Mr 6:35 part 11
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krystalkatzficzSakurai stood in the small staff room his whole body tense while his heart pounded violently inside his chest. He had hoped that the man hadn’t seen him but from the comment it was clear that he had, he had been so stupid, so foolish that he had let Aiba’s easy attitude towards him make him forget. His fingers brushed his cheek where Aiba’s had been resting against a few minutes ago it had felt like they were just a normal couple and now his sweet Aiba was having to defend him. How long would it take before Aiba became tired of having to defend him? He asked himself tears stinging at his eyes as he stared at his reflection in the blacked out window. It was like that the beauty and the beast story with him and Aiba but the difference was that this was real life and there was no fairy curse and he was never going to become a handsome prince.
“Sho-chan?” Aiba whispered and Sakurai blinked turning to look at him and barely seeing him through the film of tears that was clouding his eyes. “Sho-chan…Please…”
“Masaki…He’s right…” Sakurai started his voice catching a little as a lump forced its way up his throat and Aiba marched forward grabbing his shoulders and holding him so tightly they dug into him as he shook his head.
“He was a dick…His opinion isn’t worth anything…”
“His opinion is going to be the same as everyone else’s…I’m a monster…The beast…” He said remembering the similar things that the people at his university had said when he had tried to go back. Some had been supportive or at least pretended to be supportive but it hadn’t taken long for the names to start for people to life at him behind his back. It was weird, never in his life would he have imagined that words could affect him as much as they had done. His grandma had told him to stand proud and confident but that had been impossible. It was easier to hide. It was better that way.
“Not to me…Please…Last night was perfect…That…Was what mattered ne…Not the opinion of some loser that we’re never even going to see again…Sho-chan…Please listen to me…”
“Excuse me but is anybody serving or should I leave?” A sharp female voice called from the shop front and Aiba clicked his tongue in frustration but still managed to call out cheerfully;
“Sorry, I’ll be right out…Sho-chan don’t leave…Okay? Please…”
“…I won’t leave…I should but…I won’t I promise…” Sakurai mumbled his brain cursing him while his heart sang, more so when Aiba smiled and pecked at his cheek before heading back out into the store. Last night had been incredible, even he had to admit that there wasn’t a part of it he would change, and when he had come into the store and seen that Aiba was wearing his gift and waiting for him with as much eagerness as he had had all day he couldn’t leave now and ruin that even if his mind was telling him that it was the right thing to do. He folded his arms over his chest resting his back against the wall pushing those thoughts as far away as he could while his eyes fell once again onto his reflection. He had had his scars for almost ten years now that he couldn’t remember what it was like to not have them even though he had photos somewhere. He poked at the mass of scar tissue around his useless eye until Masaki came back tugging him into the warm embrace of his arms his lips moving over his undamaged cheek while his hands moved up and down the line of his spine. It was the same as when they had been dancing but there was no joy in it now, instead he was feeling hopeless sagging against what he supposed was his lover sobbing loudly onto the shoulder while he whispered incoherent sweet things into his ear.
“Masa…Sakurai-san…Is everything okay?” Nino’s voice pulled them out of their daze some time later and they pulled apart to see the small dishevelled looking man peering at them with concern in his face, biting on his swollen lips.
“Is Ohno-san still here?” Aiba asked sounding husky as if he too had been crying and Nino nodded his eyebrows knitting together as he jerked his finger towards the store. “I’ll be back in a minute Sho-chan…”
“Okay…” Sakurai mumbled blushing a little as he wiped his eyes trying, and failing, to look like he hadn’t been crying under Nino’s stare. He had never had a panic attack in front of anybody before and although it hadn’t bothered him to cry in front of Aiba he was horrified to do it front of Nino. Aiba kissed his cheek and then left leaving him alone with Nino.
“Do you want a drink?” The man asked walking to the coffee pot and flicking the button Sakurai cleared his throat shaking his head glad that when he spoke he sounded normal;
“No…Thank-you…”
“…You know I’ve known Masaki ever since we were kids…” Nino told him conversationally as he rested his bum against the sink and Sakurai had to admit that he was surprised. He had been coming into the store for a month and he’d never had more than a few muffled sentences out of the man so it was strange that he was suddenly talking.
“Yeah…He said…Your dad and his mum are both critics…” He mumbled remembering from last night and Nino smiled with a nod his fingers scrapping through his hair.
