How Far I'd Go For You Chapter 3

Disclaimer: As it turns out, Murakami-sama has some bad-ass ninjas working under her, and I barely escaped with my life. I now have only one arm, one eye, no hearing and various scars all over my body- and she still has all rights to Gravitation. Damnit!

Vocabulary:

Tea House: Isn't really a place where they serve tea. In this case, I'm referring to tea house in the context of a bar.

Sukiyaki: A type of hot pot. If you want any other info, just Google it. Lol.

Yakizakana: Grilled fish. It's really freakin' good! I learned how to make it from my Otou-san!

Tatsuha had gone back to the house to get another helmet while Ryuichi waited by his motorcycle after sending Kuronosuke away until later that night. When Tatsuha began briskly walking back down the stairs he had a bright red helmet in his hand and another leather jacket over his shoulder. Ryuichi couldn't help but stare at him. It was difficult not to remember what Shuichi had told him earlier concerning Tatsuha's "Sakuma Obsession". He certainly didn't seem at all like the other fans that clamored to him before, during and after his performances. "Sorry about the wait. I had trouble finding it." Tatsuha handed over the red helmet and picked up his black one from the seat on the bike. "Oh, and I brought one of my leather jackets. It gets cold when you drive fast in winter, and I'm not known for being slow."

Ryuichi took the jacket and tried it on. It was a little too big since he was so thin, but it felt warm and he happily wore it. It was almost identical to the one Tatsuha was wearing, only this one was a dark shade of grey and a bit shorter, with two pockets on the inside and two that zipped at the chest. He fumbled with the helmet strap trying to get it to snap closed, but it wasn't any use. "Tatsuha, can you help me get this thing in place?" Ryuichi was embarrassed to ask, but Tatsuha expertly fastened it in only a few seconds. "Thanks." "Sure." Tatsuha swung his leg over his motorcycle and kicked up the stopper. Ryuichi was really flexible and got on the back without any problems at all. "Better hang on tight. I'll take you to the best tea house in Kyoto."

After a really fun drive, Tatsuha pulled in front of a building with a sign above the double door that read 'Shirakaba'. Tatsuha let Ryuichi get off first, then turned off his motorcycle and got off himself. The drive had been nothing short of arousing for him. Ryuichi had put his arms tightly around his waist as they went, his small chest pressed firmly against Tatsuha's back. But to make things even more hypnotic, he couldn't help but think that Ryuichi's legs were spread on the seat behind him. Ryuichi's thoughts weren't exactly clean, either. In fact, the whole time he had held onto Tatsuha's waist he could feel the smooth muscles beneath his hands constrict at his touch. He had even gone as far as using a sudden stop to move closer to the young driver.

The two of them entered Shirakaba and took a seat at a table in the back while the Karaoke machine played Japanese oldies for a group of middle aged business men who were out for a good time. "Want something from the bar?" Tatsuha asked. "Sure. I'll have a Sapporo beer." "Your wish is my command." Tatsuha made a silly bow that made Ryuichi giggle and went to get their drinks. Ryuichi looked at Tatsuha's back as he stood at the bar and found himself trying to remember everything about his body. The holes in his jeans teasingly showed well muscled legs and they fit tight enough to show his perfect ass in great detail. When he came back carrying their drinks Ryuichi took a moment to look at his chiseled chest and abs. He looked like the most seductive of incubi, and the slight teasing sway of his hips only added to his allure. "Beer" Tatsuha stated simply, setting the bottles down on the table. "Thanks."

Ryuichi took a sip of his beer and watched Tatsuha pound his. When Tatsuha put his bottle down he looked directly into Ryuichi's gaze. "Sakuma-san…" "Call me Ryuichi. Sakuma-san is too formal" "Okay then, Ryuichi." Tatsuha said on the verge of utter bliss. "Can I ask you something?" Ryuichi nodded and took another sip of beer. "Why did you want to talk to me so badly that you'd come all the way to Kyoto?" Ryuichi choked on his drink. He hadn't really wanted that question to come up. Even he didn't know exactly why. "Well, you just seemed really interesting and nice, I guess. It's a really refreshing difference in comparison to how people usually treat me." Tatsuha nodded as a reply. "Can I ask you a question then, Tatsuha?" He shuddered at the way Ryuichi said his name so playfully and nodded dumbly again.

"Is it true that you're really my second biggest fan next to Shu-chan?" Tatsuha laughed almost hysterically and slammed his bottle on the wooden table, getting serious in an instant. "I'm your biggest fan! Shuichi is second! I know everything there is to know, have all the merchandise and CDs…" He stopped when he noticed Ryuichi's quite laughing. "What?" he asked curiously. "Nothing," he managed, regaining his composure, "it's just that you can be really passionate about things. It's pretty cool." Tatsuha could feel a nosebleed coming on. "Last question then. Is it also true that you wanted to screw Shuichi because he looks like me?" Tatsuha flashed the deer in the headlights look and abruptly stood up. He knocked over his chair and received a few stares before the loud buzz of nearby chatter continued.

