Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Stray Kitten ❯ Homeless ( Chapter 1 )
Title: Stray Kitten
Author: Sardius
Category: Romance
Warnings: NC-17
Pairings: Yohji/Ran
Disclaimer: Once again I don't own the pretty boys, just using them for a bit of fun.
Dedication: For Lilla: For writing me `Last Christmas', beta reading all my works, and a great friend. Thankyou.
Author's Note: This fic is based on the DJ, Utau Noraneko, presented by Mieko Koide, situated in the "Obsession" website: http://obession.cjb.netscanned and translated by Cirrus, edited by Alekth.
This is their summary: "Walking back from work one day, Nagaya hears a man -Yukito- singing while waiting to freeze to death under the cherry trees. He asks Yukito to come home with him, gets him clean, clothed and fed. Unable to come up with a reason for inviting him home, Nagaya accepts Yukito's assumption that he did it because he wanted him."
In no means am I making a profit or claiming this as my own original fanfiction. This fic is based on Utau Noraneko. Some texts are used from Cirrus translations. I am replacing the WK characters, Yohji and Aya into the story, with some changes made by myself throughout on the first two chapters.
The last chapter does not associate with the manga whatsoever. That is my own creation.
My Summary: One night when Yohji was walking home from work, he heard a stranger (Ran) singing a very beautiful song, who was lying underneath a Sakura tree, waiting for his death. Yohji felt sorry for the redhead and decided to let him stay at his place for the night. The title: Stray Kitten refers to Ran who, like a homeless kitten, is waiting for someone to pick him up.
Chapter One: Homeless
Night in Tokyo was beautiful.
It was a city that was endlessly filled with people, all going about with their daily business; school kids running around with their friends, talking about the latest fashion or electronic appliances. Lights flashes continuously on the TV screens, on the buildings of various companies, on colourful shops' windows, as the city came to life.
Yet the city could also be a lonely place.
I switched the sign to 'Closed' as I said goodbye to the last of my customers. It had been a busy night; the restaurant was fully booked as I walked back and forth to make sure my guests were satisfied with my establishment's services. Dishes had to be prepared, orders taken and drinks served, as I made sure none of my employees were making any mistake for the night.
I was so tired.
"Are you going to stay here for a while longer Kudou-san?"
I wasn't even aware my worker was speaking to me until the question was posed again. "Oh yes, you head off home Kiro. I'll lock up for the night."
A few murmur of voices and 'Good nights' were whispered and the door was closed, leaving me alone. I got up and checked the profit I had made for the night, after making sure everything was perfect for the next day chores, I headed to the back room to grab my coat and scarf.
The wind blew back as I opened the door, letting the bell jingle slightly as I wrapped the coat tighter around my thin body and closed the restaurant for the night.
It was cold during winter in Tokyo. I rubbed my hands together, my scarf tied tightly around my neck, stopping the cold from seeping into my skin. This was the part I hated the most of the night.
Walking home by myself.
Everyday was the same. I would wake up; head off to the restaurant, make some orders, talk with my staffs to make sure everything was up to the standard and then run my business as usual. Yet each night when everything was completed, and people headed home to spend time with their families or friends, I would always be left alone.
I had rather gotten use to it. After all, what else was there left for me anyway? I remembered my one true love, Asuka who I had loved so very dearly only to be separated when she had died during a car accident.
Since then, I found there was no longer any point in my life but to continue living the way I had been before. Nothing really mattered to me, except working, drinking and sleeping. I sometimes even forgot to eat; making my staffs worry about me, thinking I would die from starvations.
But it was useless. Everything was useless because I was all alone.
The street was cold; there was no one left on the sidewalk as I slowly made my way towards my apartment. Every step was memorised, the smell of the sweet Sakura blossoms made me remember the last spring I had spent with Asuka, her sweet voice filling my mind.
I've watched you somewhere far away
Like a lost child, wanting to play
Come play with me, come play with me
And we will end in harmony.
