Safekeeping & The Consequence of Having Lunch with a Friend
Title: Safekeeping
Pairing: Makio/Sakurakouji
Rating: PG-ish
"Did you hear about Sakaki's little boytoy?"
"What? Are you serious? If it's true..."
"I've got my guys checking on it as we speak. If it comes back positive, this'll be a good chance to crush him."
"Let's hope this plays out favorably for us."
* * *
The nights were far and few between where Makio stayed at Sakurakouji's place. One, because who wouldn't want to stay at his place? It had everything you could ever want. Two, he didn't think Sakurakouji's place was very safe. The two locks (one at the entry for the apartmant building and the other at Sakurakouji's door) would be simple enough for even a novice lock-picker to get through. There was no security - Sakurakouji had learned how to pick out Kazu and the others stationed around the building as hobos or people waiting for buses. The only things Makio had to defend himself and Sakurakouji with was his own fists and maybe a few of Sakurakouji's dishes. He never slept well in that little apartment, if he slept at all.
But Sakurakouji liked having a little place that was his, and it was much closer to his college than anywhere he could be staying. To Sakurakouji, it was perfect - Makio's opinion be damned. So Makio relented and let Sakurakouji and his apartment be.
Until, during a raid on an opposing gang's office, Kazu found an ominious looking folder with a red "X" on it, filled with pictures of Sakurakouji and Makio, a blueprint of Sakurakouji's apartment building with the way to his apartment guided in red ink and a list of response times for police and paramedics in the area.
Makio grabbed the folder from Kazu, got into his car and called Sakurakouji, telling him to wait where ever he was - Makio would come pick him up.
* * *
Sakurakouji was sitting in a little cafe near his college, trying to do some reading for his philosophy class, but was just too damn pissed at Makio for anything to actually sink in. When the ominous black car with tinted windows pulled up, Sakurakouji figured it was Makio, but when he looked again, the fourmen that got out of the car where people he'd never seen before. They scanned the crowd in and around the cafe, obviously looking for some one. Sakurakouji rationalized that he had to get out of there, before they recognized him, but his body wouldn't move and finally, one of the four men saw him and started walking in his direction.
"Mr. Sakurakouji... would you mind coming with us?"
The man was joined by the other three, and fear completely overtook Sakurakouji.
"Sir, please come with us, you wouldn't want to make a scene here, would you?"
Sakurakouji knew what was going on. That all the times Makio told him his apartment was a liability and Sakurakouji scoffed at him - Makio had been right. And dammit, Sakurakouji should have listened to him.
Taking his silence as compliance, one of the four men grabbed Sakurakouji's arm and started pulling him towards the car. Sakurakouji's feet dragged and his breathing was shallow. Just as they were about to shove him into the car, Sakurakouji heard someone cough, clearing their throat. He looked up, across the roof of the car and could have cried, because there stood Makio, looking less than happy and holding what Sakurakouji assumed were the keys to the car.
"Shit. Sakaki." One of the four men muttered.
Everything after that happened in slow motion. The four men were all suddenly gone from Sakurakouji's side and when he turned around, Kazu, Kuroi and the others were standing over them, in victory, even though few if any punches had been thrown. Makio was beside him and just as quickly, leading him towards another ominious, black car, but Sakurakouji knew it was Makio's ominious, black car. Inside it, Sakurakouji suddenly found himself clinging onto Makio and sobbing onto his chest.
When Makio's arms came around Sakurakouji, time returned to normal.
Makio was making quiet "sush"-ing noises and rubbing circles onto Sakurakouji's back.
"I was so scared." Sakurakouji choked out, "I was so scared, Makki."
"I know, but everything's okay now. Don't worry. Don't worry about anything."
Sakurakouji heard someone get into the driver's seat and start driving. He calmed down somewhat, but refused to pull his head up from Makio's chest and every once and a while, a new wave of intense sobbing would surge through him.
When they arrived at Makio's house, the driver got out, but waited before opening the passenger door for Makio and Sakurakouji.
"I had the guys pack up everything from your apartment." Makio told Sakurakouji matter-of-factly.
Sakurakouji sniffled, "Why would you do that?"
"I can't protect you when you're so far away. I won't have you put in danger again." Makio lifted up Sakurakouji's red face, "From now on, I'll protect myself."
The declaration brought another wave of sobs through Sakurakouji, who quickly returned his face to Makio's chest.
