Kagefumi (02/29)
Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (dani_mathoz)
Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Ohmiya (main), Aiba x ? (mentioned)
Genre: Romance and Angst
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'Two lonely and suffered hearts look in the shadows of an agitated city, the light that can free them from the darkness in which they live'
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;
Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥
CHAPTER 2
“Goodbye for now...
This is goodbye...
In a corner of this lively city, there’s a me that can’t do anything
Getting anywhere, I’m just wearing myself out
My heart is still shaking
White smoke escapes in a sigh
I can’t even remember your warmth
Worn out, searching for an answer that shouldn’t even be given,
I fall asleep again tonight
Because I can’t forget, because I can’t forget...”
Sayonara no ato de
Ninomiya Kazunari rested his head in the tiles to allow the lukewarm water to run freely over his body. With his eyes closed, he focused in the sensation of the water drops against his skin, as if giving him a pleasant and therapeutic massage.
Unavoidably, the caress from the water jet brought back the memories of the surreal sex he had just made. He remembered the bold hands traveling over his body; the kisses and bites that left marks on his skin; the hungry tongue exploring his mouth, his chest and his belly; and the friction of their skin in those repeated moves, full of pain and pleasure.
Libidinously pleasant.
With a satisfied half smile, he turned off the shower and dried his body with a ragged, but perfectly white towel. He fixed his bleached hair the best he could and dressed his underwear and jeans before leaving the bathroom.
He sneaked his way around, to avoid waking up the man that slept face down and uncovered on the double bed. While dressing the t-shirt and the long sleeved shirt, he observed his perfect silhouette, his tanned skin, the balanced muscles and the perfect bottom. He realized he hasn't moved even an inch since he had fell asleep.
The expression, of a worn out boy after a whole day of mischiefs, would never remind him of the vigorous and dominant man of an hour ago, even if, when relaxed, he kept a melancholic, almost pathetic face.
He sighed, suddenly eager to know more about him, a thousand questions forming in his mind. Who was he? What did he do? Was he a loner as well? How old was he? 27? 28? He didn’t seem to be much older than him.
Shaking his head to return to reality he made himself the last question: what was the point in knowing? He wasn’t someone he could get involved with, after all.
He got down, a bit frustrated, in order to take his socks from the floor. One of them was under the stranger’s jeans. More out of need than of curiosity, he looked through the pockets. Differently from the other times, however, he barely payed attention to the notes inside the wallet. His fingers searched for the ID of the interesting man with whom he had just spent the night.
Ohno Satoshi...
The name was as pretty as its owner.
That was all he was going to get about him, he decided. He had already gone too far. His casual lays never had a name and that was how they should remain. He threw the wallet on the floor, not bothering in placing it where he found it; he put his socks and boots on and left the bedroom without looking back.
When he hit the street, he hugged his owned body, realizing how the fall of the outer temperature of the night was opposed to the heat of the bedroom. Aimlessly, he started to walk slowly, feeling the breeze against his face, listening to the sound of the people and the cars and losing himself in the lights of the town. They have always fascinated and calmed him, freeing him from his internal shadows, but creating them as well.
Aimlessly...
He didn’t want to go home, if he could call the tiny bedroom he lived in such a thing. Besides, it was too early to return. It wasn’t even midnight and, despite of the chill of the night, the weather was pleasant for a good walk.
He walked for a while, until he stopped in front of a convenience store, when he realized there has been a while since he have eaten something. He just had two beers paid by Ohno at the dance club. He checked his pockets after some money and smiled when he found enough to buy something satisfying.
- Ni...no! - he heard the joyful call at the same time a Strong body was thrown against his back, almost making him drop the crepe he had just bought at a nearby shop.
- Ren?
- Yoh! - the tall yougster greeted him. - What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be working?
- I have changed my shift with a colleague; I’m working in the afternoon now. And you?
- It’s my day off - he answered with a smile. - Are you free now?
- Yeah, I was just about to go home.
- So, what about a change of plans? We are making a gathering at Miura-senpai’s, we just came to get some beer - he pointed in the direction of two other guys who were filling a car with boxes of the said drink. - Would you care to join us?
Ninomiya felt his heart throbbing with the mention to the senpai’s name, lost between two opposite feelings. There had been a long time since he saw his ex-boyfriend for the last time and he didn’t know if he was ready to see him again. Not for still having any romantic feels for him, on the contrary. However, Miura Hayato had been responsible for his purest memories and his most degraded ones as well.
- I wish I could, but I’m out of cash - he pointed, trying to escape the invitation.
