Special notes: “Words written like this is translated Japanese so you can understand what’s going on.” I’ll also include some random words and phrases in Japanese, I need it for the story, I’ll write the translation in the end, though.

Warnings: This is a manXboy romance, this means shota and graphic yaoi. If anyone doesn’t know what that means, I suggest you look it up. It also contains violence against humans and furry little animals and non-con rape. (Ever heard of consensual rape? I haven’t o.O)

Night secrets

By Shimisaki-kun

Chapter one – ‘What Did I Do Last Night?!?’

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The soft morning sun shone trough the window, making the man stir, slowly opening his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and yawned before he smiled and stretched, trying to wake up completely.

As his outstretched arm collided with warm, soft skin, he stopped his actions and touched the thing again. Oh, yeah, there was definitely someone there. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes and removed his hand from the person and let it rest on his own chest.

When he shifted, trying to sit up, he noticed that he didn’t have his pajama pants on, hell, he didn’t even have his boxers on. God, he was naked. What did he do last night? No matter how hard he tried to, all he could remember was blurry pictures and fractions of conversations.

He sat up and looked to his right, he saw a girl that lay besides him. She had long baby blue hair and full and pouty lips that was a soft shade of pink. Her frame was small and delicate, making her look young, about seventeen. As his eyes wandered lower, he noticed that the quilt had fallen down a bit, revealing her chest. Only... it wasn’t the chest of a woman; it was lean and smooth like a boy’s.

Kai almost fell off of the bed when he realized that it indeed was a boy besides him, a very feminine boy at that. The boy seemed younger now than when he had thought he was a girl, fourteen-fifteen, sixteen at the most.

Oh, god. He had apparently slept with a minor, but like that was the worst, nope. He had slept with a boy that hadn’t even reached the age of consent by the looks of things! 1 He had to get the boy to leave and to, preferably, not to speak of this to anyone.

He reached out and shook the boy’s shoulder. “Get up,” he said sternly.

“Nnnh...” the boy sounded as he slowly opened his eyes. “Stop it, Kai... I wanna sleep...” the boy said and rolled over to his side.

Kai’s eyes narrowed and he shook the boy again. “Get up and get out!” he said.

The boy rolled around again and looked at Kai. “What?” he asked.

“Get out.” Kai repeated.

“B...but... what did I do w-wrong?” the boy asked with tear-filled eyes, looking at Kai.

Kai glared at the boy, making him wince. “Because I don’t want you here, moron!” he sneered.

The boy blinked the tears away and stood up, wrapped in the sheet and walked into the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

Kai sighed and stood up and walked over to the dresser. When he had put a pair of sweatpants on, he walked over to his bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Hurry up! I want you the fuck out of here.” Kai gritted his teeth as he looked at the closed door.

“Why should I care what you want?” came the muffled reply from the other side before it was drenched by the sound of the shower being turned on.

Kai glared at the door before turning around and walking out of the room. When he came into the living room he groaned. There were clothes scattered about everywhere. Chairs had been knocked over and half of the contents of the bookshelf were lying on the floor.

He walked over to what he figured was the unknown boy’s jacket. It was a thin spring jacket, not really what you should be wearing in the middle of November. He picked the blue and green garment up and searched through the pockets until he found what he had been looking for.

He opened the black leather wallet, looking for some sort of ID. He found a student ID, the boy appeared to be Mitsutoshi Yamashita, age fifteen, born on the seventh of September 1989.

He groaned. Even though he knew that the kid couldn’t be more that sixteen, he had hoped he was at least a bit older, but no such luck, well, at least the kid was old enough to have sex.

He groaned again when he thought of what had happened that night he slumped down into a chair and stared up at the sealing. ‘Oh, fuck.... I fucked a fifteen-year-old guy!’ The sudden realization dawned upon him and he felt the urge to throw up.

He stood up from the chair and walked back into his bedroom and walked over to the adjoining bathroom, bringing his hand up to pound on the door. “Hey! Kid! Get the fuck out of there! Don’t make me come in and throw your sorry ass to the curb!” he shouted through the door, hoping the kid would get out of his flat quickly.

The kid didn’t respond, he only heard the soft noise of running water from inside the bathroom.

Kai sighed and walked over to the dresser where he grabbed a screwdriver he forgot to put back into the toolbox when he had put up a bookshelf in his bedroom, and walked back to the bathroom door. He put the end of the screwdriver against the lock and gave it a twist. He smirked as he heard the lock click and opened the door.

