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These Fine Things of Heaven and Earth
By: V/b> /b> 10/16/2001-

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I only own Tanuki-kun, Hanamura-sensei, and the plot—everything else belongs to Toei, Bandai, and / or *shudder* Fox Kids.

This story has yoai, shounen-ai, and mature themes including self-mutilation, psychological and emotional abuse, general angst, and one lemon scene.

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“Art thou that traitor angel?
Art thou he, who first broke peace in Heav’n and faith, till then unbroken,
and in proud rebellious arms drew after him the third part of Heav’n’s sons,
conjured against the Highest, for which both thou and they, outcast from God,
are here condemned to waste eternal days in Woe and pain?
And reckon’st thou thyself with Spirits of Heav’n, Hell-doomed,
and breath’st here defiance and scorn where I reign king,
and to enrage thee more, thy king and lord?
Back to thy punishment, false fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,
lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue ling’ring,
or with one stroke of this dart strange horrors seize thee, and pangs unfelt before.”
~John Milton
Paradise Lost

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Chapter Eleven:
The Whip of Scorpions
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He woke up slowly, with a laziness that fame and stress had rendered him unaccustomed to. His face was pressed into an unfamiliar mattress with a familiar scent and faint tones of fuzzy gray bled through his closed eyes. He was alone.

Ken burrowed under the covers with a quiet groan in an effort to escape the light, not knowing where he was, but too content and comfortable to really care. His body ached. His neck and wrists felt stiff and tender and part of his face throbbed dully. Parts of his shoulders and back hurt and there was a strange, dull, invasive ache in his backside and deep through his lower body that was getting more and more difficult to ignore. Despite this though, he felt oddly at peace—more so than he could remember feeling since he had been a small child. Since before Oniisan died.

A slim arm slid across the empty bed in search of something important that he couldn’t quite seem to recall and large blue eyes fluttered open uncertainly. “Taichi?” His voice sounded unusually thick and muddled and his head felt odd, as though it had been packed with old straw.

“Taichi?”

The boy sat up, allowing the covers to slide down and pool at his waist, unconscious of his nudity. The sudden pressure on his lower body sent small flashes of pain through him, clearing away the last of the sleep and making him grunt quietly. “Tai . . .?”

After pulling the covers off and gingerly slipping out of bed, Ken winced slightly as he stretched his damaged body. The skin seemed to be pulled too tightly in certain places and he was terribly dizzy. It felt as though his flesh were going to rupture from the simple act of standing. He covered his eyes with his hand and sat back down on the mattress. The room spun sickeningly.

His parents. They had fought. They were going to get rid of him. So he had come to Taichi’s apartment. And they’d had sex. And Ken loved him.

The former Kaiser swallowed heavily when his stomach churned violently and bile crawled up his esophagus. He needed to lie down.

Where was Taichi?

As though on cue, the door suddenly opened and Ken looked up to see his lover enter the room carrying a small pile of clothes. The younger boy smiled slightly, the mere sight of the brunet already making him feel a bit better, and opened his mouth to say good morning. They’d lie back down and talk and figure out what to do and Taichi would smile and tell him it was okay. Maybe he could prosecute his parents . . . They’d figure something out. He could take care of himself.

“Good—”

He didn’t have time to duck as the bundle of clothes in Taichi’s hands was suddenly launched across the room and hit him square in the face. Hard. The world spun dizzily for a moment and Ken fell back slightly onto his elbows, a fresh wave of nausea hitting him. He scowled slightly at the playful behavior and pushed himself up again, half expecting to see Taichi laughing at him. The frown melted away when he saw the expression on Taichi’s face.

The brunet was not laughing. He was not smiling. He was standing in the doorway wearing only a baggy pair of jeans that hung lowhis his hips, black boxers peaking out over the top. His arms were crossed over his tanned chest and his wide, laughing mouth was drawn into a dark, thin, expressionless line. The older teen’s face, normally open and happy, was blank and emotionless, almost scornful. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and glittered too brightly. They had a glassy, out of focus appearance about them. Ken shied back slightly as his sensitive nose picked up on a barely detectable whiff of alcohol. Taichi wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t sober either.

The younger teen felt something like fear bloom in him and ruthlessly crushed it down. “Taichi? Are you alr—”

“Get dressed.”

