Title: Starting Over

Chapter 5: Terror

Written by: Lisse08

A/N: Okay… This turned out to be longer than I expected… =P So, it’s not the last chapter.

Rating: M.

He did it again. He must have hurt Nowaki with that.

Hiroki slapped his forehead in defeated. That sent a spasm from his fingertip down into his nerves. He winced at that. Redrawing his hand from the empty air, he gazed at the copper blood seeping from its wound at his finger. The next second, before he could think of anything, he heard the echo of the sound of water sprinkling down, hitting on Nowaki’s body, down onto the tiled floor from the bathroom.

“Ah! SHIT! Why am I still standing here?”

Sucking it gently to stop bleed, he fastened his steps and hurried back into the kitchen.

He will make it up with Nowaki later with this.

A satisfied smile spread on his face.

Xxxx JR xxxX

“That’s enough. Misaki, none of his words are true.” Usagi twisted, turning back to look at the boy.

“Except for the kiss?” Sumi taunted. “Because whatever you said, you can never deny that it is true.”

Ruffling sound was heard. He looked back immediately, not wanting to miss a thing. But it proved to be only something that he wished to never have seen. The floor gave away beneath his feet. Usagi swallowed back his beating heart. No.

“Here’s the solid prove.” The old newspaper clip was on his hand.

“I’m leaving first!” A furious shout bucked in their conversation. Shock pulsed through the grey-haired novelist. He turned again, only to see the back of his loved running off, once more.

“Misaki!”

This time…

Fist tightened, Usagi chased after him. And that was before he gave Sumi a good punch on his face.

I’m never going to let you escape from me.

Xxxx JR xxxX

Tears blurred his vision but Misaki kept on running. Destination? Unknown. He just knew he had to escape, escape from Usagi, escape from this reality, escape from the pain that was throbbing on his chest.

That kiss was real.

He bumped into people as he ran, mumbling soft inaudible apologies, still, he didn’t stop. He thought he heard Usagi’s deep voice, calling for his name.

He gained on speed, hurrying squeezing into the bustling crowds. There was no need to wait. The light was green at that moment. So, he went ahead of others, despite the groans and disapprovals received. He did nothing more than apologies. Because he need to

It’s real…

Escape.

…

“Misaki!” He shouted out, not caring the stares he received. When the last spark of the green disappeared from the crowd, Usami let out an angered breath.

Damn it! I missed him again.

Xxxx JT xxxX

‘I hate you. I hate you, Miyagi. I hate you.’ Shinobu gritted his teeth tight. He walked down the stairs of the building, wandering alone. He wasn’t going to let tears take over again. Perhaps, it was because Miyagi was already tired with him, he was just using this chance to break it up. This thought alone had turned the sorrow into rage.

‘Meow.’

That distracted his attentions. The teenager snapped his head over into the dark alley. A pair of shining eyes reflected back at him. His heart jumped for a second, but as the tamed creature stepped itself out from the darkness, he couldn’t help but smiled at the cat. At least, there is still some strayed cat that liked him. Bending down to level with the cat which was now meowing up at him, begging for sympathy, he stroke its fur gently. In response, it closed its eyes, enjoying the pleasure. Shinobu snorted. Even a cat knows how to appreciate his efforts.

A sudden metallic click startled them both, all movements ceased. It wasn’t long before the cat took its first step to escape from the scene. The scent of smoke trailed in the thin air, Shinobu looked back immediately to see the intruder.

“Look what I have got here.”

All his muscles tensed. Standing in front of him was a man of a well-built body, of height as high as Miyagi. On his hand held the cigarette, with a hoarse voice he used, he reminded Shinobu of the bullies that he met back then.

The man puffed out his smoke, looking at him with a sinister smile that sent the chill down to his spine.

Shinobu forced the remaining strength to flow to his weakened legs, standing up. As the guy disposed the stick down onto the ground, his heart was sinking quickly before long as he realized that there was only wall behind him. The only way of escape was through this guy.

“Ah? Leaving already?”

He narrowed his eyes and looked into the others defiantly.

“What did you want? If money is what you’re looking for, I have none, so get out of my way.”

“Money?” He smiled. “I could find money anywhere, with methods much easier than this, tss…” he pulled on a mediating stance, which only irritated Shinobu. “No… I’m not looking for money.”

“I’m looking for something tastier.” He looked straight into the brown eyes, which seemed to be trembling in its socket. That satisfied him.

Frightened by the look, Shinobu took a step back. The man advanced towards him. He glanced at his sides while beckoning away. Bad. This is really bad. If he keeps on moving like this, there will really be no way to escape.

He nearly jumped, feeling the cold touch of the bricks through his shirts when his back hit solid.