Whose voice was that? I stopped in my track and listened to the soothing music drifting into the night. It was beautiful, the voice. Someone was singing so beautifully, I wanted to find out whom the voice belonged to.
Come play with me, come play with me
My love, you taste so sweet
I followed the song until I realised the singer was in the park near my apartment. I remembered Asuka and I used to spend our afternoons here, listening to the soft chirping of the birds and enjoying each other's presence.
Come play with me, come play with me
Your memories are my dreams.
It was then that I saw him.
Lying underneath the Sakura tree was a beautiful pale man, covered with soft pink petals as his hand reached up towards the sky, trying to catch the drifting petals into his palm. His hair was bright crimson, the colour of blood, flowing onto the ground. The redhead wasn't wearing much, except a very worn loose black shirt and tight faded blue pants.
He looked like a beautiful angel bathed in the moonlight.
Unable to hold back any longer, I walked closer to the stranger until I was standing right above him and was shocked to see a pair of stunning amethyst eyes looking up at me.
Maybe one day you will know
And we will end in harmony.
The singing stopped.
Time seem to freeze between us as we looked at each other, the cool air blowing the Sakura petals around us. I felt as if I was in a dream.
"Do you take request?" I asked.
The amethyst eyes drifted closer to mine, as if indeed wondering if I was speaking to him. Then after a moment of hesitation he replied, "As long as it's not painful. Then go ahead."
I was confused about what he had meant but I tried not to let the surprise show on my face. Painful? What could he possibly mean by that? "No. I would like to give you a request, but it's a song."
The redhead closed his eyes and once again I could not help but notice how beautiful this person was, lying so peacefully on the ground, the bright moonlight shining onto his pale skin. His breath was even, his chest slowly rising up and down; his lips were slightly parted and yet even in the darkness I could see he was shivering from the cold.
"Oh? I thought you were the God of death."
God of death? He thought I was going to take him away. I had to smirk at that thought. Is he drunk? "Are you waiting for him?"
"Yes, because I am going to die."
I did not understand why I was still standing here looking at this strange person lying at my feet. He sounded like a small boy from the way he spoke even though his voice was so deep. He sounded so young and also so vulnerable.
"It was raining before, so my clothes are all wet. I have no money and I'm hungry. If I stay like this I'll die, won't I?"
I did not know how to respond to that.
The redhead continued, "So I was going to sing until I died and let myself be buried in the Sakura petals."
I could not believe that there was someone else other than myself that would speak so carelessly about life. It seemed that he did not care about what happened to him at all, judging by how calmly he spoke to me. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I felt angered at the boy's carelessness.
"Do you want to die?" I asked.
"I have nowhere else to go and I have no money. It's best if I stay here and wait for my death."
That brought a smile to my lips. I remembered one time when Asuka had wanted me to pick up this stray cat, as it laid huddling in the cold, waiting for someone to feed him and give him a home. And now I felt as if I was doing the same thing.
I smiled gently to the redhead and reached out my hand to him. "Then, would you like to come home with me? The best I can do, is offer you food and a warm bed."
The only answer I received, were a pair of wide violet eyes staring back at me in surprise.
* * * * * *
"So this is your house?"
It was only a ten minutes walk from the park to my place; I unlocked the door to my apartment and let my guest wander in behind me.
"Yes. Why don't you take a hot shower and I'll see what we can have for dinner."
I flung my coat and scarf onto the couch and went straight to the kitchen. I didn't even turn around to see if he was following me when I heard a voice speaking in the room.
"Ran."
I turned around and saw the young man standing near the doorway. His eyes never left my face as if he was confronting me.
"Huh?"
A moment of hesitation before he spoke again, "My name is Ran." Then the redhead turned away from me and started searching for the bathroom.
I couldn't help but just smile at how cute he was.
Well Asuka, I finally managed to pick up a stray kitten.
* * * * * *
"You finished? Here's the food."
