Welcome to Chapter Two of Junsuina Sumatto! Please enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Junjou Romantica and I also do not own the following awesome characters:
Izumiya Kenta
Izumiya Yuudai
Christian Wolfe
I DO, however, own the following:
The Tsukuyomi Family
Watanabe Tatsuya
Sato Toshiro
Kajiwara Aoi
WARNINGS: This is rated MATURE for proper reasons, including the adult themes and violence as well as naughty language!
Chapter Two: I Have A Wild Imagination.
Riku walked into the bathroom, leaving the door partially open as he turned on the bathtub water. He picked an apple scented bubble bath soap and dumped the bottle upside down so the pinkish liquid pooled out and into the water. Almost immediately, the mixture began to bubble up with the rushing water stirring it around. Riku set the bottle back down and pulled his shirt off, pouting a little.
Jeez. I was hoping to convince Kenta to stay the night too! Hioshi's always gotta ruin everything… I wonder what he said to fluster Kenta so much? Hioshi's not very good at making threats, so normally people would just laugh at him or come up with a better comeback… I can't think of anything that would freak Kenta out, well, except for his brother, but Hioshi doesn't even know Yuudai exists. He thought with a sigh, stripping down completely and stepping into the warm bathwater. He hummed comfortably as the bubbles floated around him.
Meanwhile, Yuudai walked down the hallway, casually as he glanced at the door that most likely belonged to Hioshi's bedroom. He was highly tempted to get the kid out there and ask what he did to freak Kenta out, but he could faintly remember Akira telling him that Hioshi could easily tell the difference in who was knocking on the door. He shrugged and kept walking, reaching into his pocket for another cigarette.
He lit it up and stuck it in his mouth as he pushed open Akira's bedroom door. He glanced around for his leather wallet, but heard splashing from the bathroom and cocked his head to see the door partially opened. He smirked and took his cigarette from his mouth, flicking the ashes on the floor carelessly before he made his way toward the bathroom.
He peered in as Riku sat up from dunking his head in the water, bubbles floating over the edge of the tub. Riku sighed and leaned back, letting a leg hang out the side of the tub as he leaned his head back on the wall, closing his eyes tiredly. Yuudai tried not to hum in amusement.
So, that's Akira's little brother… Not bad… I have one, why not another? And another? If I get bored with one, toss that one out, grab the other. I'm getting pretty damn lucky here. He thought with a smirk.
"I figured as much." Yuudai twitched in annoyance and whipped around to glare at Christian, who was leaning on the doorframe, his hands in his pockets casually, but his eyes narrowed in a glare. Yuudai 'tsked' and flicked more ashes from his cigarette before placing it between his lips again.
"Che, as if you wouldn't look if you had the chance. You act so saintly." He mocked, walking toward the dresser to search for his wallet again. Christian frowned and pushed off the doorframe.
"Yuudai, terrorists look saintly compared to you." He retorted and Yuudai just snickered a 'thank you very much' as he bent to search on the floor. Christian rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom to close the door, allowing the kid more privacy.
"No peeking." Yuudai whispered aloud to him and smirked as he looked under the bed, muttering an 'ah ha'. Christian kept a calm expression, although, he was highly tempted to come behind the guy and kick him right where it counts, but he decided against it and reached out to close the door, but stopped when Riku was standing up, reaching for the showerhead. The bubbles from the bubble bath were almost all on the floor now, thanks to Riku moving too much and he was struggling to reach the showerhead to turn it on to wash the bubbles that were sticking to his body.
The bubbles that were taking their sweet time to slide down his sleek wet body, some popping every so often as water dripped along with them. After a moment, Riku got the shower on and the water sprayed down.
Christian shut the door and turned to see Yuudai giving him a raised-eyebrow look while he twirled his wallet on the end of his index finger.
"What's that look for? Come on, Akira's going to be wondering what we're doing." Christian muttered. Yuudai merely grinned like a panther that was up to no good, which could quite possibly be very, very true.
And if so, that could also be very, very dangerous.
