Mirage Of Blaze Fan Fiction ❯ The Echo of Memories Unforgotten ❯ Chivalrously Opens Doors Too! ( Chapter 1 )

 

Last night, with only an hour of actual rest being obtained, Takaya almost threw a fit as a hand slightly shook him awake.

 

`Five more minutes.' Burying his head in the pillow that cushioned the menacing thoughts that were now being directed to the person who owned that obtrusive appendage, the teen rolled over, trying to get away from the persistence of that hand.

 

`Just give me five more minutes.'

 

The hand that had gentled cupped his shoulder was now moving toward his head. The large palm now covering his forehead brushed away the sweaty strands of his black hair.

 

Takaya opened his eyes, shifted over, and upon seeing the business-suit-clad Naoe staring down at him, he brushed the hand on his forehead away.

 

“Yeah, yeah, I'm up, I'm up.” He turned back over and looked like he was going right back to sleep. It was summer after all, he could sleep in, but upon remembering where he was, Takaya stubbornly sat up. He rubbed at his eyes and scratching dumbly at his ears, Takaya yawned and stretched like he'd been asleep for decades instead of hours, make that hour.

 

Naoe hid his smile and getting up as the teen swiveled his longs leg over the side of the bed, he walked over to the mirror and fixing his tie, waited for Takaya to get his bearings.

 

The boy making an effort to not look so disheveled walked over to the bathroom. He found a toothbrush and a clean towel waiting for him and almost made a face at how organized Naoe was. Well, he was a businessman after all. They tended to be really responsible.

 

Takaya had always wondered what he, himself would be like when he was all grown-up like Naoe, not that he wasn't already but still, he had also wondered what Naoe had been like as a boy, probably one of those kids who got straight A's and could sit and read books with smart sounding titles. If only the Possessor had carried around a photo-album. Takaya thought now that would have been something to see, he would have paid good money to see Naoe as a child because it was already so damn hard trying to figure out if he had a childhood to begin with. Naoe probably had two stages in his whole life: Infant and Adult with no in between. And damn, he had tried, really tried but he just couldn't picture Naoe as a little kid. He just couldn't picture Naoe as a boy growing up with mud on his knees and a smile. It just wasn't humanly possible.

 

Brushing his teeth and washing his face, Takaya turned to see Naoe setting out some clothes for him and now that he thought about it, he really wanted to take a shower. Last night had been sweltering and he hadn't taken a shower the day before. His sister would have yelled at him if she'd known and he had told her, just the other day-for the tenth time- to stop buying that flowery scented shampoo. Why couldn't she just buy the regular kind that didn't have his hair smelling like some type of herbal garden or worst, confections? He was a boy, he didn't need girls commenting on how nice his hair smelled.

 

Grabbing the towel, he locked the bathroom door and shedding his clothes, turned on the spray. It was cold at first but he didn't mind, it was a nice change from the heat. Turning the handle so more water could come through, Takaya stood directly under the spray, his hands spread against the tiled wall.

 

He could feel introspective time steadily approaching, really he could do without this part of himself, the part that wanted to over analyze and nit-pick at every freakin' thing he did or didn't do. He was really into that self-hating thing these days. So he'd dreamt about Naoe last night, what was the big deal? Why couldn't he just leave it alone, buried under all the layers of self-denial, hate and that thing you did when you didn't want to listen - sticking your thumbs in your ear and singing lalalala over and over again, was it? - to the truth.

 

He heard the door to the bedroom close from beyond the bathroom door. He sighed and raking a hand through his wet hair, he smothered a frustrated groan, because it seemed that Naoe had the hearing of a German shepherd or a rottweiler, he wasn't too sure right now which description fit best.

 

Last night to his horror, he had woken up with an erection and when Naoe had walked in like a shadow, he had instantly bristled and would have jumped and clawed at the ceiling, if he hadn't gone instantly flaccid at seeing the man. Thankfully fright was a more powerful moving force than any of his teenage hormone.

 

Why was he thinking about Naoe like that? He'd thought he'd gotten over it, ever since Naoe had confessed and then left him on that stupid pier.

