Story Title: Mars
Chapter Title: Mother and Child
Pairing: Kouji/Takuya
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word Count: 5,781 (that's pretty short for me)
Disclaimer: Digimon doesn't belong to me. If it did, we wouldn't need fanfictions to see Takouji goodness.
Warning: This story is a YAOI. That means that there are male/male relationships. If you don't like that sorta thing, then don't read it. If i receive any flames, I'll post them and whoever sent them along with your name so everybody can laugh at their stupidity.
Summary: Kouji is one of the most popular kids in school with his carefree attitude and hot looks. Takuya is the quiet student that nobody knows. They're completely opposite, but maybe that's what makes them so perfect for each other. Now, if only they would realize that...
Character Ages: Kouji Minamoto: 17 / Takuya Kanbara: 16(almost 17) / Izumi Orimoto: 16 / Junpei Shibuyama: 18 / Taichi Yagami: 25 / Yamato Ishida: 26 / I'll give ages of new characters as they come, though you can just guess.
I FINALLY DID IT! I started working on my Takouji fanfic! I know that there were a certain someones waiting for me to put one out and I hope you like it. I'm sorry it took so long, but i was lacking on inspiration and when it finally hit, i just couldn't stop and before i knew it i had two chapters written out on paper. i know i wont stop now since i posted it and im kinda curious myself about how ill work the story.
the story is based off of the manga Mars and if you've read the manga don't tell those who haven't what goes on. i'm hoping some people won't know how things go.
Chapter 1: Mother and Child
He sat on the bench, watching the world pass on around him. Brown eyes took in everything silently. Every few minutes, his face would lower and he would add a few marks in the sketchbook settled in his lap. He had been here for hours and he was still low on inspiration.
He lifted his hand to brush back strands of his auburn hair out of his face. He was really starting to wish his hair would grow back out already so he could put it up again. His mom had made him cut it the last time it had grown out past his neck and he was tempted to let it grow out longer this time just to make her mad. Anyway, he really didn't look good with shorter hair, a fact his mother refused to accept easily. Since she hadn't made him get another haircut lately, he decided she finally got the hint.
Looking down to the picture rested in his lap, Takuya sighed in disappointment at the lack of real feeling the picture held. Sure, it was good, but to him it didn't reach out and speak to him like most of his work did. He had been so out of it lately, no matter what he was doing. It had been a good three weeks since he had been able to produce a good picture. Of course his art teacher said they were as good as ever, but they were just empty to him.
Takuya sighed and slouched into the bench so he could support his head against the back. He looked up to the sky…to meet a pair of blue-grey eyes. The brunette let out a surprised yell and jumped up from the bench. He turned around to face the other boy standing behind him to see a small smile trying to stay off the boy's face.
Takuya couldn't help but silently observe the other's features as he tried to convince his heart rate to slow down. Long black hair fell down his back, currently secured by a ponytail at the bottom of his head and blue-grey eyes danced with amusement at the reaction he had received from Takuya. He hadn't seen someone jump like that in a long time.
"I'm sorry for sneaking up on you like that, but I'm totally lost," the black-haired boy explained. "I'm looking for the University's Medical Center, but I just can't seem to find it. Think you could help me out?"
Takuya let his eyes meet the other's for an instant, then he glanced down to his sketchbook clutched in his hand. He opened it to a random blank page and quickly drew a map of the area, indicating where the park was in relation to the Medical Center, and then handed the paper off to the other boy. He quickly grabbed his backpack leaning against the bench and took off toward his house without a word.
It seemed that the other boy hadn't recognized him, which Takuya took as a small miracle. That meant he wouldn't have realized that they went to the same school and he wouldn't have to deal with him.
Takuya made his way home, trying to figure out why his small run-in with Kouji Minamoto had upset him so much. Sure, he didn't like the older boy at all, but he didn't like most people, giving him a tendency to simply ignore everybody. But something about Kouji made him uncomfortable in a different way than with others in his school.