The two departed from the room, closing the door behind them and walking out to find Akira waiting by the door with a bit of a suspicious look, wagging his finger at them.
"Took ya long enough! What're you two doing?"
"His wallet-"
"Sex." Yuudai interrupted and Christian glared at him. Akira broke into an amused grin as he folded his arms over his chest, shifting his weight to one foot.
"That's cute! That's really cute! Although, I'd have to admit that I'd be super jealous if that was true, Yuudai." He added innocently. Yuudai cracked a smile, but no matter the time and place, Yuudai's smiles were never truly calm or 'happy' like anyone else's. No, they were amused, pleased, they just screamed demonic.
"Come on," Christian muttered, "We have to go downstairs and talk to your landlord about the party."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just doing this all for the fame and fortune," Akira huffed, making Christian want to just smack himself forehead, "It's gonna be super fun! And I'll bet there'll be a lot of girls, or guys, whichever you like, because I seriously think you need some lover. Did you know that sex can practically make you glow and feel super refreshed? It's a proven fact that sex relieves stress and tension!"
"Thanks for the tip." Christian responded dryly before Akira merely grinned and led the two out of the penthouse, closing the door quietly behind them. By this time, Riku came out of the bathroom and Akira's room, pretty sure that the others had departed, so he felt safe in just a plush sea foam green towel. He started to go past Hioshi's room to the kitchen, as his stomach once again felt empty, but a pair of arms caught him quickly, making him yelp and stumble.
In seconds, Riku found himself jerked into Hioshi's room, in Hioshi's arms. He felt his face grow warm as he twitched in annoyance.
"H-Hioshi, what the hell?" He cried in distress and squirmed away from Hioshi to press his back to the now closed bedroom door. Hioshi made a faint face at having grabbed his wet brother, shaking his arms a little before he folded his arms over his chest.
"I want to know your friend. Kenta. Tell me about him." He stated flatly. Riku blinked, then glared at him as he folded his arms over his chest tightly, just realizing how rather cold Hioshi's room was.
"N-No way! You totally scared him off! He probably doesn't even want to know you."
"That's not how I saw it. When you like someone, you ask them out, isn't that how it goes?"
"Eh? What? No! Only if you really like them you do that! And don't ask Kenta out! He's a really nice guy and he deserves an equally nice lover, not someone who's a cowardly jerk." Riku retorted. Hioshi raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up, Riku. I just nabbed you because I want you to tell me about Kenta, which you're going to do right now. Tell me everything he likes, tell me what he hates, what does he eat, where does he live, what does he do, does he have a job, etcetera." He explained, waving his hand around in a gesture of continuation. Riku twitched and scowled a little, holding the front of his towel.
"Hioshi, if you're serious about this, you have to ask him yourself! It's not my job to do that!"
"But then it's no fun."
"Hioshi!"
"I suggest you start talking, Riku. You and I both know I'm impatient."
"I don't have to tell you anything, ask Kenta, then again, with what you said, he might not even come back here anymore. And not to mention his stupid brother is hanging out with Akira."
"He has a brother?" Hioshi asked, interested. Riku clapped his hands over his mouth, wincing a little in aggravation at himself for having such a big mouth sometimes. He jumped as Hioshi leaned over him, his fists clenched on the door on either side of him, his face right in his.
"Go on, Riku. What else?" He asked. Riku gulped, shrinking a little under his brother's icy stare.
"Uh, well, can't I get dressed first and we can talk over ice cream?"
"Don't have time, classes to teach in about an hour."
"Hioshi-"
"Speak, tell me more about Kenta." Hioshi commanded and unclenched a fist to run his hand through Riku's wet hair. Riku shifted uncomfortably.
"Uh… Kenta has an older brother, Yuudai. I don't think they like each other very much and I can see why, Yuudai's kind of scary. I'm kind of curious, but I don't want to ask Kenta because that'd be rude and nosy."
"Hm, I'd of asked anyway. Go on, more about Kenta."
