Before you read this, I'd like to remind you that this is shonen-ai, meaning boyxboy. If you don't like it, then don't read it. Also, you might want to read Dragon Scar (my other story) before you read this since all the characters in this story is from there. This takes place after Chapter 8. (Strange that the crack story is more serious than the real story...)
Written in Yukimura Shintaro's POV.
I considered Ashida Kenshin as a classmate, maybe a friend, but I didn't expect that we'd become more than that.
"Shintaro, I think I might be in love with you." Kenshin confessed, shifting his gaze to the ground to avoid looking me in the eye.
We had only known each other for a few short weeks, but during one day in that time, I hadn't been myself. I couldn't remember anything that I did in that day. My mind was drawing a blank. The last thing I remembered was Kenshin landing on me when Hamasaki-san had used her telekinesis to throw him because he pissed her off.
I didn't know what happened after, and I certainly don't want to find out, as I had been kissing Kenshin passionately when I returned to my normal self.
I punched him, sending him flying backwards at my demonic power. I'd been freaked out for a good hour after that incident, refusing to believe that I'd become gay.
I hugged Hirumi, trying to make myself believe that I was still straight. She made some sarcastic remarks, but didn't push me away. After a few moments, I felt her arms wrap around my waist, reciprocating the hug.
It felt nice, but my mind kept drifting back to Kenshin.
I held her even tighter, as if that would get rid of the feeling of Kenshin's lips and tongue.
"Shintaro...you're squishing me." Hirumi gasped.
I let her go immediately. For a few seconds, her face showed disappointment, then was quickly replaced by her usual mask of boredom. Maybe I imagined the disappointment. It didn't seem like her to do something like that.
"Let go of me, pervert!" Hamasaki-san had screamed, levitating Kenshin over the fence that surrounded the rooftop and let him fall into the pool five stories down. I figured that Kenshin had returned to his normal self.
I pulled myself out of my thoughts, back to the rooftop, where Kenshin stood before me, nervously waiting for my answer.
I was at a loss for words. I wasn't sure if I could return his love. We were both males after all, and Kenshin was already engaged to Hamasaki-san. But whenever he wasn't in my sight, I'd have an urge to go seek him out. I'd find myself staring at him during lessons, instead of focusing on my studies.
Am I gay? I must have asked myself that question at least a thousand times a day after the kiss.
"Kenshin, you're engaged. We're both guys. I don't know if that's such a good idea." I said. My chest started hurting, like it was being stabbed. 'Why does it hurt like this? Am...am I in love with him as well?' The statement didn't surprise me as much as I thought it would.
"I know. This is stupid, I don't even know why I'm confessing to you. Well, we're still friends, right?" Kenshin put on a smile. I could see that he wasn't as happy as he tried to look.
"Stop that. Stop pretending you're okay with this. I can see you aren't." It hurt me even more to see him like that.
"What am I supposed to do then? Cry?! I'm not a girl! I may be gay, but I'm not a girl!"
"Kenshin, stop shouting." He ignored me and continued to yell at me. "Kenshin!"
I didn't know what I was doing. All I know is that he fell silent. I felt his hand cupping the back of my head, his lips pressed against mine.
I pulled away, feeling heat rushing to my cheeks.
"Kenshin, I-" I was the one who kissed him first. 'I'm gay. I love another man.' I wanted to run away from all this. "I'm sorry."
I turned around, running to the stairs. I spared a backwards glance at Kenshin. The disappointment in his face made me want to turn back and comfort him. To hold him and tell him it'll be okay. But I couldn't. It took all of my willpower to turn my head back at the stairs in front of me. I hurried down them, each step taking me farther away from Kenshin.
I collided with someone in my haste to get away. "I'm sorry."
"Sheesh, watch where you're going." A familiar voice said. It was Hirumi. "I was just coming up to get you." She stood up, holding out her hand. I took it and she pulled me up to my feet.
"Is something wrong?" She asked, when I didn't say anything. I shook my head. She didn't need to know. "Shintaro, I can tell something's wrong. I'm not stupid."
"Nothing you need to be concerned about." I replied, walking past her.
The rest of the day felt like hell. I just wanted to crawl in some hole and die. Being in the same class as Kenshin, I was in the same room as him for all of my classes. Seeing him taking down notes emotionlessly made me feel guilty. It was my fault that he was like that.
