Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Celebrity Is... ❯ Trouble at Home ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

When the sun began to go down, so did the actor’s sense of security. He fixed a hot cup of chai tea to help make himself feel better and stretched out on the couch with a book. In the middle of finishing a page, his phone rang. So groggily, he rose up from his comfortable nesting position on the couch to fetch it. “Hello,” he answered. The line was quiet. “Hellooo?” the man drew out with amusement. There was a click and then a dial tone. Yohji swallowed hard. His whole body tingled with fright while questions that doubted his current safety ran through his mind.

Yohji made sure to double check that all the curtains in his apartment were closed after realizing that one of them was still open. That’s when a thought came to him. He called Ran. “Ran, it’s me, Yohji.”

“What’s up?”

“I just got a really suspicious phone call. I freaked out and started to look all around me, that’s when I noticed that one of my curtains was still open and anyone from the building across from me can see inside. I think that’s where my potential stalker must be. Someone must have been watching me through the window.”

“Okay, I’m on it,” the bodyguard said in a hurried tone.

Twenty minutes later, Yohji was pacing the floor in front of his sofa. Finally, he got a call back from Ran. “I’m here in the building across from you. One of the units is vacant and the landlord agreed to let me come in here.”

“Okay,” Yohji responded in a ‘Tell me more’ sort of way.

“I can definitely see into your apartment but, it’s a limited view of the wall that leads to you bedroom hallway. Nothing special. Whoever called you may have just done it at random to fuck with your head. It could have even been a wrong number but, if this continues to be a problem I’ll put in a request for a phone number change on both your land line and your cell phone. It should be affective within twenty-four hours of order placement.”

Yohji wasn’t listening, he was too upset. [I can’t stay here,] he thought to himself. It felt so much safer at Ran’s place.

“Anyhow,” the redhead continued. “I’ll get back to you tomorrow night when I get back into town.”

“What?” the older boy asked.

“I’m leaving for the highway right now. My great aunt and uncle are having an anniversary party that I have to attend.”

“Oh...” came the soft whimper of disappointment. So, bunking with the bodyguard was not an option.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Goodnight.” Yohji hung up the phone and immediately went to his medicine cabinet to fish out some good sleeping pills. But, what good would they do if someone were to actually break in and find him vulnerable? “I can’t let myself be vulnerable,” Yohji said aloud. Sure, he had security guys crawling all over the building but, it just didn’t seem like enough. He went in the bathroom and took a quick shower, it was time to leave the apartment for someplace more public. Privacy had become his enemy now.

+++

Everyone who was anyone went to Club Orange. No, it didn’t have much to do with the fruit or the color. It just had an orange neon sign. The name was inside of a large hoop. Yohji felt more comfortable in a place like this and tucked his hair under a handsome cowboy hat to help disguise himself. Standing in line, he checked the time on his cell phone just before he got to the door, 9:03 pm. Two girls were beckoned to the front of the line and bumped into him.

“Watch it!” one of them hissed. Flinging her long brunette hair with horribly chunky, do-it-yourself-type highlights around.

“You bumped into me.”

“Well, if you had been looking around instead playing with that stupid phone, you would have seen me. What is a loser like you doing with a cell phone anyway? As if you have anyone to call,” the girl scoffed.

“Lydia, Raquel,” the club doorman interjected. “Why don’t you ladies come on in, I’ll handle it from here.”

The two women, who definitely acted more like bratty, over-privileged Jezebels kept forward. The second girl with a trendy black bob cut just gave Yohji a condescending look under her heavy bangs.

The actor shook his head lightly while pulling the $15 cover charge out of his wallet.

“Keep it, you’re not getting in here,” The doorman laughed sarcastically.

“What, Why not?”

“We like to keep the atmosphere in here...pure. No wannabes and definitely no stupid fucking hats.” The man snatched it off the top of Yohji’s head and it let free a golden waterfall. Everyone around gasped and began mumbling between themselves.

