Old McPimper had a whorehouse, eeyah, eeyah, yoh! And on that house he had some sluts, eeyah, eeyah, yoh! With an "Ah~" "Ah~" here, and an "Ah~" "Ah~" there! Here "Ah~" there "Ah~" everywhere "Ah~" "Ah~"! Old McPimper had a whorehouse, EEEEYAAAAH, EEEEYAAAAH, YOOOOOOOH!
So, yeah...sorry for the super-late update, guys! I came down with a motherfucking EAR INFECTION (gotta HATE them!) that lasted, like, almost a month? I had to put these oily, disgusting, ear drops in my ears, and I couldn't hear shit, and I was FUCKED UP on medication (Penicillin, really, but at least it wasn't Benadryl.! That shit makes you HIGH as FUCK, I swear...), so I didn't really have the time to write! Okay, yeah, I DID have the time, but I was afraid I'd write some nonsense, so I decided to wait.
YAOI=MAN-ON-MAN ACTION=SWEET AND JUICY SEX. IF THIS IS NOT SUITED TO YOUR LIKING, THEN YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND FUCK YOURSE—Err, I mean...ahem, you can go ahead and click the back button :D
I mean, like, really. If you don't like yaoi, could you please tell me why the fuck would you look up this couple on the Romance section?
WARNINGS: KaZe, AU, smut, a crazy Yuuki.
Chapter 5: New Lifestyles...
"Hey, aniki!" a loud voice called from one of the bedrooms, the sound of drawers opening and closing following soon after.
An exasperated sigh escaped Zero Kiryuu's parted lips, one hand rubbing his temples in an attempt to get rid of the stress, while the other tightly clutched the pencil he was holding. "What is it, Ichiru?" he called back, barely turning his head towards the bedroom's door.
"Have you seen my blue sweater?" More rummaging around could be heard. "I've looked everywhere for it, but I can't seem to find it!"
Zero's first reaction was to ask, "Which blue sweater?" Instead, he grit his teeth together in annoyance at his twin brother — God knew he loved him, but he could be so infuriating, sometimes. "Are you fucking serious, Ichiru?" Zero suddenly exclaimed, the yelling doing nothing to help stop the on-coming headache.
The younger silverette poked his head out in the doorway and looked at his brother with wide, violet, eyes. "What?" came the innocent reply.
"Ichiru," Zero growled, "I'm studying. You know I hate being interrupted when I'm studying, especially not for something as stupid as this."
Ichiru huffed angrily upon hearing his brother's words. He made his way towards Zero with his hands planted on his hips, exposing his naked chest and jeans-clad legs for the whole world to see. "It is not stupid!" He cocked his right hip to the side when he stopped in front of the older Kiryuu twin, who was sitting on his favorite couch in the living room. "Besides, you've been 'studying' for the whole month! Isn't it about time you take a break? And by 'break' I mean a long-ass, year-long, vacation."
Zero scowled at his twin's attitude. "What's up with the air-quotes on 'studying', anyway?" he grumbled, pulling his knees closer to his chest and refocusing his attention back to the thick book in his lap.
Only to have it snatched away from Ichiru, who then proceeded to fling it across the room without a single care in the world. "This is what I'm talking about! You can't call this 'studying', anymore, nii-san! This is called 'over-exerting yourself'!" Then his eyes softened, and he crouched down at eye-level with his brother. "I'm just worried about you, aniki. You barely have any time left for yourself. When you're not in school, you're studying in the library, and when you're not in the library, you're studying at home. The only time you're not immersed in books is when you're working at the café!"
Zero sighed once more, appreciating Ichiru's concern, but being slightly bothered by it. "I'm fine, Ichiru," he replied as he got up from the couch. He walked over to where the book lay on the floor, picked it up, and promptly frowned at the bent corners of the pages. "I have plenty of time for myself."
Ichiru rolled his eyes. "Five hours of sleep do not count as free time, Zero. Which reminds me," he said as he stood up and placed his hands on his hips once more, "you aren't getting enough sleep!" Zero rolled his eyes, shaking his head at his twin's randomness. "You should sleep at least seven hours, if not eight! It's not good for your health, you know? You're damaging your immune system like that, as well as your brain. And look at those ugly bags under your eyes! Fuck Beauty Sleep, you need to hibernate!"
Zero burst out laughing at the last comment, and Ichiru soon joined him, and they kept laughing until Zero's cheeks hurt from stretching so much and Ichiru had tears in his eyes.
The younger male's phone vibrated with a text message, interrupting the moment. He reached out in his back pocket to retrieve the device, and his eyes widened when he read the message, a colorful curse leaving his lips. "Fuck, I'm late!"
Zero raised an amused eyebrow as he watched his brother run back to his bedroom. "What's wrong?"
"I'm gonna be late for my date, that's what's wrong! And where the fuck is my sweater?!"
"Ichiru, you have thousands of clothes to choose form, and at least a hundred blue sweaters. Just pick one!"
The sound of the wardrobe's doors slamming shut echoed in the empty apartment. "I'm looking for the blue sweater, Zero! The one Kain gave me!"
