Caught Chapter 2
Title: Caught
Chapter: 2
Author: YoshiLei
Rating: NC 17 (for the whole story)
Band(s): SuG
Pairing(s): Chiyu x Takeru
Warning(s): Adult themes, BxB, suggestion of violence.
Disclaimer: Purely a work of fiction i own nothing but the story line.
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‘’ You asked for this, remember? ’’
From his appearance, you wouldn’t have suspected that the blonde had gone for anything more than the talk that the older man had asked for, there wasn’t even a hair out of place as he stepped out from his manager’s room and made his way back down the hall and stairs without a word. But if you should have lifted his sweatshirt a few inches above the hem line of his jeans, you would not be met with the same lightly honey tinted skin that graced his face and neck. But rather an array of dark reds and purples which made up the colours of freshly blossomed bruises that were scattered over the majority of the man’s torso and hips as well as his shoulder blades and the backs of his thighs.
He didn’t register himself walking past Chiyu’s and the other’s rooms, he just suddenly found himself standing in the darkness of his own after hearing the door click shut behind him. After a moment or two of just staring into the utter darkness he flicked the switched and didn’t even blink as the light blared to life, illuminating the bed and dresser. He headed straight for the bathroom, closing and locking the door after him and began to peel his clothes off his body with as much movement as he could handle, which wasn’t much with every one of his nerves over whelmed with how much he ached.
About a minute of him standing under the shower’s growing warmth, with no one to witness him, was when the haze numbness around Takeru shattered.
A broken sob exploded from his chest, muffled by the sound of water.
He leant onto the showers dampened wall with his forehead and palms pressed against its slippery surface, his hands turning into to fists as if trying to grasp some support that wasn’t there as he sunk down to the floor. His breath hitched violently with every deafened cry that left his lips and he tried not to focus on the agonising stinging from between his legs that over powered the pain in the rest of his body as well as the roaring, burning sensation, still present at the back of his skull.
He wanted to peel his skin off along with his clothes and burn it, but the water’s rising temperature was the closest he could get from erasing the feeling of the man’s touches from his body. The sobbing had only made his head hurt more, but at least it made him feel somewhat human again after the hated but familiar experience.
‘’I’m sorry Takeru, but you’re just not a strong enough singer, I can’t manage a band that’s not going to go anywhere.’’
The man’s face was gentle as he spoke, with just the right amount of sympathy thrown into his smile. Takeru could feel the lump building in his throat and his eyes beginning to sting, if he had thought that bursting out crying pathetically would help him he would have done it, he would do anything to for him and his band to have a chance. He was already practicing for hours every day but he would work triple the amount to better himself if only this man would give him the opportunity.
‘’Please Akito-San, I can defiantly do better! The band and I, we work are hardest everyday-!’’
He was cut off by a wave of the man’s hand as he sighed and pushed up his designer glasses, leaning forward on his desk to hold Takeru’s gaze.
‘’ To be completely truthful with you Takeru, it’s not just your lack of singing ability but you just don’t stand out. You have no real appeal. I suppose you can always improve on your voice but what’s the point if you’re not going to attract people’s attention? ‘’
The younger’s whole form tensed, his eyes frantically diverting themselves to the ground to try and hide the complete and utter hurt showing in his face. This was the worst thing that could have happened, he thought his band had done so well to get where they were now but here he was, opposite a man who he thought held so many doors to them, but was claiming he had none, not only that but that the doors weren’t worth opening to someone like him.
Akito finally spoke up after the painful silence that followed from the boy after his remark.
‘’ Don’t get me wrong Takeru! When I say you have no appeal, it’s not like I mean you’re unattractive or anything.’’
He laughed charmingly and got up from his seat, walking around his large desk towards the door and opened it, obviously for Takeru to leave.
‘’If you can find some way to get by just on those looks, I’ll promise you, you’ll succeed.’’