“Yup…and he’s always been the same…A bright ball of sunshine that is persistently happy…He was often late home from school as he would stop to help old people cross the road…”
“Are you trying to tell me that he’s only with me because he has a good heart? I already know that…” Sakurai growled uncomfortable now fidgeting around under the stare that he was getting and Nino shook his head his lips curling into a smile.
“…He was bullied, ever since I started to know him since he left school…All day every day…People think he’s thick and then there’s the gay thing…” Nino said letting out a sigh his eyes going to the door before continuing “But he refused to let it make him bitter…He never stopped smiling even when they spat at him and threw his bag away…I know that he doesn’t have the scars that you have but he’s been through a lot as well…I won’t say I understand…And if it was me I’d be horrified by your scars but I’m not Masaki…He loves you already and I think that you love him so do yourself a favour and just let it happen…It will be the best thing that you’ll ever do for yourself…”
“…You know that for certain do you?” Sakurai growled honestly surprised that somebody like his…Like Aiba would have had to go through bullying. It seemed incredible and Nino flashed him a teasing smile shaking his head and giving a shrug saying;
“…Nope nobody would be certain about that…But it’s better than wanking all alone…”
“Nino you being rude again?” Aiba growled coming back over to him wearing his coat and holding his sunglasses.
“Nope I’m being all sweet…” Nino answered pretending to be offended while holding up his hands submissively “You heading out early?”
“Yeah, Ohno-san said it was okay…He would stay with you…”
“Tonight keeps getting better…” Nino grinned his eyes flashing again as he liked it his lips and Aiba rolled his eyes taking Sakurai hand saying;
“Come on Sho-chan…Let’s leave the perverts alone…My garden’s calling to us….”
“See you tomorrow…”
Sakurai allowed himself to be pulled out into the main part of the store his stomach twisting when he saw that Ohno was watching the CCTV footage of the man that Aiba had punched. He didn’t seem to be angry but it was impossible to tell with the older man who always seemed to have a relaxed expression on his face. Sakurai was surprised that when they went to the car park they headed to the dark blue expensive car and Aiba pulled out some keys from his pocket.
“It’s Ohno-san’s car…He’s letting me borrow it for tonight…” Aiba told him obviously seeing the questioning expression on his face and Sakurai gave a hum looking back into the store surprised when he saw Ohno looking at him his hand raised into a wave while Nino’s arms were wrapped around his waist his face buried into the back of his hair. “Not everyone is an arsehole Sho-chan…Sometimes it can be hard to remember that though, ne…Come on…Let’s go and make the world small again…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay ^_^
“Sho-chan?” Aiba whispered and Sakurai blinked turning to look at him and barely seeing him through the film of tears that was clouding his eyes. “Sho-chan…Please…”
“Masaki…He’s right…” Sakurai started his voice catching a little as a lump forced its way up his throat and Aiba marched forward grabbing his shoulders and holding him so tightly they dug into him as he shook his head.
“He was a dick…His opinion isn’t worth anything…”
“His opinion is going to be the same as everyone else’s…I’m a monster…The beast…” He said remembering the similar things that the people at his university had said when he had tried to go back. Some had been supportive or at least pretended to be supportive but it hadn’t taken long for the names to start for people to life at him behind his back. It was weird, never in his life would he have imagined that words could affect him as much as they had done. His grandma had told him to stand proud and confident but that had been impossible. It was easier to hide. It was better that way.
“Not to me…Please…Last night was perfect…That…Was what mattered ne…Not the opinion of some loser that we’re never even going to see again…Sho-chan…Please listen to me…”
“Excuse me but is anybody serving or should I leave?” A sharp female voice called from the shop front and Aiba clicked his tongue in frustration but still managed to call out cheerfully;
“Sorry, I’ll be right out…Sho-chan don’t leave…Okay? Please…”
“…I won’t leave…I should but…I won’t I promise…” Sakurai mumbled his brain cursing him while his heart sang, more so when Aiba smiled and pecked at his cheek before heading back out into the store. Last night had been incredible, even he had to admit that there wasn’t a part of it he would change, and when he had come into the store and seen that Aiba was wearing his gift and waiting for him with as much eagerness as he had had all day he couldn’t leave now and ruin that even if his mind was telling him that it was the right thing to do. He folded his arms over his chest resting his back against the wall pushing those thoughts as far away as he could while his eyes fell once again onto his reflection. He had had his scars for almost ten years now that he couldn’t remember what it was like to not have them even though he had photos somewhere. He poked at the mass of scar tissue around his useless eye until Masaki came back tugging him into the warm embrace of his arms his lips moving over his undamaged cheek while his hands moved up and down the line of his spine. It was the same as when they had been dancing but there was no joy in it now, instead he was feeling hopeless sagging against what he supposed was his lover sobbing loudly onto the shoulder while he whispered incoherent sweet things into his ear.