Ran came into the kitchen, his hair slightly damp, the smell of roses drifting into the air. He came gingerly beside the table and took his seat, his eyes scanning the room every now and then.
I placed a plate of hot food on the table and seated myself across from him and couldn't help but smile, seeing the boy, Ran, his eyes all lit up at the sight of the food presented to him. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just some ramen and two slices of bread and a cup of green tea, but already the redhead was shovelling as much food into his mouth as he could.
A kind of sadness over took me as I realised how hungry the young man was as he gobbled his food down as quickly as possible. Suddenly he saw me looking at him and he stopped eating, the chopsticks still partly shoved in his mouth. Pink spots appeared in his cheeks as he blushed shyly at me.
He looked so beautiful like that.
"So how long since you have eaten?" I didn't feel like eating so I lit up one of my cigarette and slowly took a deep drag of the smoke.
"A week or so. Usually I get something now or then if they are nice to me."
I did not question any more about what he meant by that. Instead, I thought about hiring him to sing in my restaurant. With such a beautiful voice like his, maybe he would take up on my offer.
"So how old are you?"
"Twenty."
It seemed the redhead was less talkative when there was food in front of him. I pushed my own plate towards him, letting him have my share as well.
"And your job?"
Before I realised what he was doing, he dropped his chopsticks on the table and leaned across, until our lips were close together, to kiss me. Out of shock, I leaned back forcing him to fall forward from his position and he landed on top of me as we both collapsed onto the floor.
Ran pushed himself up, his hands on my chest, as he looked confused at me. "Why did you move away? Didn't you want me to kiss you?"
Realisation struck me as I figured out what his profession was.
"This…is your job?"
The redhead still did not move from me and I found myself in a very uncomfortable position. "Well, I wouldn't call it like that. But, isn't that the reason why you brought me home?"
I was shocked to hear those words coming out of his lips. He had thought I wanted to have sex with him as a one-night stand. The redhead continued to look confused at me, clearly still not understanding what I had meant at all.
"Am I wrong? Then why did you pick me up?"
Yes, why did I?
Maybe because I had felt so sorry for him as I watched him lying so cold and lonely in the field of sakura petals. Maybe it was because I was also lonely, and needed someone for company. I didn't know. All I knew at that moment was that I had to take care of him. To give him food, to let him sleep in a warm bed, to know that he would be safe at least for the night.
I gently pushed Ran away from me until we were both seated on the lush creamy carpet. I could tell he was blushing again then I realised that I was staring at him without saying anything.
"I'm sorry. I am straight."
A moment of silence.
"Oh… That's okay." There was a slight disappointment in the young man's voice but I did not fail to see how hard he was hiding his emotions.
I wondered why I was not taking him up on his offer. Sure, Ran was probably the most beautiful man I had ever seen, what with those soft silky crimson hair, long dark lashes, and stunning violet eyes that any women in Tokyo would have envied. I found myself infatuated with him.
"I can show you how." He replied.
I gaped at him. Then he cast his eyes aside until he was looking on the floor and whispered; "I've never done it with a man like you before. So rich, clean and proper. It's the only way I can repay you for giving me food and a bed to stay for the night."
"Ran. It doesn't have to be this way. You don't have to."
I didn't understand why I felt myself drawing closer and closer to the redhead. I had always been straight, for most of my life, sure I had had guys before but ever since Asuka's death I had not bedded someone for a long time.
Ran crawled closer towards me until our lips were only inches apart. "Can I kiss you?"
I'd decided to let go of all my restrains and nodded, letting him brush his lips shyly on me. I parted my lips as I let him deepen the kiss before I grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him slowly onto the floor. His lips were so soft, and he tasted so sweet. I could still taste the green tea he had drunk just moments ago. I shifted closer until I felt his erection brushing against my thigh and I broke off the kiss, leaving a slightly panting Ran looking up at me.
I ran my fingers through his silky hair and let them trail down his cheeks until it landed on his parted lips.
