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The Phone Call part twelve
The apartment was an even worse state than when he had left it the five days ago. In the centre of the living room, where Nino had been, was now a pile of clothes and what seemed to be broken games, all of the cases were broken with the booklets ripped into shreds while the discs were all snapped into two or three pieces. His heart lurched a little at that knowing that his roommate would be devastated at the loss of the games and, when he had looked a little closer, the machines that appeared to have had a hammer smashed through them destroying the internal components shattered into what seemed like a thousand pieces. Biting hard on his bottom lip to try and dispel the anger that was coiled up inside of him like hot lava he marched over to the kitchen area glad when he found some bags.
“Let’s get this bagged up…” He said to the manager pulling one of the bags from the roll and the man took it with a grim smile and a jerky nod “I’m not sure if we can save any of it but maybe Nino will have some clue…I’ll go and see if the bastard has left any of his clothes intact…”
“Matsumoto-san…Please be careful…” The older man murmured as he diligently began playing the broken games machines into the bag. Jun nodded slowly and then walked down the hall his nose wrinkling at the sour scent of sweat, booze and sex that was reaching him. After a couple of false starts he pushed open the bedroom door his heart leaping into his throat when he caught sight of two men asleep on the bed at least he was hoping that one of them was a legally a man. From this angle he looked like he was barely out of his teens and there were a few bruises over his cheek and jawline. The second sleeping man was older with greying hair and his arms were wrapped possessively around the younger taking a half step towards the man Jun froze as he realised that he knew him…He was one of the producers from their company and the boy he was with was a Junior, a guy that had barely turned 17. Jun’s stomach rolled and his anger flared knowing that this was the pig that had abused his friend. Without even thinking he slammed his fist into the wood of a cupboard jerking both of the men awake.
The teen whimpered loudly covering his body with his hands while the pig sat up slowly fixing him with narrowed eyes and a lazy smile as he pulled a cigarette from a packet on the side. Jun’s whole body twitched and rippled with anger as all of his fingers clenched tightly around the bags in his hands as his jaw locked. He had never been this angry in his life before and he wanted nothing more than to throw himself at the man and claw his skin from his bones.
“So it is you after all…” The man said his voice muffled around the nub of the cigarette “I wondered which of you the little whore scurried off too…But I should have known that it would be you...”
“You dare…You fucking bastard…” Jun growled moving forward as his teeth gnashed together in the anger that was running through him. The man had the nerve to let out a laugh blowing smoke out of his mouth like a dragon as he sneered;
“Watch it, Jun-kun…So now the little bastard has left me and has crawled his way into your bed? Well it doesn’t matter…He was getting a little too old for me…” As if to prove his point his arm slipped around the terrified boy beside him pulling in him to him and giving what must have been a bruising kiss not caring in the cigarette was burning at his skin. Another whimper left the boy’s throat as he was pushed away to the other side of the bed “Get his stuff and get out…Tell that little bastard if he ever says anything I’ll fucking tell…”
“You sick fucking pervert…Shut the fuck up!” Jun spat refusing to listen to anymore of the bile that was coming out of his mouth. He darted forward surprising both himself and the man as his fist connected to his jaw sending him flying back into the bed. Still not satisfied with the crunch it made he brought his other hand up and punched him on the other side. “You are not the one that is making the demands here…If you ever come anywhere near Nino again I won’t stop until you are in prison where you belong…” He shouted as he continued to punch at face of the man.
There was something that made him feel better as he used the man as a punching bag the image of Nino that first night fixed firmly in his mind. He wanted to recreate every single injury that had been created on his friend but soon arms were wrapping around him and he became aware that the boy was trying to pull him away as he sobbed in the same way that Nino would. Snapping back into himself he blinked and sagged into the arms of his manager who was speaking in a calm but firm voice;
“Yamamoto-san…I can assure you that I will not allow this to stand…”
“Oh, ask Nino I haven’t done anything that he didn’t want and even if both of you try to say anything you won’t have a leg to stand on and you won’t be able to survive the backlash that will happen…” Yamamoto growled his eyes narrowing into sharp little points as he waved away the boy that was trying to see to his nose. Jun stared at the boy wondering what it was about this pig that had normally sane people like Nino and the boy going ga-ga over him. “I assume that you came for the bastard’s things…Get them and get out…Can’t you see that I was busy?”