“Masa…Sakurai-san…Is everything okay?” Nino’s voice pulled them out of their daze some time later and they pulled apart to see the small dishevelled looking man peering at them with concern in his face, biting on his swollen lips.
“Is Ohno-san still here?” Aiba asked sounding husky as if he too had been crying and Nino nodded his eyebrows knitting together as he jerked his finger towards the store. “I’ll be back in a minute Sho-chan…”
“Okay…” Sakurai mumbled blushing a little as he wiped his eyes trying, and failing, to look like he hadn’t been crying under Nino’s stare. He had never had a panic attack in front of anybody before and although it hadn’t bothered him to cry in front of Aiba he was horrified to do it front of Nino. Aiba kissed his cheek and then left leaving him alone with Nino.
“Do you want a drink?” The man asked walking to the coffee pot and flicking the button Sakurai cleared his throat shaking his head glad that when he spoke he sounded normal;
“No…Thank-you…”
“…You know I’ve known Masaki ever since we were kids…” Nino told him conversationally as he rested his bum against the sink and Sakurai had to admit that he was surprised. He had been coming into the store for a month and he’d never had more than a few muffled sentences out of the man so it was strange that he was suddenly talking.
“Yeah…He said…Your dad and his mum are both critics…” He mumbled remembering from last night and Nino smiled with a nod his fingers scrapping through his hair.
“Yup…and he’s always been the same…A bright ball of sunshine that is persistently happy…He was often late home from school as he would stop to help old people cross the road…”
“Are you trying to tell me that he’s only with me because he has a good heart? I already know that…” Sakurai growled uncomfortable now fidgeting around under the stare that he was getting and Nino shook his head his lips curling into a smile.
“…He was bullied, ever since I started to know him since he left school…All day every day…People think he’s thick and then there’s the gay thing…” Nino said letting out a sigh his eyes going to the door before continuing “But he refused to let it make him bitter…He never stopped smiling even when they spat at him and threw his bag away…I know that he doesn’t have the scars that you have but he’s been through a lot as well…I won’t say I understand…And if it was me I’d be horrified by your scars but I’m not Masaki…He loves you already and I think that you love him so do yourself a favour and just let it happen…It will be the best thing that you’ll ever do for yourself…”
“…You know that for certain do you?” Sakurai growled honestly surprised that somebody like his…Like Aiba would have had to go through bullying. It seemed incredible and Nino flashed him a teasing smile shaking his head and giving a shrug saying;
“…Nope nobody would be certain about that…But it’s better than wanking all alone…”
“Nino you being rude again?” Aiba growled coming back over to him wearing his coat and holding his sunglasses.
“Nope I’m being all sweet…” Nino answered pretending to be offended while holding up his hands submissively “You heading out early?”
“Yeah, Ohno-san said it was okay…He would stay with you…”
“Tonight keeps getting better…” Nino grinned his eyes flashing again as he liked it his lips and Aiba rolled his eyes taking Sakurai hand saying;
“Come on Sho-chan…Let’s leave the perverts alone…My garden’s calling to us….”
“See you tomorrow…”
Sakurai allowed himself to be pulled out into the main part of the store his stomach twisting when he saw that Ohno was watching the CCTV footage of the man that Aiba had punched. He didn’t seem to be angry but it was impossible to tell with the older man who always seemed to have a relaxed expression on his face. Sakurai was surprised that when they went to the car park they headed to the dark blue expensive car and Aiba pulled out some keys from his pocket.
“It’s Ohno-san’s car…He’s letting me borrow it for tonight…” Aiba told him obviously seeing the questioning expression on his face and Sakurai gave a hum looking back into the store surprised when he saw Ohno looking at him his hand raised into a wave while Nino’s arms were wrapped around his waist his face buried into the back of his hair. “Not everyone is an arsehole Sho-chan…Sometimes it can be hard to remember that though, ne…Come on…Let’s go and make the world small again…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this was okay ^_^
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Date: 2014-09-29 09:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-29 10:24 am (UTC)I'm glad Nino stood up for his friend. He really wants Aiba to be happy, right?
I'm also cheering on them!
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Date: 2014-09-29 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-29 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-29 10:17 pm (UTC)Also Ohno in this fic is awesome but I'm also kind of scared of him xD
Thanks!!! <3
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Date: 2014-09-30 11:36 pm (UTC)thank you!