"Let's take this to the bedroom."
And Ran smiled.
* * * * * *
"Yohji…" His voice kept moaning in my ear driving me crazy. I had never thought there was someone else beside Asuka that could make me feels this way. Ran lay below me, panting harshly as he tried to push himself onto my fingers. I stretched him slowly, shifting two of my fingers together until I brushed against his prostate and his eyes widened.
"Unnn …please Yohji."
God, I had never lost control this much in my life. I kissed those cold bruised lips, sucking on them, leaving a trail of kisses until I bit possessively onto his pale neck. Ran's breath hitched, his body seemed to melt suddenly as I sucked onto that sweet skin of his, marking him as mine.
Mine? When have I started thinking that he belongs to me?
The redhead was mewling now, clutching onto my shoulder, precum leaking from his tip as I shifted my fingers away, earning a disappointed grunt from him. I let my eyes once again roam over all that pale lovely skin, before I shifted myself, until my tip was brushing at his opening and I started pushing into him slowly.
It was heaven. It was so strange to feel as if our two bodies fitted so perfectly together. Ran wrapped his legs around my waist, holding me in place as he urged me to move inside of him. I placed both of my hands on each side of his head as I found myself falling into those deep pools of amethyst eyes, emotions slowly becoming visible to me.
I kissed him on the forehead and then his lips as I shifted out of him, only to push back against the tight opening.
We both moaned at the sensation it brought us. Harsh panting slowly filled the room as I continued to thrust into that beautiful body, his lips whispering my name against my ear, his nails raking down my back.
Sweat clung onto our bodies as I rode through the pleasure that stroke through us. Ran felt so good, so tight and so wonderfully warm. I shifted, grabbing onto his hips, knowing there would be bruises when morning comes and slammed myself into him again.
Ran moaned, his voice was so sweet to my ears; I wanted this to never end. I kept pounding into him, as I grabbed onto his neglected erection and pumped it in time with my thrust. A moment of stillness, then the redhead stiffened and came, as I felt his warm seed spilling onto his stomach and mine. I gritted my teeth and came a moment later, hiding my face into the damp pillow and yelling out his name.
Then there was silence, except for the harsh breathing in the room. I slowly shifted myself out of Ran, who seemed exhausted lying on my mattress, his hair in disarray.
He looks a kitten who was rudely interrupted from his nap.
I smiled as I got up and picked up a towel to clean us up, and laid down beside the redhead again. Like a kitten he crawled on top of me, until he was half lying on my chest, his arm flung across my waist, his head tucked neatly under my chin, and our legs tangled together.
I felt so comfortable and so satisfied as I held him in my arms. A sense of possessiveness overcame me, as I smoothed back his crimson locks, and watched as the redhead slowly fell asleep.
As I let myself fall into a deep and peaceful slumber, I felt his lips moving against my skin as he whispered softly to me.
"Arigatou Yohji."
* * * * * *
The sun was shining down into my room as I woke up and stretched my sore aching muscles, popping a few joints at a time. I squinted at the bright sunlight, wondering how Ran was when I noticed there was something missing in my bed.
Ran was gone.
I looked around the room and realised he had picked up his clothes which had dried from last night and had left without telling me.
I sat down, took a cigarette out of the packet and lighted it with my lighter. A sense of sadness ached in my heart as I continued smoking; my thoughts kept wandering to the beautiful redhead from last night.
Had it been a dream?
I looked across from the table to see last night's dishes had not been cleaned, a tipped over glass, chopsticks dropped carelessly onto the table, the chairs flung down onto the floor.
I smiled. No it was definitely not a dream.
I got up and went outside on the balcony, looking down at the Tokyo streets, slowly getting filled with people as the day progressed along. Another day, another night. The same as any other day.
I crushed the end of my cigarette in the ashtray and lifted my eyes towards the sky.
A beautiful stray kitten.
I wondered if I would ever see him again.
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TBC~~~~~
Sardius
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