“Go to hell!” Yohji growled. He grabbed his hat from the doorman and began storming down the sidewalk.

“That’s right, run away,” smiled Yohji’s antagonist with his hands cupped around his mouth to make his voice stretch further. As soon as the man turned back around to face the rest of the people in line, he immediately noticed that everyone had their phones out and were taking pictures. “What’s going on?” he asked with a confused look and kept making double takes between the man he’d just offended and the club goers in line. “Yohji Kudou?” he repeated after hearing it whispered a couple of times. “Who is–?” before the man could finish his question, a few people started pointing to a Billboard across the street. Yohji’s smiling face was depicted to promote the new movie he was starring in with an all star cast. “Shiii...” the doorman began as he put a hand to his head. “Mr. Kudou!” he called out but, it was too late, Yohji had already turned the corner.

+++

Yohji sat in his car in a parking garage. He was so pissed off that heat was actually radiating off of his forehead. “I’m not gonna let that asshole ruin my night,” he said aloud. Locking the car back up again, he went in search of another club he thought he’d seen on the way there. He found the sign and began walking toward it. Once there, a flashing, neon arrow pointed downward and it was easy to see now that there was sort of a ramp to go down before actually getting to the club. So, down the inclined plane he went and then straight through a playfully lit hallway before getting to the entrance. The cover was just $8. The music was loud, nothing he usually listened to but, it was catchy anyway.

This place resembled a lot of underground alternative clubs. Many people were dressed in gothic or PVC type attire. The first person to catch his eye was a woman with a Bettie Page hair cut. She wore a bust-less, leather teddy that buckled up the front. But, her thigh-high boots atop silver spiked heels, made the “outfit.” She seemed to be having the time of her life dancing on a small platform with a pole in the middle.

Club goers danced slowly to the current song The lyrics were morbid but, the tone was seductive. “...I got the beauty, she’s my beast. Looks like a leper but, she’s my priest. Look closer we go. I’m gettin’ tired my death’s too slow...” People were swaying their bodies around, feeling the vibrations of the music. The song eventually ended and someone could be heard speaking over the microphone. Apparently a contest had been going on.

“Will the finalists of tonight’s contest please come on stage, now.” Twelve girls, including the Bettie Page look-a-like made a single file line up a short flight of stairs. Everyone began to crowed around the sage and Yohji took this time to head for the bar at the far left. He took a shot off of a Black Russian that rolled his eyes into the back of his head. “Whoo...that’s good” he breathed, smacked his lips a little bit and turned back in the direction of the stage as the contest winner was announced. It was a dark skinned girl with a pink wig.

Just left of that was the DJ who appeared to be looking at him hard. As soon as Yohji noticed, he flipped around to see if anyone significant was behind him. Then, he looked back up at the DJ who was shaking his head. “You” the boy mouthed while pointing.

Yohji gave a look of surprise and pointed his own hand toward himself “Me?” he mouthed back. The DJ nodded and beckoned him near with one finger.

The long haired man paid for his drink and climbed up to the DJ’s work area. He was shorter than Yohji and slightly younger. His hair was messy but, in a hip way and was a deep shade of brunette. “You wanna pick the next song?” he asked softly.

“I don’t think I know any of them,” the actor shrugged.

“Well, I think this crowd’s ready for a little Imperative Reaction. So, which song sounds best, Judas or Severed?”

“I’ll go with the first one.”

“Good choice.” The lights dimmed and the song began to play. Yohji stayed with the DJ, kissing him while he worked. The green eyed man put his hand down the front of his new plaything’s black and grey bondage pants. They were very appealing on him and hugged his butt nicely. They looked more old school, nothing like the generic ones kids were wearing lately. Battle scars from way too many concerts and hopping fences, also known as holes, were adorned with clever patches but several still played peek-a-boo with his knees. Once Yohji’s fingers slipped past the waistband and felt the softness of pubic hair, his hand couldn’t go much further without the hassle unbuttoning the boy’s belt. He then pulled his hand out and draped it over the DJ’s clothed private area. The best part was that everyone could see it but, no one cared. It was acceptable to stand behind the DJ whose name he didn’t know, kiss his neck and masturbate him through his pants. Everyone was too busy doing it to their own partners to make a fuss or take photos or do any of the annoying things that always happened to him when he got a little horny at other clubs.