"Uh, er, he's twenty-one and works at his grandfather's antique shop, not far from here, he also has an apartment near there too… I guess he likes to paint a lot and sells some of his stuff there. He makes really good food too, some foreign stuff. He can play the piano pretty good too… Uhm, I think he has a thing for cats, but that's just because he has a lot of things like that around his apartment…"
"You go to his apartment a lot?" Hioshi asked, his voice unnaturally calm. Riku glanced at him uneasily.
"Uh, yea… He makes me study my work a lot."
"What does his apartment smell like?"
"Hioshi, you're so creepy! Go find out for yourself!"
"I don't want to."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Because I have a wild imagination." Hioshi muttered. Riku sweat dropped, then sighed, closing his eyes and turning his face away from Hioshi's.
"Everything else you have to find out on your own! I'm not helping you anymore! Kenta's right, you need to get out of here more often! Maybe if you do that, Kenta will like you. If you love him enough, you'll leave the apartment to go find him." He responded, mentally wincing at how harsh his words seemed to come out. Hioshi blinked, then leaned away from Riku with a deep frown on his face. Riku relaxed, but only a little because Hioshi looked extremely annoyed now.
"I'm sorry, Hioshi… But I want you to come out of your room, at least your room. Just start out with easy things. Open a window, then the door, then come out into the living room. Heck, you don't even have to go that far, you can just go into the hallway… Maybe you'll eventually walk outside." He offered, trying to make up for his earlier comment, his fingers twiddling together. Hioshi averted his eyes, a split second of thoughtfulness coming across his face, before he turned his head away with a disgusted look.
"Fine. Go get dressed, you're soaking my floor."
"As if that's my fault!" Riku cried, but he merely turned and headed out the door, slamming it shut behind him, leaving Hioshi to look at the carpet of his room for a moment before he stepped forward. He reached out to open the door, but he reeled his hand away instead and turned back to the computer with an annoyed huff and plopped down in his chair with a knee to his chest as he did some clicking.
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"I promise nothing bad will happen today! Akira and his friends are going to be setting up for that party next weekend in the lobby downstairs and we won't go anywhere near Hioshi's room! Please come over, Kenta!" Riku pleaded as he clasped his hands together and tried to give his best puppy dog face. Kenta twitched, shifting a little in his seat as he fiddled with a pen.
"Oh, I don't know, Riku…"
"Please, please, please! I'll study the best I can too!"
"All right, all right," Kenta sighed, holding up his hands in surrender and making Riku beam, "So long as you keep your mind on the books. We have a big exam day coming up and I want you to pass it with flying colors, all right?"
"Understood! And if I pass… Does that mean you'll make me something to eat?"
"Sure."
"Yes! Now I'm really motivated! Bring on the books!" Riku declared confidently with a nod and clenched fist of fierce determination. Kenta smiled and looked up as their brunette teacher walked in with a booklet, announcing the page number and notes to be taken as he wrote a sentence on the board. Kenta opened his notebook up and took out a pencil, glancing to see Riku already rushing to take out his things, smacking it down on their shared desk, waiting eagerly to write notes.
Jeez, all this because he wants me to come over and so I can make him something to eat… I hope I didn't hurt his feelings yesterday when I left. I was just really surprised, and quite frankly, freaked out! Who wouldn't be? I hardly know Hioshi and he just flat out asked me out. So weird! But… Does that mean he doesn't see me as something insignificant? Or was he just playing around? It's so hard to tell if he's serious with that look on his face… He thought, nibbling on the end of his pencil uneasily as he imagined Hioshi looking at him so slyly. Kenta felt his cheeks burn and he twitch, snapping his pencil in half.
He winced and looked straight down at his notebook as several people glanced at him curiously.
Wasted thoughts. I'm such a hypocrite, telling Riku to study and focus while here I am, thinking about his brother! His brother! He shook his head and forced himself to focus on the notes that were being written on the board for him to copy down, with half of his pencil while the other half had fallen in his lap.
Soon, the bell rang as class let out that afternoon, students basically mobbing out of the school, their chattering voices carrying over the plaza just outside the building. Riku beamed proudly as they walked down the street, his books held tightly to his chest as his messenger bag bounced at his side.