Part of it was because Kouji had a reputation for going past boundaries and simply doing what he wanted. He used to smoke behind the teacher's back, even though he didn't anymore since he quit, and he had slept around with a lot of the upperclass students. Takuya, not one to be outgoing in the least, couldn't help but be annoyed by the behavior. The fact that something about Kouji made it impossible to ignore him didn't help matters much.
Takuya opened the door to the apartment complex that was his home and removed his shoes. "Takuya, is that you?" he heard his mother call.
"Yeah Mom, I'm home," Takuya answered just loud enough for his mom to hear.
"I didn't expect you home for a while. You usually aren't home this early when you go to the park," his mother appeared from the kitchen and watched him carefully as he removed his outer shirt and hung it up with his jackets. There was a dark look in her son's eyes, which concerned her. Takuya usually didn't come home if he was upset. "What's wrong, Takuya?" she asked cautiously.
"I just ran into a guy from school that I don't really like; nothing serious," Takuya answered quietly. He should have stayed out longer. His mom was always too protective of him.
"Did he do anything?"
"No, I just don't like him." Takuya quickly escaped into his bedroom and closed the door. The smell of oil paint and canvass helped calm him down a little as it always did. He moved over to his bed and fell onto it, lying on his stomach to block out the world around him. "Why do I hate him so much again?" he asked himself after a few minutes of trying to get Kouji out of his head.
He honestly didn't know.
"Yo, Taichi," Kouji called as he flipped his ponytail of black hair back over his shoulder as he walked up to the bed his friend occupied.
"Hey Kouji, I didn't know you were coming today," the other man answered. He had a bush of brown hair surrounding his tan face, and dark brown eyes that shone in delight as seeing his younger friend. Taichi Yagami had been a friend of Kouji's since the teen had started racing motorcycles and he usually acted about fifteen years younger than the age of 25 he was. His current location of being practically helpless in a hospital bed didn't help.
"You should have known I wouldn't go without visiting you after a crash like that," Kouji sat down next to the bed "How you doing?"
"I'm doing just fine besides the fact that I can't barely move. They got me on some strong pain killers that make you feel like you've gone through a few cases of beer."
"And you would know how that feels, how?" Kouji teased. Taichi may act tough sometimes, but he wasn't one to do stuff that was too crazy, like get drunk or high on a regular basis.
"Oh, shut up, Shrimp. Just because you go out drinking for no reason doesn't mean everybody does. Anyway, if I got in an accident because I had a hangover, Yama would kill me."
"You're lucky I didn't kill you for the crash that put you in here. That was a stupid mistake and you're a better racer than that," a deep voice came from the doorway and Kouji looked over to see a tall blonde standing against the doorframe. Yamato Ishida was another close friend, fellow racer, as well as Taichi's husband and racing partner. Sometimes Kouji wondered how they managed to be happily married when they spent most of the time arguing. More like Yamato pointing out Taichi's mistakes and Taichi trying to convince himself that they weren't true by yelling back, Kouji thought with a grin.
"So, what actually happened?" Kouji got back to the topic on hand.
"I lost control on a turn and next thing I knew I was stuck in bed," Taichi said with a whine.
"Well, there are worse places you could be," Yamato chided, but Kouji caught the subdued tone. "You were going too fast for that turn and you know it."
"That turn was my last chance to get a lead on the other racer so I took it. I took the corner too wide though and my balance got too messed up."
"I heard that you won't be able to race anymore because of your injury," Kouji said, his voice now taking a subdued tone to match Yamato's previous one.
"Yeah, ligament in my knee was torn up so much that I won't get full strength back in it for at least a few years. Racing bikes will be too heavy for me to properly manage. Because of this, I want to give you my old bike." Taichi grabbed a set of keys that were on the table next to him and tossed them to Kouji.
"These are the keys to your custom bike," Kouji observed. That bike was Taichi's pride and joy, having rebuilt everything on it to be customized to his body. He had only allowed Kouji to ride it a few times, which had been unbelievable. Kouji's body build was so much like the other man's he could actually handle it well and he had joked often that it would one day be his. "You told me this bike would be mine only in your death."