'But I did what's right. I hope.' The logical part of my mind told me it was the right thing to do. One, we were both males. Two, he was already engaged. And three, we'd both get killed by angry females, Hamasaki-san's mother, and my sister. But it didn't feel right.
The emotionally driven part of my mind had found answers to the problems. It wasn't rare to find a same sex couple. Uncommon, maybe, but rare, no. Hamasaki-san hated Kenshin's guts, so he'd be safer with me. Nee-chan would hurt me, of course, but she wouldn't outright kill me.
'It'll make us both feel better if I tell him the truth.'
Before he left with Hamasaki-san, I dragged him back up to the roof. Fortunately, no one was there.
"What do you want? Haven't you had enough of humiliating me?" Kenshin asked, hatred in his tone. I knew I deserved it, even if it stung me.
"Kenshin, I'm sorry about earlier today."
"Is that all you wanted to say?" Kenshin turned to leave.
"Wait." I caught him by the arm. He stopped, looking at me with his blue, pain-filled eyes. "I-I love you." The moment I said those words, I felt considerably lighter, like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
"You made me go through all that trouble, only to tell me this now?"
"I'm sorry, I-"
My mind went blissfully blank as Kenshin leaned in and kissed me briefly. I forgot what I was about to say, but it didn't matter now.
The blonde haired boy in front of me smiled.
"Y-you're not mad at me?"
"I don't think I can stay mad at you for long. You're too cute."
"Sh-shut up!" I backed away from him, sure that my face had turned bright red by now. He advanced towards me. I felt my back press against the fence. 'Shit. I'm cornered.'
"I wonder what I should do to you now, after you did that to me..." Kenshin asked, his hands on the chain-link fence on either side of my head. He gave me a sadistic smirk, which made me feel terrified for my well-being. "I suppose I could make you scream my name over and over."
"Y-you aren't thinking of doing that to me, are you?" I asked nervously. He was going to make me have sex with him.
"I'd have to get you drunk first, don't I?" Kenshin smiled again.
"But we're only sixteen! We can't!"
"Can't what? Buy alcohol? Have sex?"
"Both!" I screamed. 'Why did I have to be the uke? I don't like this.' I ducked down under his arms, making a break for the stairs.
"And where do you think you're going?" Kenshin's arms wrapped around me from behind, preventing me from escaping.
"Away from you!" I tried to run away again. Kenshin was pretty strong for a human, or I just liked being held like this.
"I love you."
"Stop saying things like that! Shut up!"
"I love you." Kenshin repeated, amusement in his voice.
"I'll shut up if you tell me you love me back."
"No you won't." Even if I'd only known him for a few weeks, I knew that he'd only make me say it over and over until he was satisfied.
He began dragging me backwards, so that both of us were facing the door to the stairs. He pulled me down, making me land on his lap.
"What are you gonna do to me?" I asked, nervous. Since I was sitting on his lap, I couldn't see his face.
"Depends what kind of mood I'm in." He took my hands in his, brushing my knuckles with his thumbs. "Your hands are rough." He turned my hands so that my palms were facing up. They were
calloused from spending my whole life slaying demons and going through training.
"Kenshin, if I told you hypothetically, that I was a demon, what would you do?" I asked. I needed to know his answer.
"Demon? The one in Japanese mythology?"
"Yeah. What if I was one of those?"
"What kind? You aren't one of those teacup demons, are you?" He asked, amused. He probably had a mental image of a teacup with my face on it.
"No, a wolf demon."
"Is that what this is?" He rolled up my left sleeve, raising my arm so that he could see the black wristband that sealed my demonic powers. He traced the stitched kanji. "Ookami." He tugged on it, sliding it off my hand.
"Kenshin!" I said in alarm. What if someone was watching? I'd transform in broad daylight. "Not here!" I grabbed his hand, preventing him from taking the wristband off.
"Huh?" I stood up, hastily pulling him up to his feet. I dragged him to the stairs and shut the door behind us. I peered down the stairs. No one was there.
"This is my real form." I pulled the wristband off, feeling my demonic power rushing back to my body from the wristband.
Kenshin's eyes were wide with amazement, like a child's. "You look even cuter in this form."
I felt heat rushing back to my cheeks again. "Stop saying embarrassing stuff like that!"
His fingers latched onto my wolf ears. I stayed still. They were sensitive. He began rubbing them.
"K-Kenshin...s-stop it..." I gasped. This is the first time I've felt like this when someone rubbed my ears. My legs felt like jelly. I used his arms to help me stay on my feet. 'Why is this happening to me?Is it because it's Kenshin?'
