How To Make Takaya Jealous
Take 1
Takaya vs Muraki
(A high-class restaurant in Tokyo. Naoe and Takaya were standing in a remote corner, having a nice cozy conversation. Or it seemed to be so.)
Takaya: So, are you going to say anything?
Naoe: There's nothing I can say that will satisfy you, Takaya-san.
Takaya: Is that so? Well, then, I guess I'll just have to wait patiently, eh?
Naoe: Takaya-san…
Takaya: Have you planned it, Naoe? Have you thought about it? The ways to surpass me?
Naoe: Wouldn't you like to know, Takaya-san…
Takaya: Oh, I won't let you win easily, y'know… In fact, I won't let you win at all…
Naoe: Takaya-san…
Takaya: Besides, what a bad master I will be, if I let my pet wander around…
Naoe: … You are evil.
Takaya: So are you, Naoe…
Naoe: Why are you doing this, Takaya-san? Drawing me in, cutting me loose…
Takaya: Why? I don't know… because it's fun, I guess…
Naoe: You really are evil.
Takaya: Hey, I'm not the one who tried to rape my own master!
Naoe: …
Takaya: You could've just ask nicely, y'know……
Naoe: Would you let me?
Takaya: … Maybe…
Naoe: Maybe?
Takaya: Not.
Naoe: (Sigh, reaching out to take a glass of wine from a passing waiter. Fingers latched onto his wrist, effectively stopping his movement)
Takaya:???!!!
Muraki: What did I say about drinking, Yoshiaki-san?
Naoe: (sigh) Drinking won't kill me, Kazutaka-san.
Muraki: I know that… (took the glass away, putting it on the table, and leaned over, his chin on Naoe's shoulder) It doesn't mean you can drink freely.
Takaya: Hey…
Muraki: (glanced at Takaya) A kid? I didn't know that you're a pedophile, Yoshiaki-san.
Naoe: I'm not.
Muraki: Really… Well, can't blame you. This one's a good catch, I say (latching both arms around Naoe, hugging him from behind) By the way, you've been missing for a long time, you know.
Naoe: Don't tell me you're missing me.
Muraki: As a matter of fact, I am. (tilting Naoe's head a little bit, his fingers touching Naoe's throat) You're a bad boy, leaving without saying anything like that.
Naoe: You have my number. You know where I live. You have the key to my place.
Muraki: Yes, but it's not the same. I like it more when you come to me.
Naoe: Wouldn't you be worried if I came knocking on your door at night?
Muraki: It'll be a bother, yes, especially when I'm occupied…
Naoe: See?
Muraki: But I'll never be preoccupied for you. You're special for me.
Naoe: You just like saying 'I told you so.'
Muraki: No, I just love to get my hands all over you.
Takaya: (choked)
Naoe: Oh, please, Kazutaka-san… Haven't you had enough of me already?
Muraki: Never, Yoshiaki-san… I can never get enough of you…
Naoe: Hhh… (taking one of Muraki's arms and placed it over his heart) You know I'm yours for the taking.
Muraki: I know. Doesn't mean I can't get worried… After all, I'm the one who know how… (pause, searching for the word, and smirked, nuzzling Naoe) …fragile you really are.
Naoe: Yeah. I guess so…
Muraki: You really should come to my place. Or I'll come over to yours.
Naoe: Whatever for? There's nothing about me that's changed since the last time.
Muraki: How would you know?
Naoe: It's my body.
Muraki: Yours? Maybe that's true, but I'm the one knows you the best, Yoshiaki-san… What to do, where to touch…
Naoe: Yeah, with all the times you spent pawing at me, you've earned a degree for that.
Takaya:???????!!!!!!!!!!!
Naoe: But I think I'd love to have you around. I do get chilled easily, lately…
Muraki: Need a bedwarmer?
