[Multi-chapter] Blood on blood (EPILOGUE)
Title: Blood on blood
Author: tsuchi8562
Beta: xxdaviexx ArigaPYON, Twiny~~!!
Pairing: SakurAiba
Genre: AU, romance, angst
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only plot is mine.
*MASTERPOST*
Sakurai stood firmly in front of a big tomb. He was praying and crying calmly and quietly. It was his first visit to the cemetery. His lack of courage and the painful memories had not allowed him to visit sooner. His work as a journalist also requested great commitment, but he had to face the ghost of his life. No matter what had happened in his private life, the show needed to go on. Even if he did not want to, the world was still spinning around and he had to become part of it again. Sho sighed one more time and, touching the gravestone gently, smiled.
- Thank you… for allowing me to meet the greatest person it the world… Thank you, Shin…
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- What are you doing? You should be in bed! Did you forget the doctor’s orders?
- I know what the doctor said, but lying down all day long is boring! Especially if I am to be alone…
- Masaki! You know that you need a solid rest! - The newscaster smiled with relief. Many months have passed since the horrible events they had lived through. Still, Sho was thankful for having taken Aiba to the hospital in time to save him. He was never going to forget the feeling of uncertainty that took control over him during Aiba’s recovery. Not even the doctors knew if the bartender would survive the remnants of the aggressions he had been exposed to. The process had been painful, but it succeeded in bringing Aiba back. The younger man was alive and getting closer to a full recovery. This fact erased all suffering, bringing joy to their lives and the promise of a new and brighter future.
A subtle kiss brought Sakurai back to present time. A pair of soft lips was touching his lips while a sweet tongue was gently exploring his mouth. The kiss was awakening Sho’s passion. He was starting to feel insatiable and that worried him. Aiba was still weak to assimilate dynamic activities. Sakurai was not going to be able to contain himself if he did not stop Aiba’s manifestations of affection. For this reason, he pushed his lover away as gently as possible and hugged him instead.
- That’s not fair, you know? I’m fully healthy now… - Aiba said cuddling tighter and trying to put his hand under the caster’s shirt. This move made Sakurai laugh and firmly move away from his lover, standing next to the window.
- You’re not healthy yet. Oh, I forgot to tell you… I talked with the doctor and she said that, if you behave like a good boy, you can return home in a few days. And THAT wasn’t a good boy’s behavior.
The bartender sighed. He was happy to know that he would soon be leaving the hospital. However, Aiba wanted to leave now. He was tired of the same four walls, the disgusting food, the lonely nights, and the lack of freedom. He was sure that, as soon as he returned home, the terrifying things that had taken place a long time ago would finally be forgotten. Everything was still recent, but they were moving on. Sho had bought a new apartment at the other end of the city. They couldn’t leave Tokyo, but moving to new surroundings would help ease the pain and start a new life.
The newscaster turned around and tried to watch through the window. Even if he didn’t want to think about it, his thoughts went back to Ohno and his poor little servant. Were they alive? The Moratorium had been permanently closed. The explosion had destroyed the building. Only a reconstruction of the establishment could have prevented the club from shutting down. Since no one claimed the premises, the space was put on sale. Since no one bought it, the municipality had decided to take the place down permanently. Sakurai sighed. It was time for him to leave the past behind and think only about the hands that held him tightly now, the lips that softly tickled his neck, and the heart that loved him so much. Nothing else mattered.
A pair of cold eyes was looking straight into the caster’s eyes. Those were the same pupils he had seen back then… after leaving that hell… Suddenly, all worries disappeared.
On the street, in front of the hospital, the short man was staring at the window. He was trying to make sure that someone he cared about was doing OK. He was not expecting to meet with him. Only knowing about his well-being was enough. Then, his eyes had met Sakurai’s. He smiled, turned around, and walked away to an unknown direction. Aiba was OK. Finally, he was going to be able to start a new journey. A journey that he hoped to experience with someone else…
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Ninomiya hit the alarm clock with all his might, smashing it. It was his first night in Tokyo. He didn’t even know why he had returned, especially after the results of Ohno’s revenge. The photographer was just tired of running away, moving from one city to the next in search of a job. There was one other reason that made him come back. Ninomiya tried hard not to admit it, but he had failed. He wanted to see Matsumoto. Kazunari wasn’t sure as to why exactly he needed to see that pretty boy. He just knew that it didn’t matter. He had already decided to follow his own desires. He deserved to have some pleasures in life as well. Five minutes after waking up, the paparazzo went out. He was headed to TBS Studio, where Jun was shooting his new drama.
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- Kawaii-ko-chan~~! Long time no see, ne? - The photographer said loudly with a cute voice. The actor froze and started looking everywhere to find the source of the sound. He perfectly knew who had talked, but he just wanted to make sure that he had not gone insane.
- My… Oh, my… Who do we have here? A sneaky little mosquito… Did you come back to take some pictures of a newborn star?
- Yes… I’m waiting for her now actually. Would you happen to know when is she coming out?
Both men started to laugh. Without realizing it, they had started to walk toward Matsumoto’s car. None of them knew who had been the first one of them to steal a forceful kiss to the other as soon as they got in the car. Soon, their hands followed their movements. The windows became foggy, giving them the feeling of privacy they needed and longed for. A hot day had just begun, promising new and even hotter sensations.
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A man was standing near the TBS studio, watching the two men closely. His anger rose after every passing minute. He knew, however, that he needed to calm down. So, he took a few deep breaths and started to think things through. Yes… The battle had been lost, but the war wasn’t over.
After all, revenge is the delight of the gods.