Gift fic for yamachiiislove


Title : The Broken Glass
Pairing/Fandom : Yabu Kota x Inoo Kei / Hey!Say!JUMP
Rating: NC-17
Warning : super long oneshot
Summary: as written in sign up post comment segment
Notes: I tried to mix all the prompts I got up together into one fanfic, that’s why it’s kinda long. And since it’s been so long since the last time I wrote a proper fanfic, I find this still kind of messy. I hope it’s not that bad, and not that boring X(




“Now that Inoo Kei had fallen even deeper, it was all, maybe, just maybe, Yabu Kota’s fault.”


The Broken Glass
– one shot –





Everything shattered into pieces and it was all, maybe, just maybe, Yabu Kota’s fault.

It was unintended, Yabu could swear; the day the accident happened. The party their university held to welcome new students, in a huge ballroom with three stories, turned into a nightmare just in a blink of an eye. All the happy crowd, all the bells and whistles turned into screams and shrieks of horror as the sound of plates and glasses flying and a tough-looking black, long table broken into two, caught by the attendants’ ears, the terrifying sound louder than the classical music played in the background. All were panicked, all the authorities attending the party yelled at each other, demanding anyone to immediately call an ambulance.

And Yabu could only watch it from the balcony of the second floor. His hands gripping the broken glass railing and his body drenched with cold-sweat. Yabu’s eyes were focused on his, on Inoo Kei’s, who lied in between the broken table on the first floor with his left foot bent, and his blood flowing like a spring from the back of his head, his nose, and his mouth, making a pond of crimson red on the floor. Inoo could no longer open his eyes yet he still dared glaring at Yabu, the prime suspect, the one who had pushed him off of the second floor, the one who were killing him.





“I didn’t do it on purpose, dammit, it was an accident!” Yabu punched a wall on the back of their campus building, creating a hollow on the concrete, anger evident in his two brown orbs. He was facing a threat of drop out from his university’s president, though he himself had never expected the accident to happen. Neither had he ever expected his fury would win over him and him ended up pushing his prime enemy off of the second floor. “Thus it’s his own fault that he fell.”

It had been days, they had heard that Inoo somehow survived from the fall.

Nonetheless, the tall brunette couldn’t wash off the image of Inoo Kei bathing in a sea of blood, couldn’t stop thinking how Inoo stared at him before he closed his eyes that day, couldn’t stop imagining how painful it had been, losing so much blood, breaking many bones inside. A feeling of guilt was bubbling in Yabu’s chest. But Inoo was an asshole; he had been the one showering Yabu with suffer ever since the day they laid their eyes on each other few years aback. The younger’s mouth was so dirty and his behavior sly and petty, that if only it weren’t an accident, Yabu would have believed that Inoo did it on purpose, to kick Yabu away and bring the older to his ruin.

Now that Yabu’s facing a drop out, he couldn’t stop imagining Inoo grimacing in victory on his hospital bed.

“He’s still in comatose, Yabu.” Takaki warned in a rather calm tone, crossing his arms on his chest, and Yabu dropped his eyes onto the ground. “I know the war between you two has been going since forever. Bu he’s almost dead, you know. You might want to see him and apologize.”

No, it wasn’t that simple.

You just couldn’t go to your enemy and apologize.

“I’ve sworn to myself I’ll never forgive him.” Yabu said coldly, his sharp eyes reflecting anger and hatred. Before walking away, he punched the wall one more time. “And I will never seek for his forgiveness either.”

He didn’t realize, however, that there was hesitancy in his voice.



*-*-*-*-*



When he woke up, he couldn’t stop wishing that he’d just died.

Inoo Kei was informed that he’d been sleeping for a whole two months after the incident. Two months of not knowing what happened with the world, two months of not attending school like he used to, and people came to him to inform him enormous bad news almost all at once. His doctor said he had a few broken ribs and other bones, yet tried to cheer him up while, on the contrary, saying that he wouldn’t be able to use his left foot ‘for a mean time’. His father came to him to tell him that his dearest mother had died of cancer. Inoo knew his mother wouldn’t last long, for way before Yabu pushed him off of the balcony, her mother had had it acute. But to be on a wheelchair for an indefinite time, without his mother by his side, it was beyond his expectation. It was like death should have been a better option.

He couldn’t, nonetheless, protest nor complain. Playing tough like he always did, Inoo kept silent and watched his world rotating like nothing happened. Yet days and weeks passed, and although he’s becoming healthier, nobody had ever visited him in his hospital room. The fresh flowers on his nightstand came from nobody but his father. On his bed he realized, that all he did in his life was nothing but putting misery onto people, and in exchange to this, he had no friends. And he remembered Yabu, the one pushing him off with anger flashing in his red eyes. Inoo then realized the guy didn’t even bother to come visit Inoo in the hospital. He didn’t bother to apologize, and Inoo could do nothing. Yabu hated him to the core. Here he was confused, because he’s lonely.

