You're Mine - Chapter Three
Title: Ch.03 - Who Are You?
Pairing: Kato/?
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chapter
Genre: Slash, chapter, mystery, first person.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone related to JE. These are only ideas floating around my head that I decided to write about.
Summary: Shige begins to get strange notes from an anonymous source. He doesn't know if they're a prank, or if they're for real. Most of all though, he has no idea who it is that's leaving the notes for him.
A/N: So now things will start to heat up. With the last two chapters, I was really only writing about Shige getting the notes, but now there will be more interactions between him and the other guys. This chapter has taken the longest so far, other than just getting things figured out while I was writing the first. It's a bit longer than the other two, but a lot happens! ^_^ I hope you all enjoy it!
After a few minutes of freaking out internally I started to get an idea. I wanted to catch him. If someone was going to leave me these notes and treat me like this, I wanted to know who it was. I'd already gotten a note that day, so that night I decided to plan a trap for him. Or several. I didn't know when I might catch him, so I knew I had to be both careful and patient. I couldn't let him realize I was doing it either. Then he'd know and I might never figure out who it was. I thought about what I knew. So far he hadn't left the note in the same place twice in a row. It was possible that he might use my jacket again or the food.
~Day Six~
The next day I put my plan into action, carefully watching my bandmates from the beginning to the end, although also trying not to be too obvious. I sat my bag in the food room, along with my jacket. Leaving them both in the same place was a way for me to be able to keep an eye on both. That way all of my things would be in one place, so I could possibly catch him better. After that I went into the room where Masuda was doing crunches while a sucker stuck out of his mouth. I shook my head out of habit, although I felt like my mind was definitely somewhere else and it was difficult to look at any of them the same anymore. I walked over to an empty couch, taking note of who was and wasn't in the room. Tegoshi was flipping through a magazine, perched on the edge of a table not so far away. I moved closer to him and pretended to peek over his shoulder. He looked over and raised his eyebrows when he saw me.
"Nothing good," he answered before I even had time to ask what he was looking at. "Did you just get here?"
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, is anyone else here yet?"
Tegoshi shook his head and looked over at Masuda. "Just us three as far as I know. The others should be here soon though. Hopefully." He added the last word with a little bit of an edge. I couldn't help but smile a little, thinking about how Tegoshi reacted to being on time when other people were late. I had always thought that it made him feel a little smug because in a way he had beaten them. When he was late though, he never seemed to mind that he'd made other people wait.
Moving back towards the couch I noticed that Masuda had finished doing sit ups and had moved over to throw a towel around his shoulders. He looked over at me and I realized I had been staring a little, something I had taken to doing to all the guys recently. He smiled and nodded his head once, looking cheerful. I attempted to smile back and turned away. God, what if it was Masuda? My eyes moved back to Tegoshi who's eyes were once again glued to the magazine, making me wonder if there really wasn't anything interesting in there. I also couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Tegoshi?
About ten minutes later I looked up to see Ryo walk in. He was rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his messy hair. He moved directly to Tegoshi and took the magazine out of his hand, without once looking at me. I looked at him though. God, what if it was Ryo? Somehow it all just seemed so unlikely though. I looked at all of them and couldn't help but think that. A couple of minutes later Ryo left the room again, quickly followed by Tegoshi. I looked at Masuda and he shrugged. "Probably going to look for some breakfast." I felt my insides clench at the thought that now two of them were out of the room and my bag and jacket were all by themselves. I slowly stood and offered the excuse that I was hungry too before heading out the door. I wanted to catch someone, no matter who it was.
Heading back to the food room, I slowly made my way towards the door. I peaked in to see Tegoshi and Ryo standing in there. There wasn't anything in there to eat, and Tegoshi was complaining about being hungry. I sighed inwardly, thinking there was no way either one of them would do something while the other was there. Unless they were both in on it.
"What are you doing?" I heard a pleasant voice behind me ask as a hand rested on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin, letting out a startled yelp before turning to see Yamapi looking surprised by my reaction. Koyama was standing a few feet behind him, looking at me with a tilted head and a slightly puzzled expression.
"Nothing," I managed to gasp out between ragged breaths. Ryo and Tegoshi came to the door to see what was going on, and they all had a good laugh at my expense. I was sour the rest of the day. I had tried to laugh with them, but I knew they could tell I was sulking. Tegoshi even told me it was cute at some point. I hated him for a moment.
