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Bold is for English.
Chapter Fourteen: Those in Need.
"Your son's condition is stable for now – no fever or cough or any other signs. But, to be on the safe side, we will keep him here for a couple more days, to see how it goes." Strauser checked his notes as he talked to Ryoma, "And I will prescribe you some vitamin pills, Mr. Echizen. And for your own good, I recommend you take some time off from work. If possible."
The doctor looked at Ryoma, his eyes showing some sort of compassion, pity even, "You can stay here with your son if you wish to." He finally said and closed his notes. "That's all, so if you would excuse me…"
Strauser turned to leave, ruffling Shuya's hair on his way out and closed the door quietly behind himself. He was a good doctor, Ryoma knew it well, he had been in charge of both the parent and the son ever since Ryoma had come to him and explained what was going on and why he had come. The old man never showed disgust or tried to make Ryoma's condition public, on the contrary – he tried to help as much as he could. Ryoma wasn't the first to come to this man with kind of 'problem'.
So the model was truly grateful for all that Strauser had done and still did for him and his boy.
"So what will you do now? Go back to Japan?" Ryoga asked, leaning against the wall.
Ryoma didn't say anything for a while, choosing to fuss over his son, but then turned to look at his brother and sighed, "Do you honestly believe that I would go back? Of course not."
"I thought so." Ryoga laughed a little. He sighed a little to himself and then walked over to where Ryoma was, sitting next to him on the hospital bed. "So, what will you be doing now? Go back to Aurora and pretend that Atobe was never here or try to talk to him again?"
Ryoma rolled his eyes, "Do you honestly believe that I would just go and talk it out with him? Are you an idiot? I'll go and do what I usually did in Aurora and that's it. Nothing changes."
The elder Echizen shook his head a little and then fell backwards into the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He wanted to say a lot of things to his little brother, but it would probably do no good. Once Ryoma made up his mind, nothing could stop him, not ever the worry of an elder brother.
Kiriko walked around aimlessly the busy streets of New York. He had the general idea of Ryoma's current whereabouts but he decided that right now wasn't the best time to go and visit. Ryoma's child needed his dad; Kiriko would meet him after things had cooled down. Or so he hoped.
He actually enjoyed the bustle of the crowd around him. It calmed him down, allowed him to clear his mind from all thoughts and just float through the busy streets. He sometimes just allowed the crowd to carry him away, take him to places that he has never been to and show him things that he has never seen before. It was Kiriko's way of relaxing, forgetting about everything and casting away, just for a moment, the mask forced on him by the society and his work.
Right now, he was free.
The Japanese model slipped out from the constantly moving crowd and sat down on one of the free chairs in the outdoor part of the small café. He ordered a cup of black coffee, no sugar and no milk, and a toast to go with it. It wasn't much, but he had just ate breakfast so it will do for now. He sat back and waited for his orders to come as he watched the American people rush by, hurrying to their destination.
Kirito felt something for Ryoma – that much he understood himself. But he couldn't tell what that something was. Were these emotions even real? They could just be fake, fleeting images, created simply because he thought that he had finally found someone like him – wounded and hurt and alone. He had suffered as a child and Ryoma suffered too, as a grown man. But those were scars that would be with them for the rest of their lives, nightmares that would never go away and pain and memories that will follow them wherever they go.
But was it really something serious or was it something that could easily fade away?
Kiriko sighed; these thoughts only brought forth a headache and confusion. Once he sees the model he will probably understand what he wants and feels. Or maybe he won't. One may never know what will happen; it was the poor fate of a human being - constant obscurity.
His coffee and toast came, warm and fresh. The waitress eyed him and smiled that flirty smile, definitely not something that she was supposed to do for her customers, and walked away, looking back over her shoulder. Kiriko shook his head a little and sighed – again with the flirting. Just because he was a little over the average man in the looks department…
Just as Kiriko started to mull over the idea of finding another café his phone started to buzz. It wasn't Jun - the ringtone for him was the most annoying melody that Kiriko was able to find. No, this one was the usual slow and slightly sleep-inducing melody that he really liked.
The model sighed and pulled out the phone, expecting it to be a call from his boss or Anzu, informing him about his new status as an unemployed person, but, strangely enough, it wasn't either of them. In fact, the one that was calling was the man that had just been on his mind. But why?
Kiriko answered the call, not sure what to expect.
"Takahiro-san? I'm calling to say that I will redraw from the 'Seduction' project. I won't give you reasons since you would have dismissed me from the project anyway." Ryoma's voice was emotionless and he didn't bother to introduce himself.
"Echizen-san, I think you got the wrong number. This is Kiriko." The black-haired man interjected and sipped his coffee. "I can't say I am not happy about this call, albeit not meant for me, obviously."
There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Crap. Kiriko, sorry about this. I wasn't looking when I called a number form my work list. Sorry." Now Ryoma's voice had more emotions coloring it, making it sound like it truly did belong to a human being. "Didn't I tell you to call me Ryoma?"
"It's ok, no trouble at all and yes; yes you did tell me that."Kiriko placed his coffee back on the table and sighed; it was already too cold for sitting at the outdoor place of the café, "How is your son doing? I heard that you had to rush back to see him."
That was a bit of a lie, but Ryoma didn't need to know that. After all, not all things should be said, for the sake of the other party.
"He's ok now. Nothing to worry about." There was a small pause again and then Ryoma cleared his throat lightly, "I would ask you to come and visit us if you'd like, but you probably can't, so I won't."
"Actually… I probably can." Kiriko broke off a piece of his toast, but then re-thought and placed it back on the plate. He took the coffee instead.
"Eh? Aren't you in Japan now?" Ryoma sounded half surprised and half amused. He even seemed to be laughing a little, but Kiriko might have heard it wrong too. "Or you've learned how to teleport suddenly?"
