A.N: I have snuck this past my beta, and for that, I am shamed. But really, I just wanted it to be a surprise. Lol! She is so gonna yell at me for this. For those who don't know, this is the sequel to 'Waiting for the Rain,' so I would definitely suggest reading that first, or you honestly won't know what the heck is going on or who the heck these people are. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own DN. Now leave me alone!
Title: For Every Action
Chapter One: Inevitable Beginnings
"God, you have to be the single most annoying being on the planet!"
"Really? Has Akira-kun met everyone on the planet?"
"Gah!"
Miyanaga Akira viciously growled as he glared over at the man next to him, golden brown eyes smoldering in rage. Lowen Ryo simply smirked in satisfaction as he held the bakery shop door open for the lively 16-year-old once again, enjoying the sight of a purely frazzled Akira as the boy practically frothed at the mouth.
"How many times do I have to ask you to stop being so damn grating on my poor mistreated nerves?!" Akira stomped out of the shop, the sun's rays pouring down from the heaven's as he cautiously averted any puddles set upon his path. "We have not known each other that long for you to already be this much of a pain in the ass! Two crashes and a coffee do not warrant this kind of treatment, damn you..."
"Too many to count, really." Ryo shot simply shot back, ignoring the second half of the boy's comment as he followed the ebony and blonde haired boy as Akira's eye twitched rather cutely in Ryo's mind. "I can only assume that Akira-kun is stressed for some reason I do not know. Perhaps he needs to look up some breathing exercises to help with his rather raucous temper?"
"Only if I can beat on you during said exercises." Akira muttered to himself as the grip he had on the bags within his hands tightened, his tanned knuckles turning a shocking shade of white. "Don't you have anything better to do than follow me home anyways?"
"Is Akira-kun scared to show me where he lives?" Pale pink lips twisted into an unmistakable smirk as Ryo leered over at the younger boy, the glare on the flustered teen's face hardening even further.
"With that look on your face, I'd say yes." The 16-year-old snapped back without an ounce of hesitation.
"I think Akira-kun secretly enjoys the attention." Both men glanced away from each other, pushing by endless people as equal amounts of crimson stained both of their cheeks.
'Even if I do,' Akira straightened out his jacket as he slid through the crowds with Ryo trailing next to him. 'It's not like I'd ever admit it out loud.'
Without much warning, the crowd both the teen and teacher continued to wade through began to expand, the shouts of many protesting individuals echoing throughout the streets in a frenzy of rage and disbelief.
"YOU CAN'T STOP THE TRUTH!"
Akira almost froze in his awkward steps as he absently glanced up, but saw nothing that caught his eye right off the bat. Ryo on the other hand was a bit more observant.
"Look." Ryo blurted out quite suddenly as he pointed straight forward, both men stopping right in the middle of the crowd as the older of the two nodded towards the disturbance ahead.
The same men and women from the earlier Kira protests were running around in a haze, dodging some policemen and harming others as the officers continually wrangled up as many of the lunatics as they could.
The same man who had begun the platform was crazily eyeing the people around him, both Kira-supporters and average citizens alike, shouting random misgivings from the top of his lungs. He now stood situated on the roof of an old van, screaming obscenities whilst claiming his eternal allegiance to the one given the name Kira.
Charcoal colored eyes widened at the carnage around them as Akira instead looked unaffected by the display, a certain shield of apathy efficiently covering his face within seconds.
"I thought they already took care of those punks?" Akira questioned, mostly to himself. Ryo quirked an eyebrow in his direction before they began to back away from the scene, fearful people running in opposite directions of both the policemen attempting to protect them and the Kira-supporters still on a rampage.
"IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT YOU DO!" The maniacal man, finally caught by two police officers, grinned madly as he was pushed inside a police car, wide eyes gleaming as he caught Akira's gaze unexpectedly. "JUDGEMENT SHALL COME FOR US ALL! GOD SHALL ONLY EXCONERATE THOSE PRECIOUS FE-"
Akira glared at the maddening psychotic man still ranting within the car as it quickly drove away, the adrenaline-pumped crowd around him still going strong in random acts of rage and violence.
"It seems that my coming along with Akira-kun to his home has served a greater purpose than we both thought." The chestnut haired teacher commented as they ran from the scene and managed to get into one of the back alleyways Akira used as a shortcut when he absolutely needed to get home.
