Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ The Long Weekend ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )
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By: HRT 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.27.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 350 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.27.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 350 | Status: Completed
Chapter 9
The long dash to Tohma's removed some of the shock of the encounter with K, though none of
Tatsuha's fury. He couldn't believe what K had just done. But as he ran inside the house, he
encountered something else, something he'd never seen before.
An openly angry, glaring Tohma.
"So," Seguchi began, "K tells me you've been having pickup sex with strangers, namely a truck
driver by the name of Tanaka."
\\Oh God, not this,\\ thought Tatsuha. \\Not right after that asshole K.\\ He shut his eyes for a
second, trying to get his breath back. He was not in the mood for another fight. But he had to
face his brother-in-law.
"I suppose you've already heard the details from him," replied the teenager angrily. "Just say
what you have to say."
"Was it consensual?" Tohma asked.
Tatsuha was silent for a long moment. "I didn't want to do it, but I didn't fight it. I don't know
what the hell it was."
"Could you have said no?"
"I suppose. I don't know how he would have taken it, though."
"In other words, you didn't have a choice. For God's sake, Tatsuha. You came within a hair's
breadth of being kidnapped, maybe even murdered, if what K tells me about that driver is true."
Tatsuha only watched him, waiting.
"It's time I said something about your sexual behavior. You're out of control."
"Hey! You've never said anything like this to Eiri, and he's no worse than I am," Tatsuha replied
indignantly.
"Eiri doesn't have the vaguest idea of what is normal, sexually speaking, and thanks to him,
neither do you. Your brother," Seguchi replied coldly, "had an abusive love affair with Kitazawa,
was raped when he was sixteen, and began going through women like cans of beer soon after.
Even worse, he began procuring girls for you. What kind of man procures for his own brother, a
mere boy? How young were you when he started doing this? Thirteen? Twelve?"
Tatsuha paled.
"He's taught you that loveless sex is normal, which is a terrible crime. No, maybe I've got this
wrong," continued Seguchi in that same deadly tone. "Eiri was procuring, but not for you. It was
for all those girlfriends he couldn't satisfy. THEY were the clients, and YOU were the whore."
"I've heard enough!" Tatsuha shouted. "Where's Mika?"
"The house is empty. I made sure both she and Kumiko went out this morning. And no, it's not
enough. There's still Ryuichi."
"What about him?" \\No, did K tell—.\\
"He told me he'd had an---encounter---with you at this house."
"R—Ryuichi?" Tatsuha couldn't believe this. Ryuichi HIMSELF had told Seguchi? Even
though the singer had been trying to hide the knowledge from Mika?
Seguchi was scowling. "Well, you finally succeeded. You seduced your idol. How old are you?"
Tatsuha said nothing.
"I asked, HOW OLD ARE YOU?"
"Sixteen," was the sullen reply.
"Which shows how much you really care for his welfare. He can go to jail, now. If you'd really
loved him, you would never have put him in that sort of danger."
"I wouldn't EVER—."
"That doesn't matter, dammit! All it takes is one nosy photographer or a reporter when you're
not paying attention, and his life is ruined! Do you want to do that to him?" Seguchi was yelling
now.
Tatsuha was near tears. "No!"
"Good." Tohma glanced aside. "Ryuichi also asked me to tell you this. He doesn't want to hurt
your feelings, but he doesn't want to see you again."
"WHAT?!"
"That's the essence of it. Basically, Ryuichi said, ‘he's too young and I'm not even gay. This will
be best for him in the long run.'"
At this, Tatsuha finally did cry. He turned around to keep Seguchi from seeing his face.
"You're so naive," Tohma continued in a milder tone. "You have sex with a perfect stranger
without realizing how dangerous it is, and you think this famous rock musician you've known
only a few hours is going to fall in love with you."
Tatsuha couldn't say anything as he stared out the front windows. They were melting and
warping.
"Why do you think Ryuichi has never married? None of his relationships has ever lasted, Tatsuha.