His left hand moved to the side of my head, where a human ear should've been. There was nothing, only smooth skin. The other hand kept rubbing my ear.
"Are you okay? You look weak."
"Un." I rested my head on his shoulder. 'I can't stand for much longer.'
He supported my weight, his arms going around my back. He was silent for a while. I began to relax in his arms, until I felt a hand on my butt. I stiffened up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, my voice a deadly whisper.
"No tail?" Kenshin asked.
I pushed him away, backing up until I felt my back press against the wall.
"I don't get one until I'm seventeen. I'm not a fully grown demon yet."
"When's your birthday?"
"September 26, why?"
Kenshin thought for a second. "One hundred days til then."
"Just great, something else for you to torture." I wasn't looking forward to it, now that Kenshin developed a fondness for my wolf ears. I picked up my bag, which I'd abandoned next to the door earlier. "See you tomorrow."
"Shintaro. Wait." Kenshin said, making me pause by the stairs.
"What is it?" I turned around. He leaned in, planting a kiss on my lips.
"See you tomorrow." He grinned, at my blushing face, no doubt.
"U-un." I went downstairs, trying to slow my racing heartbeat.
The walk home was uneventful. I took the keycard out of my bag, swiping it at the lock. I pushed the door open, finding various items scattered on the floor. "Nee-chan?!" I called in alarm. It look like the apartment was ransacked.
"Shiori! Stop! Put that vase down!" A male voice shouted, coming from nee-chan's room.
I dropped my bag on the floor, running to the said room. I took my keychain from my pocket and infused my power into it. I held the katana in my hand, ready to kill.
I kicked the door open, almost hit by a vase. I ducked in time, the vase smashing against the wall behind me. Shards showered down and littered the floor.
"Shiori! I told you that you'll get diabetes if you don't stop!" A golden haired man said, defending himself from my sister with a pillow. I recognized him as Haru-nii, nee-chan's boyfriend.
"I don't care! I want my ice cream back!" Nee-chan threw a book at him. I discarded my katana, moving to restrain her. I grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. She tried to fry me with her dragon magic, until she realized that it was me who was holding her.
"Nee-chan, Haru-nii's only concerned for your health, so please stop trying to kill him." I said.
"Welcome home." Shiori said, as if she forgot that she was trying to kill Haru-nii a few seconds ago.
"Thanks Shintaro." Haru-nii collapsed on nee-chan's bed, exhausted. I briefly wondered how long they've been fighting for.
"Nee-chan, you're cleaning all this up."
"But..." She made a cute puppy dog face. "Shin-chan, you'll help your big sister, won't you?"
"I have to study for my exams, nee-chan." I went into my room, chuckling as she began screaming at Haru-nii to help her clean up.
I wasn't aware of how much time had passed, only that my hand hurt from writing all those notes, and my stomach was growling, not having eaten anything since lunch.
I stood up, thinking about what to make for dinner. I was about to ask nee-chan what she wanted to eat, but stopped myself. She'd definitely say ice cream.
I went into the kitchen, surprised to see Haru-nii and my sister cooking. Well, nee-chan was just sitting on the floor, staring at her empty ice cream bowl. She looked like she was about to cry.
"He sealed the freezer with his magic and now I can't open it." She pointed at Haru-nii, who had his back turned to us, cooking something over the stove.
"You already had one tub this morning before I left, and I don't know how much you ate when I was at school. I think you've had enough for a week."
"No more ice cream for this week?" She started to cry, hugging the refrigerator.
'I wonder how this'll work out when she's in the hospital for high glucose levels.' A mental image of a bloody hospital room with dead nurses and doctors popped up in my head, with a chibi version of my sister eating ice cream happily.
"At least start buying less sugary ice cream. I don't want you to go to the hospital." I said.
"But those taste yucky." She made a face. "And besides, I'm a dragon, human illnesses don't work on me."
"If you eat fifteen vats of ice cream a day, I think you'll have diabetes." Haru-nii said, turning the stove off. He picked up the ice cream bowl and deposited it in the sink.
"Shintaro, could you get the dishes?" He asked, trying to pry nee-chan off the fridge. "Shiori, let go."
"No! My ice cream's in here and I'm not letting it out of my sight!"
I picked up the dishes and carried it into the dining room.
I don't know how Haru-nii convinced nee-chan to come into the dining room, but she was staring at her food glumly.