Naoe: That'll be better…
Muraki: Oh, I'll give you one. A special one that you won't forget…
(Muraki's hand started to wander around, slipping into the insides of Naoe's coat)
Muraki: (sighing) Yoshiaki-san…
Naoe: After dinner, Sensei. Not before.
Muraki: I know that. Just reminding you.
Takaya: Naoe!!!!!
Naoe: What?
Muraki: My, my… boy, you're very red…
Naoe: Takaya-san, are you all right? Maybe you need a fresh air…
Muraki: I still say he's too young for you.
Takaya: I'm not!
Naoe: … Takaya-san…
Takaya: … not his, I mean…
Muraki: Sure you're not. I'd known if it's so.
Naoe: Kazutaka-san…
Muraki: I mean it, Yoshiaki-san. I want to retry everything all over again.
Naoe: Haven't we done it already? It didn't work! It doesn't work!
Muraki: (sighing, tightening his hold around Naoe) Doesn't mean we can't try again…
Naoe: You really are stubborn…
Muraki: At least one of us is…
Naoe: (sigh, fingers of one hand fiddling at Muraki's sleeve button) I give up. I should never even try to talk you out of it…
Muraki: So? Do we…?
Naoe: Start all over again. That's what you want, isn't it, Sensei? You'd rope me back even if I try to run anyway.
Muraki: Yes… it'll be more… pleasurable… if you cooperate…
Naoe: Just be gentle with me for once.
Muraki: (mocked shocked) I'm always gentle with you, Yoshiaki-san!
Naoe: Gentle? With all of those touching and grasping and pinching and prodding and pushing and grabbing and tightening and tying and ….
Takaya:?????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Muraki: I told not to struggle, didn't I? Besides, the ties were precautions…
Naoe: (sigh) I'm no match for you… No matter what I do, where I hide… You always seemed to be able to find me anywhere anytime of your convenience.
Muraki: Do I really?
Naoe:(turning around, Muraki's arms still encircling him, he sighed and put his forehead on Muraki's shoulder, half leaning on him) To be honest, it's getting tiring…
Muraki: (rubbing Naoe's back soothingly) It's okay… We'll fix it. I promise.
Naoe: I know. I trust you. I always do.
Muraki: (smiled, pushing Naoe and held him at arm length) So, tomorrow's okay for you?
Naoe: My place or your place?
Muraki: My place. I'll pick you up, though. Say… seven o'clock?
Naoe: Isn't it too early?
Muraki: Not really. Or would you prefer breakfast in bed? We can always go to my place tonight.
Naoe: Tomorrow. I still have something to do tonight. Have to drive Takaya-san to the hotel.
Muraki: Whatever. I'll just prepare everything for you. You shall have the best, Yoshiaki-san.
Naoe: You always give me the best, Kazutaka-san. The best I've ever had. (chuckle) I think you know my body more than I do.
Muraki: Coming from you, that's a complement, Yoshiaki-san…
Naoe: Come to think of it, there isn't an inch of me that you haven't explored before…
Takaya: (choke)
Muraki: (fixing Naoe's tie) That is true.
Naoe: (smile) So, tomorrow?
Muraki: Tomorrow. I'll pick you up.
Naoe: You know which hotel I stay at?
Muraki: (laugh) I can even tell which room you're staying at and which one's your bed.
Naoe: You really are a genuine stalker.
Muraki: Are you bothered?
Naoe: No… flattered, really…
Muraki: Tomorrow, then, Yoshiaki-san. Good night, Takaya-san. (give a bow, turn around and left)
Takaya: …
Naoe: Takaya-san? You look pale…
Takaya: (biting his lips, trying to hold back the anger) Who. Is. He?
Naoe: Him? Muraki Kazutaka. He's a friend.
Takaya: A…friend? Really?
Naoe: Yes. Known him since we're children.
Takaya: (fist clenched) A very close friend, it seems…
Naoe: You can say that. That guy, always pops up here and there… (smiling) I can't shake his attention from me, that worrywart…
Takaya: (pout) You can always go with him now, you know. I can go back by myself.