Taichi shrugged. "My racing days are dead, and I know you'll take care of it. If you don't my racer counterpart has already sworn to come back from the dead and gobble you up." Kouji couldn't help but laugh at the visual image he was graced with at the declaration.
"It took you a while to get here. Did you have problems finding the place?" Yamato cut in.
"Yeah, I got lost, but I got someone to draw me a map." He searched his pockets for the paper that had led him to his destination and handed it to Yamato, who took it. Kouji's mind wandered back the brunette who had given him the map, holding back a smile as he recalled the other teenager's features. It was nice to get such a rise out of someone and he found himself wanting to run into him again.
"You should be more considerate of another person's hard work, Kouji," Yamato's voice cut into his thoughts and the crumpled piece of paper was held in front of his face, now flattened out. The picture that he saw was not a map, but one of a woman holding a child to her chest with her hair surrounding them like a blanket. Kouji was instantly captivated by the image and couldn't take his eyes off of it. That is, until Yamato removed it from his line of vision.
Yamato dug around the bag that was settled at the end of Taichi's bed and pulled something out. When he turned to face Kouji again, he held out the picture again, now secured within a clear folder. "There, now it won't get all messed up, even in your hands," he joked as he returned the picture to Kouji's hands.
"Thanks Yama, I don't really have any artistic skills so I guess I just find it amazing to see something like this done by someone my age. I really wouldn't mind seeing him again," Kouji knew he would regret letting that slip.
"Ooh, Kouji's got a crush," Taichi teased with a coy expression.
"You should talk, Yagami. Your still firmly attached to the guy you had a crush on," Kouji retorted.
"Watch out, you'll curse yourself saying stuff like that and end up marrying your crush. Anyway, have you ever tried getting rid of Yama? It's virtually impossible, especially with my attractive demeanor and charm." Kouji rolled his eyes and looked down at the picture again. The look in those brown eyes had been so lonely. It reminded Kouji of himself in a way.
The sound of a motorcycle driving up to the school was a dead giveaway that Kouji Minamoto had arrived. Teachers feared the sound and students jumped to the windows at it. But for Takuya, it made him more nervous than he had been in a long time. It had been a week since he ran into Kouji at the park and hadn't been able to get the anxiety of seeing him again out of his system. He hoped that Kouji's usual lack of memory when it came to people he didn't know was still in full effect and things would go back to the normal system of Kouji ignoring him and him going through school in relative peace.
Kouji entered the room a few minutes later, capturing the attention of everybody in the class without even trying. He was adorned in a simple ensemble of blue jeans, a white shirt and a blue light jacket. His long hair wasn't tied, but a blue bandana held it down and out of his face easily enough.
"Kouji!" the voice of Izumi Orimoto rang through the room as the girl latched herself onto Kouji's arm. "Can you believe our luck? We're in the same class again. It must be the threads of destiny tying us together, making us inseparable for eternity."
Kouji simply looked down at the blonde girl, who was now nuzzling his arm lovingly, and said, "Let go now, please." Izumi ignored him and continued to adore his arm. Being used to this clingy behavior from the girl, Kouji just ignored her and looked around the room for his best friend, Junpei. He spotted him sitting in one of the desks almost in the exact center of the room. Junpei looked up and waved him over. Izumi finally let go as Kouji made his way over to his friend.
Junpei Shiuyama had been Kouji's friend for a few years now. Junpei, or JP to friends, was actually one of the oldest students in that grade level because he had started school a year late as a result of being out of Japan when he should have started. Appearance-wise, he had brown hair that spiked up around his head and gentle brown eyes. He used to be pretty heavy-set, but two years ago he had worked hard to get the weight off and was now well built and could probably kick some serious ass if he felt like it. As it was, he was a major softie who Kouji had never known to actually use his strength to hurt others.
"Hey there JP, where do I sit?" Kouji asked when he reached his friend.
"Right in front of me," Junpei answered and kicked the chair of the desk in front of him. "I think the teachers realized that you need me around to keep you awake." Kouji smiled and admitted Junpei probably had a sound point.