The night seemed to end so quickly. As soon as Yohji got home, he put on a pot of coffee to try to stay awake. He didn’t want to go to sleep alone while someone was potentially after him. He almost wished for the old days when he wasn’t famous and he could take anyone home with him for a fuck. “Image, Yohji. Image,” he mocked Mr. Shinuki while tipping his head from side to side. Image was all his agent ever talked about these days and his new friend, the DJ, was just the type of temptation he was instructed to leave behind. “Screw it,” the actor said while looking through his cell phone’s address book. He didn’t know the guy’s name, he just had it listed under DJ. The phone rang twice. “Come on, pick up you little slut,” he whispered. The voicemail came on and Yohji hung up. “Fuck you, Ran!” he exclaimed in frustration. “If you were here I wouldn’t have to call strangers to come spend the night with me.

Yohji could’ve asked one of the on duty security guards to stay in the house with him but, mistreatment from his days as a child star made him weary of them. So, he was quite elated when the club DJ called him back. He made a fist and pulled his arm downward while letting the phone ring a few times. He couldn’t seem too eager. “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s me, Ken.”

“Oh, yeah. Hey, Ken,” Yohji repeated the name so that he could better remember it.

“You called earlier?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling kind of restless and I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight?”

“Hell yeah! You made me so fucking hard at work and then you just disappeared.”

“Yeah, I had to meet a friend somewhere...their car broke down.” The truth didn’t matter.

“Oh, really. Are they okay?”

“Uh, yeah–do you have a pen and paper to take down my address?” Yohji asked in a hurried manner.

“Sure, tell me what it is.”

About fifteen minutes later, Ken pulled up on his bike. He phoned Yohji on the outside intercom and the gates to the underground garage began to fold up. The brunette drove in and found visitor parking to his right. [Okay,] he thought to himself. [Where is the elevator?] The boy looked around until finding a blue and white sign that pointed in the direction of a lobby where elevators could be found. Following Yohji’s directions, he immediately found the man’s door. It was nearly toward the very end of a long hallway. After ringing the doorbell, he heard light steps coming his way from the other side.

“Hi,” Yohji greeted and let his friend in.

Ken was very surprised upon finally getting to see Yohji sans the hat and in a better lit setting. “Nice place,” he said slowly. The other man seemed very familiar now but, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. The actor pulled him by one arm, over to the couch. They nestled into the cushions and began kissing heedlessly. The DJ softly pushed Yohji away for a moment to speak. “Have we met before, I mean before tonight?”

“Not that I know of,” the long haired man smiled while trying to press forward again.

“But I know you from somewhere.”

Yohji sat back and blew some of the hair out of his face. “Okay,” he settled. “Have you seen Deviant Pursuit?”

“No, that just came out this weekend, right? I heard it’s supposed to be good.” Yohji just gave Ken sort of a look. The boy didn’t quite follow. “Uh...do you work at the movie theatre or something?” The older boy gave him another look, this time of amusement. Then it clicked. “Oh! Oh...”he let out. “Oh.”

“We haven’t even done anything yet. Don’t you think that’s a lot of ‘Oh’ noises.”
“Oh, sorry. I mean!” The DJ closed his eyes and put the palm of his hand to his head. Now he was feeling really self conscious and embarrassed. “You must think I’m and idiot for not recognizing you sooner.”

“I think no such thing, not at all.”

“Well, why didn’t you say something to me earlier?”

“What was I to do? Go up to you and say ‘Hi, I’m a famous actor. Wanna fuck?’ A bit tacky.”

“Ha,” Ken chuckled. “Everybody else does it.”

“No,” Yohji smiled.

