Gaining Your Love: a Heisei Kumi fanfic (4/14)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Ariyama
Rating: PG-13
Genre:Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone, c'mon guys.Summary:Long before the Heisei Kumi knew Keito Daiki makes it his mission to make the stunning Yamada Ryosuke fall in love with him, and it's going to be much harder than Daiki expected. So! For anyone who read my Heisei Kumi fic, this is the Ariyama spinoff I said I'd write! And if you didn't read it, please go check it out. The first chapter can be found here.
A/N: Um, sorry it's so late. Life is crazy....sorry.
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3
Daiki slowly opened his eyes, recognizing his bedroom ceiling. A second later he noticed the pulsing warm pain covering the right side of his face. He was gonna kill Ryutaro.
"Arioka-kun..." There was a noise, and a squeal.
"Dai-chan!" Inoo looked extraordinarily happy. "You've finally woken up! How're you feeing?" Inoo and Yamada had apparently been talking, Yamada too now making his way over to the bed, watching as Daiki felt himself pinned to his pillow as Inoo snuggled up against his uninjured side, the older boy checking over his face with a gentle finger, examining it carefully. Daiki shoved him away, embarrassed.
"I'm fine you fool; get offa me." Inoo pouted a bit, whining about how mean Daiki was, and Yamada giggled, a big grin on his face. This just caused Daiki to blush harder, burying his face in his covers. After a second there was the click of the door, and Inoo leaned back, resting his head on Daiki's pillow.
"Yama-chan's gone now, you can look." Daiki peeked his eyes over the edge of his covers, and rolled over, away from Inoo, ignoring the stinging from pressing on his new gash.
"Well then. I was going to tell you that I was impressed by how mature you've become, Dai-chan. But if you're getting embarrassed by a little friendliness, then..." Daiki sent Inoo a look, and his friend laughed a bit. "I'm kidding! I'm proud of you Dai-chan. You...you're growing up." Inoo's smile dropped a bit, and he looked a little wistful. This time, Daiki didn't shove him away when he snuggled up close, a warm mutual feeling running between the two of them, as they silently marveled their companionship in their subconscious.
"So...what were you discussing with Ryosuke?" Daiki asked after a few minutes, his curiosity getting the better of him. Inoo giggled, poking Daiki in the cheek.
"You."
"Me? What about me?" His eagerness crept into his voice, and Inoo patted him on the head.
"We were just talking about your potential as a boyfriend, basically." Daiki blinked dumbly at Inoo, surprised.
"My...potential?"
"He's been very worried about you; your heroic act made quite an impression-saving him from Kamiki like that. He's barely left your side ever since we came back from the raid. You've gained some popularity in his books, that's for sure." Inoo said, hopping up from the bed, as muffled calls rang up the stairs.
"That's the dinner announcement; I'm off buddy." Daiki started to get up out of the bed too, hungry, but Inoo pushed him gently back down.
"Nah. Milk your injury a little. I'll send Yama-chan up with your food as soon as dinner's done. Give you two some alone time～" With that, Inoo left, and sure enough 45 minutes later there was a soft knock on the door, and Yamada entered, a tray full of food in his hands. Daiki couldn't help but smile when the younger boy came in, that slightly nervous smile on his face.
"I have your dinner, Arioka-kun..." Yamada announced, gently sitting on the edge of Daiki's bed, placing the tray on Daiki's waiting lap. Daiki's stomach growled as he examined the hot food, and he was just about to dig in when he stopped himself, glancing up at Yamada. Inoo had said to milk his injury. How far could he go with it? Yamada was watching him, and when Daiki didn't begin eating he caught Daiki's eyes. Daiki tried to look as pitiful as possible, looking up at Yamada forlornly through his bangs. Yamada scooted closer, eventually making his way across the bed until he was sitting at by the headboard, next to Daiki, picking up the chopsticks he had placed on the tray, and getting a bite of rice from the bowl, bringing the hot grains to Daiki's lips. Daiki had to bite back his smile as he took the utensils into his mouth. Yes! Carefully Yamada fed him bite by bite until the tray was empty. Throughout the time it had taken to clear the tray they had both grown more and more relaxed, Yamada making small talk as he meticulously fed Daiki his meal. Daiki loved the attention, and when Yamada left for the night he let himself giggle and grin like a fool. That little moment shouldn't have made him so happy. But...it did. And he was loving it.
Due to Daiki's continued pitifulness and Yamada's concern, this meal routine lasted for a full week before Daiki couldn't fake it anymore, and he allowed himself to return to his lifestyle before his injury; swindling another plain girl, occasionally getting into petty fights, and watching Yamada whenever the younger boy wasn't noticing. The last bit he was doing much less than before, simply because Yamada was with him a lot more than before. He would be waiting for Daiki to get home from a swindle, and would sit with him on the couch every night after dinner, their shoulders pressed together comfortably as they talked about whatever came to their minds. Yamada's thought process was an interesting one; one that Daiki was beginning to understand-much to his delight.
A couple of weeks passed by, and Daiki was out with his "girlfriend" Ayumi at a local park, pushing the girl on a swing gently, half-listening to the conversation they were having, when his eyes caught on three figures across the street that he recognized despite the approaching dusk. Wakaba members Miura Haruma, Sato Takeru, and Miura Shohei looked celebratory, joking as they jaywalked from their side of the street, now only twenty or thirty feet away. Their eyes caught on his face, and after a double take they watched him for a while, before losing interest and slipping into shadows, disappearing into the night. Daiki's stomach twisted in a burning uneasiness and he already felt himself getting angry as he quickly said goodnight to Ayumi and hurried home, eager to tell someone about the Wakaba members, not liking how smug they had looked. He got back just as the rest of the boys were finishing dinner, and when he let himself in all of their heads turned his way.