"Listen, Sakuma-san…I…" "Didn't I say to just call me Ryuichi?" he asked and stood up himself. He walked around the circular table and stood only a fingers width away from Tatsuha. Though Ryuichi was already over 30, Tatsuha was still taller by a good 6 inches. He smirked when Tatsuha didn't say anything. He tugged on his tight shirt and pulled him in a way that suggested he should follow. Tatsuha did and numbly went with him into the bathroom. "So, will you answer my question?" Ryuichi asked, sitting on one of the sinks after locking the door to be sure no one would come in. Tatsuha stood as far away as he could, embarrassed and a little worried about what Ryuichi was thinking. His mouth way really dry but he managed to spit everything out just the same.

"Ryuichi, I…well, you're my idol, but even more than that, I really like you. No one else's voice makes me shiver when I hear it, and I admit that I get turned on by that- and you- but whatever Shuichi said to you, I seriously wouldn't ever cross the line and try to jump your bones or anything…" Ryuichi had long since pulled up a leg and was resting his head on his knee when Tatsuha had finished. "Why not?" he asked innocently and watched many different expressions play across the teenagers face. "Well, because I really don't think you'd be interested in a same sex one night stand, and I wouldn't be cool with that, either." Ryuichi nodded and jumped off the sink, making for the door.

"What if I told you I liked you too and wanted to continue seeing you? Would you still think I had a problem with same sex relationships?" Before Tatsuha could even blink, Ryuichi reached up and kissed him sweetly on the lips, melting into Tatsuha completely. After a moment he pulled away and let Tatsuha get his bearings. They looked at each other and finally Tatsuha was able to speak. "I would be really happy to continue spending time with you. And eventually- I'll tell you this now- I have every intention of screwing you when our relationship gets better." Ryuichi laughed and looked back up into his face. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind." They left the bathroom holding hands and went directly outside after getting their things from the table.

For the next several weeks following the night in the bar, Tatsuha and Ryuichi had met on several occasions. Usually Ryuichi's schedule was so packed he had to use the excuse that he was sick to go home. They had gone to a lot of different places together, sometimes even with Shuichi and Yuki, though the writer seemed a little tenser around Ryuichi than he had before. They often went to raves, theme parks, bars, cafés and shrines for winter festivals on little dates where they could relax and talk. After they had been officially been dating for a month, Ryuichi asked Tatsuha to go with him to a gig in Osaka, which Tatsuha gladly did. The show was absolutely fabulous, and to end the day, Ryuichi took him to an expensive dinner at a restaurant in town. "You're concert was amazing Ryuichi!" Tatsuha was really pumped and continued to compliment him on his performance. Somehow, only Tatsuha's praises made him feel giddy and embarrassed.

They sat in a private room with sliding paper doors like a traditional Japanese restaurant and talked about little things as they usually did when there were other people to hear. Since getting to know one another, they'd often played something Ryuichi dubbed "The Question Game". On their first date, he'd suggested they play it so they could get to know the little things about one another. They were in a café at the time, but Tatsuha was always up for anything. The game had gone something like this.

Flashback

"Okay Tats-chan, to play the game, you just ask the person any question, but you have to answer that same question. Then it's their turn! If you ask something that can't be answered by yourself, then the other person asks one that they can't answer until you can both reply to the same question."

"Alright. I guess that makes sense…sorta…You go ahead and start then."

"M'kay! What's your favorite color?" Tatsuha had to laugh at the most overly asked question of all time, but he realized that it was a valid question when getting to know someone.

"I think probably red. Yours?"

"Pink! Because Kumagoro is pink! So what about your favorite food?" Ryuichi asked.

"I guess I'd have to say sukiyaki or yakizakana. I never really liked all the American stuff bro tried to feed me. You?"

"Anything sweet. I really like American pastries."

"Gross…" They both laughed and waited for Tatsuha to think of another question. "What types of movies do you like?"

"I like British films a lot, but I like French films, too. Especially the old silent movies. You?"

"Eh, I don't really watch movies too often. Eiri and I sorta have this thing about idiocy and television…"

"Idiocy and television? You and Yuki-san really are close, aren't you? Thank makes me a little jealous…" Tatsuha blushed.

"Well, bro and I just get along because of our tastes. For instance, we like the same booze, sweets and lovers, and we share the same warped humor. I think since the time we were little, because I never looked at bro different for being 'Un-Japanese', he's always felt a little closer to me for it."

"Hmm, so you really are a good person. Just like I thought! Well, I can't answer my question, so you go ahead."

"Well, who do you get along with the best and why?"