One day Inoo’s father brought a woman to the hospital, and the old man introduced her as Inoo’s soon to be stepmother. The woman had a pair of wide eyes and a grin like a witch, her long hair ivory black, her make up thick, and she smelled of expensive perfume.

“I suppose she could help you go through your healing phase. She can help us, Kei.” Inoo’s father reasoned to him, and the woman smiled so bright, blinding like a sun so close to him. But Inoo knew better; his father was saying bullshit. The old man had been cheating on his mother with this woman for a long time, because the young boy had already caught his father in such action for a couple of times.





It was karma’s doing, as Inoo believed. After his father’s remarriage a month later, Inoo was completely abandoned, going through his therapy to heal his feet all alone in the hospital. His progress was very slow and the doctors and therapists almost gave up on him, for they reputed that Inoo didn’t have his own motivation to get better. How could he have such motivation, when his father had entirely forgotten his own son’s very existence, and nobody had ever told him words of courage?

He should have been good towards Yabu Kota in the first place. He should have just told the older male that he liked him, instead of torturing him and making him suffer like he had always done, and he should have been able to avoid making the man of his dream loathing him for life. But who was he kidding, Yabu was a perfect creature; a loving young male with bright, gorgeous mega-watt smile and a good heart. It’s just that, unfortunately, all of Yabu’s affectionate behavior wasn’t made for him. Why, of all people in the world, would he fall in love with Yabu?

“I’m sorry, Inoo-san, but your father,” A doctor came to him on another bright day after he finished his therapy. The doctor’s face was all wrinkled and sad, and that was when Inoo realized how karma hated him as much as Yabu did. “He was involved in a fatal accident, but we’ve done our best to save him.”

And aside from the intense and painful throb on his left ankle, Inoo could not feel anything, anything at all in his heart, not even a beat in his chest. Silence was all he could embrace. He was becoming numb, like he’s a soulless creature, walking in a sand dune aimlessly.

Maybe, just maybe, death was indeed a better option.



*-*-*-*-*



Yabu heard the news of the death of Inoo’s father from a friend in their class. It was as well for the first time he heard that Inoo’s mother had died prior due to poor health. The thing should have nothing to do with him, but Yabu’s heart raced like he’d been running endlessly, like he’s the one hitting Inoo’s father with his car. But Inoo was still hospitalized, wasn’t he? Wait, everything would turn out different if only he hadn’t pushed Inoo off of that second floor balcony of the ballroom hall, wouldn’t it?

But it couldn’t be his fault, right?

“When’s the funeral?”

“Today.” Arioka answered, hitching because Yabu squeezed hard the smaller male’s upper arms like there’s no tomorrow.

Yabu didn’t know what drove him, what brought him ideas to attend the funeral of Inoo’s father that certain gloomy, cloudy day, but he just thought that he’s obliged to. It was half a year since the last time Yabu saw Inoo at the party, the day he fell off that damned balcony. He never wanted to see Inoo Kei again in his life, but hearing that now Inoo’s an orphan made him very sad, if not angry. He should have apologized long ago, should have given Inoo his company during his tough recovery, but he never did; never, because all he had in his mind was hatred towards the other male. Hearing all Inoo’s misery, however, almost made him crazy. And he just couldn’t imagine Inoo’s expression during the cremation of his father.

But the tall brunette didn’t find Inoo anywhere at the cemetery. He couldn’t find Inoo’s pale skin among black dresses surrounding a certain gravestone with Inoo’s kanji written on it. Why wouldn’t he be there? Yabu wondered to himself. Did he not love his father? No, Yabu shrugged the thought off of his head. He knew for Inoo, his parents meant everything to the younger male, because if not so, then he wouldn’t brag about his parents almost all the time during their youth.

There just must be something wrong.

There must be.

With curiosity and mixed feeling, Yabu ran to the hospital Inoo was supposed to be hospitalized. He didn’t know where Inoo’s room was, heck, he had never visited the younger before, so he asked the nurse on the reception desk about it. But the answer he got made his eyes grew wide in surprise. He was perplexed and frozen in place because of what the nurse said to him.

“Inoo Kei-san has been taken home by his family. His mother insisted that she wanted to take care of Inoo Kei-san by herself.”

Which mother? Didn’t she die already? Why? How could it be? Why would he care?

