[Fanfic] Confusion
Title: Confusion
Author: yutorinislove
Pairing: TakaNoo; ninja!TakaChii and AriYama
Genre: AU, Romance, Fluff (?), Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Stressed out and buried eyeballs-deep in schoolwork, Inoo Kei finds himself inside a limo with Takaki Yuya with a reason so different from relaxation.
Author’s Note: This fic of mine is actually not a JUMP fic. This was a fic about PC and Camille from an ETC reality show NYC Prep. But TakaNoo is just too hard to resist, so I transposed the original fic to fit the TakaNoo description. XDD TAKANOO NEEDS MORE LOVE~ <3
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The library was quiet, and Kei found that comforting. He had to study for his latest examination, and, being the brainiac of the group, he had to study, study, study.
Halfway through a thick volume of Biology, he felt his eyes grow heavy. He stifled a yawn. Glancing at the wallclock, he found out that it was already five-fifteen in the afternoon. The library will be closing in another hour and fifteen minutes. He's got plenty of time to read up on meiosis and mitosis and whatever else he needed to study about.
His phone vibrated, knocking over the stack of books balanced precariously on the small contraption. He heaved a sigh. He had forgotten that he had buried his iPhone under the books because it kept vibrating. Daiki had been calling him nonstop, maybe it was to complain about how his romance with Ryosuke was going so wrong. Frankly, Kei couldn't care less. Whatever that Daiki did to his life was out of Kei’s responsibility.
Another yawn ripped through his throat as he bent down to pick up the books that fell from the table. Carefully, he set them down again on the hardwood meza, and opened the Biology book from where he stopped.
"The chromosomes of the parent organism split into two and form the twenty-four that make up the offspring's DNA..." he read from the book under his breath. He yawned again, and wondered why he was so sleepy. Another glance at the wallclock told him that he had been here since five-thirty in the morning, reading up on Biology, Chemistry, History and Physics, forgoing breakfast, lunch and most probably, dinner, and even sleep. He lacked sleep. He could already tell he looked like a panda, with his eyebags and everything.
He put his head on the book and closed his eyes. His eyes hurt terribly. He had to let them rest for a bit.
He closed his eyes.
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When he opened his eyes again, he knew he wasn't in the library anymore. His head wasn't buried on the Biology book, for one, and he wasn't bent over, sitting on a hard chair.
His eyes opened in alarm, and he realized he was moving. No, actually, it was the room he was in that was moving. It took him a few seconds to make out that the "room" was the inside of a state-of-the-art limo, complete with the facilities that he could only dream of (his father won't buy him an old, beat-up car, much less a limo like this).
Wait. He's been here before.
Like when his friend Chinen Yuri invited them to his boyfriend's -- now ex's -- birthday party. He'd been here, sitting on the same, soft chair.
Kei sat bolt upright in his panic.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," it was the ironic, sarcastic drawl that was Takaki Yuya's voice. It was cool and smooth like ice, and warm and hot as fire at the same time.
He looked straight at Yuya, aghast. "Where am I? Where are you taking me? Why am I here?" He shot the questions as if he were a machine gun. He was panicking, yes, but not because he thought Yuya will do something not good to him, because he knew Yuya was much educated for that, but because he didn't look pretty when he just woke up. He should have been given a chance to at least fix his hair --
Wait. Where did that come from? Since when did he become conscious of how he looked in front of Yuri's ex, Takaki Yuya?
Okay. Don't answer that.
Maybe it was the way he was staring at him. He sat opposite where Kei sat, and his eyes were very intense as they fixed on his face.
"You forget that my uncle owns the library you were in," Yuya drawled. "I was in to see if I could manhandle any more books from his library when I came upon a boy who was trying, unconsciously, to suffocate himself with a Prentice Hall Biology book."
Kei flushed. "I - I fell asleep. I was only supposed to rest my eyes, not fall asleep completely."
"Well, you did. The damage is already done," Yuya said as he stared out the window. Kei watched the lights dance in his eyes and berated himself from loving how his eyes, dark as they were, glittered underneath the Tokyo bright lights.
"But the books!" He suddenly remembered. "The SAT is on Monday, and I haven't finished reviewing yet! You should've just waked me up so I could borrow the books," Kei suddenly was upset. Anything but to stare at Yuya like a complete idiot.
Yuya rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Hm-hm-hm. Don't worry, Kei. I borrowed them for you. It's in your bag."
