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Kchan: "Love- Right or Wrong" is a direct sequal to an earlier work, "Love Me, Hate You". So, if you haven't read it already, I suggest you do. Please? You'll be less confused then. :3 And if you couldn't tell, Kanaye is extremely vain.
Warning: Contains shonen ai (BoyxBoy relationships) I dunno exactly how far it'll get. Probably nothing mature-rated. :3 Other than that, some swearing and Kanaye's inner monologues that usually include death threats. Oh, and an evil animated version of Julius Caesar (I wonder if such a movie exists? :shudder:). Enjoy!
Love -Right or Wrong
"If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right"
Unknown
Chapter 1
Intro and Prelude
Hello and once again welcome to the lovely world of me, Kanaye Nakamura, in a story told by me, about me, etc...Whoa, like that wasn't vanity run amuck. Ahem. You still don't remember me? Hmphh...I guess that means I'll have to help you out then, won't I?
I just got into my sophomore year of highschool, I was extremely popular (especially with the ladies), had a high grade point average, come from a wealthy family, and have good looks! Mmmm...yes, frighteningly good looks. What could be sexier than a guy that’s half Japanese and half Irish? With pretty green eyes, black hair...tall... Imean, sheesh! I had it all!
I was basking in the glory of popularity, until this little shrimpy guy named Riki Inamoto came. With his damned innoccent, puppy-dog, blue eyes and ever-messy brown hair.And the fact that he's always smiling and happy no matter what. He stole my fame and glory and...I think I'm going out with him...
Let me start here, two weeks or so after our little… ‘incident’ at the nurse’s office.
.:--:.
It was Friday. I sat across from Ken at our usual lunch table and next to Riki who was currently clinging on to my arm again. I picked at the food on my tray, ignoring both of the other boys sitting with me. The food was rather disgusting as usual. Some gray stuff that might’ve been mashed potatoes at one time was splattered all over a chunk of soggy bread. One the side was a small apple that had more bruises than a rugby player, and that’s saying something!
Ken ran a hand through his blonde hair, no doubt trying to think of what he was going to say. He’s a German foreign exchange student (was it German, or something else? I can’t ever remember, nor do I really care). He still has trouble with his Japanese, and sometimes pauses mid-sentence for like a minute to think of a single word. I swear I’ll just hire a German-Japanese linguist for him one of these days. It would make everyone’s life so much easier. Everyone being me.
His eyes lit up with an expression that said he had remembered the word he was thinking of, and said excitedly, “Ohhh! ‘Relationship’ means ‘Beziehung’” he laughed at this as if it were some private joke that only he got and finally asked, “So how’re you two doing? You know…with your relationship?”
Riki relinquished his death grip on my arm and grinned, “Kanaye-san took me to the aquarium over the yesterday!”. I rolled my eyes at this. Yes, I had taken him to the small aquarium, and I rather wish I hadn’t. He fancied every fish in there as a type of seafood, and had even asked the lady at the information kiosk which once were edible and such. Weirdo.
“Sounds fun!” Ken smiled, “You doing anything this weekend?”
Riki’s smiled widened even more, but he didn’t answer. He looked up at me, wanting me to tell Ken. I fidgeted in my seat and messed with the food on my tray again before mumbling, “I invited Riki over to meet my parents” I took a deep breath, “and I’m cooking everything for the dinner.”
Yes, you heard me right; I invited that moron over to meet my parents. Mind you, I just told them that he’s a friend, nothing more. They wouldn’t really handle the whole relationship with another boy very well. Despite the number of misleading shonen-ai and yaoi manga that come out of the Land of the Rising Sun (aka Japan), the Japanese are generally not very accepting of gay relationships. Why? Because it produces no heirs, no children, unless you adopt of course, but that’s beside the point. If a relationship won’t guarantee any children to carry on your family’s name, then the whole affair seems rather pointless. Plus my mother's a strict Catholic Irishwoman, so she has religious issues against it. How did I ever get so lucky?
Then you always have the social stigmatisms against it. Wow, I just get all the luck. I have to remember to tell Riki not to be too clingy while we’re at my house. My parents might catch on. I hate keeping secrets. Ken on the other hand was enthralled, as was Riki. Damn you people! No, damn you Riki! This is your fault and it’s so not cool!
Ken winked at Riki, “So you’re already going to meet his parents. That’s lovely” he smiled at me wickedly, “And he’s even going to cook for you. I wouldn’t eat it though. I’ve heard he can’t cook worth beans, pardon the pun”
“Shut it, blondie” I snapped at him, and turned to Riki, “Here’s the deal: you can’t hang on me while we’re at my house, okay?”
Ken, sensing this was a more private discussion, said something about having to pick up something from his Literature teacher, and left the cafeteria.
Riki looked up at me with big, blue questioning eyes, “Why can’t I?” he asked once Ken left.
I sighed and ran tousled his brown locks, “Because I told my parents you’re just a friend. Just please do at least that for me?”
He shrugged, not looking happy about it, but agreed anyways, “Sure Kanaye-san”
I grinned at this last part evilly. I made sure no one was really looking and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You don’t have to use formalities anymore, I won’t mind…at least not too much”. Before getting up to leave as well, I gave him a kiss on the ear and grinned knowing full well he was going to go into a blushing fit. I probably was a little red in the face myself, but meh…
Hehe…once again, no I’m not going soft. I love messing with him like that. Seeing him blush makes me laugh. I don’t suppose he minds too much though, so everybody wins. It’s a small compensation for having to put up with him and all the problems he causes me.
.:--:.
The rest of the day was hellish, as usual. We were watching a movie in Literature. Whoo-hoo…NOT. It was a cheesy animated version of Julius Caesar, and they somehow managed to add talking animals that help Brutus and avoided animating blood (or violence) of any kind. This is a story about assassination, and there’s no blood and violence? And it has bug-eyed talking animals? That sing?! Someone please shoot me now.
Calculus went by without too much trouble. Just dull as hell ( I already know this stuff, but its an easy ‘A’). And then cam Art class, the one class I had with Riki (besides homeroom and lunch, which don’t count as classes).
I walked into class and gave a pleasant ‘hello’ to Minasae-sensei, the art teacher who was currently building a scarecrow out of lumps of straw. God knows why she’s making a scarecrow, but she’s a nice lady so I won’t question it. I saw Riki out of the corner of my eye, but just walked past him, pretending I hadn’t seen him.
You may be wondering, “Gee, Kanaye-san, why do you have to be such an ass to your new boyfriend?”. The answer, my friends, is quite simple: because I can, that’s why. Hmph.
I quietly went to the back of the class to get a my project I had been working on; drawing the same rose using 3 different mediums. I had currently painted one in watercolour, and drew one in graphite. Maybe I’ll make the third one in coloured pencil? I grabbed a set of pencils and sat down at a table, away from a certain brown-haired, blue-eyed boy. I was proud that I was able to ignore him this long.
That is, until he threw a marker at me. That didn’t annoy me as much as the fact that said marker didn’t have a cap on it, and therefore left a nice purple line on the back of my neck (and probably the back of my shirt as well). I turned around in my seat to shoot him a glare. He just smiled back at me, waved, and then went back to work. What did I do to deserve this?
“That’s it, you little monkey! I refuse to make dessert for you!” I yelled across the room and stood up, causing people to look up from their work and glance at me like I was out of my bloody mind. Maybe I was. Who knew? I slumped back down in my seat and muttered curses under my breath while grudgingly working on my project.
.:Kyande:.