Sooo, plot development...but not. Like two steps forward, one step back :p. It took me awhile to write this chapter because I couldn't get alot of the parts juuuust right (it still isn't completely how i wanted it to be, sorry for its imperfectness *bows*). Anyway, still tell me what you guys think okay~? :D
Chapter 3
The days passed and Yata was unable to get a response out of the bluenet. He constantly approached him, chatting noisily, hoping to get some sort of reaction, even if it one of annoyance. But there was nothing. No frown, no tsking, just cold silence. It was almost admirable, on both sides, of their consistency; Fushimi remaining aloof, and Yata refusing to give him space. Frustrated with the lack of progress, Yata needed a change of tactics. But what else was there? Nothing came to mind, so he stuck with trying to wear the other teen down.
One day, he wasn't at school. That day of absence turned into two, then into a week. Without Fushimi there, Yata suddenly had a lot of time on his hands to do other things. But for some reason, he didn't want to. All he wanted was to talk to the blue. "Why won't he talk to me?" The thought made him a lot more depressed than he cared to admit. So after another week of absence passed the teacher asked someone to take Fushimi's homework to his house and Yata jumped at the chance (a bit too hastily, earning him some weird looks).
He got the address from the teacher and made his way to the other teen's house after school. Yata was excited; he would be able to see the blue outside of school. "What am I so excited for? It isn't like he'll talk to me anyways." But he just pushed the wayward thoughts away and summoned his usual grin as he knocked on the door of the apartment. After a few moments he heard loud thumps and then the door opened slightly, just enough to see the dark blue eyes peering suspiciously out at the red.
"What are you doing here?" He rasped.
"I'm supposed to bring you your homework! You haven't been in school the past two weeks, what's wrong?" Yata replied curiously.
Without replying Fushimi slid a pale arm through the door opening and held his hand out expectantly.
"Ehh? You aren't going to invite me in?" The redhead said in surprise.
"Why would I d-" came the reply, but suddenly the blue retracted his arm and a loud thump was heard.
"What? Hey, Fushimi!" But there was no reply so he pushed the door open and saw the blue's unconscious form slumped on the ground, a blanket wrapped around him. "Hey, wake up!" He said, shaking the other's shoulder. But there was no response. He could feel the heat radiating off the still form and pressed a hand to the bluenet's forehead. "You're burning up! Oi, Fushimi!" But the teen was out cold, and so Yata half carried half dragged him to the bed he eventually found (it wasn't that hard to find, the apartment really only had two rooms).
"I should make him something to eat..." The redhead muttered to himself. "Hmm, don't they always make porridge for sick people? I can't really cook, but it shouldn't be too hard. It's just like rice and soup." Decision made, he started rummaging through the kitchen and beginning the preparations.
Fushimi's eyes flutter open, disoriented by how he ended up back on his bed; the last thing he remembered was trying to shoo an unwanted guest. Suddenly a terrible stench assaulted his nose; the smell of burnt food. His eyes widened and he hastily got up and stumbled towards the kitchen. He almost collapsed again at the sight. His kitchen was a mess; dirty pots everywhere, rice grains scattered all over the floor and empty cans of broth piled up on the counters. And in the middle of the mess, was a familiar short redhead, who was at the moment removing yet another pot from the stove as he covered his nose and cursed.
"What...have you done to my kitchen?!" The bluenet shouted.
Yata turned around without meeting the other teen's eyes. "I...was trying to make...p-porridge." he mumbled.
The dark blue eyes narrowed in suspicion as the teen stalked into the kitchen to survey the mess more closely. And it was indeed porridge he had been trying to make. "How, do you mess up porridge?" He asked incredulously.
"I dunno, somehow it always burned. Sometimes the rice would be crunchy so I'd cook it for a little longer, and then before I knew it, the rice burned!" Yata explained, ruffling his hair in confusion.
Fushimi gingerly picked his way through the war zone and peered into one of the discarded pots. His eyes widened at what he saw. "What, no...There's no way he's THAT dumb." "Did you...by any chance, not cook the rice first?" And judging by the blank look on the shorter teen's face, he had his answer. "Ohmygod." He groaned.
Realizing what his mistake had been, Yata flushed in embarrassment. "I-I'll make it right this time! You should g-go lie back down" he stammered, pushing the other male forcefully. Fushimi let out an involuntary yelp as his back was touched. "W-what happened?"
"It's nothing..." came the reply, the other teen avoiding the red's eyes.
"Ehh, lemme see!" And before Fushimi could protest, his shirt was yanked up, exposing his torso. "Huah? What're these from?!" The bluenet's pale skin sported angry red welts that crisscrossed all over his chest and back.
"S-stop...it's none of your business" he muttered weakly as a wave of nausea came over him, causing him to stumble slightly.
"Oi! What happened to you?! Tell me!" The male demanded angrily, clenching his fists.
"I was careless, that's all." Came the dismissive reply as Fushimi shuffled slowly back towards the bedroom.
"Carel-Who was it Fushimi?! I'll kick their asses!" Yata insisted. It wasn't right, for someone to hurt the other male like that. He had such pretty skin; it shouldn't be marred with such disgusting marks. (Though Yata refused to acknowledge that he considered the bluenet's skin as pretty).
"The customer used-" The blue said in exasperation, before biting his tongue as he realized what he had just revealed. "...forget it."