Zero rolled his eyes. "Ooooh!" he exclaimed in faux understanding, "the blue sweater! Oh mah Gawd, how could I have forgotten about that?"
Ichiru stuck his hand out the door and flipped the birdie at his brother. "Today is a special day, so I want to wear the shirt he bought me!"
The older silverette flopped back down on the couch, books forgotten (for the moment). "Do you really think he's gonna notice?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Of course he will! He's very observant and—found it!" he suddenly exclaimed, giggling excitedly.
The doorbell rang not a second later, startling Zero. "Just in time, too," he said. "Mr. Casanova is here."
Ichiru trotted out of his bedroom, smoothing down the sweater he'd been so vehemently looking for. It was a pale, silvery-blue, sweater he'd received from his boyfriend for Christmas, and he'd worn it on many occasions. To Zero, though, it looked exactly like all the others sweaters the younger twin possessed. It really didn't help that blue was basically the only color Ichiru wore. Possibly because Kain had said many times blue looked good on him?
The older Kiryuu twin watched with a smirk as his brother went to open the door with a giddy smile on his face.
The second the door was opened, a pair of long and strong arms wrapped around Ichiru's waist, pulling him up and against a strong chest. The silverette's arms raised to wrap around broad shoulders, body arching up on his tip toes in order to reach the soft lips of none other than Kain Akatsuki — yes, the Kain Akatsuki, Kaname Kuran's friend from high school — his boyfriend.
"Hey," Zero growled, glaring daggers at the two love-birds deep-throating each other's tongues. "You can stop mouth-fucking any time now." Ichiru flipped him off over Kain's shoulder, pressing even closer to his boyfriend, but the latter seemed to have much more common sense than the silverette, and he slowly — very fucking slowly — pulled away. Zero wanted to gag when he saw the glistening sliver of saliva connecting their bottom lips, but decided against it. "Thank you," he groaned, voice laced with heavy sarcasm, shaking his head and rolling his amethyst eyes when his brother childishly stuck his tongue out at him.
Akatsuki had the decency of looking embarrassed as he cleared his throat, a soft, pink, hue dusting his cheeks. "I apologize, Kiryuu-san," he said sheepishly, voice deep and husky.
Zero chuckled, sending him an amused glance. "It's fine, don't worry. I'm more than used to my brother's antics by this point in life." A glare from Ichiru made his smirk broaden. "And you may call me Zero, you know. You are my brother's boyfriend, after all, so we should be well past the honorifics, as well, ne?" He winked at his twin brother, who in turn beamed fondly at him.
The orange-haired man nodded once more. "Okay, then...Zero."
Turning to his boyfriend, the younger Kiryuu gently tugged at the sleeve of Kain's navy blue shirt. "Should we get going?" he asked, a soft smile gracing his young features.
Kain nodded, returning the affectionate gesture, and grabbed his hand. He turned back to Zero and nodded politely at him. "I will take care of Ichiru, Kir—err...Zero," he corrected himself, blushing once again.
Zero snickered. "I'm sure you will," he replied truthfully. Despite his past hardship with Kain, he now trusted the man, and he was more than sure that he would protect Ichiru with his own life in case of danger. His violet eyes turned to look at his brother. "And you better behave yourself, Ichiru."
Said silverette rolled his eyes and tugged at Kain's arm, walking them to the door. "Bye, brother! And remember: absolutely no books for the rest of the night and tomorrow!"
"Yes, yes...go now."
"Good night, Zero," came Akatsuki's final goodbye as he was dragged outside the apartment.
"'Night, aniki! I love you!"
Just before the door closed shut, Zero shouted, "Don't forget to use protection!"
Which earned him a loud, "Fuck you!" from Ichiru.
Zero laughed, the sound free of any negative emotions.
Yes, life was good for the two Kiryuu twins. Maybe it wasn't what Zero had expected back in his high school years, but it was good.
He didn't know exactly when things had changed for the two brothers. Perhaps when their parents died, killed in a traffic accident? Maybe the day Ichiru came out of the closet? Or perhaps when Zero decided to make a last-minute choice and switched his major to Culinary Arts? He didn't know.
And, truthfully...he didn't care. Because Zero Kiryuu was happy, and so was Ichiru.
After their parents' death — the funeral had taken place on a cliché, rainy, day, in which Ichiru had cried his heart out while clinging to Zero, who had silently shed tears of anger (towards the drunk driver) and sorrow as he'd stared at the framed pictures of his parents on top of the beautifully decorated coffins — the twins decided to put the money they left behind into a shared bank account. They sold their old house and used that money to buy the apartment they currently lived in — situated on the last floor of one of the tallest buildings in the heart of Tokyo, with three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a dining room, a large kitchen separated from the living room by a half wall, a study, and a small recreation room — while what was left joined the rest of the money in their bank account.
Both twins were Sophomores at the same college — the famous and prestigious Tokyo Daigaku* — but both majoring in different faculties; Ichiru chose the Medicine department, while Zero had changed his mind towards the end of the first year, deciding that Economics wasn't really fit for him, and decided to pursue the culinary track.