If the younger had been facing the impeccably dressed business man, he would have seen the hint of anticipation that suddenly flickered across his features, if only for a moment. For Akito had worded his sentence thoughtfully as well with everything else had said to this sweet eager 19 year old that was so desperate to make his way in the world. The elder had no doubt that in fact; his band would do amazingly well. But Akito was be taken by the young man on their first meeting, he wanted nothing more than to control that existence. Once he had seen something he wanted, he would obtain it, one way or another. He didn’t get to his position of one of the most highly respected band managers for new bands without making sure he got his perks… the only way to make sure he got what he wanted this time, was to kill the teen’s confidence within himself and make he himself seem like the only way forward.
His eyes narrowed slightly behind his expensive frames as Takeru stayed where he was, his back to him while he stood there, one hand within the pocket of his trousers, the other holding the door open still. They stayed like that about half a minute before the younger that was still sat in the chair made a quiet stutter before getting out his words.
‘’ Please..please, if you just take us on I’ll…I’ll do anything..’’
Needless to say Takeru wasn’t sent home after that. It hadn’t been so bad at first, he felt like a complete whore, so utterly ashamed of himself that after the first occurrence he had just lain in bed for two days, without eating or speaking to anyone. But even with the weight of the he was doing it for the band, for his friends, surely Akito had made him, he was worthless if not for his pretty face as his manager so often reminded him whenever they were required to meet. Even though nothing felt better than when he was on stage with everyone, with Chiyu..
Even if he felt everything was so stable and real, Akito always brought him back to reality when he threatened to take it all away. He wouldn’t let that happen. The others didn’t know, and he would rather kill himself than if any of them, especially Chiyu, found out. They had all worked so hard, as long as he could keep Akito happy, the other would oblivious. The corner of his lips twitched slightly into a sad smile, it was worth it, if he could see them all happy.
Picking himself up slowly, he turned the shower off, the dirty, slightly red tinged water escaping down the plug hole. Drying himself off he didn’t bother to dress again as he climbed into bed and curling up with his arms around his battered self, the pain numbing his thoughts again as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter: 2
Author: YoshiLei
Rating: NC 17 (for the whole story)
Band(s): SuG
Pairing(s): Chiyu x Takeru
Warning(s): Adult themes, BxB, suggestion of violence.
Disclaimer: Purely a work of fiction i own nothing but the story line.
.
‘’ You asked for this, remember? ’’
From his appearance, you wouldn’t have suspected that the blonde had gone for anything more than the talk that the older man had asked for, there wasn’t even a hair out of place as he stepped out from his manager’s room and made his way back down the hall and stairs without a word. But if you should have lifted his sweatshirt a few inches above the hem line of his jeans, you would not be met with the same lightly honey tinted skin that graced his face and neck. But rather an array of dark reds and purples which made up the colours of freshly blossomed bruises that were scattered over the majority of the man’s torso and hips as well as his shoulder blades and the backs of his thighs.
He didn’t register himself walking past Chiyu’s and the other’s rooms, he just suddenly found himself standing in the darkness of his own after hearing the door click shut behind him. After a moment or two of just staring into the utter darkness he flicked the switched and didn’t even blink as the light blared to life, illuminating the bed and dresser. He headed straight for the bathroom, closing and locking the door after him and began to peel his clothes off his body with as much movement as he could handle, which wasn’t much with every one of his nerves over whelmed with how much he ached.
About a minute of him standing under the shower’s growing warmth, with no one to witness him, was when the haze numbness around Takeru shattered.
A broken sob exploded from his chest, muffled by the sound of water.
He leant onto the showers dampened wall with his forehead and palms pressed against its slippery surface, his hands turning into to fists as if trying to grasp some support that wasn’t there as he sunk down to the floor. His breath hitched violently with every deafened cry that left his lips and he tried not to focus on the agonising stinging from between his legs that over powered the pain in the rest of his body as well as the roaring, burning sensation, still present at the back of his skull.
