First of all, dear readers I want to wish you a happy Christmas¡ I hope you eat a lot and smile a lot too yey¡, I know it´s a bit early but I probably won´t be able to update on Christmas day so yeah. Thanks again for the amazing reviews and I´m so glad to hear my OOCness doesn´t bother you a lot, you make me smile guys.
DISCLAIMER: K project is not mine, that´s why I write fanfiction, because I´m a frustrated fangirl.
Chapter 5:
'This is Fushimi...again; call me back when you hear this. If you're planning on suicide please call me back quicker.'
That was the fourth time Saruhiko had left a message and Munakata was seriously thinking on destroying the damn thing.
His head couldn't stop pounding painfully. The bluenette thought that by now his body should've gotten used to the side effects of a hangover.
Moaning in pain and tiredness he dragged himself out from the comfort of his king sized bed, the silky sheets still mapping his face.
He yawned, covering his mouth politely with his left hand. Reisi stirred like a cat, the relief was almost instantaneous.
The teen made his way to his bathroom, rubbing his eyes to make his vision a bit less blurry. When he could finally focus he noticed the shitty state he was in.
'I look horrible' He yelped. What kind of blasphemy had he thought?
Without losing any more time he brushed his teeth, took a shower, applied his beauty products and put on his glasses.
"Sir, breakfast is ready. Your father would like to speak to you before he goes to work." Seri said from outside his bathroom door.
He really appreciated the woman's attention, but sometimes it was a bit overwhelming.
"I'll be there in a second, Thank you Seri." The silence that followed was reliving.
Munakata jogged to the dining room, almost tripping with a few steps he totally forgot where there.
His father didn't even flinch when he sensed his presence. The man was reading the newspaper, dressed up in his expensive grey suit and big framed glasses.
That was the only trait Reisi shared with the older Munakata; the boy was a living copy of his mother. Munakata Yuki was a beautiful woman. A lot of men had tried to court her since she became of age, but, deep down she knew there was only one man she could ever love. On their first year of marriage Yuki became pregnant and Reisi was born.
"Quit with that look." Said his father without taking his eyes off the newspaper. Horoscopes.
"What look?" Reisi sat at the other end of the table, his expression blank but with a never endless calm demeanor.
"Did you have fun last night?"
Last night? Oh right! He had gone for a drink with a few friends, had a couple shots, ended up in some bar and then Mikoto...MIKOTO! He and...
His father was now looking at him and wondering why the heck his son look like his world crumbled in a second. He hadn't seen that look since he found out Katy Perry wasn't making a Japanese tour when he was seventeen.
"Son...are you all right?"
"Y-yes, dad I just feel a little sick, hangover and stuff." He lied swiftly. Reisi's father looked at him in disbelief.
"You got drunk last night after all."
"I wasn't that drunk."
"Seri said she saw you coming home with a 'friend'"
Reisi's eye twitched. Suoh wasn't his friend! He was the most insufferable, annoying and handsome man he'd ever known!
"He just brought me home."
Munakata replied easily, while taking a small bite of his freshly cooked pancake.
"Is he dating you?" Munakata choked with the delicious piece of heavenly pancake he was swallowing.
"No! You know I'll never reduce myself to that kind of man." He replied, while he munched over another piece.
"It's interesting you say that, because you really enjoyed kissing him last night." There goes another piece of pancake to waste.
"Were you spying on me!?"
"I wasn't. I asked awashima to do it."
"She's not my mom." That simple phrase meant the start of another argument.
"Listen...Reisi..."
"I'm not listening to you."
"You have to understand her..."
"She is NOT mom! So stop trying to convince me otherwise!"
The very few occasions Munakata raised his voice were entirely dedicated to father-son arguments.
"No, she isn't. But I'm your father and I know that's exactly what your mother had wanted!" Both men were screaming. Munakata's father being the one with the raspy voice and authoritarian presence had some advantage.
"You don't know what my mother wanted! That's why you cheated on her with that blonde whore!"
A hard slap crossed his pale cheek, leaving a red angry mark on his untainted flesh. The bluenette didn't articulate a word.
None of them spoke. None of them made a move or a reply, none of them asked for forgiveness and of course none of them wanted to lose.
Sadly for Munakata love had always been like that. Always having to compete with someone in certain extent. He really hated it.
