AN: I've got inspiration again for this fic however it won't be a long series. Concurrently, I'm working on updating chapters of other fics as well. I hope it is to everyone's liking. Please enjoy!
Two days has passed since Rin has found the balcony to be a favored retreat. He discovered the faint noises from down below to be far more pleasing than the eerie solitude within.
The sound of the sliding door opening alerted the host. Immediately hope swell within his chest and he turn his head swiftly to greet familiar green orbs but found a different set instead. He schooled his features then cleared his rusty vocals before he spoke.
"Jin! When did you came ba—"
A packet wrapped in a white envelope sail through the air and landed on Rin's lap. Obviously it was meant for him.
It was pointless of him to ask when he's in the process of opening it, but Rin couldn't help himself considering he hasn't spoken to anyone else in two days.
"It's your one way ticket back to Tokyo."
The packet dropped to the floor and parts of the contents spilled out. Rin thrust forward upon his feet.
Regardless of the urgency that spilled from his interjection, Jin, his mentor and caretaker for over a decade took his sweet time folding his black trench coat over the lounge chair across from Rin. Jin then reached inside his inner breast pocket of his dark grey suit jacket and retrieved his pack of Dunhill light. Rin waited through a click of flames followed by a soft exhale before he got his reply.
"What do you expect of your little tantrum?"
A dusting of red dash across the bridge of his nose before the dampen anger from two days ago return to the fore. His fists tauten and his small frame shook with the memory.
"I wasn't throwing a tantrum! That brute tried to maul me several nights ago when he was stinking drunk and he's not even old enough to drink in any country. Then he has the gall to pretend nothing happened the next day later! He didn't even apologize!"
Per usual, Jin's assessing gaze was condescending at best.
"As much as you have him wrapped around your pinky finger, he doesn't have to, Rin. Your stubborn will can be an asset or a curse. How many times must I tell you: you need to pick your battles?"
Rin hated it when Jin doesn't take his side.
"I didn't wage this one!"
When his mentor didn't respond, the young host's anger deflated. The sudden mood swing left him disoriented. Then finally after finishing off his cigarette, Jin deemed to respond with one of his cryptic one liner.
"It no longer matter, you've already lost the war."
The ominous overtone left Rin even more baffled.
"What do you mean?"
Taking his time, knowing how torturous the suspense was making Rin feel, Jin reached out and discarded the cigarette butt in the crystal ash tray atop the metal table. Next he turned around and propped both his forearms on the balcony railing then his right hand pulled up to support his chin. The senior host's pose was more than relaxed but it gave Rin little assurance. He knew most of Jin's telltale signs, thus he braced himself for the news.
"His agent told me this suite is paid for until your flight leaves in two days. Settle your affairs here then pack whatever you can and have the rest of your stuff shipped out by the concierge."
Outraged couldn't begin to describe the anger boiling over once again through Rin's small frame. He marched over to the balcony beside Jin and began his seething rant.
"He's evicting me! Why? Ian normally waits about a week before he crawls back and apologizes anyways."
Jin turned to face his young prodigy and lean against the railing. He shook his head before he spoke with an admonishing tone.
"He won't be crawling back this time, Rin."
Something didn't sit well with how Jin was talking to him. It wasn't his usual pep talk. Rin felt a sinking feeling in his gut. He tipped his head to the side and asked cautiously.
"Jin, what are you not telling me?"
With a theatrical sigh, his mentor straighten up and brush away some loose imaginary bangs away from his forehead before his jaw visibly tightens and a grimace thins his lips.
"As of last night, your contract with Ian Sanders has officially been terminated."
At first, Rin couldn't quite understand this message, but then he remembered what almost happened last time. The bastard had avoided him despite still being under contract until Aoe-sama had to intervene. What game was the airhead model playing now?
Frustrated, Rin turned about face and was ready to storm through the suite. He got as far as the sliding door when Jin spoke up.
"Where are you going?"
His steps abruptly halted. Was it him or did he heard humor in his mentor's voice? No matter. Rin was going to tear a new hole for his lover to breathe with. Instead he threw a milder threat over his shoulders.
"I want to talk to Ian!"
"You can't. His agent requested that you respect his client's privacy."
That was most definitely humor he heard. What was so funny about this situation? Rin turned about face once more and demanded.
"What? I can't even talk to the idiot now?"
Jin by now has resumed his previous position of overlooking the balcony view of central Milan. Another cigarette dangled on his lips when he spoke.
"You're lucky the idiot didn't press charges or sue Blue Boy for unspecified damages. If you don't relent, his agent will insist he takes libel actions. Give it up Rin or you'll find a restraining order on your doorstep."
Rin can safely say he's now passed the point of outrage and into the realms of disbelief
"This is stupid! It's probably just a scratch—"
"Rin, have you've seen the damage that you've wrought?"
He couldn't believe what he heard. Was Jin really chastising him? The young host searched the side profile of his mentor's face for any tinge of humor. That he could deal with, a serious Jin however scared him. He gave up after a full minute and dipped his head in acknowledgement.
"No... how hurt is he?"
Silence and the burning smell of Dunhills filled the air. What he heard next threw him for a loop.
"His agent says Ian's career could be over."
"His agent is overreacting."
Sure enough, the expression on Jin's face was what he dreaded to see.
"It wasn't his agent who made the request, Rin."
No. He won't cry. He just won't. Rin couldn't stand the disapproving grimace on his mentor's face so he turned his gaze anywhere else but Jin. They landed on the white envelop still on the floor. Hot tears pool at the rim of his eyes.
"How many times must I tell you Rin, don't mar his face. It's his livelihood."
His heart twisted with this revelation and wet trails formed droplets onto his blue hitoe garment. It was with a small voice devoid of life when he spoke.
"…I know that, but it wasn't on purpose."
Warm hands pulled him into a welcoming embrace. Rin couldn't help but desire differently. It gave him little comfort. With a sigh Jin whispered quietly to his ears.
"It's never on purpose with you."