"Shintaro, Haru and I are getting married." Nee-chan said, right when I had a good sip of my tea. I put the cup down, thumping my chest, coughing.
"You could've told me when I wasn't drinking!" I coughed. "Congratulations."
"Shintaro, do you want to live with us? I don't want you all alone here." Nee-chan said.
"You two will be starting your own family, I don't want to intrude. I'll be perfectly fine here." I said. 'And I don't want to live in the same house as a newlywed couple.'
"I can take care of myself. Remember, I'm the one who does the chores around here while you just sit in front of the TV, eating ice cream." I pointed out. I knew she was just worried for me, but I'm perfectly capable of living by myself. 'Maybe I can actually relax for once.' I thought. "So when's the wedding?"
"Next month. We'll just have to see when we can get the preparations done." Haru-nii said.
"We'll do the wedding prep at your Haru-nii's house so you can study for your exams. Maybe Rei can send a few agents here so you won't have to worry about demons."
"I think we can handle it. Hirumi and Hamasaki-san will just kill them within a few minutes anyway. Are you going to be staying at Haru-nii's house til then?"
"Yeah. You need to study, and we'll just bother you. I want nineties on your report card, okay?"
"Hai." A mischievous smile appeared on my lips. "Nii-chan, don't be too rough to my sister in bed." I said, watching my sister turn bright red with amusement. Haru-nii laughed, then started choking on his food. Nee-chan hit him on the back.
"You be quiet!" She conveniently had the TV remote in her hand, which she threw at me. I caught it before it hit me. "And if you have sex with anyone or do anything illegal when I'm gone, I swear to God I will skin you alive. Got it?!"
"Yes ma'am." I saluted. "Night."
After I finished showering, I went back into my room, drying my hair with a towel.
"Huh?" My cell lit up. I picked it up from my desk, plopping down on my bed. "Unknown number." I flipped it open.
'Night, Shintaro. See you tomorrow at school. Kenshin.' It read.
'How'd he get my number?'
'How'd he get my number?'I wondered. 'I'll have to ask him tomorrow.'
The screen showed another new message. It was from Hirumi. 'Why the fuck did Ashida-kun have my number?! He was bugging me to tell him your number.'
"That explains it. Kenshin must've gotten her number from Hamasaki-san." I said to myself.
I sent her a quick message explaining what he must've done. I went to reply to Kenshin's message. I didn't know what to say. I stared at the blank message screen, lying on my side.
After a few minutes, I decided. 'Goodnight. I love you, you stalker.' I pressed send. I also added Kenshin's number. I got another message.
'Love you too. And I'm not a stalker.' I couldn't help but grin. I read the short message over and over.
'So this is what it's like to be in love.'
This is what happens when you read too much yaoi. And I'm not putting any lemons in here. Limes...not sure. I might.
Japanese words and other stuff used in this chapter:
Adding -san after someone's family name is equivalent to Mr. Mrs. or Ms. In Tsuki's case, Shintaro addresses her as Ms. Hamasaki, since he doesn't know her too well.
Adding -kun after a boy's name means that you know them a bit, and don't want to use -san because it's too formal, like how Hirumi adresses Kenshin as Ashida-kun. (-kun is also used by teachers to refer to his students, regardless of their gender. Same applies to a boss and his female employees. I forgot to mention that in Dragon Scar)
If there's no honorifics, that means you're really close to the person, or if you call them by their family name without honorifics, basically, you're picking a fight with them. You don't use honorifics when talking to a family member, because that would be sort of weird.
In Japan, the teachers are the ones who move from room to room, not the students. It's probably more convenient that way too.
Nee-chan is one of the ways to refer to one's older sister. There's onee-sama, which is a really formal way, there's onee-chan, which is the same as nee-chan, and onee-tan, a more cutesy way of calling your sister.
Nii-chan is how you would call your older brother. There's onii-sama, onii-chan, and onii-tan. (I've seen the latter used by cutesy little girls that love their brother.) Adding -nii after an older boy's name (who isn't related to you by blood) is the same as calling them big brother _____ in English. So Haru-nii would be big brother Haru in English, but it doesn't sound as cool.
I'm not sure, but I think the legal age in Japan is 21.
Tsukumogami is a class of demon (or yokai) that are household items who have come to life on their 100th birthday.
Ookami means wolf.
About demons getting their tails when they turn 17, I made that up.
I'm not Japanese, so I might not have these facts right. Don't kill me if these are wrong.
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