Questions were bubbling inside of Yabu and he just couldn’t ignore it. He wanted to overlook his curiosity; wanted so bad to just not care about Inoo’s being at all. But something felt off and he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to, but this thing which dominated himself just couldn’t stop his feet from running to Inoo’s residence. And curiosity killed the cat; he regretted it all at once when his feet finally brought him to the front gate of the huge mansion.

There he saw Inoo, a lone figure sitting on a wheelchair, his left foot still covered with white gyps, his body facing the front door of his mansion. Yabu couldn’t see his face so he didn’t know what the younger male was feeling at the moment. But the poor male looked lifeless; he was staring down at the green grass on the ground in a dead silence, and it seemed like he’s been there for hours yet nobody came approaching him.

And honestly, it broke Yabu’s heart.



*-*-*-*-*



“You useless, invalid creature!” Inoo couldn’t talk back to his stepmother nor could he react when she threw her food onto him. The tomato soup drenched his face, the reddish spaghetti littered his upper body, making his other shirts dirty. It felt like nothing but a déjà vu, because, hell, he had done exactly like this to Yabu, at their school, few years prior. “I wish you’d just die and I can live here with peace instead of taking care of a limp like you! God, if not because of your father’s inheritance I might have killed you now! Such a nuisance.”

“You should just do that,” Her oldest son said coldly. “Look at him, he’s disgusting!”

“Mom, he stinks! I can’t stand him anymore!” Her youngest child complained.

“See? My children don’t like you. Now be gone! Your existence is a pain in my eyes!” She yelled, hatred evidence in her tone.

Being helpless as he was, Inoo spun the wheels of his wheelchair and immediately went to his room, which was actually not his. His original room on the second floor had been sabotaged by his stepmother’s first son, and now he’s left with a smaller room in the first floor. She was still good enough not to put him inside a storeroom, and it was the only thing Inoo was grateful about. He was kept alive by such a spendthrift stepmother because of his father’s testament; which said all of his inheritance went to Inoo Kei and Inoo Kei alone. But his house didn’t feel like his house anymore since he came home forcefully a month ago. And though he wanted to run away, he couldn’t, for his left foot did not want to cooperate.

Committing suicide was in his list of getting away, but could he really end his life himself?

Inoo was mad.

He was angry.

“Why didn’t you kill me back then, Yabu?”



*-*-*-*-*



Because it was unintended.

Yabu felt guilty like he’d never been before, after, again, leaving Inoo all by himself in his misery. He should have gone there and cheer Inoo up. He should have said that he’s there for him, even when nobody else was. But, God, he deserved that! He deserved to be treated like a piece of trash because that was what he had done to everyone! But the more Yabu thought about it, the more he wondered whether Inoo did deserve all the pain he’d suffer after the fall.

And Yabu ended up wondering, if he ever hated Inoo Kei in the first place.

A white lily on a hand and Yabu decided to finally gave Inoo a drop in. Seven months, and Yabu finally dared himself to finally see his enemy, because it was all his fault after all, or so he thought. He went to Inoo’s residence alone, stopping at the white front door and pushing the intercom to inform his arrival. Yet nobody answered the call, not until his fourth attempt after 15 minutes of waiting. The door suddenly made a click sound, yet still nobody opened it for him. It was unlocked from afar, and it was, obviously, an invitation for Yabu to come inside by himself.

He had never been to Inoo’s house before. And as expected of one of the richest students since high school, the interior of the house was extravagant and unbelievable. But the inside was strangely empty. The air was eerie and dark, as if the deads also resided there.

“Inoo,” Yabu tried to call, but no answer. He walked deeper into the mansion, finding himself swallowed by the silence and hollowness of it. It felt like he was sucked into a black hole, and he was suffocated. Still, he tried to look for Inoo’s figure. “I come to apologize.” He said, as if stating the obvious.

There was an inviting hallway to God knows where, in which Yabu felt the urge to explore. At first he was hesitant, but in the end he turned his heels anyway and walked like his heart ordered him to. And there, under the intercom button, he saw Inoo sitting on his wheelchair, all alone in this big house of his. He stared at Yabu with his blank eyes, but Yabu could sense all the sadness in the range between the spots they were standing.

And Yabu didn’t know what to do.

“Hey,”

“Why are you here?”

“I—I come to, ugh—to apologize.” Yabu repeated, a little stuttering, a little nervous. He was quite sure that Inoo didn’t hear it when he first said it on the living room. He approached Inoo who didn’t even flinch in his chair, and kneeled, handing the younger the white lily he’d been holding. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

Inoo was hesitant at first, but he took the flower anyway.

“How sweet. But I suppose it’s too late to say that?” Inoo talked back, and his vulnerability betrayed his cold tone.

