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I hope you're all well and healthy,
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Now it's time to get to know Uruha's house
What will Aoi's welcome home dinner be like?
Find out what it was like back in Japan...
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Chapter 7 - Home
Finally, only Uruha was left in the van. The journey to her house will take another 15 or 20 minutes, as the residence is in the opposite direction to Aoi's apartment. It's in a residential neighborhood with very nice houses, a Japanese-style design as if it were an old village, but at the same time everything is new and modern inside.
His house has a living room with a sofa and cushions against a wall with a beautiful panel of a Bonsai tree, and a small table in front of the dining area. Then there's a small separate kitchen with a sliding checkered wooden partition connecting the kitchen with the backyard and a stone path to a garden. An artificial pond with a waterfall, some carp and a metal table and two chairs for breakfast or afternoon tea.
Returning to the house, we have the suite up the wooden stairs, the queen size bed has given way to a large mattress on the floor with a few pillows. A magnificent custom-made closet is built in like a closet, with spaces on the wall for your favorite guitar. The clothes are hung on hangers separated by color and there's a whole section just for shoes, all lined up next to each other.
The bathroom has a porcelain sink with a faucet that turns on when you put your hand under it, a rectangular mirror with a base for beauty products and a round wooden bathtub for an ophurô.
Finally, the van arrives at the last house to drop off its last passenger, Uruha looks very tired from the flight and this short van ride.
The staff take his luggage from the trunk, Uruha gets down with his belongings and stands in front of the gate.
- Kouyou-san, you should rest, I think you're going to get sick if you carry on like this. - The staff hand over your suitcase and ask for permission to place a hand on your forehead - I think the air conditioning on the plane has given you the flu. You look feverish - continues the staff.
- Thank you for your concern. When Yuu arrives, I'll ask him to go to the pharmacy, in case I need any medicine," replies Uruha.
- I'm here for you, so don't hesitate to call me if you require help! - Reinforces the staff.
- Thank you very much, I will if I need to. - Uruha thanks him a little hesitantly and embarrassed by the attention, lowers his head slightly in an imitation of reverence.
- Do you want me to help you take the luggage inside? It's already dark," asks the staff.
- No need, it's not much, so it's easy, you must be tired too - replies Uruha.
- I'm used to driving like this, taking the artists to and from their homes and dropping them off at the studios _ explains the staff, smiling.
Uruha waves goodbye to him until the van disappears down the street, and he's home at last. Even though it had only been a few days, he already missed his bed and his corner.
He opens the gate and goes in pulling his suitcase, fumbling with so many things in his hand and trying to open the door. The problem is that it's dark, even with the streetlight he can't see exactly. He reaches for his cell phone using the flashlight to illuminate the lock and open it. He thinks he should have accepted the staff's help. Why is he so clumsy with simple things?
In a clumsy way, he manages to get into his home and the tiredness is too much, the journey was too long. He still had a nightmare during the flight, but he said he would take a shower, as the brunette would be arriving with the food soon.
He drops his suitcase in a corner at the entrance. The things in his hand are left on the coffee table in the living room, he looks at the sofa and thinks about leaning back just a little to rest his legs and eyes quickly, then he'll take a shower.
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More than an hour after he got home, nothing has changed. Uruha is still lying on the sofa on his stomach. His head is resting on one of the cushions, which have been hugged with his left arm, while his right arm is fallen off the sofa and his hand is wiggling and scraping its fingers on the floor. The knees sometimes bend upwards, but then return to a horizontal position, and anyone looking at the scene can tell that he has fainted, as his breathing is very shallow.
There is a melodic sound at the beginning, which gets louder and louder, followed by loud knocks on the door and a voice calling him. Uruha wakes up from his sleep, but when he tries to move, he can't remember where he's lying and falls off the sofa, causing a crashing sound on the floor. Luckily for him, the sofa wasn't very high and there were also some cushions on the floor absorbing the impact, reducing the collateral damage from the fall.
At the door, a voice asked what was going on inside.