Kei was flustered, and he was thankful for the dim lights in the limo. "Thanks, then."
"Lighten up, Kei-chan~" Nobody called him Kei-chan ever since elementary school. The other Keis back then were all girls, and he got teased a lot as a girl because, well, he was pretty enough to be one. Nevertheless, he liked how every syllable rolled off Yuya’s tongue.
Kei, what the heck are you thinking of?
Yuya leaned down on his seat. "So, where do you live?"
Kei told him, and he called the driver to tell him where they were going.
"You know what? Harada drove around town for an hour as we waited for you to wake up. Your stupor ruined our plans for the evening." Yuya cleared his throat. "And those are very important plans."
"What plans?"
"Plans involving me and Yuri getting back together. You know, after four whole years of searching for my soul mate I finally think that he might be the one who could make me a better person," Yuya said fondly. Kei found himself getting defensive. What, a boy like him, or like Daiki and Ryosuke, cannot tame the great and mighty Takaki Yuya?
"Well, if I had ruined your plans so much, why didn't you just wake me up?" he said crossly. He can't bear people blaming him for ruining their plans. For one thing, he lived up to his parents' plans for him, no matter how tedious their expectations were.
"I couldn't. It would be ungentlemanly," Yuya's eyes danced. "And I liked how you snored in your sleep."
Typical of Yuya to go from condescending to flirtatious. Yuri had warned him about Yuya's unpredictability.
He should have known.
"Well then, you should've picked a more convenient time to show off how gentlemanly you could be. If those plans are so important, you could have just shaken me awake the moment you saw me asleep in the library." He rolled his eyes. "Not that I think Chinen Yuri is unimportant, because I really think he is," yeah, Kei thought wryly. Chinen Yuri kills people who don't agree he is, "I just don't understand why you will do this thing for me, when the opposite could've been more convenient and more predictable."
Yuya's left eyebrow rose. "I never even dreamed of being predictable, Inoo Kei."
He shrugged. "Whatever."
They traveled in silence for the next five minutes, until Yuya spoke again.
"Easy to get all riled up, aren't you, Kei?"
Yuya's dark eyes were glinting mischievously under half-lidded eyes. Kei once wrote in his journal (which, unfortunately, got printed in the school newspaper and had been the topic of many discussions in the school for months at a time) that he wanted the bad boy type. Was Yuya, with his red-blooded manliness (not boyishness, because Takaki Yuya is not a boy anymore) and stiff-as-a-metal-rod resolve, the guy who he had been describing? Was Yuya, who spoke up for himself, never to be seen following the crowd, the guy who had finally broken through Kei's impossibly high standards?
Uh, no. Yuya is Yuri's, and Yuri wants what he has his entirely. I value the hair on my head too much to even contemplate dating Yuya.
He raised an eyebrow, hoping to look as fearless as he wished he was. There was a mischief in Yuya's eyes that promised more -- more of the exciting flirtatiousness, more of the rollercoaster of emotions that was what Yuya's relationships always felt like. Kei shifted on his seat.
"What, the couch not good enough for your liking?"
"No, it's not that, I just..." He shook his head. "Never mind. Thanks for the ride, though. I really think it was gentlemanly." There he went again with his cool voice and grownup words. Ryosuke once said that he spoke as if he lived a hundred years already. He called Kei's speaking style etiquette-driven, prim and proper, while Daiki, refusing to sugarcoat it, called the speaking style stuck-up, grownup-ishly boring. Kei preferred the prim and proper definition.
What if Yuya found him boring, like what Daiki defined his speaking style?
Uh, no, why are you even thinking that?
Another eyebrow-raising from the Takaki Yuya. "You know what? If you weren't so, like, all level-headed and prim, many guys out there might date you. But you are, so I can only dream of the day that Inoo Kei will get a boyfriend."
"Hey! That's a hit below the belt! I am forever hounded by suitors, thank you very much."
"Uh-huh. But has anyone of them been your boyfriend?"
It was a perfect note to hit. He glared at Yuya through his eyelashes and Yuya stared at him coolly.
"I'm right, aren't I?" Yuya said. He chuckled. "Well, well, well. How wonderful. I finally bested Kei in something."
"You don't know anything about me." It was a cold and hard statement that slipped through him gritted teeth. It was all right for Daiki to tease him about being a boyfriend-less virgin. Kei could take that! But for someone like Yuya to rub it in was just...condescending and Kei never did condescending.