He doesn't have the ability to commit himself. He doesn't even see the need. He can take what
he wants and walk off. He's not what you expect."
"Nice to know that you think your own bandmate's a jerk," replied Tatsuha bitterly.
"It was always the music that came first. Nittle Grasper didn't form because we were nice guys.
Get over your stupid fanboy crush," Seguchi continued. "It was always ridiculous anyhow."
Tatsuha was trying to swallow. "Is that everything?" he asked, low.
"Most of it."
Tatsuha started towards the front door, but was jerked to a stop by Seguchi's grip. "You're not
leaving this house," Tohma ordered.
The teenager absorbed this, and waited until he was released. He still refused to look at his
brother-in-law. But as he began to head for the guest bedroom, Tohma caught him again.
"One last thing," Seguchi said. "If you try to contact Ryuichi, or bother him in any way, I'll tell
him about Tanaka, and that you sold yourself for sex."
Tatsuha turned around, slowly. This time he didn't care if Seguchi saw his tears. "You
MOTHERFUCKER," he shouted. "You KNOW that's a LIE."
"K's word will be enough. Ryuichi trusts him, and K supports me in this."
Tatsuha jerked his arm out of his brother-in-law's grasp, and ran for the guest bedroom. He
couldn't even think. He looked at the window Ryuichi had jumped out of yesterday, and saw a
ghost, the image of the singer leaving him forever.
Tatsuha swung.
The glass exploded as his fist went through. He pulled his hand back out and swung again and
again, pounding every speck of glass out of the frame.
"Tatsuha!" Tohma shouted.
The teenager felt himself being jerked backwards by the shoulders. Seguchi yanked the
pillowcase off the bed and bound it around the bloody hand, which was bleeding surprisingly fast.
In seconds, it seemed, the pillowcase was soaked. Then Tohma was shoving him out of the room,
over towards the garage, and into the passenger seat of a car.
"We overdid it, dammit, we overdid it," Seguchi muttered to himself as he gunned the car off to
the emergency room.
To Be Continued.
The long dash to Tohma's removed some of the shock of the encounter with K, though none of
Tatsuha's fury. He couldn't believe what K had just done. But as he ran inside the house, he
encountered something else, something he'd never seen before.
An openly angry, glaring Tohma.
"So," Seguchi began, "K tells me you've been having pickup sex with strangers, namely a truck
driver by the name of Tanaka."
\\Oh God, not this,\\ thought Tatsuha. \\Not right after that asshole K.\\ He shut his eyes for a
second, trying to get his breath back. He was not in the mood for another fight. But he had to
face his brother-in-law.
"I suppose you've already heard the details from him," replied the teenager angrily. "Just say
what you have to say."
"Was it consensual?" Tohma asked.
Tatsuha was silent for a long moment. "I didn't want to do it, but I didn't fight it. I don't know
what the hell it was."
"Could you have said no?"
"I suppose. I don't know how he would have taken it, though."
"In other words, you didn't have a choice. For God's sake, Tatsuha. You came within a hair's
breadth of being kidnapped, maybe even murdered, if what K tells me about that driver is true."
Tatsuha only watched him, waiting.
"It's time I said something about your sexual behavior. You're out of control."
"Hey! You've never said anything like this to Eiri, and he's no worse than I am," Tatsuha replied
indignantly.
"Eiri doesn't have the vaguest idea of what is normal, sexually speaking, and thanks to him,
neither do you. Your brother," Seguchi replied coldly, "had an abusive love affair with Kitazawa,
was raped when he was sixteen, and began going through women like cans of beer soon after.
Even worse, he began procuring girls for you. What kind of man procures for his own brother, a
mere boy? How young were you when he started doing this? Thirteen? Twelve?"
Tatsuha paled.
"He's taught you that loveless sex is normal, which is a terrible crime. No, maybe I've got this
wrong," continued Seguchi in that same deadly tone. "Eiri was procuring, but not for you. It was
for all those girlfriends he couldn't satisfy. THEY were the clients, and YOU were the whore."