Jun felt dismissed and he gave another gnash of his teeth struggling against the strange arms that were holding on to him.
“Matsumoto-san…Come on, Ninomiya-san and Aiba-san will be finishing soon…” The manager whispered calmly in his ear and Jun nodded slowly allowing the words to soothe him “I am sure that you will want to be home before him…”
“Yes…Of course…Which are his clothes?” Jun asked the man anger inside him again when he got another sneering laugh from the man as he waved his hand dismissively saying;
“I threw them out...If you hurry I’m sure that you can find them in the bin…”
“You really are a pig…” Jun grunted his fingers clenching again as his eyes swept the room settling on a jar in the corner of the room. It was stuffed full of coins and Jun was actually surprised that it was still there. “I will take that…”
“It’s mine…”
“As if…” Jun snapped marching forward and grabbing the coins “His phone? And wallet…”
“I already have them, Matsumoto-san…” His manager said holding up the bag at his side his eyes narrowing as they turned back to the pair on the bed “His phone is broken and I believe that his bank cards are missing…”
“Hand them over…” Jun ordered advancing forward again and he was satisfied when there was a monetary flash of fear in the man’s face before he pulled a wallet from the side and pulled out several cards tossing them over the bed. Jun made a mental note to suggest to Nino that he change his cards over and check to see if there was anything missing. He took the cards refusing to groan when a foot connected to his face. Pushing the cards into his own pocket he fixed the boy with a stare almost disgusted with the way that he was looking at the man at his side “I…Have no idea what he’s promised you but…I know what will happen…In a few years you will be calling your friend in the middle of the night thinking that you are dying…I hope that your friend makes it to you on time…”
He didn’t wait for an answer he turned on his heel and marched out of the room unable to stay there any longer. He was dimly aware of the soft footsteps following behind him but he stayed focused on the path ahead wanting to get home and hopefully hug his friend though he knew that there was going to be an argument as well.
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^
“Let’s get this bagged up…” He said to the manager pulling one of the bags from the roll and the man took it with a grim smile and a jerky nod “I’m not sure if we can save any of it but maybe Nino will have some clue…I’ll go and see if the bastard has left any of his clothes intact…”
“Matsumoto-san…Please be careful…” The older man murmured as he diligently began playing the broken games machines into the bag. Jun nodded slowly and then walked down the hall his nose wrinkling at the sour scent of sweat, booze and sex that was reaching him. After a couple of false starts he pushed open the bedroom door his heart leaping into his throat when he caught sight of two men asleep on the bed at least he was hoping that one of them was a legally a man. From this angle he looked like he was barely out of his teens and there were a few bruises over his cheek and jawline. The second sleeping man was older with greying hair and his arms were wrapped possessively around the younger taking a half step towards the man Jun froze as he realised that he knew him…He was one of the producers from their company and the boy he was with was a Junior, a guy that had barely turned 17. Jun’s stomach rolled and his anger flared knowing that this was the pig that had abused his friend. Without even thinking he slammed his fist into the wood of a cupboard jerking both of the men awake.
The teen whimpered loudly covering his body with his hands while the pig sat up slowly fixing him with narrowed eyes and a lazy smile as he pulled a cigarette from a packet on the side. Jun’s whole body twitched and rippled with anger as all of his fingers clenched tightly around the bags in his hands as his jaw locked. He had never been this angry in his life before and he wanted nothing more than to throw himself at the man and claw his skin from his bones.
“So it is you after all…” The man said his voice muffled around the nub of the cigarette “I wondered which of you the little whore scurried off too…But I should have known that it would be you...”