Towards the end of the day I started to realize I wasn't going to get a note, and I felt like I knew why. I'd been caught. Everyone knew what happened, and the guy who left me the notes would know that I was trying to catch him. He would have to realize that. I certainly wasn't willing to put it past him. I was sitting on a couch, my head back and my eyes closed, thinking that it really sucked how much I'd botched things up. I should have come up with a better plan. Now I might not get another chance.
"Shige," I heard a familiar voice. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know that it was Koyama sitting down beside me. "Mmm?" I murmured in response, wishing that I wouldn't have to come back to reality. I didn't know how to deal with what was going on anymore.
"You're acting really odd. Getting jumpy so much, and peaking at Ryo and Tegoshi." I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at him. He was looking at me, head tilted slightly, a concerned look on his face. I couldn't help but think that it couldn't be Koyama, that he wouldn't do something like that to me. And I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to tell him, because he could help me out. He could help me figure out who was really doing it. "Is something going on?"
His question seemed to seep into me like a sharp knife. "I..." I paused, uncertain. I couldn't decide whether or not I should tell him. I wanted to talk to someone, but I was afraid that he might be the one doing it. I don't know why I was so afraid of that. If it was him then I would be able to confront him. Somehow though, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I was almost glad for a moment, that I hadn't figured out who it was. But then I was frustrated because I couldn't make it stop.
"I'm fine," I started to say, getting interrupted right at the end of my words by Tegoshi walking over. I wouldn't have been able to just tell him even if I wanted to.
"Is everything okay?" He asked, looking concerned as well. I sighed and let my head fall back against the couch. I could feel Koyama shrug beside me.
I was right when I thought that I wouldn't get another letter that day. Or the following four days. I felt kind of a nervous excitement that maybe he wasn't going to leave me any more notes. But I wasn't sure if I was really happy or not about that thought. Even if he stopped now, it still didn't change the facts that I already knew. If I didn't find out who it was, then I wouldn't ever feel completely comfortable around the other members again.
~Day Eleven~
At some point in the morning I had realised it had been over a week and a half since I started getting the letters, and over half of a week since I got the last one. I woke up with my stomach in knots and I had no idea how to explain the way I was feeling. But I knew that everything felt so unresolved, that the tension inside of me felt like it was about to explode. I didn't know when or if I'd get another letter until about halfway through the day when I found one in the front pouch of my bag. When I saw the now familiar red paper, I felt my chest leap with nervous excitement. I reached down, and after looking around to make sure no one was around, I opened the letter.
Did you miss my letters? I missed leaving them for you. But I had to make my point somehow. I didn't like what you tried to do. It's not time yet, for us to face each other. I can't stop you from trying to figure out who I am, but don't try to catch me leaving you a note. That's too cheap Shige. If you want to know who I am, then pay attention. Maybe you'll notice it in the way I look at you, or maybe in the way I touch you. I really love touching you, even if it's just our shoulders brushing against each other. I'm sorry for leaving you for so long, but in return for you not saying anything to anyone, I've included that gift I mentioned. Wear it, from now on. You can keep your other necklace on, but wear this one too. It'll make me happy, and it will be one step closer to knowing who I am.
I stared at the note, wondering where the necklace was since I only had the note in my hand. I reached back down in my bag, my fingers brushing against a small envelope. I pulled it out and tore it open. As I pulled out the necklace, I felt like I was in a state of shock. There was a short necklace, that wouldn't sink easily under my shirt. The chain was a dark metal, and there was a circular disk hanging on the end with some kind of symbol on it that I didn't recognize. It was pretty, but I wasn't sure if I should wear it. Wouldn't that just encourage him? But I did want to know who he was. Putting the necklace and letter back into my bag, I decided I would make up my mind later.
It was about lunchtime when an idea occurred to me. I was eating, trying not to be too obvious as I looked around the room and wondered who was leaving me the notes. Yamapi and Ryo were talking as they ate. Tegoshi was bugging Koyama about something, I wasn't really sure of. But Koyama looked more pleased by the attention than really annoyed. Masuda was eating while looking at a fashion pamphlet. I didn't think much about it at first, but then something about Masuda being on his own reminded me of something. I couldn't remember if anyone had mentioned the incident earlier to Masuda. He hadn't been around. My whole body felt like it jumped as I realised that if he didn't know, then I might be able to rule someone out. I felt myself move before I'd even made the decision to. I moved closer to Masuda and sat beside him. I didn't want to ask him about the magazine because he would start going on and on forever if it was about clothes. He glanced up and smiled at me. I felt my stomach turn in nervousness. I didn't want anyone else to notice what I was doing, so I made sure no one was looking too closely or near enough to hear.
"So, I was wondering something." At my words, Masuda let his magazine drop a little and turned his attention to me.