"W-wait! 'Customer'?" Yata repeated, latching on immediately to the slip up. "So...so that WAS you that last time? At the..the l-love hotel?" He stuttered, embarrassed for some reason at mentioning such a place.
Fushimi tsked and a frown formed as he weighed his next words carefully. Finally he let out a resigned sigh. "Yes. But that is nothing for you to concern yourself with, stay out of my way. If you let this slip to anyone at school..." he let the threat hang in the air, unfinished, yet Yata knew what he meant all the same. He nodded vigorously, signaling that he understood.
"But-Ahh! I need to make your porridge! Then we have to talk okay?" And without waiting for an answer, the shorter male dashed into the kitchen to make the food properly. Fushimi groaned, but still complied and went to go lie back down to wait.
About half an hour had passed and the feverish male was about to doze off when Yata entered, holding a steaming bowl in one hand and a glass of water in the other. "S-sorry about the wait.." he said apologetically, flushing slightly. In response, the blue merely opened his mouth expectantly. "Ehh?! Y-you want me to f-feed you?!" Somehow this made him blush even more.
"I don't feel too good..." Fushimi groaned, laying it on thick. Truth was, he was perfectly capable of feeding himself but he just wanted to give the other male a hard time. It amused him.
Yata was beside himself, torn between helping the clearly incapacitated other male and fleeing the room before he did anything else embarrassing (it was enough that he had cooked for someone else, he didn't even cook for himself). "But...I already made it for you..." he whined, trying desperately to find a way out of it without feeling guilty.
"...What if I tell you what happened?"
That made up Yata's mind for him; he immediately started blowing vigorously at the food to cool it down and then practically shoved it in Fushimi's mouth. "Eat. Hurry hurryy!"
The dark blue eyes danced with mirth at how easy it was to manipulate the shorter teen. "Now, I have to weasel my way out of actually telling him though. But how..." As he thought he continued to eat the porridge, which was actually pretty good considering the disastrous previous attempts. Suddenly he had an idea, but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the spoon was shoved into his mouth again, almost choking him. Coughing, he glared at the red who merely shot him an impatient look back.
"Hurry! I want to know what happened!" The impatience and excitement practically radiated off of him.
The doorbell rang just then, and Fushimi's eyes widened. "Oh no...it couldn't be."
"Ehh, expecting someone? Stay put, I'll get it!" Yata volunteered, bouncing up and was out the room before the other could voice a word of protest. His voice could be heard in the other room, "Hi! You here for Fushimi?...oh, well umnm he can't come to the door right now...He's really sick. Yea, me? I'm a classmate!..Yea, I'll tell him, bye!" A moment later he appeared in front of the blue, his whole countenance radiating fury.
"Who was that?" Fushimi asked as nonchalantly as he could, already afraid. There was no way out of it now; Yata would stop at nothing to get the truth out of him.
"That! That was the man you were with that other time! When you said you didn't know me! Who is he?!" His voice rose to practically a shout.
Fushimi tsked in annoyance. "No need to shout. I only have a fever, I'm not deaf." His sarcastic remark earned him furious glare. "Alright alright." He amended, placating wave of his hands. "I ignored you, because I was working. I didn't want you to interfere—I was with a customer." Yata opened his mouth at the last word, but he just continued without pausing. "You know what kind of customer I'm talking about; put the pieces together: We were at a love hotel, in the Red Light District, and he had his arm around me." A snarky grin appeared as he described the last part.
"You...so that WAS you...both times? But I didn't think you could smile like that…" Confusion and blatant disbelief was written all over his face.
"Both times?"
"Yea..I, uhh..saw you that first night too...when I had invited you to the mixer and you said you were busy."
"Oh...and of course I can smile like that. I was with a customer after all; it's part of the job." He said, frowning in annoyance.
"Job...?" Yata asked uneasily, already pretty certain what the answer was going to be.
The bluenet let out a long sigh, "I work. As a host."
"But y-you, don't seem the type? At school you're always so cold!" Yata protested, unable to grasp how the teen in front of him was a host.
"I'm really good at pretending. Obviously I do a good job, otherwise house could I afford this apartment, my car, and everything else. I'm good at what I do, it doesn't matter how I am outside of school." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "Don't you dare mention any of this at school."
"S-sure!" Yata said, unnerved by the intensity of the dark blue eyes.
"Better yet, just don't even talk to me at school in general, it's annoying. Could you leave now? Thanks for the food." Fushimi said, coldly dismissing the other male as he lay back down and faced away from him.
Unwillingly the redhead complied; he didn't really have much of a choice actually. "What is his problem?! He's talkative one minute, and in the next he's pushing me away again." He was frustrated by his inability to grasp the blue's shifting persona. "What is there to hide?"
Meanwhile Fushimi was also reflecting on the event that had just transpired. He had been careless so now his dark secret had been made blatantly clear to the short redhead. "I need to hide it better. For just a little longer...I need to hide from him."
Laaaa, what do you guys think :o, leave a review on your thoughts please~ asjdlsk the next chapter will be better I promise, I'll make it good.
A/N: About the porridge scene- Yes you can cook them at the same time but what Yata was doing was putting the same amount of broth as you normally do if the rice is already cooked, so when it was "crunchy", it was because it still wasn't cooked all the way and the broth had been absorbed...IT MAKES SENSE IN MY HEAD. DID IT MAKE SENSE TO YOU ALL?! *disappointed sob* Sorryyyyy