Makio lowered his own face and kissed Sakurakouji on the cheek and said quietly, "Welcome home."
Title: The Consequence of Having Lunch with a Friend
Pairing: Makio/Sakurakouji
Rating: G
Sakurakouji always tried to do his best to keep Makio happy.
Mostly because Makio in any other mood was difficult to deal with.
The last thing Sakurakouji figured Makio would be upset about would be him getting together for lunch with his childhood friend, Umemura Hikari.
Wow, had he been wrong.
Sakurakouji arrived home to find the house in complete silence - never a good thing. When he was upset about anything, even the slightest noise would set Makio off into a frenzy. The gang members in the house had learned very quickly to recognize Makio's bad moods and how to go about their duties and chores in utter silence.
Kuroi came to greet him at the front door and pointed towards Makio's sitting room, meaning that was where the brooding Boss was. Sakurakouji didn't like dealing with Makio whenever he was in one of his moods; Makio become intimidating and Sakurakouji would end up agreeing to whatever Makio demanded. But, Sakurakouji understood the need to address Makio's mood now, because putting it off would only make Makio think Sakurakouji was hiding something.
He rounded the corner into the sitting room. Makio had his back to the entrance way, slouched in a chair, empty margarita glass in one hand.
Even better, thought Sakurakouji, he's probably drunk on top of being angry.
Makio's posture didn't change, nor did he move in the slightest when he muttered a sarcastic, "Welcome home".
The friendly lunch date with Umemura had put Sakurakouji in a wonderful mood - it had been months since he'd seen his friend - and right now the last thing he wanted to do was deal with a yakuza boss's moodswings. He walked around to stand infront of Makio, who wouldn't meet his eyes, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What are you brooding about this time?"
Makio kept his eyes firmly fixed on everything but Sakurakouji.
"Makki!"
Makio slammed the empty glass down on the side table (Sakurakouji had been a little worried it would shatter in his hand) and stood up, finally facing Sakurakouji, "Who was it!??"
Sakurakouji sighed, "I went to lunch with Umemura. From St.Anges."
Makio gave him a look.
"As friends, Makki."
Makio kept giving him the look.
"You can't expect me to be happy sitting around here all day, watching you go about business I hate seeing you do and never seeing my friends or leaving the house."
"You're going to college!"
Sakurakouji sighed again and rubbed his forehead. It seemed he was lucky enough (in some manner) to avoid having to deal with angry-jealous Makio, and instead had insecure-jealous Makio.
"Aren't you happy?.. Being here, with me?" Makio said quietly, falling back into his chair.
Sakurakouji's face softened somewhat and he took a stop closer to Makio, "Makki, you know this isn't like you. It's the alcohol, it's making you sad, I think. I'll go get you some water."
Sakurakouji turned to leave for a moment, but he was stopped by Makio's hand on his wrist, tugging him towards Makio and his seat. Sakurakouji allowed himself to be pulled closer, until he was standing right next to the still sitting Makio. The hand disappeared from his wrist, but came back to wrap itself, and its partner, around Sakurakouji's waist.
"...You didn't answer the question." Makio muttered into Sakurakouji's torso, sounding a little dejected.
Sakurakouji placed one hand on Makio's shoulder, the other on Makios' head, ruffling his hair some, "Makki, you know I'm happy. But I won't sit around all day playing the prim-and-proper yakuza wife."
Silence reigned for a few short moments, until Makio looked up at Sakurakouji, smiling, "Eh, wife?"
Bad choice of words, Sakurakouji cursed himself, But atleast his bad mood seems to have ended.
"You know I didn't mean it like--"
"What about the rebellious girlfriend?"
Sakurakouji started getting a little worried, "What?! No!"
"Alright, alright, I'll settle for the goody-goody girlfriend who actually thinks it's really hot when the amazingly good looking boyfriend goes about his yakuza business!!"
When Makio didn't stop coming up these kind of ideas, Sakurakouji pulled on Makio's hair and frowned, "If you want a girlfriend that badly, I can leave easy enough."
Makio smirked, "But, Ju~n-chan, you're the only type of girl I like!"
Sakurakouji kept frowning and Makio couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
Makio pulled Sakurakouji's face down to his level and kissed him, once, on the forehead and gently smiled at him, "Okay, the adorable, nearly jailbait boyfriend."
Sakurakouji relented, figuring that would be the best he'd get and didn't protest when Makio pulled him into his lap.