"You know, once you actually listen to Kamijou-sensei and get past the fact that he likes to throw things at the texting kids, that class isn't all that bad! I wonder why I didn't realize that before…" He mused, absolutely clueless. Kenta sweat dropped, but forced a smile anyway.
"Uh, well, that's good that you think so then. It'll make it easier to concentrate now, won't it?"
"Definitely! And have you ever noticed that Kamijou-sensei is kind of attractive when he messes up on a word or if he gets really mad?"
"Riku, focus on the work, not the sensei."
"I know that! I was just saying so… Oh, man," Riku muttered as they walked into the parking lot of the apartment complex, "Tatsuya's car isn't here… That means Kazuya's not here. Which means nothing to eat." Kenta looked in the direction where apparently Tatsuya's car was always parked, then looked back at Riku.
"If you'd like, I could make you something. You say Kazuya's also a cook, he should have some kind of ingredients for me to make something."
"Okay! That'd be great!" Riku exclaimed eagerly. Kenta smiled in response as the two entered the lobby, Riku typing in something on the elevator keypad and stepping into the elevator. Same as last time, Kenta found himself in awe at the view from the hallway on the top floor, just outside the elevators as well as Riku's penthouse, which also had a relatively gorgeous view.
Once entering, Kenta found that Riku was right about no one being home. Well, save for Hioshi, but he might as well have not been there as the place was rather clean and empty.
"Kazuya cleaned it after he got home from work last night," Riku noted, glancing around as he took his shoes off at the door, dropping his bag on a nearby coat rack, "I'm surprised, usually he's exhausted by the time he comes home and just goes straight to sleep."
"Where does Kazuya work again?" Kenta asked as he slipped off his shoes, placing his bag by Riku's and following the boy into the kitchen, which also seemed to be much cleaner than it was previously. Riku took a seat on a stool, gesturing to the cupboards.
"Go ahead and dig through the cupboards… Kazuya works as a pedestrian mainly, but he also works part-time as a mentor to groups of students studying in the medical field."
"Really? That sounds tough… What about, uhm, his boyfriend?" Kenta asked casually as he opened the cupboards, taking out a few seasonings and going to the fridge. Riku leaned forward on the counter to watch.
"Tatsuya? He's the dean of the medical department and I think he also owns the hospital Kazuya works at. He gets a lot of money, which why even live in this penthouse. It costs a lot of money to own one and Tatsuya offered since he and Kazuya basically act like a married couple. They both work a lot, though, and Kazuya's hardly home, and when he is, he cleans the house and cooks, does the laundry. So and so." He explained as Kenta took out some potatoes and beef.
"That sounds like a lot of work." Kenta commented as he began to cook the food. Riku shrugged, resting his chin on his palm.
"He doesn't complain about it… And Akira's always out, being social. I'm usually at school or at your place and Hioshi doesn't even come out of his room, so I guess no one else decides to clean… And Tatsuya can't clean to save his life. He's got ADD or something because he'll be vacuuming and when he sees a magazine on the floor, he picks it up and reads it, forgetting all about it." He explained with a sigh. Kenta cracked a smile at that and continued cooking. Within moments, the kitchen was overrun by a delicious smell that made Riku a bit sleepy and lick his lips hungrily.
"Mmmm~ Is it almost done, Kenta? I feel like I'm being tortured!"
"Yea, it just needs to sit for a bit. Why don't you go wash up while you're waiting? By the time you're done, it should be ready."
"Okay! I'll have to bring some to Hioshi too. Without a doubt, he hasn't eaten at all today."
"No wonder he's thin… All right." Kenta agreed and Riku beamed, sliding off the stool and heading out into the living room, down the hallway to his room. Kenta turned back to the stove, reaching up into a cupboard and taking out a couple bowls. He filled them up and paused after filling up the third one.