"What is it?"
Pairing: Kato/?
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chapter
Genre: Slash, chapter, mystery, first person.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone related to JE. These are only ideas floating around my head that I decided to write about.
Summary: Shige begins to get strange notes from an anonymous source. He doesn't know if they're a prank, or if they're for real. Most of all though, he has no idea who it is that's leaving the notes for him.
A/N: So now things will start to heat up. With the last two chapters, I was really only writing about Shige getting the notes, but now there will be more interactions between him and the other guys. This chapter has taken the longest so far, other than just getting things figured out while I was writing the first. It's a bit longer than the other two, but a lot happens! ^_^ I hope you all enjoy it!
After a few minutes of freaking out internally I started to get an idea. I wanted to catch him. If someone was going to leave me these notes and treat me like this, I wanted to know who it was. I'd already gotten a note that day, so that night I decided to plan a trap for him. Or several. I didn't know when I might catch him, so I knew I had to be both careful and patient. I couldn't let him realize I was doing it either. Then he'd know and I might never figure out who it was. I thought about what I knew. So far he hadn't left the note in the same place twice in a row. It was possible that he might use my jacket again or the food.
~Day Six~
The next day I put my plan into action, carefully watching my bandmates from the beginning to the end, although also trying not to be too obvious. I sat my bag in the food room, along with my jacket. Leaving them both in the same place was a way for me to be able to keep an eye on both. That way all of my things would be in one place, so I could possibly catch him better. After that I went into the room where Masuda was doing crunches while a sucker stuck out of his mouth. I shook my head out of habit, although I felt like my mind was definitely somewhere else and it was difficult to look at any of them the same anymore. I walked over to an empty couch, taking note of who was and wasn't in the room. Tegoshi was flipping through a magazine, perched on the edge of a table not so far away. I moved closer to him and pretended to peek over his shoulder. He looked over and raised his eyebrows when he saw me.
"Nothing good," he answered before I even had time to ask what he was looking at. "Did you just get here?"
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, is anyone else here yet?"
Tegoshi shook his head and looked over at Masuda. "Just us three as far as I know. The others should be here soon though. Hopefully." He added the last word with a little bit of an edge. I couldn't help but smile a little, thinking about how Tegoshi reacted to being on time when other people were late. I had always thought that it made him feel a little smug because in a way he had beaten them. When he was late though, he never seemed to mind that he'd made other people wait.
Moving back towards the couch I noticed that Masuda had finished doing sit ups and had moved over to throw a towel around his shoulders. He looked over at me and I realized I had been staring a little, something I had taken to doing to all the guys recently. He smiled and nodded his head once, looking cheerful. I attempted to smile back and turned away. God, what if it was Masuda? My eyes moved back to Tegoshi who's eyes were once again glued to the magazine, making me wonder if there really wasn't anything interesting in there. I also couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Tegoshi?
About ten minutes later I looked up to see Ryo walk in. He was rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his messy hair. He moved directly to Tegoshi and took the magazine out of his hand, without once looking at me. I looked at him though. God, what if it was Ryo? Somehow it all just seemed so unlikely though. I looked at all of them and couldn't help but think that. A couple of minutes later Ryo left the room again, quickly followed by Tegoshi. I looked at Masuda and he shrugged. "Probably going to look for some breakfast." I felt my insides clench at the thought that now two of them were out of the room and my bag and jacket were all by themselves. I slowly stood and offered the excuse that I was hungry too before heading out the door. I wanted to catch someone, no matter who it was.
Heading back to the food room, I slowly made my way towards the door. I peaked in to see Tegoshi and Ryo standing in there. There wasn't anything in there to eat, and Tegoshi was complaining about being hungry. I sighed inwardly, thinking there was no way either one of them would do something while the other was there. Unless they were both in on it.
"What are you doing?" I heard a pleasant voice behind me ask as a hand rested on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin, letting out a startled yelp before turning to see Yamapi looking surprised by my reaction. Koyama was standing a few feet behind him, looking at me with a tilted head and a slightly puzzled expression.
"Nothing," I managed to gasp out between ragged breaths. Ryo and Tegoshi came to the door to see what was going on, and they all had a good laugh at my expense. I was sour the rest of the day. I had tried to laugh with them, but I knew they could tell I was sulking. Tegoshi even told me it was cute at some point. I hated him for a moment.
Towards the end of the day I started to realize I wasn't going to get a note, and I felt like I knew why. I'd been caught. Everyone knew what happened, and the guy who left me the notes would know that I was trying to catch him. He would have to realize that. I certainly wasn't willing to put it past him. I was sitting on a couch, my head back and my eyes closed, thinking that it really sucked how much I'd botched things up. I should have come up with a better plan. Now I might not get another chance.
