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Aug. 26th, 2009 02:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"My head hurts," Otoya excused himself from the party. Fujimaru looked worried, even worried enough to detach himself from Aoi (Aoi and Fujimaru had been near permanently attached since the last year of highschool). "It's alright, Fujimaru, I am just going to lie down. I had a long day." Fujimaru glanced back at the party, and then at Otoya. When Otoya waved his hand dismissively at him Fujimaru turned and walked back to the throng.
Otoya left the Takagi's apartment and headed down the hall to his own. When high school ended Fujimaru and Haruka had decided to sell the house they were in and move into a smaller space. Otoya was sure that at that point the bad memories of the house (the number of times it had been invaded, by police, by terrorists) had overpowered the good (their memories of their mother, their father, memories of their childhood) and the Takagi's had decided to move into an apartment. Otoya had been living on his own since halfway through high school. He had not been able to stand living in his grandfather's house anymore. (His grandfather refused to stop paying rent on the apartment though, even though Otoya now had a job that could cover it.) Luckily one of the apartment's in his building had just opened up… though Takagi had probably known that ahead of time. So Takagi moved in, and they had become neighbors. It meant that despite Fujimaru and Otoya going to different universities, and Haruka going to high school still, they saw a lot of each other.
Otoya sighed. He could still hear the noise of the party, the music, the laughter, the chatter. It was muffled though, significantly muffled. Closing the door behind him Otoya did not bother to lock it. Fujimaru would probably check on him later, or Haruka would. Since Otoya doubted his headache would be gone by then…
Otoya got a washcloth from the bathroom and wet it. He avoided looking at his face in the mirror while doing so. Classes had been tough this time around, and exams more so. While Fujimaru seemed to breeze through his own classes Otoya found himself struggling with a double major in Political Science and International Relations. This week's exams had been extremely trying on him, and he was just… tired. Too tired to party the end of the semester. Otoya turned off the bathroom light before walking back into his living room and lying down on the cough. Laying the cold washcloth over his eyes and forehead he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
…it never occurred to him that maybe his tiredness was caused by some outside source…
Softness, the lightest brushes of lips against his were what started Otoya on the path to wakefulness. Then firmer brushes, pressure, a tongue slipping in between his and stroking along his palate. Otoya stirred, and the washcloth fell off. Otoya squinted, the overhead light was turned on.
"Fujima-" Firm pressure against his lips again, and the tongue. Otoya let his eyes close when he kissed back. Fujimaru must be more riled up than Otoya had thought, they had not kissed like this since Fujimaru had hooked up with Aoi.
Wait. Aoi.
Opening his eyes again Otoya pressed his hands against Fujimaru's shoulders to push him off… and realized halfway through the action that the man kissing him was not Fujimaru. Was not Fujimaru at all. Otoya shoved the man off and threw himself off the couch. His bow was in the other room, and that was the only weapon he had, though Otoya was sure his kitchen knives would do in a pinch.
"J!"
J smiled his cat-ate-the-canary smile and licked his lips. "If I had known you and Falcon were involved, I might have struck sooner, little brother."
Otoya glanced between J and the door. He doubted that J would do something like try to infect him with Bloody X with a kiss, J was not Orihara Maya. Still, the fact that J was kissing him… oh god, J was in his apartment. J knew where they all were. He probably knew about the party… Otoya had to get out of there. Otoya judged the distance between him, J, and the door.
Strong arms grabbed Otoya from behind and pulled him back, a thick arm wrapping around Otoya's throat and squeezing.
"Don't worry little brother." J said while he watched Otoya struggle. "By the time you wake up your headache will be all gone."
Otoya left the Takagi's apartment and headed down the hall to his own. When high school ended Fujimaru and Haruka had decided to sell the house they were in and move into a smaller space. Otoya was sure that at that point the bad memories of the house (the number of times it had been invaded, by police, by terrorists) had overpowered the good (their memories of their mother, their father, memories of their childhood) and the Takagi's had decided to move into an apartment. Otoya had been living on his own since halfway through high school. He had not been able to stand living in his grandfather's house anymore. (His grandfather refused to stop paying rent on the apartment though, even though Otoya now had a job that could cover it.) Luckily one of the apartment's in his building had just opened up… though Takagi had probably known that ahead of time. So Takagi moved in, and they had become neighbors. It meant that despite Fujimaru and Otoya going to different universities, and Haruka going to high school still, they saw a lot of each other.
Otoya sighed. He could still hear the noise of the party, the music, the laughter, the chatter. It was muffled though, significantly muffled. Closing the door behind him Otoya did not bother to lock it. Fujimaru would probably check on him later, or Haruka would. Since Otoya doubted his headache would be gone by then…
Otoya got a washcloth from the bathroom and wet it. He avoided looking at his face in the mirror while doing so. Classes had been tough this time around, and exams more so. While Fujimaru seemed to breeze through his own classes Otoya found himself struggling with a double major in Political Science and International Relations. This week's exams had been extremely trying on him, and he was just… tired. Too tired to party the end of the semester. Otoya turned off the bathroom light before walking back into his living room and lying down on the cough. Laying the cold washcloth over his eyes and forehead he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
…it never occurred to him that maybe his tiredness was caused by some outside source…
Softness, the lightest brushes of lips against his were what started Otoya on the path to wakefulness. Then firmer brushes, pressure, a tongue slipping in between his and stroking along his palate. Otoya stirred, and the washcloth fell off. Otoya squinted, the overhead light was turned on.
"Fujima-" Firm pressure against his lips again, and the tongue. Otoya let his eyes close when he kissed back. Fujimaru must be more riled up than Otoya had thought, they had not kissed like this since Fujimaru had hooked up with Aoi.
Wait. Aoi.
Opening his eyes again Otoya pressed his hands against Fujimaru's shoulders to push him off… and realized halfway through the action that the man kissing him was not Fujimaru. Was not Fujimaru at all. Otoya shoved the man off and threw himself off the couch. His bow was in the other room, and that was the only weapon he had, though Otoya was sure his kitchen knives would do in a pinch.
"J!"
J smiled his cat-ate-the-canary smile and licked his lips. "If I had known you and Falcon were involved, I might have struck sooner, little brother."
Otoya glanced between J and the door. He doubted that J would do something like try to infect him with Bloody X with a kiss, J was not Orihara Maya. Still, the fact that J was kissing him… oh god, J was in his apartment. J knew where they all were. He probably knew about the party… Otoya had to get out of there. Otoya judged the distance between him, J, and the door.
Strong arms grabbed Otoya from behind and pulled him back, a thick arm wrapping around Otoya's throat and squeezing.
"Don't worry little brother." J said while he watched Otoya struggle. "By the time you wake up your headache will be all gone."