- It’s ok! - his former classmate insisted. - We bought enough. Besides, I’m sure senpai will love seeing you again. Come on! - decided his friend, throwing an arm aroung him and dragging him towards the car, without giving him any way out.
Without an escape, in fifteen minutes they arrived at a traditional house in a more secluded area Nino knew quite well. It wasn’t as crowded as he imagined, he counted something around twelve people. Most of them, he had never seen before; specially the too joyful girls, certainly hypered up by the high level of alcohol running in their veins.
- Senpai! Look who I found, lost in the middle of the night?
A tall man, with dark hair falling until his shoulders, smiled as soon as he saw him.
- Kazu? Is that really you? - he took him into a warm embrace. - Where have you been? I’ve missed you.
- How have you been, senpai?
- I’m fine. And you? What’s behind this blond hair?
- I just felt like changing... Don’t you like it?
- It’s great, as always! Actually, you’re even prettier than the last time I saw you.
Nino felt his face burning.
- You look great as well, senpai.
- Nino? - cried a new voice, getting closer. - What are you doing here? I thought you would be enjoying your night with the victim you’ve found today.
- Victim? Who is Kyoichi talking about? - asked Ren, giving him a beer can.
- I saw him in the beginning of the night at Cool & Soul - answered Kyoichi himself, his arms around one of the girls. - I was going to greet him, but he seemed quite busy, dancing with a stranger on the dance floor. I saw when they left together…
- Really? And how was the night?
- How it was supposed to be - Nino answered evasively to the host’s question, while sitting down on the sofa.
- How much did you take from him?
- I don’t give myself for money the way you do, Kyoichi…
- Oh, come on, Nino? Will you tell me you’ve never cleaned out a wallet after a one night stand?
Nino’s laughter resounded through the room.
- Only when the sex is not worthy and I feel like I need some kind of compensation...
- That means tonight’s guy was great in bed?
- This you’ll never know... - Nino smiled, avoiding Ren’s curiosity.
Actually, even if he wanted to answer, he wouldn’t know what to say. If he were to compare with other times, it had been different from the approach to the sex. However, he couldn’t say if it had been his best. He wouldn’t deny that, until that very minute, his body felt the effects of the man’s hunger and, as much as he wanted to forget, he would still see flashes of their night: the random talk about places to watch live performances of great bands, their bodies moving sensually to the rhythm of the music, the hungry and unexpected kiss in the middle of the dance floor, the invitation to go to a more reserved place…
- Hey, Nino!
- Hum?
- Do you have your head in the clouds?
- I was just thinking about some things I have to take care of - he lied, when he noticed his thoughts about Ohno had taken him out of track for a moment.
- Any problems? - Miura-senpai asked, joining Ren and him on the sofá.
- The same as ever: bills to pay.
- You said you’re working in the afternoon, right? - remembered Ren. - If you need some cash, they are always in need of help in the warehouse I work at night.
Nino raised his eyebrows, considering the idea. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to extend his work shift, fixing storages, loading and unloading goods all night long, even more if he took into account his difficulties to sleep.
- Do you need money? I can give you some...
- Thanks, Miura-senpai, but I’m fine.
The older man placed a hand on his shoulder.
- Why don’t you call me Hayato the way you used to before? I don’t remember you worrying so much about formalities with me.
- I must have changed a little. We are not the teenagers we used to be ten years ago anymore - he said, controlling himself not to add that, at that time, he was still a naïve dreamer that believed in the beauty and simplicity of life.
- You’re right - the host smiled. - But we are still friends, aren’t we? And to prove it, I have a gift for you, guys… - he announced, taking out of the pocket two small plastic packages.
The men in the room, apart from Ninomiya, were thrilled, shouting in excitement. The women gave out satisfied squeaks, while clapping their hands.
- I can guarantee it’s quite a good product.
- You’re the best, senpai! - Kyoichi complimented him, leaving the girl he was making out with to get closer to the table to touch the material, spreading it over the glass.
- Kazu, why don’t you go first? Like the old times… - Miura’s hand went, in intimate way, up one of his legs, stopping close to his groin, where he pressed lightly.
Nino knew the intention behind that gesture better than anyone and he hesitated at first. Besides, there has been a long time since he used that kind of drug, since he was now used to the meths. But who was he trying to deceive? Even if his reason said no, his body reacted in contrary, falling on his knees in front of the table.
The effect of the powder went faster and much more powerful than he imagined and, suddenly, the tiredness he felt a few minutes before was replaced by an uncontrollable and exaggerated euphoria. All his body was wrapped into a surreal energy, as if he was the most powerful being in the whole Universe, even if it was just an illusion.
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