 

God he was such an idiot.

 

Naoe was a complete idiot, walking out on him like that and idiots in Takaya's opinion needed to be ignored and not only that, but it was a pride issue too. He wasn't going to ask Naoe to be his...what?...boyfriend...study buddies...

 

He would have laughed but it really wasn't funny.

 

This had been absolutely hopeless from the beginning but dammit, he couldn't stop thinking about the man, and when it came to the point when he was dreaming about him, Takaya knew something had to be done...but what? He didn't want Naoe to think he actually; heavens forbid liked him...like that. Geez, his life was complicated enough, he had no problem with baiting Naoe along, but outright telling him, nuh uh, no way in hell. It just wasn't going to happen.

 

 

 

Listening to the steady drum of the shower, Naoe placed his head in his hands as he sat on the couch in the living room. He could almost picture, Takaya in the shower, soaping himself...

He had thought good and hard about the consequences of bursting into the bathroom and cornering Takaya,

 

Long and hard.

 

He'd weighted the obvious fit the teen would have had thrown his way with the way Takaya was utterly breath taking when angry. Or the possibility of getting his head blown off with the mass amount of spiritual energy that Takuya could release with the possibility of touching and kissing him without the barrier of clothes.

 

Throwing open that door and being blasted away didn't seem like such a bad thing now. God, he wanted to touch Takaya, he wanted to rub his erection against the inside of Takaya's legs, he wanted to pin him to the tiled wall and fuck him until it stopped hurting. He wanted to make love to him and hold him and tell him how beautiful he was. He wanted to so much, so much so that his heart ached and his throat felt tight.

 

He heard the shower stop and instantly all his senses were tuned to every sound behind the door.

 

`Faithful watchdog indeed.'

 

He could hear the bathroom door open, his footsteps and then silence and after a couple of minutes, he heard more footsteps, they were approaching the bedroom door and then he heard the lock click and the doorknob turn.

 

Takaya had come out looking like he hadn't bothered to dry his hair or bothered with anything else for that matter. Wearing one of Naoe's white shirts and black pants, each looking a tad bit big on him, Takaya looked at the man in front of him. He pulled at the shirt and very reluctantly asked Naoe if he could borrow a belt to go along with the pants.

 

Naoe got up and walking towards the bedroom and his closet, came back with the desired article. He gave it to Takaya, watching the teen put it on and pull it to the tightest notch.

 

This displeased Takaya because he believed himself to be a pretty big guy, he could beat up all the guys in his class and a lot of upper classmen too but Naoe was a fucking tree. He had to fold the pant legs so they didn't drag on the floor (three times!) and then he thought about tucking in the dress shirt because it came down to lower thigh level. That hadn't boded well with him. He was one of those people who felt threatened if a taller man walked into his line of sight. Call him too gung-ho for a fight, he just didn't know what it was exactly.

 

And did he mention that tucked in shirts weren't cool. Naoe with his freakish tallness was forcing him to tuck in his shirt. That wasn't cool at all.

 

He began to tuck the shirt into his pants and threading over to the entrance grabbed his shoes by the door, he sat down and began to lace them up. He could hear Naoe getting his car keys and walking over to him, waited for Takaya to finish tying his shoelaces.

 

“I'll take you out to breakfast.”

 

Like hell! Takaya holding back the comment nodded his head. The way Naoe talked to him sometimes, you'd swear the guy was talking to his girlfrien-

 

Takaya stopped that thought before he could fully grasp it. He didn't need that right now and getting up from his seat on the floor, he was immediately met with an open door.

 

Naoe was politely holding the door open for him and what normal people would call polite, Takaya deemed as offensive since he in no way resembled a woman. He didn't need the door held open for him, he had two hands, he could open it for his damn self.

 

Regardless of what was brewing on the inside though, Takaya coolly walked through the door and going to the elevator, pushed down hard on the call button, repeatedly.

 

A/N: Takaya's anger is so fun to portray. He's so moody sometimes... okay all the time.