Relatively Courtship
Chapter Three: Part Two
Pairings: Tohma x Suguru (I have no witty comments to put here, so come up with your own for
once. I’m an author, not a substitute for one’s own imagination!)
Warning: Shounen-ai/yaoi, shota, incest... I would hope that everyone knows them by now.
Disclaimer: Nope, you guessed it! They’re not mine... but... in my mind they are!
A/N: Ok, well, in record time here’s the second part! The third is on it’s way! Thanks for all the
reviews!
Chapter Three -
- The Five Stages of Grief
Part Two - Anger
If Tohma had let go of Suguru’s hand, the teen, the lost puppy would have stood rooted to the
spot he was left. The rain, which had been not much more than a light downpour for a few
minutes, had ended but the clouds remained in their foreboding garments of grey, threatening to
once again shower the people with their tears.
The rain had only had a minor effect on Tohma, his coat being too thick to be penetrated by
the water and only the fur lining, its collar, now showed signs of wetness. However, in Suguru’s
case, his sweater had swallowed as much water as it could, retaining the moisture like a green
sponge and slowing the teen as he walked after his cousin.
Suguru’s apartment was not far from the NG building, merely a few blocks to the West. It
had seemed the least expensive way to live, as the teen could easily walk to work every day.
Though, legally, Suguru was not old enough to own his own apartment there had been ways of
walking around this uncovered manhole in the middle sidewalk. Of course the place was leased
to the famous Tohma Seguchi. It was also being paid for by the blond musician, a gift to the
young Fujisaki for joining NG Records.
As they were walking, the gears in Suguru’s mind, which had previously been jammed by a
fly dumb enough to meander between the metal death traps, crushing the poor pest into a splatter
of chitin and blood, finally managed to rid themselves of the blockage created by said mess and
began to turn once more. All the force, all the momentum that had been withheld and prevented
was now, suddenly, released in a flood of thought.
The only warning Tohma had was a slight twitch, perceived through their joined hands. The
teen blinked. About half a block from the apartment building Suguru stopped walking. Tohma
felt the grip on his own hand tighten before the manual contact was lost.
“Suguru-kun what-”
“Those bastards.”
As Seguchi turned he noticed two things. The first was the ghostly lack of color in Suguru’s
skin. For seconds was the demonic darkness in the chocolate-colored eyes. The features that
could have been called cute when the boy acted his age, attractive when he was serious and
slightly unnerving when he stole Tohma’s mask held the new gleam: cold, rage, death. Suguru’s
eyes told the true story, even if his iced face betrayed nothing.
Tohma may not have known the events in his cousin’s mind before, during the period of
halted thought process, but now the ideas were clear as crystal: murder.
Suguru’s voice was steady as he spoke, icicles clung to each chilly syllable, breaking off form
their overhang to stab their wicked needle points towards the sidewalk and shatter into glass-like
glitter at the end of each curtly annunciated work, “I’m going to kill them.”
After the five terms were spoken, the teen turned to revisit the recently departed from NG
building. All the fury in his mind thrust upon his young body resulted in a violently executed
turn, leading to a predictable splash.
If Suguru hadn’t just uttered a death threat, if he hadn’t already been soaking wet and chilled
considerably, and if he hadn’t looked like he was about to cry, TOhma would have laughed. His
cousin sat in the middle of a puddle, an adorable ‘how-did-I-end-up-down-here’ expression
present on his youthful face. The blond didn’t laugh, however; he did offer Suguru a cloaked
hand, pulling the teen from his shallow lake and preventing him from drowning; Suguru couldn’t
swim, a scarcely known fact kept as a skeleton in the closet by his elder cousin.
“Are you alright Suguru-kun?” The blonde’s other hand gently removed a few of the dark
strands plastered wetly to the adolescent’s forehead.
“Yes,” vehemently Fujisaki replied, whether he was filled with rage or bitter from
embarrassment was an enigma; most probably a compound of both elements.
Tohma couldn’t stop himself, he chuckled at the sopping wet puppy, “Come on, we’re almost
there.”
Ignoring the unimportance of being told the distance to his own residence, Suguru scowled,
“Why the laugh Seguchi-san?”
The blond cousin smiled. It was almost sincere, so close to breaking the mold, “You can’t see
how cute you look right now.”
Suguru ‘hmph’d and glared at his cousin, ‘Maybe if I sacrifice the lives of Nakano-san and
K-san I will get my synth back,’ he thought sinisterly.
As the dark haired teen plotted, schemed, and came close to making a pact with the devil, he
shivered.
To be continued....
Final A/N: I love you all!