Zero worked part-time as a waiter at Rouge, a French café-restaurant nearby the school, in order to gain some experience in the food department, while Ichiru worked part-time in the school's library, which is where he met Kain for the first time — the latter was in the Engineering Faculty.
The older silverette remembered clearly the day his brother had proclaimed he was gay. Zero hadn't really been surprised. He'd already picked up a few hints along the years and had figured out Ichiru wasn't only interested in women. What had shocked him was to find out his brother's partner was Kain Akatsuki. Apparently, the two males had had a..."steamy", to say the least, adventure in the school's bathrooms — they'd spent two hours in there, God knew doing what — and had started dating ever since. Zero had always wondered what that "steamy encounter" had been about, but he'd never asked — like fuck was he going to ask his brother about his sex life. After getting over his initial shock, however, Zero had actually taken the time to get to know Akatsuki better and he found out that the orange-haired man really wasn't the same person that used to bully him back at Cross Academy. He was a trust-worthy man, extremely fond and protective of Ichiru, and easy to hang out with. He trusted his brother would be in good hands with him.
While things seemed to go more than well for Ichiru Kiryuu, life was a little bit more complicated for Zero...
His passion for cooking had developed one windy, winter, day, when his younger twin had gotten sick and Zero had taken it upon himself to take care of him. He fell in love with cooking the moment he saw his brother's gleeful expression upon eating his food. The kitchen was his sanctuary, and he made sure to properly keep the place nice and clean.
In terms of school and family, Zero Kiryuu was at the top of all his classes and a wonderful older brother.
In terms of love affairs, however...
Zero sighed a heavy breath, getting up from the couch and deciding to take a relaxing bath.
The silverette had no idea where he stood in that court. Ever since...that happened — he would not even think of him — Zero has had difficulties getting along with people. When a girl expressed a romantic interest towards him, he'd shy away, and he'd become a blubbering, stuttering, mess around hot men trying a move on him.
Which was weird. Zero Kiryuu did not stutter around hot men, and he most definitely did not blush when they'd wink at him.
And he so did not think of any man as hot.
His break up with Shizuka Hio had left him...heartbroken, for lack of better words. He had been the one to end their relationship, but she obviously hadn't made it any easier when she'd cried. She'd asked him why, what had been missing in their relationship, and he hadn't answered. He couldn't.
How could he tell his girlfriend, after all, that he'd been engaged in a hot and steamy lip-lock with another man — his nemesis, at that — against the school's wall? How could he tell his girlfriend that that same man had tormented his dreams every single night after that? How could he tell his girlfriend that he'd felt no desire in having any sort of intimate contact with her after that?
He couldn't tell her. So he hadn't.
She'd cried, he'd tightened his fists and simply accepted every insult thrown at him, and then he'd watched her run away with grief-filled, watery, eyes.
But he hadn't cried. He'd never cry. Not for Nadeshiko Shindo, not for Shizuka Hio, not for Kaname Kuran.
Never for Kaname Kuran.
Zero growled deep in his throat when the brunette's face flashed in his mind. Closing his eyes, he ducked his head underneath the hot water of the bathtub and cleared his mind of everything.
Homewrecker.
He loathed the man with a burning passion. He'd ruined his life in more ways than one, he'd lowered his self-esteem, he'd destroyed all the barriers Zero had spent years building around himself.
On a brighter note, Zero Kiryuu hadn't seen Kaname Kuran, not once, ever since that day. Zero had made sure to avoid the wine-eyed man every day after that incident, and it had become even easier to do so when Yuuki had delivered him the news that her dear onii-sama had graduated early — the Bastard... — and with honors.
Tch. Fucking genius...
And now, in all the three years after he graduated from Cross Academy, twenty-one-year-old Zero Kiryuu still hasn't seen one, single, glimpse of that mop of wavy, brown, hair and mahogany eyes plastered on that beautiful, regal, fucking flawless, face...
Sometimes, during the rare — extremely rare — days when he felt vulnerable and emotional, Zero wondered what Kaname was up to. He sometimes wondered where the Kuran Bastard was, if he was in college, or if he had graduated early from that, too, and if he was working. Did he still live with Yuuki and Headmaster Cross?
...and then he'd immediately drown in self-loathing and hatred towards the brunette for ever thinking of him.
Who the fuck cared? The Bastard could die, for all he cared. Possibly in a fire, and maybe he'd end up in the Ninth Circle of Hell, where Zero knew — thank the fucking Lord he'd read Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy — Satan would wait for him to chew on his head with one of his three mouths.
Yeah...yeah, that would make me happy, Zero though with a sadistic smile once he emerged from the water.
And then he frowned, upper lip curling over perfectly white teeth in a snarl.
Why, exactly, was he still thinking of him, again?
*Tokyo Daigaku: The University of Tokyo doesn't specialize in Culinary Arts, but let's pretend it does for this story, yeah?
*pats on shoulder* You know what to do now, my love~ *nods*