Well… I should save Riku the trouble. He decided and picked it up as well as a fresh roll, putting them on a plate and walking out toward Hioshi's room. He shifted the food into one hand and knocked softly. There was a short pause for a second, Kenta was nervous that Hioshi wouldn't open the door or maybe something had happened, but as soon as he finished the thought, the sound of locks and chains clanging about followed.
The door opened to reveal Hioshi, looking rather sleepy, wearing a pair of gray and black plaid pajama pants and a long sleeved navy shirt with the picture of a plush bunny on the bottom left corner. However, the sleepy look quickly faded as Hioshi caught Kenta's eyes.
"Kenta. I didn't know you were over." Hioshi stated. Kenta made himself smile as honestly as he could.
"Riku invited me again… I made some lunch if you'd like some. I also want to apologize for yesterday." He added quietly. Hioshi looked at the food, then back up at Kenta.
"Oh… You're forgiven." He responded dully, making Kenta twitch.
Jeez! I only said that because he was supposed to be the one apologizing! Kenta thought, a bit aggravated, but he did his best not to show it. He was about to hand Hioshi his food and just leave when an idea seemed to hit him.
It's a bit cruel… But everyone seems to want Hioshi to get out more… He thought, then he pulled back a little, taking a few steps away. Hioshi gave him a somewhat annoyed expression, taking a step back as well behind the doorframe.
"If you want your food, come out here." Kenta offered. Hioshi's icy eyes watched him closely, suspiciously now, a hand holding onto the side of the doorframe.
"What game are you trying to play?" He asked cautiously. Kenta shook his head.
"Not a game. It's just, a lot of people want you to start showing your face again, they want to talk to you…" He said quietly. Hioshi frowned.
"They have Riku, don't they? We almost look alike, so they can just look at him. They don't need to talk to me anyway, talk to Akira, he's the social one." He responded and reached out for the door.
"But they're not you, Hioshi. You're different from them, you said so yourself, didn't you?" Kenta asked. Hioshi stopped, frowning at him and was tempted to come up with a comeback, but without warning, Riku's words came into his head:
If you loved Kenta enough, you'd leave the apartment to go find him!
Hioshi looked at him for a while and Kenta looked about ready to give up and come forward with his food. In fact, he was, but Hioshi took a step out of the room, reaching out and taking the food. Kenta blinked. Hioshi stood still, a foot outside his door, his eyes on the ground. Kenta looked at him, a bit worried at first.
"You didn't have to, I mean, I didn't think you were actually-"
"I want to eat lunch with you and Riku." Hioshi answered, closing his eyes and lifting his head a bit. Kenta stared at him in disbelief.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I want to be around you." Hioshi replied calmly. Kenta could feel the same warmth returning to his cheeks as he looked at Hioshi, who was looking back at him now, but no longer with that icy hateful look that he seemed to always hold in those cold blue eyes.
No, this look was much different. It made Kenta blush even more!
"O-Okay… That's okay with me." Kenta said at last. Hioshi merely nodded, but he looked at the floor as if it was something filthy, then looked up at Kenta, who looked at him for a moment, then seemed to get the mental signal of 'I think I need help'. Kenta reached out and took Hioshi's elbow, pulling him forward gently. Hioshi moved easily along with him, letting Kenta lead him to the kitchen. Hioshi glanced quickly around the living room.
I had completely forgotten what this place looks like… It's somewhat clean… What have a flat screen? He wondered, staring at the television before he was in the kitchen, taking a seat on a stool as Kenta set out his and Riku's bowls. Hioshi felt tense, but he didn't mind it all that much, sitting there in the kitchen. In moments, Riku was walking in and gave Hioshi a surprised look.
"Hioshi? You're seriously in here?" He asked, awed. Hioshi huffed, glancing him over his shoulder.
"Don't give me that stupid look. Sit down and eat… Kenta's really good at cooking." He said dully. Riku blinked, pouted a little and sat down, sipping of the stew and sighing contentedly.
"Mmm! As always, you're one of the greatest cooks I know, Kenta!" He exclaimed happily, eating some more. Kenta smiled lightly.