"Hey, Chibi." Takaki said, smirking a bit. Already frustrated, Daiki was asking for a reason to hit somebody, and didn't miss the chance to slug the taller boy in the jaw, the punch forcing him backwards, stumbling into Ryutaro. That got their attention. Takaki was furious, and he sent Daiki a death glare, ready to go at it seriously. A full out fight was stopped by Yamada, who unsheathed his katana, the blade glinting in the artificial light, separating the two boys and giving them a chance to catch themselves.
"Arioka-kun, where's Inoo-kun? He said he'd be back by dinner." Yamada asked, his voice calming, the question not. Where was Inoo? He wasn't usually out late, he said he didn't really like staying up late. Daiki's sixth sense was tingling, setting him on edge, and thinking of the Wakaba members expressions earlier made him fear the worst.
"Shit." He wheeled around, exiting the house and jogging anxiously down the alley, eyes searching every connecting backstreet for a body, scared. Before he reached the end he was caught by Yamada and Hikaru, who silently joined the search. By now it was night; their only light source the beams of the moon, full and bright when not covered by the heavy clouds that blanketed the sky. The air smelled of rain, and as the night got later it began to sprinkle, the gentle drops becoming thicker and bigger as time went on, drenching the three of them, causing their shirts to cling to their bodies, and their hair to drip in their eyes, blurring their vision. As they searched Daiki's fear grew larger and larger in his chest, until-
"There! Look, over there!" Hikaru announced; pointing with his finger to a black mass that Daiki recognized as a person lying curled up in the alley behind a row of small shops. They all ran over, their fears confirmed. Inoo was shivering, eyes closed but obviously still just barely conscious. He was forming bruises all along what skin they could see, and was nursing a swollen lip, the blood washed away by the rain. Hikaru and Yamada bent down, worried, already asking Inoo hurried questions they didn't expect to be answered, and beginning to inspect the damage. Daiki looked down at his injured friend, and his world flashed red as he felt himself filling up with fury. He felt the beast roaring inside of himself and the laughing faces of the three Wakaba members forced themselves to the front of his memories. They would pay. The familiar desperate anger dulled him, his heart scabbing over; and he turned away, running back out into the blackness. Hurried footsteps chased after him, but he ignored them. The chaser was speaking, but the sound of the rain on the thick cold buildings and his own pumping heart deafened him, and he didn't recognize the voice.
"DAIKI!" That one word broke through the senselessness, and he stopped running. He turned, and Yamada was standing there shivering in the rain, the younger boys eyes begging him not to go. Pleading for him not to do this. Daiki took it all in for one time stopping moment, before turning away, back toward the empty street, and running once more, his blood pounding in his ears. He was ready to kill somebody. By fate, coincidence, or some animalistic sixth sense he found his prey within twenty minutes of searching. They had just exited a club, and they were exuberant, and giggly. Perfect; they wouldn't see him coming.
They didn't. He had knocked Takeru to the ground before the other two had realized he was there. People around gasped at the seemingly unprovoked violence, and a couple of brave men went to aid the Wakaba members. They didn't stand a chance. Takeru was unconscious before Haruma even managed to land a punch on Daiki's tense body, the taller boy's fist bouncing off of the sinew almost harmlessly as Daiki pounced, a faceless pedestrian with too much bravery getting a punch to the face followed by a couple of random kicks to body, Daiki's frenzy blind, numb. He fought there in rain until he turned and found himself alone, all other human life fled or unconscious. His breathing came out in heavy bursts and he felt himself beginning to relax internally, the monster retreating back into its corner of his soul as he listened to the calming sound of the rain and thunder. Thunder.
Yamada's pleading expression, the way he stood shaking in the rain like an abandoned puppy, his entire body wet, the waterlogged clothes doing nothing to protect him filled Daiki's heart, and with a sudden wash of horror he realized: he had left Yamada somewhere in the streets. What would this do to Yamada; what would being left out in this storm do to him? "He doesn't mind the rain, but thunder terrifies him. He always hides in the closet." Cursing to himself, Daiki took off running once more, trying to recall exactly what had happened. It had been less than an hour ago; he should be able to do this. All he could recall was Yamada screaming at him. Screaming his name. For the first time Yamada had called him Daiki, instead of Arioka-kun. Yamada had called for him, and he had abandoned the younger boy. Shit. He ran faster, as a pit of guilt and fear opened up in his chest-for the first time in his life, Daiki wanted to be punished.
Daiki ran for hours through the streets, the storm only getting worse as he searched. Finally, logic took over, and he returned home. Yamada was probably there in bed, dry and safe. When Daiki walked through the door his hopes were dashed with a punch to the face. When Yuto's knuckles hit his jaw, instead of feeling angry, he felt empty, and as he looked around at Ryutaro's furious face, he knew: Yamada wasn't back. The boy was still missing-and it was his fault. They all refused to talk to him, and he sat, the pulses in his swelling lips counting away the hours as he sat and waited. Finally, as the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof faded away, and the first rays of daylight shone through the windows the door creaked open.
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