“Yes! Ask anybody. I was on break with a co-worker at the side of the club once when the lead singer from Tender Bender comes up, whips it out in front of us and says ‘Now which one of you wants to suck off a rock star?’ The girl I was with fell for it but, I just gave him a dirty look and walked away.”

“I guess that’s what celebrity can do to a person.”

“But, you’re different,” said Ken as he wrapped his arms around the other man’s shoulders.

They went back to kissing and fondling one another. Yohji’s hands stayed on the DJ’s bottom, squeezing it and enjoying how firm it felt.

The brunette lifted his shirt up over his head and rested it on the back of the couch. Yohji fingered the boy’s navel and licked the outer edge of his nipples gently. The younger boy ran his fingers through long strands of honey colored silk. He heard Yohji undo his belt buckle and Ken closed his eyes with anticipation. But, it sounded like he might be having trouble. When the brunette lifted his eyelids again Yohji’s demeanor seemed different. “Hey,” he said softly. “Look at me.” The boy lifted his partners chin with an index finger. “You look tired.”

“No.”

“Yeah, you’re moving slower too. Don’t be stubborn. You should go to sleep.” Yohji’s eyes started to close on themselves. “See. I think I’m a little worn out too. I guess we were just going on adrenaline earlier, huh?” the younger man asked while putting his shirt back on.”

Seeing Ken get ready to leave alarmed the older boy. He could not, would not stay alone! “Just crash here tonight. I’ve got an excellent bed. And in the morning we can finish where we left off. Sound good?”
“Okay,” the shorter man nodded.

+++

Yohji awoke with Ken, spooned in his arms. Birds were singing loudly and their squawks seemed to be coming directly through his window. He grabbed his pillow and clamped it down over his head. Not that it worked to drown out any noise much. His cell phone went off, the caller ID read Ran’s name. “Hello?” Yohji picked up. He still felt so tired.

“Did I wake you?”

“Is grass green?” the actor asked sarcastically while trying to sit up.

“Don’t be a smart ass. I’m coming to get you in an hour.”

“Fine,” Yohji closed the phone and snuggled back into bed. Moments later his house guest woke and began to stretch his arms out.

“Good morning,” the young fellow announced with a yawn.

“Right...” the long haired man groaned.

“Holy shit! Is that the time? Oh, God. I’m in trouble.” The brunette hopped out of bed and immediately started putting his clothes back on.

“What are you late for?”

“I gotta pick somebody up at the airport. I’ve only got twenty minutes. I can’t believe I’ve done this for the second time in one year. She’s gonna kill me.”

“Wait, who is it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“My grandmother,” Ken frowned as he shimmied his pants up his legs.

“When you get there, start to tear up a little. She’ll ask you what’s wrong. Say that you don’t want to talk about it. She’ll say ‘Just tell me’. That’s when you get really emotional to the point where you can hardly talk. Then, explain that your manager unexpectedly asked to meet with you just before you got to the airport and now your job is in jeopardy because someone has been lying on you. She’ll totally forget about the tardiness thing and if she does think about it again, she’ll attribute it to your ‘unexpected meeting’ at work.” Ken stood there , mouth slightly agape. “She’ll probably hug you and kiss you and all that bullshit. But, lay it on thick enough and she might even bake you some cookies,” Yohji nodded.

“You should do this for a living.”

“What?”
“Lie.”

“I kinda do. I’m an actor, remember? Acting is just a more poetic way to do it.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to...you know.”

“No problem.” Ken leaned over the bed for a quick smooch when Yohji looked at his alarm clock. “Eighteen minutes,” he reminded the other boy. Ken lifted his eyebrows. “Go, go, go!”
The DJ left Yohji’s home and now he was alone again but, at least the sun was out and he didn’t have to worry about anyone sneaking up on him under the cover of darkness. He re-locked the front door and headed toward the bathroom. After peeing, he washed up and began to look at his face in the mirror. His ears perked up. He thought he’d heard something.