Ken blinked in confusion and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Get dressed,” Taichi repeated when he didn’t move. “I’m done with you.” His voice was cold and emotionless.

“Tai—”

I’m done with you.

Blue eyes darkened faintly in repressed fear. “What do you mean?” Confusion and a sick sense of horror replaced his earlier contentment and made his already aching head pound terribly. He closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Nonononononononononononononononono . . . “Done with me?”

I’m important to him. Right?

A dark chuckle emerged from Tai’s lips and some part of Ken began to gibber insanely within him. nononononononononononononononononononononononononono—

“Yeah,” the brunet replied, sounding amused. Ken’s insides twisted horribly.

This is all some horrid joke. He couldn’t move.

Taichi continued talking obliviously. “What? You didn’t really think I actually loved you or anything, did you?” A dark eyebrow lifted and he grinned an uncomfortably familiar grin.

nononononononononononononononononononono—
Shut up, Taichi. Please shut up.

This wasn’t happening.

“I mean, you were a great fuck, but I’m pretty much done with you now.” He shrugged. “Get out.”

nonononononononononononono— “. . . But . . .” Don’t talk!

Ken’s mouth snapped shut with an audible click.

Taichi stared down at him for several moments before starting to laugh.

Small hands balled into fists around his shirt and tears blurred his vision. He didn’t dare look up. His head felt as though it was going to burst open. Shut up.

“But what?” The younger boy did not have to look up to see the condescending amusement on his boyfriend’s face—he could hear it in his voice.

“Now Ken, don’t be difficult. We had a good run.” He chuckled softly. “You should have heard yourself,” Taichi chortled. “Begging me like a bitch in heat!” He continued laughing. “You’re such a slut. Easy.”

“. . . But . . .” Don’t say it.

“But what!?” Taichi almost screamed, amusement evaporating with terribly rapidity. “You are nothing! Worthless! Even your own parents can’t stand you! Do yonestnestly think that I—that anyone—gives a damn about you? You’re pathetic and broke down. I don’t even know why you try.”

Shut up.

“No one cares!”

Shut up.

“You could die tomorrow and it wouldn’t matter.”

Shut up, Yagami.

“I just wanted to win the bet I made with Yama-chan, that’s all.”

Shut up!

“You were better than I thought you’d be, though. Maybe he’d like a turn with you, too.”

“Shut up.”

Ken’s head dropped even lowerthatthat he was almost bent double on the bed and he clenched his eyes shut and squeezed his fists closed until he thought that the bones might tear free of the skin. Just shut up. A tear fell unnoticed by either of them onto the gray fabric of his jacket.

There was a loud popping noise and for just a moment Ken thought that he’d exploded and it was over, small bits of blood and gore flying everywhere, until he realized that it was just his knuckles popping. He felt quiet and numb with the realization as though something within him really had exploded. He felt ill—like he wasn’t there at all.

Neither of them spoke for several minutes as Ken stiffly pulled on his clothes. It was over. It was all over. He did up the buttons on his school jacket mechanically; only habit ensured that each button went to its proper hole. His shoes were in the hall. He had no coat.

Outside, the rain fell in a steady staccato beat.

The indigo-haired boy stood woodenly and walked to the door. Taichi watched him with a small, satisfied smile. As Ken brushed past him to leave, the older boy suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of long, silky hair, jerking him back, needing to hear him cry out. There was no reaction and he yanked the boy backwards into his arms and turned him around. Ken collapsed against him limply. He used his grip to tilt the unresponsive boy’s head back and snaked an arm around Ken’s waist, pressing their bodies tightly together. He crushed their mouths together, yanking his hair painfully.

Ken hung against him, inanimate as a rag doll, and Taichi bit down on the former Kaiser’s lower lip until blood poured into their mouths and slipped down from the corners of Ken’s limp lips to stain his chin. Tai drank the hot spice in greedily, tearing at the small cut with sharp teeth, desperate for the child in his embrace to scream and struggle and cry out—desperate to drink him in completely and leave him drained and empty.

Ken remained motionless.

Taichi ed aed away with an angry growl and crushed the boy against him until it should have been impossible for him to breath. Until he should have been crushed. Ken’s head lolled back limply.

Brown eyes narrowed and the hand in his hair jerked his head back up by those violet strands once more. With a quiet groan, the teen bent his head to slowly lick the blood from Ken’s lips, chin, and throat. When he’d finished, he violently tossed the boy to the floor and sneered, the fingers of his left hand still absently clenching and unclenching around the long strands of hair that clung to them.