"Thank you." He replied. Hioshi nibbled on his roll, glancing out the corner of his eye at Kenta and found himself blushing, which surprised himself. He looked back at his roll quickly when Kenta glanced at him to see him staring.
Blushing? Seriously? I should be the one making Kenta blush. But just how do I do that if he's making all the moves? He thought with a frown, then looked up as Kenta got up to put the lid on the stew. Hioshi took his chance and glanced at Riku, keeping his voice low.
"Riku, go away for a second." He commanded. Riku blinked and looked at him in confusion, swallowing the food in his mouth.
"Mmph? Huh? But I'm not finished yet…"
"Just leave." Hioshi snapped. Riku pouted, but he slid out of his seat.
"Bathroom break, be back!" He called to Kenta, who nodded, and Riku was out the door in moments. Hioshi looked back to Kenta, watching him stir the food a little. He rested his chin on his knuckles as he let his eyes run from Kenta's indigo ponytail, down over the pale blue button up and jeans he wore, then back up again to see Kenta turning around to look at him a bit curiously.
"What?" He asked. Hioshi looked back at him with a calm expression.
"Nothing, I was just thinking… You never answered me yesterday." He stated. Kenta twitched and bumped into the stove, gasping as he almost knocked the pot of soup over, flailing rather comically and hurriedly placing the lid on the soup, steadying it before stepping back and putting a hand on his forehead, mentally cursing himself for blushing.
Hioshi tried not to smile proudly before he slid out of his seat quietly, coming up beside him to peer at him.
"What's wrong? Why do you grow flustered when I mention that?" He asked. Kenta glanced at him, looked away, then turned to look at him fully.
"Hioshi, I don't understand why you're saying all these things," He tried to say calmly, but he was obviously a bit nervous as he ran a hand through his hair, "We seriously just met and you don't know a thing about me and I don't know anything about you-"
"You have an older brother," Hioshi interrupted, making Kenta blink and stare at him, "Yuudai, but you two don't get along. You work at your grandfather's antique shop, you paint and sell some of them there, you're a brilliant chef, you play the piano and you have a thing for cats."
"What? How did you-"
"I'm Tsukuyomi Hioshi," Hioshi went on, keeping a rather calm disposition, "I'm twenty-years-old and I teach a translation class to students in America. I graduated college not too long ago with top marks. I like taking bathes and researching things online, I write a lot of essays and I live in my room. See? Now you know me." Kenta suppressed a flinch as he watched Hioshi's cold blue eyes stare at him.
He's serious about this! How did he know all those things about me? Did Riku tell him…? Yes, that has to be it. He made Riku tell him some things about me, but even if he said that, it doesn't mean he knows me… He thought and shifted a step away.
"Hioshi, I appreciate your feelings, but… I just… I don't know, those are just a few facts… I don't really think you can say you-"
"I want to know you," Hioshi stated, his expression still level, which only seemed to make Kenta more uncomfortable, "The fun of dating is not knowing the deepest secrets, it's learning the secrets, right? Why? Is it that you don't like me? At all?" Kenta flinched as he looked at Hioshi for a while longer.
"It's not that-"
"So you do like me."
"Well, I never said-"
"Then why won't you go out with me?"
"Hioshi, the point of going out is going out. If you have trouble leaving your own room, how will you leave the apartment to spend time with me?" Kenta couldn't stop the flow of words as they spilled out and he immediately regretted it. He was expecting a hurt look to cross Hioshi's face, but nothing happened, he still seemed rather calm, but quiet for a moment before speaking.
"Someone told me that if I loved you enough, I would leave my room… That's the only reason I made it out of my room earlier. I'm willing to try, but not unless you're there with me." He muttered and Kenta felt his eyes widen as he watched Hioshi slowly begin to blush. His expression seemed to grow a bit annoyed at himself for blushing, but at the same time, somewhat pleased that he said it.
"Hioshi…" Kenta murmured. He was a bit surprised. From the moment of meeting Hioshi, he expected this guy to forever and remain a cold hearted jerk, but it seemed that Hioshi was much softer on the inside. Kenta opened his mouth to reply, but the kitchen door opened, but it wasn't Riku who came in.