He wanted to peel his skin off along with his clothes and burn it, but the water’s rising temperature was the closest he could get from erasing the feeling of the man’s touches from his body. The sobbing had only made his head hurt more, but at least it made him feel somewhat human again after the hated but familiar experience.
‘’I’m sorry Takeru, but you’re just not a strong enough singer, I can’t manage a band that’s not going to go anywhere.’’
The man’s face was gentle as he spoke, with just the right amount of sympathy thrown into his smile. Takeru could feel the lump building in his throat and his eyes beginning to sting, if he had thought that bursting out crying pathetically would help him he would have done it, he would do anything to for him and his band to have a chance. He was already practicing for hours every day but he would work triple the amount to better himself if only this man would give him the opportunity.
‘’Please Akito-San, I can defiantly do better! The band and I, we work are hardest everyday-!’’
He was cut off by a wave of the man’s hand as he sighed and pushed up his designer glasses, leaning forward on his desk to hold Takeru’s gaze.
‘’ To be completely truthful with you Takeru, it’s not just your lack of singing ability but you just don’t stand out. You have no real appeal. I suppose you can always improve on your voice but what’s the point if you’re not going to attract people’s attention? ‘’
The younger’s whole form tensed, his eyes frantically diverting themselves to the ground to try and hide the complete and utter hurt showing in his face. This was the worst thing that could have happened, he thought his band had done so well to get where they were now but here he was, opposite a man who he thought held so many doors to them, but was claiming he had none, not only that but that the doors weren’t worth opening to someone like him.
Akito finally spoke up after the painful silence that followed from the boy after his remark.
‘’ Don’t get me wrong Takeru! When I say you have no appeal, it’s not like I mean you’re unattractive or anything.’’
He laughed charmingly and got up from his seat, walking around his large desk towards the door and opened it, obviously for Takeru to leave.
‘’If you can find some way to get by just on those looks, I’ll promise you, you’ll succeed.’’
If the younger had been facing the impeccably dressed business man, he would have seen the hint of anticipation that suddenly flickered across his features, if only for a moment. For Akito had worded his sentence thoughtfully as well with everything else had said to this sweet eager 19 year old that was so desperate to make his way in the world. The elder had no doubt that in fact; his band would do amazingly well. But Akito was be taken by the young man on their first meeting, he wanted nothing more than to control that existence. Once he had seen something he wanted, he would obtain it, one way or another. He didn’t get to his position of one of the most highly respected band managers for new bands without making sure he got his perks… the only way to make sure he got what he wanted this time, was to kill the teen’s confidence within himself and make he himself seem like the only way forward.
His eyes narrowed slightly behind his expensive frames as Takeru stayed where he was, his back to him while he stood there, one hand within the pocket of his trousers, the other holding the door open still. They stayed like that about half a minute before the younger that was still sat in the chair made a quiet stutter before getting out his words.
‘’ Please..please, if you just take us on I’ll…I’ll do anything..’’
Needless to say Takeru wasn’t sent home after that. It hadn’t been so bad at first, he felt like a complete whore, so utterly ashamed of himself that after the first occurrence he had just lain in bed for two days, without eating or speaking to anyone. But even with the weight of the he was doing it for the band, for his friends, surely Akito had made him, he was worthless if not for his pretty face as his manager so often reminded him whenever they were required to meet. Even though nothing felt better than when he was on stage with everyone, with Chiyu..
Even if he felt everything was so stable and real, Akito always brought him back to reality when he threatened to take it all away. He wouldn’t let that happen. The others didn’t know, and he would rather kill himself than if any of them, especially Chiyu, found out. They had all worked so hard, as long as he could keep Akito happy, the other would oblivious. The corner of his lips twitched slightly into a sad smile, it was worth it, if he could see them all happy.
Picking himself up slowly, he turned the shower off, the dirty, slightly red tinged water escaping down the plug hole. Drying himself off he didn’t bother to dress again as he climbed into bed and curling up with his arms around his battered self, the pain numbing his thoughts again as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.