He walked inside and put the screwdriver on the black marble sink before walking towards the shower cabinet. As he approached the shower he saw the blurry silhouette of Mitsutoshi, his slender form standing in the middle of the shower, his hands slowly moving around his body, applying shower gel to his body.

Kai watched mesmerized as Mitsutoshi took a bottle of shampoo and pouring the fluid into his hand before he reached up and started to massage it into his hair with nimble fingers. Kai shook his head and ignored the warm feeling in his stomach. This wasn’t the time; he had to throw the little freeloader out before he did something he would regret later.

He banged at the shower cabinet, seeing the boy turn around, slowly reaching for the sliding door. “What is it?” he asked, his voice gentle but hurt at the same time. His normally soft blue hair was clinging to his face, heavy with droplets of water making the color appear darker. His violet eyes were glaring daggers at Kai.

“I want you out of my flat, pronto. Never try to contact me again, never come near me again, and never speak of this to anyone!” He literally growled at the young boy.

The boy’s eyes flared with anger, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his fists, trying not to lash out at the older, taller and much stronger man. “Oh, please. Like I’d remember last night anyways. You aren’t even half-decent in bed. Actually, I’ve never had such a lousy fuck in my life!” the boy snorted and slammed the door shut, not caring if the thing broke or not.

Kai was boiling with anger. If he got any angrier there would be coming steam out of his ears. He stormed out from the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. God, that fucking.... boy.... How dared he? How could he just stand there and insult him like that right into his face? He’d never had anyone complain about his performances in bed before. Never!

He continued walking until he found himself in the kitchen where he went straight for the coffeepot, putting on a new batch after pouring away the remaining from yesterday. If he only could remember what the fuck had happened last night. And how he had ended up in bed with that... that boy...

It annoyed him that the boy possibly knew what had happened since he had known his name. He wanted to know, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask the little brat about it!

He heard the door to his bathroom slam shut a few seconds before the boy, only wearing a towel around his waist emerged from the bedroom. The boy ignored him totally and started picking up his clothes. He picked his jeans up from the floor and quickly slipped them on, dropping the towel on the floor. He closed the zipper on his snug-fitting hip-huggers and started rummaging around for his shirt. The garment in question was at the moment flung over the floor lamp in the corner.

“Your shirt is over there!” Kai muttered gruffly, sipping at his coffee, trying not to stare at the backside of the boy as he bent over, picking his sock off of the floor, making the tight denim stretch out over the two firm globes of the boy’s ass.

Kai cleared his throat and turned his back towards the boy. “Will you hurry up? I have to get to work! And I want your scrawny ass out of here before I go” he snorted, his face almost buried in the mug.

Mitsutoshi turned around to glare at the older man, but was met by his bare back, the sight of taut skin over hard muscles made him blush. Kai had been so nice and sweet, why had he been so cold, distant and... mean this morning?

He sighed and walked over to the lamp, jerking his shirt off of it before slipping the silky garment on. He really had to leave anyway, he were going to have a hard time as it was to explain to his father why he had been away all night, not that he really cared, though...

After collecting all of his things he slowly put his shoes on and walked over to the door. He grabbed his jacket from the coat hander and snuggled into the soft material before pushing the handle down. He turned around before he stepped outside, walking back into the living room. He walked over to Kai standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at him. He smirked sexily as he brought his arms up to rest on his shoulders before pulling him down, forcing Kai’s lips to meet his own in a crushing kiss. He forced the older man’s mouth open, moving his tongue inside, relishing the bitter taste of the coffee he just drank.

Kai was shocked by the actions of the boy, but as soon as their tongues met, he instinctively took the lead, not caring if the boy liked it or not. After all, he had taken the initiative, not Kai.

Kai slowly broke free from the kiss and glared down on the boy who was wearing a very dazed expression. “Get out!” he shouted, making the boy look up. Mitsutoshi smiled, his cheeks a bit flushed, and turned to leave, gently closing the door behind him, whispering something that got lost in the wind.

Kai sighed and glared at the door. Fucking kid. Now he had to take care of the unwanted boner he had left him with. He gritted his teeth and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

xxxXXXxxx (Kai - 11:45)

He was late; as usual.

He was late and he was in a foul mood; as usual.

He was late, in a foul mood and he had been called into the Chief’s office as soon as he walked into the building; as usual.

“Carter!!” the shouting came from the office at the end of the hall, making Kai want to winch. “Uh-oh... he’s mad, aren’t he?” the brown haired man on his left said.