"Shige," I heard a familiar voice. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know that it was Koyama sitting down beside me. "Mmm?" I murmured in response, wishing that I wouldn't have to come back to reality. I didn't know how to deal with what was going on anymore.
"You're acting really odd. Getting jumpy so much, and peaking at Ryo and Tegoshi." I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at him. He was looking at me, head tilted slightly, a concerned look on his face. I couldn't help but think that it couldn't be Koyama, that he wouldn't do something like that to me. And I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to tell him, because he could help me out. He could help me figure out who was really doing it. "Is something going on?"
His question seemed to seep into me like a sharp knife. "I..." I paused, uncertain. I couldn't decide whether or not I should tell him. I wanted to talk to someone, but I was afraid that he might be the one doing it. I don't know why I was so afraid of that. If it was him then I would be able to confront him. Somehow though, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I was almost glad for a moment, that I hadn't figured out who it was. But then I was frustrated because I couldn't make it stop.
"I'm fine," I started to say, getting interrupted right at the end of my words by Tegoshi walking over. I wouldn't have been able to just tell him even if I wanted to.
"Is everything okay?" He asked, looking concerned as well. I sighed and let my head fall back against the couch. I could feel Koyama shrug beside me.
I was right when I thought that I wouldn't get another letter that day. Or the following four days. I felt kind of a nervous excitement that maybe he wasn't going to leave me any more notes. But I wasn't sure if I was really happy or not about that thought. Even if he stopped now, it still didn't change the facts that I already knew. If I didn't find out who it was, then I wouldn't ever feel completely comfortable around the other members again.
~Day Eleven~
At some point in the morning I had realised it had been over a week and a half since I started getting the letters, and over half of a week since I got the last one. I woke up with my stomach in knots and I had no idea how to explain the way I was feeling. But I knew that everything felt so unresolved, that the tension inside of me felt like it was about to explode. I didn't know when or if I'd get another letter until about halfway through the day when I found one in the front pouch of my bag. When I saw the now familiar red paper, I felt my chest leap with nervous excitement. I reached down, and after looking around to make sure no one was around, I opened the letter.
Did you miss my letters? I missed leaving them for you. But I had to make my point somehow. I didn't like what you tried to do. It's not time yet, for us to face each other. I can't stop you from trying to figure out who I am, but don't try to catch me leaving you a note. That's too cheap Shige. If you want to know who I am, then pay attention. Maybe you'll notice it in the way I look at you, or maybe in the way I touch you. I really love touching you, even if it's just our shoulders brushing against each other. I'm sorry for leaving you for so long, but in return for you not saying anything to anyone, I've included that gift I mentioned. Wear it, from now on. You can keep your other necklace on, but wear this one too. It'll make me happy, and it will be one step closer to knowing who I am.
I stared at the note, wondering where the necklace was since I only had the note in my hand. I reached back down in my bag, my fingers brushing against a small envelope. I pulled it out and tore it open. As I pulled out the necklace, I felt like I was in a state of shock. There was a short necklace, that wouldn't sink easily under my shirt. The chain was a dark metal, and there was a circular disk hanging on the end with some kind of symbol on it that I didn't recognize. It was pretty, but I wasn't sure if I should wear it. Wouldn't that just encourage him? But I did want to know who he was. Putting the necklace and letter back into my bag, I decided I would make up my mind later.
It was about lunchtime when an idea occurred to me. I was eating, trying not to be too obvious as I looked around the room and wondered who was leaving me the notes. Yamapi and Ryo were talking as they ate. Tegoshi was bugging Koyama about something, I wasn't really sure of. But Koyama looked more pleased by the attention than really annoyed. Masuda was eating while looking at a fashion pamphlet. I didn't think much about it at first, but then something about Masuda being on his own reminded me of something. I couldn't remember if anyone had mentioned the incident earlier to Masuda. He hadn't been around. My whole body felt like it jumped as I realised that if he didn't know, then I might be able to rule someone out. I felt myself move before I'd even made the decision to. I moved closer to Masuda and sat beside him. I didn't want to ask him about the magazine because he would start going on and on forever if it was about clothes. He glanced up and smiled at me. I felt my stomach turn in nervousness. I didn't want anyone else to notice what I was doing, so I made sure no one was looking too closely or near enough to hear.
"So, I was wondering something." At my words, Masuda let his magazine drop a little and turned his attention to me.
"What is it?"