Slam Dunk Fan Fiction ❯ cuadro ❯ cuadroV ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

I was woken up by the frantic ringing of the doorbell. I heard a lot of muffled shouts and exclamations. I was too lazy to get up to open the door. I heard keys fumbling about and finally the door opened.

My door was opened rudely and something was shoved into my face.

"What is the meaning of all this??"

I heard my father's furious voice echo around the room. I winced. I wasn't used to being woken up like that since I was 10.

I blinked and put on my glasses. I had a newspaper nearly stuffed down my throat.

On the front page was Kenji. And me.

Me getting fucked by Kenji.

Us going out together.

Us kissing at a secluded corner of the restaurant.

What the hell was this crap?

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I looked out my window just to be greeted by the sight of reporters and cameramen stomping about. I nearly screamed in frustration. I needed to check how Kenji was. Did he see the news?

I tried to ignore the concerned look my mother was shooting me, and the disappointed and furious posture of my father. I wasn't ready for that now.

"Would you like to explain yourself Toru?"

I continued looking out of the window. "He was a fling - nothing more." I whispered. I could still remember his breathy voice as he whispered in my ear, I could still remember his hands as they pinned me down, I could still remember his member as it moved in and out of me, I could still remember his uneasiness last night.

But I didn't see the small sad, fleeting smile that he had when he left this morning, or the tear that ran down the side of his face.

Where was Kenji?

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I stayed at home for the next few days. I didn't want to go out and besides, I probably wouldn't be able to escape that bunch of relentless reporters. I called my secretary to postpone all appointments and to try to fend off reporters. I trusted her. She wouldn't tell anything scandalous that she might have found out.

But on the third day, I was getting frustrated and downright irritated. The reporters had more or less dwindled and only the really persistent ones were still camping out at the front of my house. I took my time putting on my navy blue shirt (Kenji liked it) and threw on a black tie, opened the door, closed it, took the elevator,

And steeled myself for the onslaught of reporters.

There were quite a few of them and they rushed for me - but I managed to move steadily towards my car, which was just… a few metres away.

"What is the cause for your reluctance to leave your house for the past 2 days Hanagata-san?"

"Are the pictures real?"

"Is it true you are gay?"

"I heard that Fujima-san is a prostitu-"

That caught my attention. I slammed my head in the direction of the speaker. It was a fat balding man. I sneered at him.

"Don't you ever speak of him that way."

They were either too shocked or too intimidated. Some reporters they are.

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Kenji…

I wonder where he is now…

And what he's doing…

Is he feeling lonely too?

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It was even worse at my office, because all the reporting agencies had a tip-off that I had finally left my house. They swarmed me and swirled around me, I felt like I was in the middle of a mosh-pit listening to some awful music. Luckily my secretary was there to lead me to my office. This was just too much. Security was a blessing too.

I wonder why they are so interested…

It's not even that big a deal.

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I finally settled into the buzzing monotone of work. I missed it. It was comforting - it was my anchor when Kenji crashed into my life, and sailed right out of it. I haven't been able to contact him, or see him or whatever, ever since that night. I really hope he isn't angry…

I would understand why he would be angry - but I just hope that our relationship wouldn't end like that. To lose Kenji would be…

"Hanagata-san, Maki-san is here to see you."

I so didn't need this. "Let him in."

I hated Maki Shinichi - all his self-confidence, pride and arrogance. I was sick of him. The door clicked open. I tried to get myself under some semblance of order, wouldn't be good for him to see me looking disheveled and messy and thus get smugger. Stupid bastard.

I looked up and saw a really really irritatingly confident smirk on his face. Plastering a smile on my face, I stood up to greet him. However, I stopped in mid-air. What the fuck was Kenji doing with Maki?

I nearly shouted out "Kenji" and concern was evident in my eyes. But something in his posture and expression made me rethink about my actions and I ignored him, to shake Maki's proffered hand. I motioned for him to sit down and forced myself to be professional.

"Maki-san, about that project you were proposing-"

"I came here just to talk about that. I'm canceling it."

I was glad I managed to keep my face impassive. "Canceling it? Why?"

"I don't believe your company has the human and monetary resources to carry it out for me. It is on the verge of collapse isn't it?"

I was speechless. That… "Maki-san, thank you for your honest feedback. We will take note of that. If there is nothing else, I'll have my secretary show you the way."

I hoped I sounded half as confident and professional as I hoped.

Maki that stupid idiot smirked again and shook my hand. "Nice doing business with you Hanagata-san, I may never have the chance to do so again. I believe these are yours."

He placed a stack of photos on the table. They were of Kenji and me - like the ones in the newspaper.

I looked up quickly at him, trying to keep my jaw from falling apart when I finally realised the implications of the situation.

He laughed, a grating sound. "I wanted to ruin you Hanagata. I wanted you to never be able to lift your head up in society ever again. And Kenji helped me."

He was already walking out and I felt like throwing a nice big knife at his back. But he'll probably catch it before it hits him and throw it back at me and I'll die in my office, miserable and betrayed. Kenji was looking at me guiltily, half-wondering whether to follow Maki or stay with me.

"Toru…"

I motioned for him to leave.

I couldn't face him now.

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I rubbed my temples. I felt so… empty and troubled. I wasn't angry with Kenji - how could I ever get angry with Kenji? But I still felt so upset…

Upset at myself for letting Maki get the better of me, upset with myself for losing Kenji to Maki, upset with myself for not loving Kenji enough, upset that I was such a pussy that I couldn't even bring myself to get angry with SOMETHING… anything at all.

And I was really worried about the company - stocks were falling after the newspaper reports about me being gay. Actually, I don't see the problem with that, but well, I guess it's up to them. Reclining back in my chair, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off, my mind as troubled as a sea with a brewing storm.

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