"I've heard enough!" Tatsuha shouted. "Where's Mika?"
"The house is empty. I made sure both she and Kumiko went out this morning. And no, it's not
enough. There's still Ryuichi."
"What about him?" \\No, did K tell—.\\
"He told me he'd had an---encounter---with you at this house."
"R—Ryuichi?" Tatsuha couldn't believe this. Ryuichi HIMSELF had told Seguchi? Even
though the singer had been trying to hide the knowledge from Mika?
Seguchi was scowling. "Well, you finally succeeded. You seduced your idol. How old are you?"
Tatsuha said nothing.
"I asked, HOW OLD ARE YOU?"
"Sixteen," was the sullen reply.
"Which shows how much you really care for his welfare. He can go to jail, now. If you'd really
loved him, you would never have put him in that sort of danger."
"I wouldn't EVER—."
"That doesn't matter, dammit! All it takes is one nosy photographer or a reporter when you're
not paying attention, and his life is ruined! Do you want to do that to him?" Seguchi was yelling
now.
Tatsuha was near tears. "No!"
"Good." Tohma glanced aside. "Ryuichi also asked me to tell you this. He doesn't want to hurt
your feelings, but he doesn't want to see you again."
"WHAT?!"
"That's the essence of it. Basically, Ryuichi said, ‘he's too young and I'm not even gay. This will
be best for him in the long run.'"
At this, Tatsuha finally did cry. He turned around to keep Seguchi from seeing his face.
"You're so naive," Tohma continued in a milder tone. "You have sex with a perfect stranger
without realizing how dangerous it is, and you think this famous rock musician you've known
only a few hours is going to fall in love with you."
Tatsuha couldn't say anything as he stared out the front windows. They were melting and
warping.
"Why do you think Ryuichi has never married? None of his relationships has ever lasted, Tatsuha.
He doesn't have the ability to commit himself. He doesn't even see the need. He can take what
he wants and walk off. He's not what you expect."
"Nice to know that you think your own bandmate's a jerk," replied Tatsuha bitterly.
"It was always the music that came first. Nittle Grasper didn't form because we were nice guys.
Get over your stupid fanboy crush," Seguchi continued. "It was always ridiculous anyhow."
Tatsuha was trying to swallow. "Is that everything?" he asked, low.
"Most of it."
Tatsuha started towards the front door, but was jerked to a stop by Seguchi's grip. "You're not
leaving this house," Tohma ordered.
The teenager absorbed this, and waited until he was released. He still refused to look at his
brother-in-law. But as he began to head for the guest bedroom, Tohma caught him again.
"One last thing," Seguchi said. "If you try to contact Ryuichi, or bother him in any way, I'll tell
him about Tanaka, and that you sold yourself for sex."
Tatsuha turned around, slowly. This time he didn't care if Seguchi saw his tears. "You
MOTHERFUCKER," he shouted. "You KNOW that's a LIE."
"K's word will be enough. Ryuichi trusts him, and K supports me in this."
Tatsuha jerked his arm out of his brother-in-law's grasp, and ran for the guest bedroom. He
couldn't even think. He looked at the window Ryuichi had jumped out of yesterday, and saw a
ghost, the image of the singer leaving him forever.
Tatsuha swung.
The glass exploded as his fist went through. He pulled his hand back out and swung again and
again, pounding every speck of glass out of the frame.
"Tatsuha!" Tohma shouted.
The teenager felt himself being jerked backwards by the shoulders. Seguchi yanked the
pillowcase off the bed and bound it around the bloody hand, which was bleeding surprisingly fast.
In seconds, it seemed, the pillowcase was soaked. Then Tohma was shoving him out of the room,
over towards the garage, and into the passenger seat of a car.
"We overdid it, dammit, we overdid it," Seguchi muttered to himself as he gunned the car off to
the emergency room.
To Be Continued.