Pairing: Makio/Sakurakouji
Rating: PG-ish
"Did you hear about Sakaki's little boytoy?"
"What? Are you serious? If it's true..."
"I've got my guys checking on it as we speak. If it comes back positive, this'll be a good chance to crush him."
"Let's hope this plays out favorably for us."
* * *
The nights were far and few between where Makio stayed at Sakurakouji's place. One, because who wouldn't want to stay at his place? It had everything you could ever want. Two, he didn't think Sakurakouji's place was very safe. The two locks (one at the entry for the apartmant building and the other at Sakurakouji's door) would be simple enough for even a novice lock-picker to get through. There was no security - Sakurakouji had learned how to pick out Kazu and the others stationed around the building as hobos or people waiting for buses. The only things Makio had to defend himself and Sakurakouji with was his own fists and maybe a few of Sakurakouji's dishes. He never slept well in that little apartment, if he slept at all.
But Sakurakouji liked having a little place that was his, and it was much closer to his college than anywhere he could be staying. To Sakurakouji, it was perfect - Makio's opinion be damned. So Makio relented and let Sakurakouji and his apartment be.
Until, during a raid on an opposing gang's office, Kazu found an ominious looking folder with a red "X" on it, filled with pictures of Sakurakouji and Makio, a blueprint of Sakurakouji's apartment building with the way to his apartment guided in red ink and a list of response times for police and paramedics in the area.
Makio grabbed the folder from Kazu, got into his car and called Sakurakouji, telling him to wait where ever he was - Makio would come pick him up.
* * *
Sakurakouji was sitting in a little cafe near his college, trying to do some reading for his philosophy class, but was just too damn pissed at Makio for anything to actually sink in. When the ominous black car with tinted windows pulled up, Sakurakouji figured it was Makio, but when he looked again, the fourmen that got out of the car where people he'd never seen before. They scanned the crowd in and around the cafe, obviously looking for some one. Sakurakouji rationalized that he had to get out of there, before they recognized him, but his body wouldn't move and finally, one of the four men saw him and started walking in his direction.
"Mr. Sakurakouji... would you mind coming with us?"
The man was joined by the other three, and fear completely overtook Sakurakouji.
"Sir, please come with us, you wouldn't want to make a scene here, would you?"
Sakurakouji knew what was going on. That all the times Makio told him his apartment was a liability and Sakurakouji scoffed at him - Makio had been right. And dammit, Sakurakouji should have listened to him.
Taking his silence as compliance, one of the four men grabbed Sakurakouji's arm and started pulling him towards the car. Sakurakouji's feet dragged and his breathing was shallow. Just as they were about to shove him into the car, Sakurakouji heard someone cough, clearing their throat. He looked up, across the roof of the car and could have cried, because there stood Makio, looking less than happy and holding what Sakurakouji assumed were the keys to the car.
"Shit. Sakaki." One of the four men muttered.
Everything after that happened in slow motion. The four men were all suddenly gone from Sakurakouji's side and when he turned around, Kazu, Kuroi and the others were standing over them, in victory, even though few if any punches had been thrown. Makio was beside him and just as quickly, leading him towards another ominious, black car, but Sakurakouji knew it was Makio's ominious, black car. Inside it, Sakurakouji suddenly found himself clinging onto Makio and sobbing onto his chest.
When Makio's arms came around Sakurakouji, time returned to normal.
Makio was making quiet "sush"-ing noises and rubbing circles onto Sakurakouji's back.
"I was so scared." Sakurakouji choked out, "I was so scared, Makki."
"I know, but everything's okay now. Don't worry. Don't worry about anything."
Sakurakouji heard someone get into the driver's seat and start driving. He calmed down somewhat, but refused to pull his head up from Makio's chest and every once and a while, a new wave of intense sobbing would surge through him.
When they arrived at Makio's house, the driver got out, but waited before opening the passenger door for Makio and Sakurakouji.
"I had the guys pack up everything from your apartment." Makio told Sakurakouji matter-of-factly.
Sakurakouji sniffled, "Why would you do that?"
"I can't protect you when you're so far away. I won't have you put in danger again." Makio lifted up Sakurakouji's red face, "From now on, I'll protect myself."
The declaration brought another wave of sobs through Sakurakouji, who quickly returned his face to Makio's chest.