Kiriko managed to make a small laugh of his own, "No, I can't teleport yet. But I can fly using planes. Though, now that I think about it, anyone can." He sipped his hot drink and then added, "I'm in New York right now, decided to visit some friends."
That wasn't entirely false, since he did have friends in New York. But they didn't know that he was here, nor were they expecting him for a visit. But Ryoma didn't have to know that. He might seem stalker-ish and that would be kind of bad. Probably.
"Wait, you're here, in New York?" the American model's voice had now taken a confused tone, "Uh, ok… Well, we can meet up later then, after I get back to the hospital. Um, I'll call you later then, I guess." He still sounded confused, but not as much as before.
"Yeah, I'll wait for your call then. If you won't forget that is." The Japanese laughed a little and took the broken-off piece of toast.
"Ha, ha, very funny. See you then." The line was cut-off and only the soft beep was left for Kiriko to listen to.
The model sighed, shut and pocketed his phone and then ate the toast piece. He had a date plan with Ryoma, excellent. Even if it was just meeting Ryoma's son and simply chatting with the man, for Kiriko it was enough. He will be able to see Ryoma, it was enough for now.
He drank his coffee, ate his toast and watched the people walk by, rushing to work or a meeting and simply aimlessly wandering around it the chilly fall air. Men, women, children and teens, a mix of people of every age passed by the model. All these unfamiliar people he saw for the first and the last time and yet here he was, the one man that Kiriko wasn't expecting to meet in New York.
Atobe Keigo.
His boss was obviously in too much of a hurry to notice his own subordinate, in Kiriko's opinion. But the mystery of life and fate and karma and all that crap proved him wrong in that one single moment when Keigo's dark blue eyes landed on him and the man stopped. Grey eyes narrowed ever so lightly and the Japanese model forced a fake smile on his lips, silently hoping that his employer would simply go away.
"Kiriko, what in the world are you doing here?" Keigo spoke slowly and looked down on the other (once he was close enough to do so). He didn't look too pleased about this, rather, he had the look of someone who about this close to blowing up.
Kiriko shrugged, "This and that, just this and that."
Kevin took off the clothes that had been used for today's shoot and threw them on his chair. The dressing room he was in was rather cramped, with all kinds of clothes, accessories, make up and God-knows-what-else. Sometimes Kevin wondered why he even got into this job.
The blonde sighed and got his own clothes to put on, after he will clean his face off of all the crap that was put on it. He really, really hated when shoots required for him to wear make-up. But what could he do, apart from keeping his mouth shut and posing for yet another pretty photo? Well, at least he got some good money out of this, just like the man, who had once showed him this business, had told.
And then Kevin got Ryoma into this. Well, he wasn't suffering alone, at least. But Ryoma was far better at making fake smiles and awkward poses for the sake of the camera. Speaking of Ryoma, Kevin wondered what was going on in America now. He had heard from his friend just yesterday, but still… He was worried.
"Stupid photographer - didn't know a shit." Kevin mumbled under his nose as he decided to forget about his friend for now.
A low chuckle suddenly came from behind him and soon after a voice said: "He's new, what do you want. It was the first time that he had seen someone with a presence as intense as yours." An accent could be heard lacing the language, but not as big as to warp the words into unrecognizable sounds.
"My presence shouldn't interact with his work." The American replied, not looking back at the other. He already knew who the guy was, obviously. "Besides, you should really stop being so obvious; I can feel you staring." He smirked and got the make-up removal from the small bag on the table.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just a habit." The other replied, "I like well-kept bodies." He added a second later, as if explaining his actions from earlier.
Kevin rolled his eyes and finished with removing the last bits of make-up from his face. "Oh really? And you weren't just checking me out Jun?" he turned around and smirked at the green-eyed model standing in the doorway.
Jun shrugged and averted his eyes a little, "Like I said, I have a thing for well toned bodies. Both a man's and a woman's. Doesn't really matter don't you think?" he licked his lips and then looked back at Kevin, his green eyes now having a dangerous shine to them.
"I wonder." Kevin shook his head a little and then turned around to get his shirt.
Jun walked closer to the blonde and stopped right behind him. Kevin knew what the other wanted, partly because he wanted it too. But nothing came this easy to people and even if his wants were the same as Jun's, there was no way he would give it to him just like that.
"You know," Jun started, poking Kevin's back lightly, just in the middle, where the spine was, "I felt you watching me too. More than once." he only widened his smirk and raised his head a little when Kevin turned to face him again.
The American secretly enjoyed the glint of need in those dark green eyes, "Oh really, and what will you do about it?" It was a challenge. And he was well aware of the consequences to come.
Without saying a work Jun grabbed Kevin's chin and lifted the blonde's head up a little, the American was shorter that him and that was just perfect, and leaned down. He licked his colleague's lips and then bit the lower one, asking for an entrance. Kevin did just what the other wanted and opened his mouth a little, just as much as Jun needed.
Tongues stroked and saliva mixed, bodies pushed against each other and low moans escaped from somewhere deep inside their throats. Animalistic desire woke up inside of them, Jun's arms sneaked down and stopped once they had reached Kevin's ass and squeezed. A light moan, slightly deeper than the rest, escaped from the blonde model and he bit Jun's bottom lip.
"Now, now, not so feisty." Jun teased once they had broken apart. "Although, I don't mind it."
Kevin snorted, "At least let's get somewhere more private, idiot."
A/N: Guys, guys! I am in university, learning Japanese! Andandand… I have a joint account with my hubby, it is called TheSoulsOfSilence. And I'm so tired and… I had a birthday last week. Yay?
Well… I'm kind of really tired and I won't update as much as before (but I never updated much tho), so… Yeah.