Reisi grabbed his wallet in a hurry and left his house slamming the principal door. He was still wearing his sweatpants and pajama top, his hair a bit messy but he didn't care at the moment though. He just wanted to go out, to go for a drink...or for fifty drinks.
Munakata walked and walked. Not a single call registered on his phone.
'What a responsible father he is'
He thought sarcastically.
The anger began to ebb, so Reisi became conscious about what he was wearing.
"This is so embarrassing!" His head turned from side to side, trying to find a place where he could hide from the critical eye of the common people.
That's when he saw it. A small bar tucked in the far corner of a street he'd never been at.
The bluenette made his way to the bar and opened the door harshly. It was a wonder it was open at 11:00 am. But oh god if he was thankful!
Munakata opened the door and looked around. The place was small but cozy, even if the building looked like it would come down in any second.
"Welcome!" Munakata turned his head to see a gentle eyes blonde man. He had a goofy smile printed on his face and a pair of sunglasses adorning it.
'They are so out right now' Reisi couldn't help but criticize his choice of overrated fashion.
"Can I do something for you?" This guy was annoying.
"Do you have something to drink?"
"At this hour? What a strong stomach you must have ha-ha!"
Reisi glared at him. The guy gulped.
"What would you want?"
"Tequila" Uhuh. Munakata knew he was playing with fire. He could still feel the tremendous side effects of last night's hangover.
"Uh...okay, have it your way" Izumo took a bottle from the counter along with a small glass. He poured some liquor and handed it to the teen.
"Go for it!" Without thinking Reisi drank the shot. To say it burned will be an understatement.
'Oh god, it feels like I just swallowed Satan's semen'
that was a very stupid thought. Considering he never made blow jobs. But there was no better way to describe it.
"Give me another" The blonde doubted the teen's sane judgment. The kid, even though he looked very refined, held a sorrowful expression on his pale face. Izumo knew about these kids. Young boys who had it all but nothing at the same time.
Mikoto was one of them. But Mikoto luckily found him and the kids in the bar; those kids were his anchor and probably the reason why he's still alive.
On the other hand, this teen had come into his bar with no one. It pained Izumo to simply watch a beauty as tainted as he was.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Munakata frowned.
"I'll pay you for this, you're not doing me a favor, and so do your job." His voice tried to be threatening, but Kusanagi found it sort of amusing.
"Let's do something, shall we? If you tell me why you came here at this early morning, I'll give you all you want to drink for free "
"mmph" He snorted. "I don't even know you, why would I trust in your word? Besides money isn't something I'm bothered with."
"Yes, yes I can see that. But...For what I can see you're a minor and you just drank some tequila. The police just loves cases like this..."
The death glare he sent to the blonde was deadly. Sadly, no one ever died from just a glare. Ugh, sometimes Munakata wished he had a manly man face.
"Fine. I had fight my father, happy?" The ambiguity of his answer didn't come surprising to Izumo. The teen was making extremely difficult to help him.
"Oh! You must be one of those rich kids, the blues." If the boy didn't give away information for himself, Kusanagi could use HIS methods too.
"I was. My father thought I'll be a good joke to enroll me in that stupid school 'HOMRA' what a stupid name."
'That's strange...' The blonde thought.
"Won't your father be worried?"
Reisi chuckled. "I seriously doubt that, he must be at work right now."
"He must be really busy to not paying attention to his son."
"Well, the banks aren't going to run my themselves, right?"
'Wait...wasn't he..."
"Munakata?"
"Uh?" Reisi looked up to see the blonde staring at another figure resting on the door frame.
Mikoto Suoh. The last person he wanted to see at the moment. But it was better than his father that's for sure.
"What are you doing here?" Izumo sensed the tension. So his guess was true after all.
"I live here, what are YOU doing here?" Mikoto didn't sound amused or angry; his cool demeanor never cracked.
"You live in a bar? How pathetic."
"At least I'm not trying to get drunk at 11:00 am." The hurt on his eyes was evident, but he shook it away.
"It's none of your business."
"It is if I have to bring you home while you're completely wasted."
Munakata didn't have the energy not the attitude to have an argument with the redhead. He took out a hundred dollars bill and left it on the counter.
"Keep the change." Reisi picked up his wallet and adjusted his...were those his pajamas?
"Oi, are those bunny slippers?" The bluenette blushed. In his hurry, he had totally forgotten about taking off his pajama pants or the slippers Fushimi bought him for his birthday. That bastard never gave him anything.
