Ryusei yori Dango (Boys over shooting stars) Chapter 8
Title: Ryusei yori Dango (Boys over shooting stars)
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Matsumiya
Summary: Years after two boys made a wish under the Leonid meteor showers, the meet once again.
Disclaimer: Fans write fan fiction. This is a fan fiction. Therefore I’m a fan. Fans don’t own the characters. Or the dramas. But they definitely own the plot.
Author’s notes: If you have read my previous fics, I did mention something a Ryusei yori dango. I was thinking: since I’ve already came up with a name, why not write a fic about it? So here it is!
Chapter 8:
“Ninomiya Kazunari, get your ass over here!” bellowed Oikawa Sosuke.
Nino woke up with a start as he heard his name being called. After a long day at the restaurant and having to tolerate Jun and his associate staying in the store for over three hours, he was hoping for some well deserved sleep, but apparently, that was impossible.
“Oikawa-san, you called?” asked Nino as he entered his guardian’s room, hoping his guardian wasn’t drunk. Nino flinched at the sight of the room, the room where he was nearly beaten to death on many occasions when he was younger.
“You’re following me to the club tonight,” growled Oikawa, “hurry up and get changed,”
Nino complied, and minutes later he found himself a few feet behind Oikawa, following him to the club which he patronises every night.
“Sosuke-chan! Nice to see you again!” greeted the owner of the bar “And it looks like you brought that kid along” he remarked scanning Nino.
“Yeah,” replied Oikawa, he turned to Nino, “You’re working here tonight, to pay off my bill,”
“Hai,” mumbled Nino as he shuffled to the counter. This isn’t the first time he was forced to do this. At the rate Oikawa drinks, he was quite fortunate he only had to work at this crap place once in a while.
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“Jun, you should be working on that project with the Ikuta Group,” chided Sho
Sho found himself in the limo as he and Jun headed to some club.
“I’m surveying the club to see if it’s fit for me to have a business meeting there,” reasoned Jun, folding his arms across his chest.
Sho sighed in defeat.
“We’re here,” informed Jun’s chauffer.
Sho gave him a quick nod and followed Jun out of the limo. Once they got in, Jun immediately headed to the counter, while Sho was surrounded by a group of desperate girls who wanted to ‘get to know’ this hottie.
“Tequila,” he ordered the bartender, “make it snappy,”
The bartender looked up.
“It’s you, huh? That hamburger guy,” remarked Jun, somewhat surprised at seeing the waiter from the restaurant earlier.
“It’s Ninomiya,” replied Nino calmly as he handed over Jun’s drink, “Matsumoto-san, right?”
Jun ignored his question and snatched the glass from Nino even before it was placed on the counter top, their hands accidentally brushing.
When he was done with his drink, which was only seconds later, Jun replaced the glass on the counter violently, “So waiter by day, bartender by night?”
“Just today,”
“One more tequila,”
Half and hour and 9 tequilas later, Nino found himself with a very drunk Jun.
“One more,” mumbled Jun as he laid on the counter, shoving his shot glass at Nino.
“I think that’s enough for one night,” said Nino taking the glass, but not refilling it.
“I don’t care!” yelled Jun, attracting the attention of majority of the club, “I will have my tequila,”
Not wanting to cause any trouble which might result in a sound beating from Oikawa, Nino rushed over to Jun’s side and tried to support him despite Jun being taller than him, “is your car outside or something? I’ll take you there,”
Jun didn’t reply, instead, he reached towards Nino’s face and caress his cheeks, “Your eyes resemble someone I once knew,”
“Matsumoto-san,” said Nino, getting more and more uneasy by the second, “you’re drunk!”
Jun continued violating Nino’s face by stroking his lips with his thumb, “such soft lips,”
Nino felt his face turn red as Jun snaked his other arm around his waist and pulled the shorter man closer.
“Ebisu Garden Place, Clock Tower Square, at 1o’clock” whispered Jun, a little too seductively.
Courtesy of Nino’s body going rigid, when Jun’s free hand travelled down Nino’s stomach to his zippers, Nino and Jun crashed into a glass table, causing it to smash into bits.
“Jun!” cried a voice.
Nino and Jun both turned to the direction of the voice. It was Sho.
“Sakurai-san, help me,” pleaded Nino, as Jun heavy body exerted a colossal amount of pressure on his thin frame.
Sho didn’t need to be told twice, he dashed over to the counter, jumping over a few tables as he did so, and relief Nino of Jun.
“I apologise on Jun’s behalf,” said Sho quickly as he exited with Jun like a limp doll beside him.
Once they were out, Nino found hundreds of eye looking towards his direction. One of them belonged to Oikawa.
“Nice going, Ninomiya,”