Not that that happened all that often, but the young student hated being unprepared for anything.
"Yeah, whatever." Dark shadows pursued their footsteps as Akira's sepia gaze shifted downward, his feet on autopilot. "I could have taken care of myself, thanks."
"I can see that…" Ebony eyes kept their sight on the suddenly melancholy teenager. "I've never seen someone act so calmly during a Kira riot. Even people who I've known to be extremely self-sufficient still flinch when they are faced with such atrocities."
Cool brown eyes met Ryo's gaze without hesitation, a hint of bitterness hidden deep within those endless depths.
"You could say I'm just used to it at this point."
With that, the rest of walk to Akira's home was completely silent, save for the sound of both men's light footsteps and the echoing shouts of people fighting another useless battle of wills.
"Thanks for walking me home, I guess?" Akira shifted uncomfortably as they both stood in front of the old apartment complex, bags in his hands rattling as the plastic struck against plastic.
Bright red cheeks accompanied by restless eyes completed the look as the young genius fought the urge to scuff his foot against the cement ground, feeling uncharacteristically shy once again.
Ryo smirked at the cuteness of it all.
"It was no problem at all." The older of the two stepped forward, an unnatural need to be as close to this enticing individual as possible overriding any other thought as intense obsidian orbs stared into the teen's own widening gaze, neither blinking as the staring contest ensued. "I enjoyed Akira-kun's company."
"Thanks." Akira meekly responded, feeling intensely uncomfortable under the older man's scrutinizing gaze. "It was nice meeting you, Ryo-san. I should probably go inside…"
Neither moved from the spot they were standing in.
"Probably…" Ryo continued to eye the teen relentlessly.
The 16-year-old finally came out of his daze after another moment of silence, blinking at the sudden discomfort of his drying eyes. The cinnamon-eyed boy nodded as he absently smiled, the anxiety he felt quite visible on his face, turning to reach for his keys within his pocket when a hand encased the upper part of his bicep from behind.
"Eh?"
"I would like to see Akira-kun again." The smooth baritone voice stated as the grip on Akira's arm tightened for just a split second before the grip loosened and then fell. "If Akira-kun would allow it, that is."
'An older man who is marginally good looking and incredibly intelligent wants my permission to see me again? Why does it sound like he's asking me out for a second date?!' Akira thought to himself in a panic. 'Wait, second… oh hot damn, I just went out on a date with some random guy I don't know. And he's asking me out again. And I just… and he…'
"Akira-kun?" Ryo asked, his unusually blank voice tinted with a bit of concern.
'Did I overstep my boundaries?' Ryo asked himself, scratching the side of his head as he vacantly stared at the teen's stiff back.
"… … Ok." Akira reluctantly agreed, his body automatically relaxing as he nodded and pulled out his cell phone. He faced the older man once more as he flipped the mixture of dark and light locks of hair from out of his eyes.
"Ok." He repeated once more, this time a bit louder than the last.
Ryo didn't even hesitate to bring out his own phone and glanced up at the boy through shaggy mahogany bangs, quickly exchanging each other's number in a matter of seconds.
The boy smiled, this one much less tense than the former as he turned around once again and opened the door, giving the 23-year-old another shy smile before closing the entrance and sliding down the old wooden paneling, wondering just why his heart was beating so erratically against his chest.
Akira shivered as the familiar feeling of recognition crawled up his spine, but the shook the random feeling out of his mind as he quickly climbed up the stairs, wondering just what kind of hell was awaiting him within the confines of his very own home.
Meanwhile, Ryo grinned widely, eyes still trained on the door as he pocketed his own cell phone. If he had thought that Akira had been interesting before…
Chestnut locks swayed as the teacher chuckled in amusement, shoving his hands within his pockets as he walked away from the apartment, a sense of optimistic accomplishment ringing true within his mind.
Something told him that he would not regret this decision in the slightest.
Three weeks later...
'Another day, another set of useless classes…' The teacher thought to himself as he ran down the steps of the old school, rolling his eyes upward in a sign of distress.
Sometimes Ryo wondered why the hell he ever got into teaching of all things.
"PROFESSOR, WAI-KYAAA! I'M FALL-"
CRASH!
"-ing."
