Pieces
Part 2
Nakanaide nakanaide taisetsu na hitomi ha
Kanashisa ni tsumazuitemo shinjitsu wo
Miteite ne
sono mama no anata daite
Daisuki na sono egao kumorasete gomenne
Inottemo toki no nagare hayasugite
Tooku made nagasaretakara modorenakute
.....
"Pieces"—L’Arc~en~Ciel
***
A couple of weeks later, I’m at the studio, last one here again. It’s getting to
be a habit lately. Even Kaoru doesn’t have any reason to hang around here as late as
me. Not that I really have a reason either, its just that I have no reason to leave. The
studio is starting to feel more like a home to me than my own apartment. I’m playing
my guitar, scribbling chords down. The one thing I can say for feeling like crap is that
good work comes from it. I’m sitting on the couch in the semi-dark, I never like to
leave the lights on, because then someone might notice, and wonder why I’m still
here. I don’t need to advertise the fact that I have no life.
Even Shinya is getting more than me lately.
The sudden touch of cold fingers on my shoulders and tickling warm breath on the back of
my neck sends shivers down my spine. The hands take hold of me, turn me over push me down
onto my back on the couch, and my voice is silenced forcefully before I’d even
formulated what I wanted to say. Lips attacking mine, tongue sliding past, searching out
the hidden depths of my mouth. They taste familiar; the taste of tobacco mixed with
something else sweeter, and just a hint of... lavender? I push against the chest hard,
breaking the contact of our mouths.
"Kaoru?!"
He looks at me, but doesn’t speak, just lowers his lips to meet mine again but I stop
him before he gets there.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Shut up Die." He growls at me, eyes dark with something I couldn’t make
out. He kisses me, hard, and I find myself responding, kissing him back. There was nothing
tender in the kiss, it was a battle, neither of us willing to submit to the other, teeth
nipping lips and tongues. But it wasn’t right. I had to know why he was doing this.
So I pushed at him again.
"Why?"
I ask him, looking up at him. Somehow the moon is shining in on him, making his hair
silver, he looks almost otherworldly in that frosty light. Then he does something I
can’t forget, I wont forget as long as I live.
He hits me.
Just like that. Slap. Right across the face.
"I told you already, shut up, Die."
I’m shocked speechless. And yet I’m not shocked. Not shocked that he would hit
me, but rather, shocked that he’s here, hitting me, kissing me, when he has Toshiya.
"Kao—" And he kisses me again before I can protest, ask him what happened
to Toshiya, and then I don’t care anymore. He pulls at my pants, and I have to bite
my lip to keep from crying out as they slide over sensitive flesh. He’s not gentle,
he never was. It’s always like this. Only now... but I can’t think now, not with
his hands and mouth on me. When he touches me, its like all the strength flows out of my
body, I’m as helpless as a newborn baby. He grabs me again, turns me over roughly,
and then he’s inside me, and it _hurts_, and I can’t breathe because of the way
he’s got my face mashed into the couch. He doesn’t seem to notice, sometimes I
really wonder if he ever _really_ notices me, of I’m just a convenient fuck. I’m
beginning to suspect the latter. I’m struggling a bit, trying to breathe, but he just
holds my hips still and fucks me hard. And then he’s coming, and he’s screaming
out _my_ name when he comes? Although I could have sworn he was about to say someone
else’s name, but caught himself in time. He’s collapsed on top of me, still
inside me, and we just like there like that for a few minutes, sweaty bodies sticking
together, breathing hard.
"One word to _anyone_ about this, and you’re dead..." he whispers in my
ear, and then he’s gone leaving me lying bleeding on the couch, with my pants around
my knees, confused as hell. I can’t move, I’m too sore, but my mind is going
over what just happened trying to make sense of it all. But I can’t, it doesn’t
make sense at all. It’s not like he ever really felt anything for me, even when we
were doing this on a regular basis.
Finally I get up, pulling my trousers up, and limp over to the door. I can feel the blood
and semen running down my legs, and I haven’t hurt this much since the first time he
did it. I’m nearly crying now, legs wobbly, and I know I’m not going to make it
home in this state. So I somehow manage to fall back on the couch and eventually I think I
sleep, because the next thing I know, it’s morning and Kyo is shaking my shoulder,
telling me to wake up.
***
The first thing I’m greeted with in the morning is a red puffball on the couch. No
one else is there yet, for once in my life I got here early, but I am a little surprised
to see Die sleeping here, and in yesterdays clothes too if I’m not mistaken.
Something’s up with Die, but I haven’t been able to figure out just what it is
yet. Most of the time he’s just his normal lazy self, teasing Shinya and so on, but
sometimes I see this strange look in his eyes. And he’s never the first out the door
like he used to be.
"O~I Die-kun, okite!"
He opens his eyes slowly, and looks at me blearily. "Kyo-kun?"
"What are you doing here so early?"
He looks at me, "I could ask you the same thing."
I look back at him, there’s something he’s not telling me. "Yeah, but _I_
didn’t sleep at the studio. What’s up? It’s not like you to spend more time
than you have to here."
"It’s nothing. I was just too lazy to go home last night that’s all."
He hasn’t moved at all since I woke him up, still lying in the same position.
"What are you turning into a workaholic like Kaoru now?! Hey, do you want coffee? You
look like you need it..."
I’ve got my back to him, making the coffee, but I can still hear the groan when he
sits up. I look over my shoulder at him, but he’s collapsed back into the couch. He
catches me looking at him.
"I’m _FINE_. Since when did you turn into an old mother hen anyway??"
"I am not worried about you... here drink your coffee and shut up."
I stalk over there and give him the coffee. He looks at me.
"I am nothing like Kaoru."
What?
***
But the truth is I’m not fine. I feel like shit. My pants are sticking to me
uncomfortably, the blood and his semen sticking them like glue, and every time I think
about it, I feel sick. I seriously need a shower. But we’ve got to practice and I
can’t let anyone see that something’s wrong or Kaoru will kill me. Well maybe
not literally, but I’m sure he can do a lot to make my life like a living hell. But
the worst thing is, I’m kind of happy. Happy that he practically raped me? I keep
telling myself that I shouldn’t be, the way he treated me, and cheating on Toshiya
too, but there you go; in the end I can’t deny it, I’m fucking deliriously happy
that he still wants me. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let it happen
again...
It doesn’t make it right.
And I still don’t know why Kaoru would do that? He has Toshiya, the perfect beauty in
his bed now, and yet he’s still coming and fucking me? And he hasn’t touched me
for over six months. It doesn’t make sense at all.
***
Niimura Takehiko...
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