Takuya's heart rate jumped slightly. You would sit right next to me, he thought darkly. This situation really wasn't looking to be going in his favor. At least he hasn't even noticed me. That's a good thing.
Kouji glanced around him and his eyes fell onto the teenager next to him and his breath caught. It was the boy from the park! How lucky could he be to go to the same school? Even more, how could he have not noticed him before? The boy's brown eyes were lowered and glued to his desk. The brunette's hair was pulled back into a ponytail settled low on his head so only his bangs were hanging down around his tan skin.
"Hey there, Slim. You were the one at the park," he said trying to get the other's attention subtly. "I didn't know that you went to this school." He was so concentrated on the boy next to him, he hadn't realized that the teacher had ordered for there to be silence for attendance.
I celebrated too soon. Great, now he'll never leave me alone, Takuya mentally sighed in annoyance. Just don't talk and he'll eventually give up. That's what everybody does when dealing with me.
"Kanbara?" the teacher called.
Don't say one single word.
"Takuya Kanbara?"
"Oh, I'm here," Takuya responded but inwardly sighed. Well, so much for the idea of not saying a single word. I just had to go overboard and say three. Somewhere in his brain he realized he was blowing this way out of proportion, but it was a very small part that was overpowered by the freaking out the rest of his brain was involved in.
"Takuya?" Kouji repeated the name. "It fits you," Kouji said with a grin, which caused the brunette to turn an interesting shade of red. To Kouji, that was an improvement – at least he knew the other teen was paying attention to him now. "Do you remember me?"
"Minamoto?" the teacher called.
"Oh, here," Kouji answered quickly, and then returned his attention to the other teen beside him. "Anyway, you drew me that map to the hospital. Well, on the back there was a drawing."
Oh man, this sucks. He just doesn't know when to give up. Can't he tell that I don't like him? Takuya thought, trying to block out the deep voice that was attempting to coax him out of silence. Just leave me alone. A slightly painful jerk to the back of his head brought him out of his thoughts and face-to-face with the person he was trying to ignore. He realized that Kouji had grabbed onto his ponytail to guarantee his attention. Note to self, he doesn't like being ignored.
"You really shouldn't ignore people when they're talking to you," Kouji said.
"Minamoto!" the teacher exclaimed suddenly. Kouji looked up just in time to be assaulted by an airborne eraser for the chalkboard.
"Damn that Orikawa!" Kouji exclaimed as he patted out his hair for what had to be the billionth time. Once again a small puff of chalk rose from the black strands and continued their journey to wherever they happened to land. Kouji's bandana had protected the hair directly around his head, but the bottom half had suffered the shower of powder. "Man, it's going to take me forever to get this out!"
"It serves you right for hitting on someone in the middle of class," Junpei said with a sigh. Sometimes Kouji could be very dense.
"I wasn't hitting on anybody!" Kouji defended as he turned to glare at his friend.
"Yeah, and grabbing onto some student's hair for no apparent reason happens all the time."
"I was just trying to get his attention. He was ignoring me."
"At least someone in our school has the sense to avoid you." Kouji was getting really close to smacking his friend for the cheap shots he was taking. "Anyway, you'd be best to just leave Takuya alone." All plots of revenge left Kouji's mind at the statement. "Takuya doesn't like other people, especially other guys. The only other people he even considers interacting with are other students in the art club."
"Wait a minute, you know him?" Kouji finally asked.
"Yeah, we were in the same class a few times in junior high. He's never been one to talk much and all he does is draw. He doesn't like being touched either."
"And you would know that, how?"
"One time in ninth grade, I was messing around with some friends and I tripped. I knocked into Takuya's desk and accidentally grabbed onto his arm to catch my balance. He pulled away so quickly I barely had time to realize what I had done. What got me was the look of utter disgust at being touched."
Kouji thought over the story, his left hand spinning around the thin black metal bracelet he always wore. Eventually he shrugged and walked past his friend. "Who knows, maybe you just forgot to take showers back then." Slight revenge had been taken and Kouji heard Junpei mumble a response, which he was sure he didn't want to know. "Anyway, I wasn't hitting on him. I just wanted to talk to him. He's…interesting to me."