Ryo turned and stared at one of his least than favorite students (not that he had many favorites anyways) fall flat on their face, blue eyes dazed at the sudden impact. Curls of bright red and purple locks twirled on the grassy ground around the young girl as she painfully picked herself up, brushing off her clothes as she coughed rather loudly.
"Are you alright, Itou-chan?" The 23-year-old quirked up an eyebrow as the girl blinked, still quite dazed.
"Uh… yeah." Itou Chiyoko smiled as she scratched her head, blue eyes narrowing in thought.
"Can I help you with something, then?" Ryo stated frankly, just wanting to get home and take a nice long shower and quite possibly call the boy he had been thinking about for the past two and a half weeks.
Much too long to go without seeing a face as gorgeous as Akira's.
"Actually, I forgot what I came to ask!" Chiyoko exclaimed as she laughed nervously, twirling a piece of dyed purple hair with her index finger. "I know it had something to do with the homework assignment you assigned today..."
Ryo sighed.
"Chapter ten on page 335. Read the text and finish the study guide at the end of the chapter along with a small synopsis of the context you have read. Does that answer your question?"
Wide blue eyes stared at the teacher in shock. "Yeah! How did you-"
"Perhaps I am a mind reader. Now please, go enjoy your day, Itou-chan." The ditzy girl smiled brightly before parading down the street before the older man could even finish his sentence; glad to finally have some time to himself as the young student disappeared from sight.
'Is it just me, or are children and teenagers becoming dumber and dumber as the years go on…' Ryo thought to himself as he shook his head and continued walking to his own home, which fortunately, was not too far from the high school itself.
A milky white hand absently patted the pocket on Ryo's right side, which held the familiar weight of his cell phone within its shallow compartment.
'Later…' Ryo promised himself, legs quickening in pace as his grip on the satchel within his hand tightened, a heady anticipation coursing through his veins.
Unnoticingly to the young teacher, dark clouds began to obscure over the once clear blue skies, the sun's rays of light dimming against the gray backdrop forming quite suddenly.
To Ryo, it was just another menial day of trying to get through class after class of students who clearly did not want to be there. It was only when the day was over and done with did he now have something to look forward to.
'Or someone…'
As the russet-haired man entered his own apartment complex, he grinned, the rumbling sound of echoing sheets of rain pounding against the roof of the building as he made it upstairs to his home, anticipating another night of senseless relaxation and not-so-boring conversation.
"Onii-chan!"
Akira rolled his eyes as he entered the apartment, multiple bags within his hands as he shut the door with a loud bang. His half-sister's large doe eyes shimmered as she ran over to him excitedly, practically toppling him over, bags and all.
"Are those our new uniforms?!" Miko asked anxiously, her infectious grin contaminating Akira's own lips as well.
"Yes, now get off me you little brat." The 16-year-old ruffled the younger girl's hair affectionately as she pouted, peeling her arms away from his waist as he dropped the multitude of bags from his hands and shrugged off his leather coat, tossing the cell phone that lay in his front pocket on the small desk in front of their raggedy couch.
Dusky bangs dusted with shocking locks of gold were brushed aside as Akira's golden gaze burned brightly against his usually stoic face, handsome features softening as the older brother gazed down at the small girl in front of him.
"Do you want to try it-"
"YES!"
Without another word, Miko looked through the multitude of bags, cooing as she found her own clothes. Akira nodded as she shyly looked up at him, the grin returning with a vengeance as she ran to her room to show her big brother just how cute she would look.
Akira sighed at the sight.
"Okaa-san?" The young boy then hesitantly called out, seeing no signs of the woman who had… well, just been there. Akira had raised himself, and his little sister it seemed, would know no different. "Okaa-san…"
"She's not here!" Akira frowned as his little sister's muffled voice emanated from behind her door. "Said something about getting laid… But I don't get it. If she wanted to lay down, we have her bed all set up in her new room."
A fist clenched as the teenage genius huffed out an aggravated breath of air, lips thinning in anger as the words escaped his mouth without even noticing. He would yell at the insane woman later.
"How long have you been by yourself, Miko-chan?"
"Only a couple of hours…" The door slowly slid open as Miko timidly glanced at her irritated brother, not sure whether or not it was prudent to go to him whilst he was angry as he was.
Her brother's temper scared even her at times.
"Onii-chan?" Miko quietly left the silent question open as Akira's features relaxed, more out of an automatic reaction to his sister's voice than actually feeling pacified.