“Yohji,” said a voice and the bathroom door swung completely open.

“Shit!” he yelled.

“What?” asked Ran.

The actor had his hand to his chest and was breathing deeply. “Do you know how to knock?! I thought you were a fuckin’ killer or something.”

“Knocking wastes time.”

“I could’ve been naked, getting ready to take a shower in here or something.

“Well, then you should’ve closed the door all way. And it’s not like I’ve never seen you in your birthday suit. In fact the whole world saw your naked butt in Deviant Pursuit. So, get over it.”

“And you said you weren’t going to be here for an hour. It hasn’t even been twenty minutes.”

“Traffic cleared up,” the redhead shrugged. “Why do you look so worn out?”

“I kept worrying about someone being after me, last night. I’m telling you, if you had heard what I did that first time the noises started...you’d be freaked out too.”

“Why didn’t you get one of the security guards to come up here and stay with you?”

“I told you, I don’t trust them!” Yohji huffed.

“Why not? You never explained that to me.” The other man just shook his head. “Fine, then I’ll call one of them up here to stay with you tonight,” the redhead insisted as he pulled out his cell phone. Yohji grabbed it and hid it behind his back. Ran looked into his eyes. “You’re really stubborn about this aren’t you?” The taller man narrowed his gaze. “Let’s sit.” The red haired man made himself comfortable on the couch and pointed for his client to do the same. “I’m not a therapist or anything but, I think you need to talk.” There was a pause. “So, out with it,” came the tone of impatience.

“Okay,” the actor began. “When I was a kid, the security guards hired to look out for my family took advantage of the fact that my parents never actively supervised them. My mom through an elaborate party in my honor but, really it was just to show off that she had a famous kid. Well, afterward, it was obvious that different things had been stolen from the upstairs area of our house. Naturally, my parents thought it was done by one of our guests. But, earlier I witnessed one of our security guards in my parent’s room. I didn’t even realize he was there to take anything. He just stared at me for a minute before calling another guy over. They both stuffed me in a closet and hightailed it out of town before anyone got suspicious. They had been planning the robbery ever since they heard my mom talking about throwing a party.”

“Well, that was just one incident.”

“You’re right, so here’s another. My co-star, Han Kimura’s security guards took bribes to leave him alone with me while we were filming on location in Hong Kong. When I tried to complain about it, they all agreed that they had been with the two of us all night and that nothing inappropriate had happened.”

“Alright,” the redhead began to nod. “I think I get it now.” His lavender eyes were cast toward the floor, feeling just a little bit guilty about not taking Yohji seriously at first.

“Good.” The older boy paused in thought. “I know they aren’t all like that. But, I don’t want a single one of them in my home unless I feel like I can trust them. At this point, I don’t feel that way. Whenever we cross paths, they just look at me like I’m some typical snotty movie star.”

“Well, they haven’t gotten to know you like I have. If you need me to, I can stay here with you sometimes until we can figure out who is stalking you.”

“You mean ‘if’, don’t you? ‘If’ someone is stalking me.”

“Right,” Ran tried to agree calmly.

“Is there something I should know about the investigation?”

“Everything is under control,” the younger man said firmly. “Now, you have a spa appointment to get to. Just put on something comfortable yet presentable. It doesn’t have to be anything special this time.”

“I get it.” Yohji rolled his eyes while heading to his room.

“Image, Yohji.”

“Stop.”

+++
Being a star meant that everyone wanted a little piece of you. They wanted to praise you, stab you in the back then praise you all over again once you showed up someplace looking fabulous. Which is exactly what happened with Yohji.

The young actor had been ignoring rumors about the incident which occurred at Club Orange for weeks. As far as the popular version went, Yohji was not at fault. However, his lack of interest in going public about what really happened led vicious people to claim his silence suggested that he must have played some negative role.