"He's never made friends with normal people. What makes you think he'll give you a chance?"
Kouji thought over his answer for a few seconds before sending a grin to his friend. "Because I won't let him turn me down. You know me when it comes to a challenge." Junpei sighed and nodded. Yes, he knew full well how Kouji never gave up on something that held his interest.
Junpei's sympathy reached out for Takuya. The other teen really had no clue what a mess he had mistakenly got himself into.
Takuya stood beside his desk, the English book held tightly in his hands as he read out of it quietly. Unfortunately, his voice was way too quiet for the whole class to hear and they were beginning to get annoyed. Kouji was a little disappointed that he could barely hear him, even being right next to the brunette. He had yet to hear him really say anything and he was curious to hear the sound.
"I can't hear anything," one of the students complained. Kouji mentally thanked the student for the request and hoped Takuya would comply.
"Could you please speak up, Takuya?" the teacher, Takemura, asked. Takuya paused and then continued in a voice barely louder than he had been. A few more minutes was all it took for Takemura to tell Takuya he was finished and called on another student, having them read from where they guessed Takuya left off.
Takuya sat back in his desk and breathed a sigh of relief. It had taken the teacher longer than he thought it would to release him from the task of reading aloud. He lowered his eyes to his book just as a folded piece of paper slid onto his desktop. He looked to his side to see Kouji looking like he had done nothing, but Takuya knew that he had been the culprit. Nobody else was doing whatever they could to get his attention. Figuring he had nothing to lose, Takuya unfolded the piece of paper to read Kouji's note.
I kept the picture of the woman and her child. And thanks for your help at the park.
Takuya was stumped on what Kouji meant by the woman and child. Wait a minute… "Oh, that one!" he suddenly exclaimed his realization. He then remembered where he was and turned a deeper shade of red than he had ever been before. Kouji looked over to him at the outburst and grinned at the other teen's expression of embarrassment.
"Is something wrong, Takuya?" Takemura asked as he looked to the boy.
"Oh, he just saw a rat over in the corner," Kouji covered and pointed to a random wall of the room. The reaction from the females was, for lack of a better word, hilarious. They all let out a screech and clambered to get on top of their desks. On the other hand, all the males jumped out of their desks and tried to find the rodent that didn't exist. "Jeez, I was just kidding," Kouji said quietly as the teacher attempted to calm the class down.
Takuya wasn't sure how he should react to the situation. On one hand, he was grateful to Kouji for taking the worry of giving an excuse off his hands, but it also made it harder for him to get away with ignoring the other teen.
"So, you can be loud," Kouji whispered to Takuya, who barely heard it over the commotion of the classroom. The crowd may have hid Kouji's words, but it didn't do anything to mask Takuya's blush. This guy is going to put me in an early grave, I swear. Takuya finally managed to look over to Kouji and their eyes instantly met. Kouji was grinning slightly and it didn't take long for Takuya to look away. Kouji's eyes seemed to be searching past his appearance, into his soul, and Takuya couldn't let him see what was there.
Once class was over, Kouji had kicked the person out of the desk in front of Takuya and had planted himself backwards in it to face the brunette.
"I hadn't even realized that there was a picture on the back of that map until a friend of mine pointed it out to me," Kouji said as Takuya handed back the note he had given him in class. "I had just crumpled it up in my pocket and would have simply thrown it out when I got the chance, but my buddy got all over my case before I could even think about it."
"Why did you still keep it?" That point was just plain confusing to Takuya. "You don't strike me as a person who's really into art of any kind." He hoped that Kouji wouldn't end up taking offense to that.
"I kept it because…" Kouji paused and appeared to seriously consider his answer, "…because it's beautiful. I saw it and couldn't bring myself to even consider throwing it out. Do you use models?"
It took a few seconds for Takuya to get past what Kouji had said in compliment of him. "For that one, not really. I just saw a lot of women with their children and use al little from all of the ones I saw. It's actually pretty rare for me to use only one model in my work."