- Kouyou, what was that noise? Are you all right? - Aoi asks worriedly from outside.
- Yuu, is that you? There was nothing, I just fell off the sofa - replies Uruha, still disoriented.
- Yes, it's me, Yuu! Open the door, I've forgotten the key," replied Aoi amusedly. - What were you doing on the sofa?
- Actually, I don't know what I was doing on the sofa. - Uruha gets up and goes to the door to open it, to see the boy standing there with the bags of food.
- Shima-chan, explain to me that you didn't know what you were doing. - Aoi sees that the blond man standing in the doorway has crumpled clothes and looks sleepy, his hair is messy, and his eyes are squinting because he doesn't have his glasses on.
- Shiro-san, I came in and tried to go to the bathroom, but the sofa seemed more attractive, and I decided to stretch my legs a bit - explains Uruha embarrassed, as he finishes checking the time and realizes he's overslept.
- Always sleeping in corners, huh? Kou-kun, get in the shower, I'll heat up the food. - Aoi spoke a little angrily, but with amusement in his eyes.
- Do you think I might be sick? The staff said I looked like I had the flu and a bit of a fever. - Uruha rests his head on Aoi's chest to test his temperature.
- Do you think I'm a doctor now? - Aoi leaves the shopping on the kitchen counter after getting rid of the other man, hears the door close and goes back to his boyfriend, holding his face with both hands - Your face is hot, but it must be because you were sleeping badly and it's hot today. - She kisses him on the forehead and gestures with her arm towards the bathroom.
- All right, you know everything, I'll be right there. I feel really sweaty, I'll try not to take too long - says Uruha, heading towards the room where the bathroom is.
- It's good, it's almost nine at night, if you take too long in the shower, I'll start eating without you. - Aoi threatens, already used to Uruha's sluggishness.
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A long time has passed since Uruha went to the bath. Aoi took the utensils and bowls for the meal and arranged everything on the living room table. After taking out the things Uruha had left lying around, the Konbini had a lot of things missing, so he opted for the practical ramen instead. He also brought some pre-cooked vegetables to add to the soup and some fruit such as apples, pears, papaya and kiwi.
His fridge was empty, as he didn't even have any cold water, so he put the soft drinks and bubble tea in to freeze. How can Uruha live like that? I still wonder what I saw in him. It must be his slowness and clumsiness, as well as being a complete klutz, which annoyed me at first, but now amuse me.
"Did he really go for a shower? Or did he stay in bed on the way?"
Aoi calls out to Uruha that dinner is already served, but strangely gets no reply. Certain that he slept on the way to the bathroom, he gets up and heads for the bedroom.
Uruha is in the bathroom, finishing his bath. He had overused the hot water and the bathroom had turned into a smoky sauna. He found himself in front of the porcelain sink, bending down to pick up a bath towel and a smaller one from the cupboard.
He wrapped himself in the larger towel, resting one of his legs on the toilet, slowly drying that white leg with its bulky thighs, and then did the same with the other. Then he picks up his black boxer shorts that he had left on the sink and puts them on, letting them mold deliciously to those hard white buttocks, without squeezing his private parts.
He repeats the process, wiping his target body and arms, and with the smaller towel he begins to dry his hair, which is now blond. With his right hand, he tries to wipe away the steam that has formed on the mirror, making it blurry, but as he passes his hand, several droplets form and begin to run down the mirror, so with one end of the towel he dries these droplets and stands there for a while looking at himself.
Aoi arrives in the bathroom and, seeing him staring at himself in the mirror, breaks the moment by calling out to him.
- Kouyou-kun, didn't you hear me call you to eat? What's taking so long? - Aoi asks.
- Shiro-san comes closer. - Aoi was leaning on the doorframe, came closer and looked over his shoulder in the mirror.
- What's bothering you, my dear? - Aoi speaks in a softer, more romantic voice.
- Do you think the nightmare really happened? Us, there in the forest with those women? - Uruha is intrigued and very thoughtful.