"Would you mind a change of clothes?" Mikoto turned to glare at Izumo.
"Izumo..."
"You wouldn't want to be seen with those clothes on, right?"
"...fine. Just because I still have a horrible hangover."
"Follow me!" Kusanagi smiled. Seriously, that blonde had to be kidding!
Mikoto sighed in defeat. He should probably change or something, maybe take a nice shower and make some delicious breakfast just for himself.
Yeah, he should probably do that.
"You're a bit thinner than Suoh. This will work! Feel free to choose!"
The weird blonde left Reisi with a lot of second handed clothes. Ugh, this couldn't be happening.
The teen sighed and started his search. He could not find a way to avoid this awkward situation, his father wouldn't be happy to see him and if he made a bit of memory he forgot his father was leaving the country for the weekend, so he was to be home alone and bored to death.
He couldn't believe he was inside Suoh's house. The place reeked of familiarity and just the color of the walls was warm. It compelled him to stay despite his will to leave.
"Uh...this should work." He finally found a pair of skinny black jeans and a thin white shirt; very similar to the ones Mikoto wore every day.
He put it on and Mikoto's particular smell attacked his nostrils. It was an intoxicating smell, so manly and mysterious; it could hypnotize even the most unwilling person. And Reisi was no exception even if he was eager to say otherwise.
Munakata looked at his reflection in the mirror. The simplicity of his new outfit seemed to take a year or two from his age, leaving an innocent-yet sexy- looking teenager.
"This should be fun."
Yata woke up feeling a bit troubled by his own dreams. Slender legs, pale skin, dark midnight hair and deep blue eyes hunted his fantasies. He had no control over them. And that was fucking annoying.
After rubbing his face and controlling his morning wood, Yata stepped out of his room and directed to Mikoto's own bedroom. He needed some men-to-men advice.
The ginger turned the knob and opened the door without knocking. Mikoto hated that, but this time Yata had a valid reason to.
"Hey Mikoto-San I...uh..." A blush covered his cheeks. Yata expected to find a grumpy redhead with stinky morning breath and red strands pointing all directions. Instead, he found Munakata wearing some skin tight jeans that hugged his sharp hips and round buttocks perfectly fine.
Even if he never accepted it, Yata knew this was a sight Mikoto would've been VERY glad to see.
"What are you doing in Mikoto-San's bedroom, uh?" Even if he was beautiful, the taller teen was an annoying brat. And Yata wasn't one to forget.
"It's a long story I won't be bothered to tell you, but if you're looking for that redhead he is downstairs with the annoying blonde." He said, slipping on a pair of old snickers with plain disgust written on his face.
"By the way, Saru's been awfully annoying asking for you." Yata perked up the mention of the other teen. "I've never seen him so restless before, I guess he takes quite a liking in your...kind."
"You better get out of this room; Mikoto-San doesn't take very well intruders." Munakata rolled his eyes.
"Mikoto-San this, Mikoto-San that...don't you get tired of pronouncing his name?"
Reisi looked at the shorter boy directly in the eyes, his arms crossed and jaw clenched. If Yata knew better, he'd said the brat was actually jealous.
That gave him an idea. A devilish smirk appeared on his face.
"Oh no, it's only that Mikoto-San it's a much solicited man." The ginger said while looking nonchalantly at his dirty nails.
The taller teen raised a delicate eyebrow.
"What the hell do you mean by 'Solicited'?"
Checkmate.
"Well, you see, he has a very kind hearth and...Not for bragging but he has the record in all sports besides of being elected as the best looking guy in school. Girls and boys love him. Especially one in particular."
Reisi knew the little devil was toying him. But, he couldn't help but feel curious about the identity of said boy. Not like he was interested or anything.
"Really? I doubted that vulgar had any respect." He spat. Yata wasn't amused at all; he knew the bluenette was becoming restless by knowing the name of the boy.
"Ummm...guess you really don't want to know." Sigh "I tried. But if you are not interested..."
"Wait."
God he sure was getting a ticket to hell. Direct way, first class and all.
"Yes?" He faked politeness. Reisi knew it was a look that didn't fit him.
"What do you want?"
"Excuse me?"
"For the name, you don't fool me." Reisi was getting sick of this little game. Little did he know, Yata had other plans in mind.