"Wow, that's pretty awesome." Takuya glanced over to the clock and gasped. He stood and gathered his belongings.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go," he explained quickly and left the room before Kouji could say anything else.
"Are you going home?" Takuya turned around at the question to see Kouji following him.
"No, I told some of the members of the art club I would meet them after school."
"Hey Kouji, do you want to play some basketball?" JP called from down the hall.
"Oh, sure, I'll be there in a minute," Kouji replied before looking back to Takuya, who had an uncertain look on his face as he observed the exchange. "You got any money?" Kouji suddenly asked. Takuya nodded and reached into his bag to retrieve it, still uncertain about the question. "Let me borrow it and I'll at least double it." Before Takuya could respond, Kouji had moved forward and grabbed the money out of Takuya's hand. Kouji then moved even closer and brought his hands around to the back of Takuya's hair and worked the hairtie free from its place. Takuya froze as the feel of his hair touching his neck helped his brain catch up to the situation and informed him of how close the other teen was. "The bandana doesn't like to stay in place when I shoot hoops," Kouji said, inclining his head slightly to indicate that he was talking about the piece of cloth on his head.
The next thing Takuya knew was Kouji had moved away and was running toward JP, who was looking at the situation – or just his friend – suspiciously. Kouji noted that although JP was obviously annoyed that he had been ignored about staying away from Takuya, he didn't comment. Takuya remained still in the hall for a few minutes after the other two had left trying to figure out where he had gone wrong in his plan to ignore Kouji Minamoto. He sighed lightly and turned in the direction of the art room and continued his journey there.
Takuya reached his destination quickly and silently arranged his materials to sketch. There were a few other students in the room conversing with each other while they worked, but Takuya ignored them as he set his mind to drawing something. The problem was he couldn't concentrate on drawing. His brain was stuck in the hall with Kouji's touch.
"Hey look, those guys are playing basketball for money again," one of the other students exclaimed, drawing others to the window to observe.
"They should know better than to do stuff like that on school grounds," another student replied. "They're going to get in trouble."
Well that explains why he took my money, Takuya thought finally giving into the fact that he wouldn't be able to focus unless he let his mind go through what it wanted to. Man is that guy something different. It just didn't matter to him that I didn't want to talk to him. Takuya sighed and ran his hand through his hair, working his fingers through knots that it came to. I can't believe he just took my hairtie like that. The least he could have done was ask if he could use it. But no, he just had to come close enough to practically breathe down my throat to take it out and run off. Takuya felt his cheeks burn and he sighed again in frustration. He looked up to his still blank piece of paper and frowned. This was getting just plain embarrassing. He had never had this much trouble drawing a stupid picture. This is just great. Because of that stupid Kouji I can't even concentrate on drawing. Boy when life comes crashing down on you it doesn't mess around. It goes straight to the important stuff.
After a few hours of keeping his thoughts solely on his drawing, he was able to produce a sketch of a corner of the art room. He had added a few things here and there just to spice it up, and the end result was a picture that could be colored in and mistaken for a photograph.
"This is terrible. I'm resorting to drawing corners," Takuya said in a pained voice. "Man I really need some inspiration or I'm going to lose the confidence of my art teacher." He sighed for what had to be the millionth time that day and leaned back in his chair. The room was now empty besides him and he was glad for the silence. The other students were great artists and all, but sometimes they could just get distracting and Kouji was doing a fine job of distracting Takuya on his own without trying.
The door to the room opened catching Takuya's attention and he glanced over to see his English teacher, Takemura looking into the room until he spotted the teen. "Takuya, what are you still doing here? School ended 3 hours ago."
"I'm sorry, I was just getting ready to leave," Takuya said as he stood and began gathering his supplies. He listened as Takemura walked toward him and froze as the man moved behind him and touched his hand.