- I think so, we have the proof and, strange as it is, we remember what happened that day. We were lured and used in a ritual in which people died and possibly we are to blame - replied Aoi, remembering the sensation and terror he felt when his body was possessed by that black cloud.
- Look Yuu, the greatest evidence that it really happened is this. - Uruha turns to the mirror and the other sees in full detail the tattoo of the same pentagram from the Dogma album, burned into the skin, which was scarred with the young woman's blood from the bonfire.
- I still don't understand, how can that wicked witch abuse this beautiful body and use a hot iron to mark it as her property? - Aoi asks, stroking the mark with a sly voice and then her boyfriend's chest.
- But it wasn't just my body that was abused, the other witch also abused my boy's body. - Uruha moves her hands to her boyfriend's shirt, trying to open the buttons to feel his chest as well.
- Shima, did you realize that only your witch is alive, and you're going to be a father? - Aoi begins to laugh in disbelief at the discovery.
- Shiro-san, don't laugh! I hadn't thought about it yet... I'll have a child stolen from me, it's no laughing matter, it's serious! - Uruha tries unsuccessfully to get Aoi to stop laughing by putting her hand over his mouth.
- So that's the fun of it. Even if she succeeded, we'll never know the truth because there's nothing, no trace, just this memory and your tattoo. - Aoi gradually stopped laughing and ran his hand through Uruha's blond hair, which seemed to be shaken.
The boy pulled him close, his face red with embarrassment. Without letting him think too much, he seals a kiss on his soft, plump lips, making him respond to the kiss, giving way to a very eager and thirsty tongue, leaving the other almost breathless.
- "Ouch! Kou, let's eat first, I'm really hungry, and it's going to get cold," said Aoi, trying to free herself from Uruha's hold on her waist, making their bodies stick together with the friction.
- Yuu, on second thought, I think I'd like to start with dessert, it's been a long time since I've enjoyed one as tasty and exotic as this one," whispers Uruha, running his hands down Aoi's shirt. He takes it off, leaving his neck exposed, and kisses and bites the length of his collarbone, making the other moan.
They kissed again and Uruha squeezed the soft skin around the waist of the brunette in front of him, who controlled the kiss with one hand, holding the blond's hair tightly and controlling his head. The flicking of their tongues against each other and the increasingly fiery touches were beginning to excite them both, but Aoi could really feel her stomach rumbling and churning with hunger.
- Kouyou, I'm really hungry," complained.
- "Okay," murmured the other, who broke away from his boyfriend, but then pulled him back in for a quieter kiss.
When they broke apart in kisses, it was inevitable that their gazes would wander, and they would look at each other with overflowing affection, their eyes sparkling and their small smiles as silly as their sweet thoughts.
- I love that smile of yours, you know? I think it was the turning point when I found myself in love. - The blond felt light-hearted as he declared himself to his boyfriend, gazing into his dark eyes and running his thumb over the smile that tugged at the other's full lips.
- Although your mouth is beautiful, my biggest tachycardia of the day is looking into your eyes. You have such expressive and beautiful eyes that they hold me captive," said the other, feeling a good tingle in his chest as he had the impression of seeing galaxies in the blond's eyes, so brightly they shone.
He had a unique beauty, a feat that no model could ever achieve. When Uruha smiled, his eyes smiled with him, they sparkled and even though there were dark circles under his eyes due to his hard work, it seemed that it was all worth it.
Uruha gave the impression that the thorny road he had traveled to get to where he was worth it, and he gave that impression just by looking at him. That look that shone at him at that moment.
- Oh my God! I love you so much," the blond exclaimed in amazement, telling the brunette how much he loved him often, but to feel that love in all its strength and ferocity was rare, and that's why that declaration was so special.
He was amazed at how much he could love someone, he felt he couldn't live without his love, his heart was beating for the man in front of him, there was no doubt about it.
And Yuu understood perfectly, he felt the same way.
- I love you, Kouyou," he said with such conviction that the blond man shivered.
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