"Good afternoon- Whoa! Hioshi, you're out of your room?" Akira exclaimed in awe, his periwinkle eyes blinking. Behind him, Yuudai had followed and now wore an amused expression on his face. After all, the sight of Hioshi having leaned in toward Kenta was quite a thing to see in the kitchen. Hioshi twitched and looked away from them, grabbing the counter tightly, trying to hide his burning hot face. Kenta was blushing as well, having leapt back.
Akira quickly caught on, however, grinning a bit suggestively as he put his hands on his hips.
"Well, well, well! I didn't know you two were interested in each other!" He exclaimed, surprised.
"Neither did I." Yuudai said in an icy calm tone. Kenta grimaced and Hioshi blinked and looked up, looking across the room at Yuudai, who seemed to be looking at Kenta with very evident annoyance.
"That's cute! Are you the one who got Hioshi out of his room? You're amazing! Hioshi must really like you if he listened to you. He's probably the most stubborn and hotheaded jerk I've ever come to know." Akira mused, tapping his chin. Hioshi glared at him.
"There are times when one must shut their big fat mouths. Now is one of those times, Akira."
"See what I mean?" Akira sighed, waving his hand idly in his face. Kenta blushed very lightly, shifting from foot to foot.
"Ah, it was nothing, really. It just seemed like everyone wanted him to leave his room is all… I'm glad he's not locked up there anymore." He added. Hioshi looked at him, his hands gripping the counter behind him tightly, but his expression seemed to have softened. Akira smiled.
"That's really super cute! You guys would make a great couple, don't you think, Yuudai?" He looked at Yuudai, who looked up from staring at the two across the kitchen.
"Hm? Oh yea… Sure. Great." He replied dully and Akira went back to gushing over them, but Yuudai was still studying them closely, particularly Hioshi now. Hioshi was looking up at Kenta with the most obvious look of affection.
So, this is Hioshi, hm? I thought I was going to be dealing with something else, but this is completely different… Looks like Kenta has another 'friend' that won't be his for long. He thought and smirked.
"Ah, crap," Akira gasped as if suddenly remembering something as he smacked his forehead, "I left the ribbon downstairs! Yuudai, can you find the duct tape? I'm going to go downstairs and grab the ribbon…" He turned and went out the door, leaving Yuudai to look across the room at Kenta, who looked back at him uneasily as Hioshi stood behind him, eyes now averted.
"I thought you were scared off," Yuudai drawled to Kenta, folding an arm under the other, using his hand to push his sunglasses up on top of his head, "Looks like that job falls on me again, only this time, I'm going to have fun doing it." Kenta frowned, trying to find exactly what Yuudai would mean in his words, but Hioshi spoke up.
"Oiii," Hioshi retorted, putting a hand on his hip and resting his other on the counter, giving Yuudai an annoyed look, "Leave him alone or I'll kick you out. I don't like meddling assholes in my penthouse." Yuudai's eyes flashed and locked on Hioshi, now very amused.
Well. Maybe he's not as shy and timid as I had thought on first sight. He thought, cocking a brow before smirking dangerously.
"Hioshi. You're the one who made Kenta run out of here like a frightened pup, huh? It's a pleasure to meet you, very much so. However, I'd have to bet that you don't stand a chance and getting me to move." He responded. Expecting a reaction of surprise, Yuudai was instead mildly surprised to see Hioshi roll his eyes and shift away from counter, folding his arms over his chest and closing his eyes, his expression taking on a confident demeanor.
"Oh, please. I hate cocky jerks like you. You act all tough, but you're nothing, but arrogant bastards." He drawled. Yuudai's eyes seemed to sharpen and Kenta caught on right away, his eyes widening as he turned to Hioshi.
"Hioshi, come on! I really rather you guys not argue, let's just go to your room and talk, okay?" He asked. Hioshi looked up at him for a moment, then at Yuudai, who was glaring more and more harshly at Kenta, who seemed to be trying his best to ignore it.