Xxxx JT xxxX

Resting his chin on his palm, Miyagi groaned aloud. He swept his glance for the nth time towards the door.

Quickly, he snapped back, alerted.

What the hell was he thinking? Why, why, WHY would he think that Shinobu would return and apologize for what he had said? Why was he even hoping for it?

His attention caught by the grandfather clock. Ten minutes haven’t passed since Shinobu left and he was actually starting to miss that brat.

He crossed his arms, determined not to move.

Shinobu will return.

But as time ticked by, he was losing confidence. Guilt found its way into his heart. Annoyed, anxious, restless and irritated at the same time, Miyagi ran out from the apartment, chasing after the tracks his lover left.

Xxxx

“Shinobu.” Knock, knock and knock. Still, no response was heard.

“Shinobu, open up!” Is this kid playing around with him? “Shinobu!” He reached into his pocket for his cell phone, ready to phone the boy when it hit him. He forgot.

Yes. He forgot!

Rampaged deeper into his pocket, he found the branches of keys around the key chains. After picking them out one by one, he found the least familiar key among them, the silver untainted.

How could he forget about the key that Shinobu handed him on the first day he moved in?

Eagerly, he rammed the key into the hole and opened the door. His heart was filled with more guilt when the living room that seemed to be pressing upon him entered his eyes. He hasn’t realized that it was so vacant, so empty until now.

Or, has it always been like this?

His face darkened as he walked into the hall, calling out the teenager’s name.

When was the last time he visit Shinobu’s house?

His voice echoed back on him.

What was this feeling…?

“Shinobu!” He explored more, breaking into a run and banging into the every room.

As he stood at the end of the hall, hyperventilating, his heart was pounding hard. The result revealed that there was no Shinobu in the house.

Glimpsing on last look at the cold walls, he turned and left the house in a dash.

Xxxx

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” The boy shrieked through the night. He was cut off when the man grabbed his jaw. With his whole hand, he muffled his voices. Shinobu struggled, his fists landing on the opponent.

“It doesn’t hurt, kid.” In response, he returned it by slamming Shinobu into the bricks. He cried out in pain. Next second, when he could focus his eyesight, he felt the man pressing onto his body, hard. Fear and disgust flowed through every particle in his body when he felt a wet kiss on his neck. It sent a chill that had nothing to do with the night.

He had never been touched by anyone other than Miyagi. Anger consumed him.

Never.

“Get off!” Not wanting to admit defeat, he tried to wrestle his arms that were now raised high and pinned against the wall. Apparently, he still did not have enough energy compared with the masculine man. When that failed, Shinobu changed his strategy by attempting a kick. It appeared to hit its target.

The other immediately withdrew his face, holding onto his private part, cursing. Shinobu spat and smiled victoriously.

It didn’t last long. A fierce killing stare was directed right into Shinobu’s eyes. He cringed, fearing for the worst.

Miyagi.

He choked when the man’s big palms circled around his throat, applying strength that was way beyond gripping.

“Damn kid.”

Miyagi.

Breathing was becoming more difficult. He drew in air, hungry for more but the grip was so tight, he was choking. The boy tried to fight, but there was no strength left. All his muscles were screaming for oxygen that was slowing depriving with each second. His head was spinning, everything were going in a circle around him.

I need air.

Miyagi, help me.

“Let go of the kid!”

In a blink, the pressure was released. Coughing, Shinobu dropped to the ground as soon as the air flowed in without obstructions. He panted, catching his breath.

“How dare you touch my thing?”

A slam, followed by fists hitting against flesh, cursing and more punching.

Alerted, he opened his eyes wide, staring at the men in front of him twisted in a fight. They widened even more as he recognized the new guy.

Miyagi…?

The smell of blood filled the air. He cringed when the trail of red lined the side of the man’s lips. Obviously, he was on the losing side and was begging to be forgiven. Still, Miyagi continued to attack with unnecessary power.

“Miyagi, stop! You need to stop! You’ll kill him!” He grabbed onto the man’s arms, restraining them. But as proved, his strength was no match. He was slackened off. Gritting his teeth from the pain, he realized that no words could reach the man. He was purely surrounded by the mist of anger. Shinobu shivered at the consequences. He would be responsible as well if Miyagi was imprisoned behind that bars.

He can’t let this happened.

Shinobu plucked up his courage. Before he could think twice about it, he swung his body sideway, back into the battle. His heart was beating really fast that it hurts him. This is like a gamble, where if he fails… he didn’t dare to picture it.

“Miyagi, do you love me?!” He shouted. A moment of distraction was all he needs. He caught hold of the fist that had now lost its strength and leaned forward, capturing the lips.