"I'm fine, Miko-chan." The smile returned the 16-year-old's face as he grabbed the bags and put them on the table, cinnamon eyes once again alight as the look on Miko's face brightened, messy pigtails bouncing up and down in excitement. "Now let's see how the schoolgirl outfit looks on you."
Candid giggles escaped the young girl's mouth as she suddenly ran out of the room and once again threw herself on top of her brother.
"OOMPH! Miko-chan!"
"How do I look?"
Akira grinned as he held the girl away from his chest, a swell of pride enveloping within his chest as Miko twirled around in a circle.
"Cute, right?!"
"I guess it depends on who you're asking." Akira smirked.
"Onii-chan!" Miko placed her hands on her hips as she turned, marching her way right back to her room, the sounds of her brother's laughter trailing after her small footfalls. "Big meanie…"
Sepia eyes danced as the young girl shut her door, knowing everything her brother said was in jest but still wanting to play the part of a scorned sister for the heck of it.
Akira simply shrugged, putting everything in its proper place before taking the last bag left on the table and bringing it into his room. Meticulous hands nimbly shook out the slightly wrinkled uniform before laying it out on his bed, analyzing just what needed to be done before both his and Miko's first day in their new school.
Boxes upon boxes lay around the small room, still waiting to be unpacked as the teen began to pace the tiny area, hands working faster than thought as the items were pulled out one by one.
Akira was not one for mess, no matter what the circumstance.
"Onii-chan!" Miko floated into the room, a sly smile in place as the younger man continued to unpack, only giving the younger a glance as he pulled item after item out of its storage.
"Yes?"
"You're booooy-friennnnnd…" A cell phone was held out by the young girl's small hands, giggles once again escaping her throat as a pair of flushed cheeks and narrowed eyes met her vision, none-to-pleased at both the intrusion and insinuation.
"Shut up, Miko. He's not my boyfriend." Akira snatched his phone from the young girl's hand and held it to his ear, shooing his sister out of the room all the while.
'That girl has no sense of privacy…'
"Hello?"
"Akira-kun?" The hesitant baritone voice quietly shifted through every syllable, which the young man could only assume was his sister's doing.
"Hey. You sound scared. Did my sister bombard you with crazy questions again?"
"Ah… it seems that is what she is most adept at. Quite… charming she is."
Akira laughed as he hung up his uniform, charming being one of the last words he would use to describe the craziness that was Miko.
"That's your 'nice' way of saying 'psychotic' isn't it?"
The young boy smiled warmly as smooth chuckles reverberated from the other line, the usually monotone voice melting away into something entirely different in each instance the two spoke on the phone.
It had been almost three weeks since they had last seen each other's face, but each had taken to calling the other, the conversations far too addicting to ignore. It was a growing attraction, though Akira himself refused to name it as such for the moment.
Though he couldn't deny that there was just something about Ryo that demanded his undivided attention, and Akira was only too happy to give it to him.
Conversation-wise, anyways.
'We're just friends…' The 16-year-old would think to himself.
Though if those wet-dreams were any indication…
'Not going there!'
"Akira-kun?"
"Yeah, I'm still here."
As was the blush stifling the younger man's tanned cheeks.
"Listen, I don't have a lot of time to talk. I've got to cook some dinner for my sister and get ready for my first day at my new school."
"Oh…" Disappointment filtered the older man's voice as Akira fumbled with a piece of cloth within his hand. "I see."
"Do you… want to go out later when I'm done here instead? Maybe I could meet you at your house and we could just hang out for a little while…"
"Does Akira-kun really have to ask?"
A small smile crawled over Akira's lush lips as he began to obsessively put the clothing and items away at a much faster pace than before.
"One catch, though."
"Yes?"
"My sister has to come with us. That's ok with you, right?"
"…"
Akira grinned, loving the silence on the other end of the line.
"That is fine."
The 16-year-old had to give him credit, his voice didn't even crack. Ryo certainly had an extraordinary amount of self-control if this was any indication of it.
"Then it's a second-date." Came the smug reply from the other line, the voice usually devoid of such emotion practically brimming with satisfaction.
Without another word, Akira hung up the phone, the same blush from before once again staining his cheeks. If that hadn't been a prominent call-out of intentions…
Akira didn't know what was.