Taichi leaned against the wall and panted slightly, eyes still locked on the boy at his feet. “Get out. Get the fuck out of here.”

And so Ken stood and left.

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Tanuki Minokuchi had never been the type of person given to brooding or regrets. That was Ken’s arena and, as far as the white-haired soccer player was concerned, Ichijouji was more than skilled enough at it for two people. Or twelve.

He sprawled on the couch and frowned at the television before changing the channel. Ooooh Pokémon! . . . On a cold day in hell, perhaps. He changed the channel again, lamenting the lack of CNN and BBC.

All this mindless anime shit. Rotted the brain. Although it certainly explained all those morons in Odaiba.

The boy scowled.

“Well where is it then?”

“How should I know?!”

A door slammed. “Of course you don’t! You don’t know anything, do you?”

Tanuki took a sip of soda. Still, in retrospect, he was pretty sure he’d kill for a bag of barbeque Fridoes about now. Or a Pop-tart. Or one of those toasty strudel things. That would be great right about now.

“Then where did you have it last?”

“If I knew that the it wouldn’t be lost, now would it?”

Or a hot dog from The O. And one of those paper bowls of greasy French fries in imitation nacho cheese.

“Can’t you do anything right?!”

The remote bobbed in his hand as he changed the channel.

Another door slammed down the hall and woman shrieked. “Let go of me! I told you I didn’t know where it was!”

“And I told you—” A third door slam, cutting off his father’s voice.

The television turned off with a dull pop. The teenager lay frozen on the couch for a moment, listening to his parents’ muffled argument. They argued a lot more often these days. His mother wanted to leave Japan. She said that it was a “bad place” for her “baby.” Tanuki sneered at the ceiling. He personally didn’t give a damn about Japan. The whole country could be swallowed by the Pacific for all her cared.

But now he had . . . obligations here. Ken.

And he would see that through to the end. It was, after all, what was expected of him.

He sighed and pushed himself up into a sitting position, a dark frown marring his usually mischievous expression. His fingers itched to pick up the phone and call Ken—if only tosuresure that nothing had happened yesterday. Something about Yagami Taichi simply set his teeth on edge. But then Ken would get all pissy and ignore him for a few days to show his distain at being “meddled” with.

Still scowling Tanuki stood and stretched unhappily. He bit his lower lip absently and stared at the television, only half aware that the argument had now migrated to the hallway.

“I told you, Matrim, I don’t know where I put the ring!”

“It’s a sixty thousand dollar ring! How the hell could you possibly lose a sixty thousand ring?”

The Yagami situation would have to be rectified, though. No matter how Ken felt about meddling. Tanuki was well aware that Ken was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He was also aware that—for reason Tanuki neither knew, nor could honestly say that he cared about—Ken had a rather prolific history of not taking himself. And that suited Tanuki just fine; it gave him an actual function in Ken’s life, as well as a function in his own. A function that ups upstart Yagami threatened. Such a disruptive influence would not be tolerated.

“I didn’t lose it. I just don’t know where it is!”

Tanuki’s father entered the room, glaring down at his wrists as he did up his cufflinks. A tall man with platinum blond hair and gray eyes, he looked old before his time. “And you call that what? Putting it in safekeeping?”

Tanuki’s mother flowed in behind him. It was obvious where her son got his looks. “No. I call that not knowing where it is,” she snapped at her husband.

Their son frowned slightly in their direction. “I’m going out now.”

Matrim waved a hand dismissively while still trying to fasten on the cufflink. Tanuki breezed past him into the hallway that led he dhe door to put on his shoes. His father’s voice followed him as the argument continued.

“Not knowing where it is? That qualifies as lost, Ran.”

“No. Lost means that you never get it back.”

“Then where is it? If you can get it back, then by all means do so!”

Tanuki pulled on his boots. Yagami. He did up the laces. Well, no matter; Yagami would have to be dealt with. He’d make it up to Ken in some way or another. Nothing was irreplaceable.

“I can’t get it! I already told you I don’t know where it is!”

“Then it is LOST!”

Tanuki did not say goodbye to parents as he left. They would not have heard him anyway.

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Chapter Twelve
The Captives at Philippi

When it rains, it pours.

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