“Shut up, Jeffrey. I can handle him.” Kai said, not feeling quite as sure as he felt. The man wished him good luck before hurrying to his desk, not wanting to stay too close to him if the Chief would come outside. He sighed again and walked over to the door, not bothering to knock on it before stepping inside.

“Yes, Chief?” he asked with little interest, resisting the urge to yawn.

The tall, but elderly man, growled at him, and stood up from his desk, putting his hands on it and glaring at Kai. “Where the hell have you been the last hour?” he shouted. “No, don’t even answer that. I’m sure you where at some shady brothel somewhere. Doing anything but work!” he said before Kai had a chance to answer.

“For your information, Chief, I don’t have to pay for my women...” he drawled, sitting down in the chair across from the desk.

The chief ignored him and threw a file in his lap. “You’ve got a new assignment. The Japanese ambassador who just moved here, have received several threats towards himself and his family. He has asked for someone who can look after his youngest son.”

“Hold it! I’m not a fucking babysitter, I’m a detective.” He shot back at the man in front of him.

The older man ran a hand through his unruly, dark-blonde hair with a few specks of gray at his temples, and sighed. “You will do as you’re told or else you’ll be out on the street signing parking tickets!”

He glared down at the dark-haired detective, daring him to talk back. “Why do they want me?” Kai asked finally.

The Chief shrugged. “They said it had something to do with your ancestry. They don’t really trusts westerners, and you’re part Japanese...”

“My mother’s great-grandmother was from Japan, that does not make me Japanese. And, besides, I don’t know a fucking word of Japanese, all I can say is ‘Kampai’....” Kai’s mood was rapidly getting worse by the minute. He was starting to hate that damned country! Wasn’t it enough that he had accidentally(?) spent the night with a Japanese student? Nooooo! Now he had to baby-sit some little Japanese brat cause daddy was too afraid an American would be corrupted.... or something like that.

“Just shut up and open the damned folder!” the Chief barked and sat down in his chair, opening his own copy of the file. “Turn to page three, some details regarding the case and your job-description is on that page.”

Kai huffed, but did as he was told, opening the file. ‘...letters in which he was threatened with bodily harm... threats against his wife and two children... someone broke in to their house and sprayed the wall, writing tabidatsu i.e. ‘leave’ and murdered their dog...’ Kai looked up from the file when he reached a photo of the dog where it lay on the expensive carpet, his tongue hanging out of it’s mouth, his paws cut off and his belly cut open, his innards falling out on the rug. “That’s just disturbing and sick!” he groaned as he glanced down on the picture, quickly turning the page.

“Yes, it seems as if we have some really sick people to deal with here.” Kai looked up at his Chief, was he actually being sympathetic for once?

“Huh?” he asked, trying not to look baffled.

“How could anyone want to destroy such a beautiful carpet?” the Chief sighed again and smirked up at Kai. “Stop complaining and be thankful it was only the dog. If something would have happened to the Yamashita family, it would cause a great political scandal, the Japanese ambassador killed in his own home! If you screw this up, I’ll personally haul your ass!” Kai was about to say something when the glare he received shut him up.

“Yes sir...” he mumbled.

“Good, now read the Family BIO.” The Chief said with a tone that didn’t allow any arguments.

Kai glared at the older man but then lowered his eyes until he was met by the picture of an older looking man with black hair and dark eyes. He had a few wrinkles in his otherwise smooth face. Kai read the man’s name, already sure of whom it was:

Name; Shigei Yamashita.

Age; forty-six.

Blood type: AB negative

Height: 174 cm

Kai turned the page, not having enough presence of mind to read the rest of the information he was given about Mr. Yamashita.

On the other page a beautiful woman with her light blue hair put up in a traditional bun, a pair of hairpins with red stones on the top was put into her hair. She had pale milky skin and her amber eyes burned with passion. She was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Strangely enough, she reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t figure out who it was. He shrugged the feeling off of him and red the firs few lines of her BIO.

Name: Shizuka Yamashita

Age Forty-two

Blood type: O negative

Height 170 cm

Shimming through the page he turned it over and revealed a photograph of an adolescent boy with blue hair and jade green tips and roots. His cerulean eyes where half lidded and he stood in a sultry pose, one hand halfway down his left pocket while his right was tangled up in his hair, moving it away from his face. He had fairly light skin, not as light as his mother though, his tight white polo making him appear slightly darker than he was. His jeans where black and tight. They seemed worn at the knees and the upper thighs, a hole right under his left knee. His hair reached his shoulders, slightly longer at the back.