"Tch…" Hioshi looked away, but he didn't argue as Kenta pushed him toward the door gently, following close behind him. Yuudai watched them go and he was tempted to go after, just so he could sucker punch Kenta in the gut for ruining the fun. He narrowed his blue eyes before reaching up and bringing his sunglasses back down, the lights of the kitchen glinting off them.
All right. That settles it. I'm definitely playing this game.
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"Why did you stop me? He's a jerk and I hate dealing with guys like him." Hioshi demanded, his arms folded over his chest as he watched Kenta close the bedroom door, leaning on it for a moment. Hioshi frowned, then blinked as Kenta turned around to face him, still leaning on the door as he sighed.
"Hioshi, I believe that you're a confident guy, really, I do. That's good, but you shouldn't get confident around a guy like Yuudai."
"I don't care who he is. He was being a jerk. Why are you so scared of him?"
"I'm not scared," Kenta protested, then sweat dropped as Hioshi gave him a deadpan stare before he sighed, shifting a bit uncomfortably, "I just… I don't like fighting with Yuudai. I'll admit that he makes really bad choices and he's dangerous, anyone can see that, but he's still my brother." Hioshi blinked, then lowered his eyes.
"I see… You're really kind, Kenta, even to someone who's so rude." He sighed. Kenta half smiled.
"And no matter how many times you reject me, I'm still going to come after you." Hioshi added confidently, folding his arms back over his chest tightly with a determined expression on his face. Kenta blinked and stared at him.
"Wha-"
"Unless you want to give in right now." Hioshi replied. Kenta blushed, twitching a little.
How can someone who looks so… I don't know, angelic, be so… Confidently cruel? He wondered as he studied Hioshi's expression, but it made him want to smile again. Does he really like me that much? Should I just agree? It's not… like anything bad will come of this. If it doesn't work out, I could just easily say sorry, it didn't work out. At least, that's what he told himself.
"All right… We'll see…" Kenta said quietly. Hioshi looked at him a bit curiously before he nodded.
"Good. Then that means you're mine and I'm yours, which means you can't look at anyone else." He replied. Kenta nodded in return. Both stood in the room awkwardly now, looking off in different directions.
"Hioshi," Kenta spoke at last, "When you asked me out, do you even know what couples do?" Hioshi looked at him sideways with a frown.
"What do mean by that?"
"Er, never mind. We'll work on it. Uhm, I guess I should probably go help Riku study for the exams that are coming up."
"Okay."
"Uhm…" Kenta waited a moment as Hioshi looked away, ready to get back on his computer. Kenta walked up to him, feeling his face grow warm as he moved, reaching out and tipping Hioshi's face up. Hioshi stared at him for a moment before he seemed to take the hint and leaned up, having to stand on his toes, kissing Kenta on the lips gently before looking away with a blush, an annoyed look at himself for being so shy.
"I'll talk to you later?"
"Yea…" Hioshi murmured and watched Kenta smile before departing from the room. As soon as the door closed, Hioshi reached up and grabbed his chest, gasping at the tight sensation. He felt like his heart was about to explode! He blushed some more, then turned back to the computer, plopping down in his chair, but unable to concentrate as he logged onto his website, getting instant message greetings from his students.
I'm going out with Kenta now… Yes. I like that… Dating Kenta. I'm dating Kenta. He thought, repeating the sentences in his head and feeling a faint smile cross his lips as he clicked around the site, greeting his students back and preparing the translation lesson.
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A/N: Hope that wasn't a rush into the first pairing, haha! It's just, I adore this pairing because they're just so freaking cute! I decided to do them first too ^^ I'm going to do the pairings in order, as there are more than last time, as well as new characters that will show up later… And I'm excited to write the party in the dance room in the complex, ahhhh, I have so many goodies for you guys at that point! Let's say it's my Valentine's gift to you all ;D! Oh, I was also asked what Junsuina Sumatto means and it means Pure Smut :)! Well, thanks so very much for reading, hope the characters are in character, and your reviews are greatly appreciated!