Makio lowered his own face and kissed Sakurakouji on the cheek and said quietly, "Welcome home."
Title: The Consequence of Having Lunch with a Friend
Pairing: Makio/Sakurakouji
Rating: G
Sakurakouji always tried to do his best to keep Makio happy.
Mostly because Makio in any other mood was difficult to deal with.
The last thing Sakurakouji figured Makio would be upset about would be him getting together for lunch with his childhood friend, Umemura Hikari.
Wow, had he been wrong.
Sakurakouji arrived home to find the house in complete silence - never a good thing. When he was upset about anything, even the slightest noise would set Makio off into a frenzy. The gang members in the house had learned very quickly to recognize Makio's bad moods and how to go about their duties and chores in utter silence.
Kuroi came to greet him at the front door and pointed towards Makio's sitting room, meaning that was where the brooding Boss was. Sakurakouji didn't like dealing with Makio whenever he was in one of his moods; Makio become intimidating and Sakurakouji would end up agreeing to whatever Makio demanded. But, Sakurakouji understood the need to address Makio's mood now, because putting it off would only make Makio think Sakurakouji was hiding something.
He rounded the corner into the sitting room. Makio had his back to the entrance way, slouched in a chair, empty margarita glass in one hand.
Even better, thought Sakurakouji, he's probably drunk on top of being angry.
Makio's posture didn't change, nor did he move in the slightest when he muttered a sarcastic, "Welcome home".
The friendly lunch date with Umemura had put Sakurakouji in a wonderful mood - it had been months since he'd seen his friend - and right now the last thing he wanted to do was deal with a yakuza boss's moodswings. He walked around to stand infront of Makio, who wouldn't meet his eyes, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What are you brooding about this time?"
Makio kept his eyes firmly fixed on everything but Sakurakouji.
"Makki!"
Makio slammed the empty glass down on the side table (Sakurakouji had been a little worried it would shatter in his hand) and stood up, finally facing Sakurakouji, "Who was it!??"
Sakurakouji sighed, "I went to lunch with Umemura. From St.Anges."
Makio gave him a look.
"As friends, Makki."
Makio kept giving him the look.
"You can't expect me to be happy sitting around here all day, watching you go about business I hate seeing you do and never seeing my friends or leaving the house."
"You're going to college!"
Sakurakouji sighed again and rubbed his forehead. It seemed he was lucky enough (in some manner) to avoid having to deal with angry-jealous Makio, and instead had insecure-jealous Makio.
"Aren't you happy?.. Being here, with me?" Makio said quietly, falling back into his chair.
Sakurakouji's face softened somewhat and he took a stop closer to Makio, "Makki, you know this isn't like you. It's the alcohol, it's making you sad, I think. I'll go get you some water."
Sakurakouji turned to leave for a moment, but he was stopped by Makio's hand on his wrist, tugging him towards Makio and his seat. Sakurakouji allowed himself to be pulled closer, until he was standing right next to the still sitting Makio. The hand disappeared from his wrist, but came back to wrap itself, and its partner, around Sakurakouji's waist.
"...You didn't answer the question." Makio muttered into Sakurakouji's torso, sounding a little dejected.
Sakurakouji placed one hand on Makio's shoulder, the other on Makios' head, ruffling his hair some, "Makki, you know I'm happy. But I won't sit around all day playing the prim-and-proper yakuza wife."
Silence reigned for a few short moments, until Makio looked up at Sakurakouji, smiling, "Eh, wife?"
Bad choice of words, Sakurakouji cursed himself, But atleast his bad mood seems to have ended.
"You know I didn't mean it like--"
"What about the rebellious girlfriend?"
Sakurakouji started getting a little worried, "What?! No!"
"Alright, alright, I'll settle for the goody-goody girlfriend who actually thinks it's really hot when the amazingly good looking boyfriend goes about his yakuza business!!"
When Makio didn't stop coming up these kind of ideas, Sakurakouji pulled on Makio's hair and frowned, "If you want a girlfriend that badly, I can leave easy enough."
Makio smirked, "But, Ju~n-chan, you're the only type of girl I like!"
Sakurakouji kept frowning and Makio couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
Makio pulled Sakurakouji's face down to his level and kissed him, once, on the forehead and gently smiled at him, "Okay, the adorable, nearly jailbait boyfriend."
Sakurakouji relented, figuring that would be the best he'd get and didn't protest when Makio pulled him into his lap.