Name: Shoichi Yamashita

Age: Nineteen

Blood type: A positive

Height 173 cm

Kai had to admit that the boy looked hot. He was determined to get that picture out of his head, he didn’t want anything to do with Japanese boys. Especially not the one from this morning.

When he turned the page, he thought he was going to die from shock. Right there in the photo, with his hands over his head as he danced to some unknown song, where the boy from this morning. His long blue hair flowed down from the ponytail it was put up into, the hair swaying to his movements. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt with the arms cut off, he had a leather choker around his neck. He was also clad in black leather pants with several buckles and clasps. His head was turned into profile, his eyes half closed, his violet eyes where unfocused and he was gently nibbling on his lower lip. His pink lips turned into a smile.

Name: Mitsutoshi Yamashita

Age :Fifteen

Blood type: O positive

Height 165 cm

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Why the hell had he woken up with the Japanese ambassador’s youngest son in his bed? He was so royally screwed. He was sure that the brat would go straight to daddy and tell him exactly what they had done last night, and how he had treated him this morning, as soon as he showed up at the damned place. Even though it wasn’t illegal, he would still be shunned for corrupting and seducing a child. He might even lose his job if he went through with this.

On the other hand, he was pretty sure William F. Marsh would either fire or kill him if he didn’t do this job. He shuddered as he thought of the two possibilities. What should he choose? The plague or cholera?2

“What are you thinking about? It smells burned in here.” the Chief exclaimed as he saw the look on Kai’s face.

“I... uh.... nothing... When will I start?” he asked flatly, not really considering death as an option.

“Right now. You will pick the boy up after school, at fifteen hundred hours sharp!” William said, glaring icily at Kai who nodded.

“Yes sir.” He said and walked out of the office. ‘I am so fucked...’ he thought as he sat down at his desk, staring at the clock, not wanting the time to pass.

xxxXXXxxx (Mitsutoshi - 9:20)

That jerk! How dared he speak to him like that? Mitsutoshi was sad and his pride was hurt. The only way he could save face was to tell the guy he stunk in bed. He seemed very baffled when he heard that. It was as if he thought that no one was better in bed than him.

Well, he was right, actually. Mitsuo didn’t think he could find a better lover than Kai, not that he had had many before him, none actually. Last night he had been so unlike himself, he never did anything like that, ever. It was Shoichi who had made him go out yesterday. It was always his brother who did those things, not him...

Mitsuo would never have thought he would leave with a strange guy, let alone sleep with him. He smiled sadly as he walked down the almost empty street. Damn. It hurt to walk. It even hurt to think about walking, too. He pulled his wallet out, looking if he had enough money to take a cab home. A faint sigh of relief escaped his lips as he counted the bills.

He walked over to the side of the road and started waving for a cab. He almost gave up trying to catch one when a yellow car pulled up besides him. He thanked his lucky star and got into the cab. He told the driver his address and leaned back against the seat. Damn, it hurt to sit, too. ‘This is all Kai’s fault!’ he thought as he closed his eyes and groaned, trying to find a comfortable position. Not finding one, he gave up and bared the pain, after all, he was soon going to be home.

‘Home’, he thought. ‘Home is Japan where I left all of my friends! Home is where I grew up, not this horrible town we’ve been dragged off to!’ Mitsuo almost started to cry when he thought of his old home, his old friends, and his old life.

He shook his head and bit his lip to keep the offending tears at bay, hoping the pain would take his mind off of the past, both the distant and the recent.

“Hey! Kid! We’re here.” The man in the front seat said as he stopped outside the large iron gate that surrounded the large house. He paid and thanked the man, walking over to the gate. Once there, he leaded towards the wall and reached up, pushing a pale finger to the intercom, hearing a buzzing sound as the machine connected.

“Yes?” came the drawling, uninterested reply.

“Um, this is Mitsutoshi Yamashita... can you please open the door?” he asked, waving into the camera, smiling.

Only a few moments later, the gate slowly started to open, Mitsuo hurrying inside. Once he walked into the house he ignored the pain shooting through his lower back and up his back, and ran up the polished staircase and into his room.

He locked the door behind him, not wanting anyone to get inside. He was fully aware that the guard probably had told his father of his return, but he didn’t have to deal with him until later, when he got home. Nothing ever got in the way of his father’s work, not even a missing child.

Mitsuo sighed and began to undress. He had to get to school. If he didn’t, his encounter with his father would become ten times worse. As he got dressed in his school uniform, he grabbed his backpack and stuffed down his books into it.