“You dare…You fucking bastard…” Jun growled moving forward as his teeth gnashed together in the anger that was running through him. The man had the nerve to let out a laugh blowing smoke out of his mouth like a dragon as he sneered;
“Watch it, Jun-kun…So now the little bastard has left me and has crawled his way into your bed? Well it doesn’t matter…He was getting a little too old for me…” As if to prove his point his arm slipped around the terrified boy beside him pulling in him to him and giving what must have been a bruising kiss not caring in the cigarette was burning at his skin. Another whimper left the boy’s throat as he was pushed away to the other side of the bed “Get his stuff and get out…Tell that little bastard if he ever says anything I’ll fucking tell…”
“You sick fucking pervert…Shut the fuck up!” Jun spat refusing to listen to anymore of the bile that was coming out of his mouth. He darted forward surprising both himself and the man as his fist connected to his jaw sending him flying back into the bed. Still not satisfied with the crunch it made he brought his other hand up and punched him on the other side. “You are not the one that is making the demands here…If you ever come anywhere near Nino again I won’t stop until you are in prison where you belong…” He shouted as he continued to punch at face of the man.
There was something that made him feel better as he used the man as a punching bag the image of Nino that first night fixed firmly in his mind. He wanted to recreate every single injury that had been created on his friend but soon arms were wrapping around him and he became aware that the boy was trying to pull him away as he sobbed in the same way that Nino would. Snapping back into himself he blinked and sagged into the arms of his manager who was speaking in a calm but firm voice;
“Yamamoto-san…I can assure you that I will not allow this to stand…”
“Oh, ask Nino I haven’t done anything that he didn’t want and even if both of you try to say anything you won’t have a leg to stand on and you won’t be able to survive the backlash that will happen…” Yamamoto growled his eyes narrowing into sharp little points as he waved away the boy that was trying to see to his nose. Jun stared at the boy wondering what it was about this pig that had normally sane people like Nino and the boy going ga-ga over him. “I assume that you came for the bastard’s things…Get them and get out…Can’t you see that I was busy?”
Jun felt dismissed and he gave another gnash of his teeth struggling against the strange arms that were holding on to him.
“Matsumoto-san…Come on, Ninomiya-san and Aiba-san will be finishing soon…” The manager whispered calmly in his ear and Jun nodded slowly allowing the words to soothe him “I am sure that you will want to be home before him…”
“Yes…Of course…Which are his clothes?” Jun asked the man anger inside him again when he got another sneering laugh from the man as he waved his hand dismissively saying;
“I threw them out...If you hurry I’m sure that you can find them in the bin…”
“You really are a pig…” Jun grunted his fingers clenching again as his eyes swept the room settling on a jar in the corner of the room. It was stuffed full of coins and Jun was actually surprised that it was still there. “I will take that…”
“It’s mine…”
“As if…” Jun snapped marching forward and grabbing the coins “His phone? And wallet…”
“I already have them, Matsumoto-san…” His manager said holding up the bag at his side his eyes narrowing as they turned back to the pair on the bed “His phone is broken and I believe that his bank cards are missing…”
“Hand them over…” Jun ordered advancing forward again and he was satisfied when there was a monetary flash of fear in the man’s face before he pulled a wallet from the side and pulled out several cards tossing them over the bed. Jun made a mental note to suggest to Nino that he change his cards over and check to see if there was anything missing. He took the cards refusing to groan when a foot connected to his face. Pushing the cards into his own pocket he fixed the boy with a stare almost disgusted with the way that he was looking at the man at his side “I…Have no idea what he’s promised you but…I know what will happen…In a few years you will be calling your friend in the middle of the night thinking that you are dying…I hope that your friend makes it to you on time…”
He didn’t wait for an answer he turned on his heel and marched out of the room unable to stay there any longer. He was dimly aware of the soft footsteps following behind him but he stayed focused on the path ahead wanting to get home and hopefully hug his friend though he knew that there was going to be an argument as well.
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^