From behind him, he heard the worthless man whom he had protected scurried off like a scum. He could sense the strength in Miyagi coming back, intending to chase after the guy. But Shinobu stopped him in silent, wrapping him tight, their lips still plastered together.

He released it and stopped kissing when he felt it was enough for Miyagi to calm down. He couldn’t risk overdoing this. The scenes swirled within his mind. It reminded him that they still hadn’t solved their problem.

He gasped.

Miyagi didn’t want to let go. Instead, he was pulled closer.

“M—Miyagi?”

“Sorry, I’m really sorry.”

Shinobu allowed the silence to linger between them. Their gazes met. Breathe held in, seeing the enlargement of those eyes on him. His eyes closed, knowing what was coming. He felt the familiar lips back on his own. It was soft, like usual. Shinobu responded, kissing back. But as it goes on, he sensed something different. A hot passion, an affectionate was melt into the kisses. He couldn’t catch up with Miyagi as he stuck his tongue into his mouth, praying for entry. Gasping, he clung onto the shirt, begging for air while feeling all of them being stolen away. He felt himself shaking, their body pressed close together, the heat building up within his groin. As if that wasn’t enough, Miyagi’s hand was desperately trying to strip him but unsuccessful. He cringed in shock when he was squeezed, sending spasm down thorough his body.

His knees weakened, dropping onto the ground.

“Mi—Miyagi… Don’t you think we should leave this until we get ho… AHH!”

He shut his eyes as the hand went underneath his boxers. He held onto Miyagi’s arms, trembling under the pleasure. His face was flushed red.

“Mi-Miyagi.” Holding onto pieces of his remaining rational sides, Shinobu tried to reason. “This…”

“Do you think I can wait?”

“Nnhh…” Rolling the length in his hand, Miyagi felt the drip wetting his palm.

“And neither can you.”

Planting a soft kiss on the blonde’s forehead, he lifted his leg up to his shoulder’s level.

Shinobu took in deep breathe but no matter how many times they did this, he realized that he could never be prepared for it. He cried when he felt it pushed inside him, stretching his burning muscles apart. Miyagi didn’t wait for him, and thrust in deeper. He flinched.

“AHH… Don’t… do…”

“Shinobu…”

Tears still stuck at the corner of his eyes, he raised his eyes, looking into the dark one.

“Do you want to move in with me?”

Dumbstruck by the sudden question, Shinobu didn’t give his answer straight at the point. Miyagi never ever asked him this kind of question.

It makes him…

He squirmed again, as he felt Miyagi drove in again without forewarning.

“Mi—Miya…mm…” The man muffled Shinobu’s voices with his kisses.

Feel so…

He increased the speed, thrusting in and out, breaking him down. He squirmed further, twisting and slide down onto the floor when he felt something exploded within him. As if that wasn’t enough, Miyagi flipped and squished his prostate which elicited a moan from the boy. He reached up and began pumping him. Shinobu was moaning out in pleasure.

Feel so…

“Ah… M--Miyagi… Um… I’m … going to…”

The muscles spasm, enclosing around Miyagi’s, feeling at the same time the white liquid spurted out from both within him and from his own. They both panted, catching their breath to repay the oxygen debt.

“Baka.” Shinobu cursed, looking at the mess they had made on the ground.

“No one’s going to know it’s yours.” Miyagi smiled.

“IDIOT!” Even his ears were red like tomato, how could he ever make him cry?

“Shinobu.” Arms outstretched, he pulled Shinobu tight into his bare chest and held onto him.

“Wh-What…?”

“I’m never going to let go of you. So please, live with me.”

Feel so…

“Baka…” His voice trembled. “How could I say no...?”

Happy…

Xxxx JR xxxX

Misaki stopped dead in his tracks. How could he…? He felt his body shaking.

How could this possibly happened?

Stock of shock waves washed through him, one after another, as he stood along on the street, looking across at the modern apartment in front of him.

Xxxx JE xxxX

‘What took him so long…?’ Hiroki crossed his arms, his eyes focus on the corridor leading into their bedroom, his nose picking up the mixture of the rose alcohol and a variety of food arranged nicely on the table. With two glasses filled with the red wine, the candle lighting up a romantic mood in the room.

He sighed, feeling nervous but at the same time, upset.

How long is Nowaki planning to make him wait?

TBC

A/N Thanks to

kawaii hime-sama, Ame Hikiana, Annabel Newman, Lemonysh, Cherry-Anne Sponge, yamasasha, mikuridaigo, Aella Yuki, Twilight Cherry and toolazytoologin

for the reviews.

Reply to toolazytoologin: I'm so glad you noticed it! Yes, something happened, but it's nothing important... Shinobu fainted due to fever.