"Tatara Totsuka. Light brown hair, gorgeous honey eyes, pink kissable lips, super intelligent and humble. Isn't he the perfect man?" The ginger teased. "Every girl wants a chance with him, but he only has eyes for Mikoto-San."
Yata wanted to laugh at the look on Munakata's face. Tatara-San was a gentle human being, but of course he had exaggerated, besides, Reisi was a gorgeous person. On the outside. Sadly, if only the teen could learn to be beautiful on the inside too, Yata was sure he could have Mikoto going crazy.
"And by what I've heard, Mikoto-San promised him to take him out...this week." Reisi was red with anger. Yes, Suoh wasn't his boyfriend or anything, and yes he didn't like him. On the other hand, the simple thought of another man going out with the rude redhead was just...
When the bluenette was about to say something, Izumo opened the door.
"Reisi-Chan! You look good; I knew I was right, Mikoto waits for you outside. Good morning Yata-Chan!" Yata smiled and Munakata nodded in agreement.
"..."
"Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?"
"Not really, but I know Saru will gladly eat yours." The ginger blushed heavily, his temperature rising in a very fast rate.
"S-shut up!"
"Whatever, I'm too busy for you." Munakata stepped out of the room and went to look for Mikoto. The bar wasn't that big, but a lot of people lived in it, a lot of boys. So it was a big surprise to find a cute little girl sitting besides Suoh on the big comfy sofa.
'They look like father and daughter...it´s cute.'
the albino girl snuggled against the taller man, looking for a kind of protection only a big brother could give. Mikoto let her rest her lithe body against his torso, while Reisi smothered a sigh. That was a very sweet sight to see.
"When you decide to stop hiding behind that door, can you come in?" Munakata tensed visibly. Just when he was beginning to like him.
The bluenette stepped into the room; straight posture but graceful walking. Anna got up from his warm spot next to the redhead to look at the other teen with a spark of amazement.
"Mikoto..."
"What is it, Anna?"
"She looks like one of my dolls."
Reisi faked a smile.
"I'm so sorry to disappoint you girl, but I'm not..."
"So pretty..." None of the boys had noticed when Anna stoop up and walked towards Munakata, lifting her petite hand in an attempt to reach his pale face.
Anna looked at Mikoto for a sign of approval. Suoh was about to say 'no' when Munakata spoke.
"It's okay; I'm not going to break or anything." The girl 'mouth quirked slightly. Her fingertips were warm, contrasting with the coolness of his skin. It was probably a treat everyone in this bar shared, Mikoto radiated a hot warmness just as Yata when he got mad (which happened often) or when Izumo smiled at you when you for the simple fact of being a costumer.
In all honest it made Munakata feel a bit jealous, warmness was something he'd never experience. At least, not like the one he was sensing coming from Anna's petite hand caressing his flawless skin.
"Anna that's enough." The warmness was gone. The little girl looked very disappointed and that made Munakata frown deeply at Suoh.
"Let her be, she isn't bothering me." Anna widened her eyes and smiled. It was a rare sight for the redhead, though it was understandable seeing as Anna's past hadn't been the best.
"Your name is Anna, right?" Asked Munakata in a surprisingly soft voice. The girl nodded.
"It's a beautiful name." Reisi bent down to smile at the small girl.
"Do you want to see my dolls? They look like you."
"Why thank you, I'm flattered. Let's go." Anna took hold of one of his slender fingers and dragged him hurriedly to her room.
"This is Marian. She's the first doll I've ever had; Mikoto gave it to me when he found me." Munakata wondered about the meaning behind Anna's words, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, He ran his fingers through the doll's raven hair undoing the knots that formed at the ends.
"She's beautiful, just like you Anna." The girl flushed lightly.
"I'm not." it was barely a whisper, but it made Reisi frown.
"Of course you are who the hell told you otherwise?"
"A lot of people. They used to say I was ugly and nothing special." She was at the edge of tears, the teen felt his hearth clench at the sight.
"Look at me." She did so.
"Anna, you're the first person that's been kind to me in a long time. I barely know you and I already consider you the little sister I've never had. So don't cry." He whipped her tears with his thumb. "Besides, you're the first person that thinks I'm beautiful. So you have to believe me, okay? We'll believe each other."
She nodded.
"Okay." Munakata jumped a little when Anna's petite arms circled around his shoulders. After the initial shock Reisi returned the sweet gesture.