He had actually thought he didn’t have to wear a stupid uniform here in the U.S. but apparently the school he had to go to still had the rule about uniforms. He should have known, his father would never allow him to go to a school with ‘normal’ kids. Only the best, and most prestigious schools would do. He didn’t mind, though, he was used to it. And he would do anything to keep his father pleased.

He glanced at the clock, it was already 10:06 a.m. and he had missed his first two periods, and soon his third, too. He hurried down to the garage and got ‘his’ chauffeur to drive him to school.

The school was a large Victorian building in stone with two stories. The facade was a dull gray, and the schoolyard was completely empty. He thanked the driver and ran inside the large building.

He headed directly towards his advanced calculus class, praying that the teacher would only give him a warning instead of the usual detention that you received for being late. He already had to ask his other teachers for their forgiveness and attend to their detentions. He groaned, this was beginning to be an awful day.

xxxXXXxxx ( Kai – 15:03 )

He felt a sudden urge to hit his head against the steering wheel, but refrained from it in the last minute.

Where was he?

The kid was supposed to quit at three!

He slowly turned his head so he could see the gate, looking at the kids as they walked past him, chatting with each other and laughing at silly jokes. He wanted to gag. He hated kids. They were disgusting, annoying and loud. He couldn’t believe he had ever been one himself.

He snorted. Apparently he couldn’t hate kids that much, considering what he had woken up to find this morning.

This time he did hit his head on the steering wheel, making the horn go off. The students jumped and glared oddly at him before hurrying off.

When he looked up again he saw the blue haired boy walk through the gates. He turned the engine on and waited. He had picked the car up at the ambassador’s residence, so he knew the kid would recognize it.

He was right. Only a few minutes later the boy walked up to the silver-metallic car and got into the back seat. Kai looked at him through the rear-view mirror. The kid looked exhausted and winced when he threw himself onto the seat, murmuring a curse and something that sounded like ‘Fuck you, Kai.’.

Kai chuckled out loud, making the boy glare at him. “What’s so funny?” he snapped.

“Rough night?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mitsuo stared at the man’s back, hoping his father wouldn’t be too upset if he killed the man. “That’s none of your business!” he murmured at Kai, his face starting to heat up.

Kai shrugged. “It’s your own fault for going home with guys you don’t even know.”

“Nani yo?” he shouted. How the hell could this man know anything about last night? “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Like you don’t know...” Kai said as he drove up to the gate that held unwanted visitors at bay, in theory at least.

“Who the hell are you? I’ve never seen you before!” Mitsuo asked angrily, folding his arms over his chest, glaring in the man’s reflection in the small mirror. He was wearing shaded sunglasses and a smirk on his face.

“Your brand new babysitter.” The man answered, his voice dripping of sarcasm. He parked the car outside the front door and got out. A man in a white shirt and black slacks hurried out from the house and took the keys, ready to drive the car to the garage.

Kai opened Mitsuo’s door and closed the door behind him. Mitsuo glared at him as he walked up the stairs and opened the door, Kai right behind him.

Mitsuo growled and stomped off into his room. Right as he was slamming the door in Kai’s face, the man stopped the door and walked inside, locking the door behind him.

Mitsuo swirled around, glaring at the tall, dark haired man. “What are you doing? Get the hell out of my room!”

“Listen, kid, we need to talk.” Kai said, reaching up and taking his sunglasses off. Mitsuo gasped and walked backwards until he fell down onto his bed.

“Wha... what are you doing here?” he asked, his violet eyes vide with surprise and...fear?

“I told you, I’m your babysitter, and we need to talk!” he said again, somewhat annoyed at the boy’s slow mind.

The boy stared at him as he moved closer, stopping when he got next t the bed. “First of all, I don’t want you to tell anyone about... last night, or this morning, you got that?” Kai asked, glaring down at the boy. Mitsuo only nodded, his mouth still open.

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Nani yo? What the hell?

1 The age of consent is fifteen in Sweden, just so you know... And since I’m used to that, that is the age of consent in this story, too.

2 okay, that weird saying about the plague and cholera is a Swedish proverb that basically means that you have to chose from two very bad things in hope for the less painful. Like to chose from two deadly diseases and hope one kills you without too much pain. I’m sorry if no one understand what I’m saying....

A/N I know that this is a bit like FAKE, with the part-Japanese cop, the shouting Chief and all, but I promise, It’s not gonna be too similar to FAKE. It better not be, or I’ll get sued! o.O

This story is really, REALLY gonna earn it’s R- rating, so be warned and don’t let your younger siblings read this!