"That's two questions." Ryuichi laughed and put a finger to his lip and thought about it for a second. "I guess that my best friend is Tohma. I really get along with Shuichi too, but Tohma isn't only a band mate, he looks out for me and does lots of things for me. He's almost like a big brother himself, you know?" Tatsuha nodded but Ryuichi wasn't finished. "But, I think the person I get along with the best is you. Tohma and I stopped talking like this, and we don't have as much fun anymore." Ryuichi took on a more playful tone this time and said "Though I don't see you as a brother- more like my lover."

End Flashback

The two of them laughed and spent their entire dinner asking random questions to one another. Ryuichi learned that Tatsuha had always wanted to be a monk and was never forced into it, that he had known he was bi since he was 9, and that he'd been the first person in line to buy tickets for every Nittle Grasper concert they had held since their second CD. Tatsuha found out that Kumagoro was made by Ryuichi's mother for him when he was a baby, that he still read manga and that he had wanted to sing since he was old enough to talk. When their waitress brought them their cappuccinos and scones, Ryuichi decided to pop a question he'd wanted to ask since inviting Tatsuha to Osaka a week before it happened.

"Tatsuha, we've been seeing each other for a little over a month, but I don't think the time we spend together is enough…" Ryuichi looked up from the murky liquid in his cup into Tatsuha's eyes. He saw fear and worry there and he was quick to set his mind at ease. "But if you came to live with me in Tokyo, we could see each other a lot more. I understand if you don't want to, but…" Ryuichi had looked away but brought his eyes back to Tatsuha to see how he'd responded. He was surprised to see a warm smile on his boyfriends face. "You really mean that? It's okay for me to come live with you?" Ryuichi nodded enthusiastically and said, "So, will you?" It was Tatsuha's turn to nod. "Really? But you'll have to leave the shrine, and you always wanted to be a monk…" "It's alright Ryuichi. It is important to me, but so are you. I can just do special rites and stuff. I don't mind going to Kyoto every so often for that." "You're sure?" "Of course."

With Ryuichi reassured and both of them on cloud 9, the conversation switched from the question game to when Tatsuha would move in, what Ryuichi's apartment was like and their relationship. "I hadn't thought about it, but I just agreed to live with you and I haven't even seen your apartment. You could live in a real dive." Ryuichi laughed at Tatsuha's joke. "It's actually pretty nice. Tohma got it for me. It's really big, especially since I don't have much in it. I'm not home much, so there was no point." Ryuichi shrugged and sipped his coffee. "Soooo, what exactly do you have in your apartment?" "Uh, a bed, dresser, TV, and shower stuff." Tatsuha was taken aback. "No couch, dishes, tables…?" Ryuichi shook his head no. "Well, as soon as I move in, we're going shopping."

They left the restaurant only a few minutes later, Osaka's bright lights glistening overhead as couples and families walked under the city lights. "You want to come to my apartment once we get back to Tokyo? You've never seen it, and you'll be living there…" "No, I'd better not. I don't think I would be able to look at your place very long." "Another words, you don't trust yourself with me." "Exactly." Ryuichi had a laugh at his expense, but he understood that Tatsuha wanted to wait on sex for his sake. He wanted Ryuichi to know that it meant something to him, that he wasn't just screwing him because of fame. "Alright then. Are you going to stay in Osaka tonight or head back to Kyoto?" Ryuichi asked, locking arms with his younger companion. "Well, I was going to stay in Osaka, but if you want me to move in within the week, I think I better get to packing and tell my father."

"Aww, so I won't see you for…" Ryuichi counted on his hand and said, "…three more days?" He gave Tatsuha a pouting look and snuggled far closer than was necessary. Tatsuha didn't really mind, but he was finding it very difficult not to take Ryuichi then and there. "It'll make it that much better when we see each other again." Ryuichi gave a big sigh but realized he was right. They had taken Ryuichi's limo to the restaurant, so they rode back to Nittle Graspers hotel where Tatsuha had left his motorcycle. "Ryuichi, do Noriko and Tohma still not know that we're seeing each other?" Tatsuha asked as he got onto his motorcycle and fastened his helmet. "Well, I think Nori-chan has an idea I'm seeing somebody, but she doesn't know who. Tohma one the other hand is way too busy to notice. What about your family?" Tatsuha shook his head no. "Just bro and Shuichi."

"Tats-chan, do you consider Shuichi family now?" he asked. "Well, he might as well be. Bro's so in love with him it's pathetic." Tatsuha started his motorcycle and said "Well, I'll see you in three days. I'll still call you tomorrow, but if you call first and I don't pick up, it's only because I'm doing rites." Tatsuha waved goodbye, revved his bike and sped out of the underground parking structure. Ryuichi had gotten used to not being kissed goodbye. In fact, they'd only kissed that one time at the bar, but he knew that Tatsuha's restraint was already teetering on the point of destruction, so he never pressed the issue. Tonight however, he found himself longing to feel his lips and maybe something even more.

AN. Sooo, what did'ya think? I bet you can't guess what'll happen in the next chapter! Haha. I hope you enjoyed this and will continue to read more of this story in the future!