Lifting his dark sunglasses, Yohji eyed a tabloid paper that featured a story on him at a corner newsstand. After listening to the radio that morning, it sounded like a majority of people still favored the idea of him being completely innocent of whatever happened at Club Orange. His agent was happy and so was he until eyeing a more respectable magazine that had his picture on the cover and a caption reading “Why Yohji got thrown out! Witness tells all!”

He bought the stupid magazine and quickly read the article. Everything mentioned was rather broad and spiteful. It was all a bunch of butt-covering on behalf of Club Orange.

“That tears it...filthy little bitch,” Yohji gritted his teeth. It was obvious who was behind all this. Almost shaking with anger, he dialed his agent. “Mr. Shinuki, let’s talk.”

Two days later, Yohji was scheduled to appear on a very popular morning show with three women on the panel. He firstly didn’t want to but, after seeing the show a couple times and identifying typical questions that may come up, he saw it as the perfect opportunity to set the record straight for himself without making it look like he’d orchestrated anything.

Wei Chang began the interview. “First, let me say thank you for being here.” There was a loud applause and whistling.

“My pleasure,” the actor responded but, his voice was nearly drowned out by everyone’s clapping.

“To jog everyone’s memory, Yohji played the part of Ichiro. The mischievous boy who was sent to live with his grandfather at the edge of the woods, in the very popular sitcom, ‘Knock on Woods’. One of my personal favorites might I add,”the woman smiled. “Alright, Yohji. I hate to ask you this but...what did happen at Club Orange? You’ve been pretty tight lipped about it.”

[That’s right, play right into my hand...] Yohji thought to himself. “Well, I was in line to enter the building. A couple girls cut all the way to the front which, I now know was the owner’s daughter and her friend. They bumped into me but, still became upset for dramatic affect I guess. Next thing I know, I’m getting hassled by the door guy.”

“Well, wait. Hassled how?” asked Wei.

“He snatched off a hat that I was wearing. I didn’t want any trouble so, I took my hat back and started walking away. I guess a few people began saying my name and that’s when he realized who I was. He kept trying to call me back but, I was already so offended that I just ended up going to another club instead.”

“Well, of course you were offended,” agreed the blonde girl who in reality Yohji couldn’t stand but, he knew she’d be the first one to stick up for him. “The guy felt like he could talk to you any which way until he realized that you were a celebrity and he felt stupid after that.”

“You seem so collected about it. Am I right?” another one of the show hosts pointed out and the audience applauded while Yohji gave one of his prize winning smiles. “Look at you, you’re so cute. Is there any part that bothers you about being thrown out like that?”

“The part that bothers me is the fact that ‘witnesses’ keep insisting that I was thrown out. I didn’t even make it in!” The audience and panel alike found humor in that statement and laughed full heartedly.

“So, your whole night wasn’t ruined though. You say you went someplace else. I hope it was fun.”

“It was uh...” Yohji gave a funny grin that had everyone laughing again.

“Yesss...” Wei playfully urged him to go on.

“It was very different. I loved it. Definitely not what I expected...everyone one was dressed in S&M stuff–,”

“Whoaaaa! Okay well we’ll have to talk more about that when we come back from the break.”

It felt good being able to say what he needed to in front of the world. Yohji felt like he had composed himself well. His suit was particularly stunning. Three pieces of navy blue with a crisp white dress shirt. He’d also booked the best hair stylist in town to give him a little extra something.

After his segment on the show was done, Yohji was pleased to see a row of stage hands holding head-shot photos, just waiting to be signed. [Yes,] the man smiled inwardly. Mr. Shinuki would be proud. It was one of the few times the green eyed man actively fought to protect his own image. Suddenly it was feeling much more important him to. His feelings weren’t to be confused with certain superficial actors who wanted to seem perfect all the time. Yohji just wasn’t going to be thrown in the mud without pulling the enemy down with him.

But, Ken...what was he to do about a boy like him? [Keep ‘em,] Yohji thought. No way celebrity life was going to keep him from being as promiscuous as his gorgeous body and spunky attitude allowed him to be. [Sorry, Mr. Shinuki...or not.] “Ha, ha!”