"Anna, your breakfast is ready!" Yata yelled from the kitchen. Munakata broke the hug and kissed Anna's cheek.
"See you later, Doll-Chan." Anna still thought he was a girl.
"Goodbye, Anna."
When the girl left the room, Mikoto stepped in. He had witnessed the interaction between the rich boy and Anna.
It was a side of Munakata he'd never seen, but again, he barely knew the guy so he didn't jump into conclusions.
But he had to accept it brought a smile to his face.
"She's a very nice girl." Suoh sat on his bed.
"She is. Anna doesn't take strangers very well, you know?"
"Really?"
Munakata stood up from his spot on the floor. Mikoto couldn't help but notice how well his clothes fitted the slender boy. The pale teen was thinner than him, but his hips were wider and so filled the jeans in the right places. His white shirt was a bit baggy for him, but contrasted beautifully with the skinny jeans.
"Why did you lie to her?"
"Uh?"
"You said she was the first one to comply your looks. We know that's complete bullshit."
Reisi smiled.
"You're right, she's not the first one to worship the way I look. But...she's the first one that says it without wanting something in return."
Mikoto adjusted his ring. He still couldn't believe in the brat's word.
"I know you don't believe me and probably never will, but do believe me when I say that I'm the living proof that money can't buy happiness."
"I believe you." Munakata's eyes shone with surprise. "Let's just say, it's personal experience."
"Personal experience?"
"I'm not about to share my personal life with you."
"What am I going to do with you?"
"I didn't ask you to be so interested in Me."
"Certainly. But even if you didn't I cannot help but feel attracted to you." Reisi couldn't believe his own words. Maybe it was Anna's kindness and innocence that made him have an honest moment with himself.
"So the princess finally accepts her feelings." Mikoto was pushing too far, he was aware of that, but it was the only way he knew to deal with feelings.
"I'm not confessing my undying love for you so don't flatter yourself; I'm merely accepting a curiousness to know you and I won't let you make fun of the way I feel."
"How dramatic..."
Everything happened too fast to even analyze. First Suoh lay on his bed and then he was cornering Reisi between the two big walls opposite the entrance.
The redhead was only an inch taller than Munakata, but the bluenette felt a few feet shorter by the way Suoh looked at him, so fierce and scrutinizing.
"Don't tell me you don't feel attracted to me." He whispered hotly in his ear, sending a shiver through his spine.
"I told you, it´s mere curiosity." Munakata thanked to the gods for not stuttering.
"Is it?" He shivered again at the feeling of Mikoto's ring press against a patch of skin from his hip, just where the loose shirt had ridden up to see part of his pale expanse.
Munakata didn't struggle. He couldn't help but feel thrilled by the predatory look on those amber orbs.
'I guess I may be a little masochist.'
A wet feeling made him stop his thoughts. Reisi yelped when he realized Mikoto's tongue was running up and down his slender neck, kissing and biting just at the right spots, as if he had memorized the pleasure points of the human body. He was enjoying the sudden attention more he'd ever admit.
He grabbed the red locks and pushed the man's head forward; it was a silent plea to keep going, to keep making feel so warm, so loved. Even if it was a beautiful lie.
Suoh smirked, moving away from the bluenette and admiring his work. Several marks, going from red to purple adorned the once pale flawless skin. His smirk grew wider as he noticed the heated sight Munakata made, with his half lidded eyes and pink lovely blush. And they didn't even go further than that.
"Yes, Munakata, mere curiosity." He said with a grin, kissing Munakata on the lips teasingly, just a simple liplock that made the bluenette feel weak all of sudden. When he stepped away and out of the room, the shorter teen gave out a sigh and then a deep frown replaced the bliss that once adorned his face.
"You, Suoh Mikoto, are starting to play with fire." Revenge should be delicious, oh yes; he'll make Mikoto feel the same. "And you are going to get burned."
"And Munakata, Anna wouldn't like to see that, so you better take care of it." Mikoto pointed down at his crotch, Reisi noticed the very noticeable hard on he spotted, standing proudly and aching for attention.
"You won't hear the end of this, Suoh Mikoto!"
And yes he won't, but first, he had a business to attend. If he screamed Mikoto's name at his release that was totally unplanned.
Please review¡ it will be much appreciated. Chapters are getting even longer so I guess I´ll receive a lot of Christmas gifts from you guys¡ jk, see you next time lovely readers. I´m out to wrap up some more presents¡