Naoe: Oh, no… Haruie will kill me if I let you go back alone. Besides, he'll need time to prepare all of his… (pause, thinking) …paraphernalia.
Takaya: (trembling) Paraphernalia?
Naoe: Yeah. Needles and the like.
Takaya: (shocked) Needles???!!!
Naoe: Mmm… I never like needles… but he makes it bearable…
Takaya:?????!!!!! (pale) Naoe… I never thought…
Naoe: Never thought what?
Takaya: Never mind…
Naoe: (look at Takaya, and sigh) Sorry, it's not my fault this body is weaker than it's supposed to be.
Takaya: Eh?
Naoe: This body… (laugh) It's my fault, actually. I was desperate for a body, so I took the first available one. It was already too late when I found out that this body is… well… weak.
Takaya: Eh??!!
Naoe: Mmm… a string of doctors from day one… Led by the famous Muraki Sensei… Kazutaka's father.
Takaya: Eh…
Naoe: If the soul that inhabit this body is not a kanshosha… no, if the body does not host a yashashuu… Maybe this body wouldn't even survive the first year.
Takaya: …
Naoe: Kazutaka-san has been watching over me since he became a doctor, performing annual test on me, or anytime we meet, actually… For his father, I'm a project… but for him… (chuckle) I'm the brother he doesn't have.
Takaya: …
Naoe: Sometimes I think he knows about me… about Naoe, I mean… But he's not saying anything. Everyone has his or her own secrets, after all…
Takaya: So… he's your… doctor?
Naoe: Yeah. A very friendly doctor. Professionalism above all… yet he cares…
Takaya: (sigh, and then chuckle)
Naoe: Takaya-san?
Takaya: (doubled over with a full-blown laughter, tears on his eyes)
Naoe: Takaya-san? What…?
Takaya: It's nothing, Naoe…nothing at all…
Naoe: (confused) … whatever you say, Takaya-san…
Takaya: (laughter slowly subsiding) so, are we going back to the hotel? (chuckle)… don't want you to be late for your date tomorrow.
Naoe: Date? (scrunched his nose) yeah… date with stethoscope and x-ray and cold examining table and…
Takaya: And needles…
Naoe: And needles… hate the needles…
Takaya: Oh? Bad Old Naoe hates needles… that's something to laugh at.
Naoe: Try to have a three inches needle injecting God-Knows-What substance into your body, Takaya-san. It's not painful, it's sickening…
Takaya: Ne, Naoe… does that mean that the doctor… has seen you naked before?
Naoe: With the way he probes for each and every rib, making sure that they're still intact even when he can see it from X-ray… Like I said, there's not an inch of me that he hasn't explored before.
Takaya: I bet he's enjoying the view, though.
Naoe: Doubt it. He keeps on complaining. Too thin here, not enough meat there… Keeps on reminding me to drink my medicines, which reminds me… (reaching inside his coat , pulling out a small bottle with pills inside) We need to get something for dinner. I wasn't thinking of dining after that late tea, but he will know if I don't drink this tonight…
Takaya: (laugh, laugh, and laugh…)
Author's notes:
Don't ask me why I wrote this. Two weeks of chicken pox and got quarantined in my room do wonder to imagination, my Lamentation muse is currently taking a vacation, and SarahKurai and I sometimes have these ideas that simply pop up whenever they want. Thus, The HTMTJ series. No beta-reader available, so all mistakes are mine. I've shown this to LyreBird-san and Madame Dewi before, and in the end I'm too lazy to make it into a full story-in-paragraphs, hence the dialogues above. I hope it's still acceptable, though. We've practiced it in class, and everyone just kept on laughing…)
As an extra note in this post, I humbly ask for a prayer for a friend of mine, Shin, who had a car accident and is still in coma, and for his … er… husband, Tsu, who's right now a nervous wreck. I can't be with them, and even if I can, I can't do more than praying. So I'll just ask for more prayers.
Love,
THR