"You don't have to just rush off like that. You're welcome to stay if you want," the man whispered as he moved closer to Takuya's body. Takuya's mind raced and he tried to get it to calm down and return to sanity, but he just couldn't calm down. "You're really talented, you know," the man continued as his hand moved up Takuya's arm and his other arm snaked around Takuya. That was what Takuya needed to snap back to reality and he turned quickly to push the man away and took a few steps away.
"I know, and I really need to get going now," he said in a flat voice that dared the man to argue with him, even though he wasn't sure of how well he could back up any threat he might make. He threw the man as harsh of a glare as he could manage and went back to putting his belongings back into his backpack.
"What's your rush? Stay a while," the man said as he once again moved closer to Takuya. He reached down to grab Takuya's hand when the door opened. Takemura jerked his hand back and moved away quickly from Takuya as Kouji walked into the room. He took in the scene, focusing on Takuya's upset demeanor and the teacher's avoidance of looking at the teens.
"Did I interrupt anything?" Kouji said in a flat tone.
"No, Mr. Minamoto, there was no interruption," the teacher answered. Kouji grinned at the suppressed anger in the man's tone. He could have some fun with this guy. "I'm just making my rounds of the school. What are you doing here?"
Kouji shrugged and walked closer to Takuya, who seemed to not be paying attention to what was going on around him. "I'm just here for some art appreciation." With that, he reached over to the other teen and wrapped his arm around Takuya's shoulders and pulled him closer. Takuya had tensed up at first when Kouji touched him, but once he realized who had grabbed him, he willed his body to relax slightly. "Or artist appreciation, if you wanna look at it that way," he added with a smirk, catching the red tint to Takuya's face darken.
"Like you know anything about art," the man retorted as he turned toward the door.
"At least I know who I can hit on," Kouji shot. The teacher stopped and tensed before leaving the room. Kouji sighed and looked down to Takuya, whose head was lowered and his body was shaking slightly. "Are you alright, Slim?"
Takuya didn't answer, but pulled away from Kouji. Kouji looked at the brunette in confusion. Takuya seemed to be caught somewhere between relief and…disappointment, but he was obviously more angry than anything else. "Stop calling me that." Takuya ground out as he grabbed his backpack and drawing pad.
"Are you mad at me, or yourself?" Kouji asked, causing Takuya's movement to halt. Kouji had hit something and he was determined to find out what it was. "If you're mad at me, the least you could do is tell me why. If it's a good enough reason, I'll leave you alone, but if you can't offer me that much, you won't be getting rid of me for a while."
"Why won't you just leave me alone? Don't you understand that it's what I want?" Takuya asked, his voice sounding very miserable.
"Don't you get that I want to be close to you?" Kouji wasn't sure where his brain was taking this, but he wasn't going to change what he said anytime soon. He had finally got Takuya to say something about himself and he wasn't going to let that pass.
"Why? Why would someone want to know me?"
Kouji thought over his answer for a few seconds before deciding on an action. He moved toward Takuya again and slowly moved his arms around Takuya's waist just in case Takuya decided to bolt. Takuya had tensed but he was slowly relaxing. "Because you deserve it."
Takuya was at a loss. His brain was frozen and his body wasn't listening to his thoughts of running away from the threat to his anonymity that Kouji represented. Nobody was supposed to know him, but Kouji had already broken his defenses in less than a day. This is just embarrassing, Takuya thought briefly. But maybe…
"Maybe it's worth giving a try," he whispered and Kouji held him closer.
Well thats the first chapter and i really didn't expect to write it that way, but once its written i just don't have the heart to change it.
The significance of the chapter title is the picture just for clarification since its what started their relationship.
I'm sorry if you think Kouji is too OOC, but my preference of this pairing is Kouji being the male figure. (which is seme and which is uke i get them mixed up all the time.) so, he is Rei and Takuya is Kira (the original characters). that and Kouji has a twin brother, which is a major part of the story. and don't worry about takuya, he'll become less OOC in time.
well, i don't want to give too much away. i want some of it to not be expected.
well, please review. it helps me think of what to write quicker. oh, and feel free to send suggestions, because you have no idea how many people's ideas i intigrate into my stories..
see you next time.
Kimra Dattei