru a pair of boxers and a shirt.
"Uh these are yours."
"They're clean. Don't want to be cold do you? Besides we've shared more than clothes before." Suguru blushed as he put the clothes on and crawled into the bed he found more comfortable than his own. "Now don't think just because I love you I'll let this problem of ours slide." The teal haired boy looked up at him with a bit of shock. "What? Did I say something wrong? Am I forgetting something?"
Suguru smiled a little teary eyed. "I … love you too Hiro."
Hiro stared as the younger boy reached and turned off the light. He didn't even realize he had said it out loud. Slipping under the covers, he wrapped his arm around Suguru's waist holding him close.
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[1] Masaka=Never
Ending Note: Enjoy the sweetness between the two, because I doubt it will stay that way the whole story. You'll see what I mean. Also, must warn, I have a geography test, science test, project on Japan, and drivers test within this week, so I don't think I'll be started on the next chapter at least a week after this one gets posted. K/Hiro fans can look forward to a teaser in the next chapter though, me being a fan of the pairing myself. Please keep hope that I don't pass out from exhaustion from this week, if for no other reason than I can post the next chapter faster.
SD: (Hugs poor Suguru)
Suguru: (Smiles with a slight blush)
Hiro: No one touches him or makes him blush but me!
SD: Hiro, its protective not possessive! Get it straight.