"Oh? What is there to know about you? You're Inoo Kei, the straight-A-obsessed, holier-than-thou, Harvard student-wannabe. Your standards are too high, and you think that brains can allure a bad boy you so want. You think you're already perfect so you search for the perfect guy to be your boyfriend, even if there is no such man on earth as what you envision. You are jealous of how easily it works out for Ryosuke even though he's not as rich as you are. You envy Yuri's ability to make it all work for him without breaking a sweat. You want to know the secret behind Daiki's ability to make people like him on first sight. You so want to be everybody else, you wanna know why? Because you're insecure, you don't know your own worth, and you're insensitive to what others think of you. That's what you are. Did I omit anything?"
Kei felt the prick of tears behind his eyelids. It was a cruel analysis of his whole being. He bit his lip.
Divine intervention does exist, for they arrived at Kei's home and the chauffeur, Harada, announced their arrival.
"You know what, Yuya? You're right. I am what you think I am. And you wanna know why? Because people doesn't like telling me that in a nice way. Or maybe you shouldn't be the one telling me. You don't care about how I run my life, and you never will, so mind your own business for a minute and let me live my life the way I want to live it!"
He opened the door hastily stepped out of the limo, unmindful of the ledge of the sidewalk, so he almost tripped over himself. He knew that his tears were running freely down his cheeks now, and he didn't care. Somebody just stepped on his ego and he wanted to do was let it all out.
A preventive hand on his elbow stopped his from tripping, and once he got back on his feet, he brushed it away. He knew it was Yuya's. He didn't want anything to do with Yuya anymore. He could go back to Yuri -- Yuri would want him back anytime.
"Kei, look at me."
He didn't move, he just stood there with his back to Yuya, his elbow gripped by the older’s hand, his tears pouring down his cheeks. He never felt this wretched in his whole life. Not even when he found out that his grades would not take him to Harvard.
"Kei, look at me."
There was a forcefulness in Yuya’s voice that made Kei shiver from inside out, and made him look at the other, runny mascara be damned. He faced him, hiccoughing, his eyes on the pavement, not wanting to look at this cruel boy who made him cry.
Yuya gently laid a hand on Kei’s chin and pulled the crying boy towards him.
"I can't let you off without a goodbye kiss, surely?" he said, and then he kissed Kei, his mouth firmly on Kei’s plump ones. He put his hands in Kei’s curls, deepening the kiss, close enough for the younger boy to think that it was a real kiss and not a smack, but not close enough for impropriety.
Kei was startled, but he let the kiss happen. There was some sort of buildup a while ago that led to this.
Yuya pulled away for a minute and smirked against Kei’s lips, Kei can feel it more than he can see it.
It sparked Kei’s anger once more. He opened his mouth to say something but Yuya pulled him in again.
It was Kei’s first French kiss.
And he didn't want to let go.
Yuya’s hands and fingers were on Kei’s face, warm and hard at the same time, pushing the younger’s tears away, wiping the tear tracks from his porcelain skin. Then they always went back to his hair. They always went back to the job of pulling him closer every time he went too far for Yuya’s mouth to touch.
They pulled away, not rapidly, but slowly, as if scared to let go. Kei was feeling better all of a sudden, and that was because he was staring at Yuya's eyes looking at him like he was the most beautiful person he always beheld, Yuya-style.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Kei," he whispered.
"Y-yeah."
He kissed him again, this time sweetly, briefly, on his pink-buffed lips. Yuya smiled at Kei, entered the limo again, closed the door, and drove away.
Kei watched the car drive away. He raised a finger to touch his lips. They still felt like Yuya's kissing them. He blushed.
What did Takaki Yuya feel for Inoo Kei anyway?
He felt hot and cold, angry and happy. He hated Yuya but he didn't know whether his heart and his mind were mutual in the judgment.
Besides, there was Yuri to think about. Yuri and his most likely tendency to pull the hair out of Kei’s head when he finds out that Kei kissed Yuya.
He vowed never to see Yuya again. Which is impossible, considering how small the town they were in is, but he has got to try.
What did Inoo Kei feel for Takaki Yuya, anyway? That goddamned, scarf-wearing, sarcastic limo-totting bastar--
The blood flooded from his cheeks. The books! He left the books in Yuya’s limo!
Oh no. He might be breaking his own vow sooner than he thought.
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I finally got this out of my system! <3 The original PC x Camille fic is not that much different from the TakaNoo I posted here… let me know what you think! Comments are loved~