There was a pause, an awkward silence for it’s been so long since the day they laid eyes on each other. But Yabu couldn’t get mad, couldn’t talk back angrily like he always did, whenever Inoo tried to insult him. Somehow, staring at Inoo at the moment, it was a miracle that he found a peace of mind.

Maybe Inoo wasn’t as asshole as Yabu had been thinking.

“How’s your leg?”

“Terrible.”

Unknown to each other, they crept a small smile to themselves.





Yabu realized something was very wrong the time he’s chased away by a woman who claimed to be Inoo’s mother, oh-so-subtly. Yabu had been coming to Inoo’s residence from the front door like a good visitor, just like he had done a day before, and yet the woman in bright red lipstick welcomed him a little unfriendly, without letting the tall brunette went inside the house.

“Kei-chan is not here,” The woman said, her wide eyes bright and her eyebrows knitted a little, trying to look as innocent as possible. But Yabu knew better; the woman was lying, so he played along. “Since the day he’s recharged from the hospital, he’s been doing his best to recover at his grandfather’s house. It’s in the countryside, and Kei-chan said he doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

Of course Yabu didn’t believe her. Something was fishy and he could sense it. So he silently went around Inoo’s mansion and tried to find Inoo’s room, by peeking on every window available. But Inoo’s mansion was huge, even big enough to be a luxurious hotel, and Yabu almost wanted to give up until he found a window on the most corner. The curtain was only closed by half, and Yabu could see perfectly its inside; queen sized bed, huge mirror, a little Victorian, western styled bedroom. And there he saw Inoo sitting on his wheelchair unmoving, again, his eyes staring blankly at the floor. It was a wrenching sight for Yabu, so that he couldn’t help himself but knocking on the closed window.

Inoo turned his head when he heard the knock. Though Yabu missed the sight, but Inoo’s eyes sparkled for a second as he saw the taller male was waiting outside, white lily on his left hand.

The invalid then spun his wheelchair, approaching the window and opened it up. Yabu immediately rested his arms on the window’s frame, looking up at Inoo Kei, grinning like nothing had ever happened between the two.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“That is my question. Your mother said you were away.”

Inoo wanted to lie. He wanted to make fun of his life but he couldn’t, and that moment, he ended up telling Yabu all that his stepmother had done to him.

He was sad, he was frustrated, he was irritated to the bone. But even when he wanted to cry, he didn’t, hell, he just couldn’t. Though he didn’t even try holding back his tears from flowing, all that came out was a sequence of dry breath. Because, really, he just couldn’t feel anymore. Except for his touching sense, because slowly he became aware that Yabu was there beside him all the time.





“How long have you been wearing this—the gyps?”

“Ever since I woke up from coma.”

“It’s not good, Kei. It might deteriorate your foot, or—I don’t know, something even worse? You should just take it off.”

“And what would I do after that?”

“…Try walking.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you want to walk? I’ll bring you an elbow crutch next time.”

And Inoo stared at Yabu for a long time, surprised that of all people in the world, it was Yabu who gave him courage to use his feet again.

Yabu had been a regular visitor to Inoo’s house, though since the day Inoo’s mother shooed him away, he had never even once came from the front door. Everytime, and by everytime it means every single day by now, whenever he dropped in on the mansion, he would immediately go around the building and knocked on Inoo’s window, trying to be as silent as possible for he didn’t want the witch to find out. Inoo would open it for him, and the older of the two would sneak into the bedroom as if sneaking into your enemy’s room were the most normal thing. Yet neither of them minded it; none of them complained about each other’s company. Their relationship was developing, and Inoo started to feel okay with the world. He started to feel more, started to smile more, all because Yabu was there by his side.

Now that Yabu’s motivating him to walk again, he realized that his flesh was still alive, that his blood was still flowing.



*-*-*-*-*



Yabu began doubting himself one day, as he sat on Inoo’s bed, staring at the door to Inoo’s bedroom. The younger of the two had promised to come back as soon as he finished showering, and they had made a plan to break off the gypsum Inoo had worn for so long afterward. But this was unexpected, Yabu thought to himself. Being inside Inoo’s bedroom alone was unexpected; never in his life he imagined having such close approximity either physically or mentally with Inoo Kei, and he almost believed Inoo did the same. They were still two enemies a year aback, with Yabu always felt disgusted everytime Inoo was around and vice versa. As a matter of fact, he’d been watching Inoo for so long, at school, outside school, looking for the younger’s weaknesses, looking for something to insult. But today, as he watched Inoo came into the room, spinning his wheelchair, approaching him a length after another, Yabu doubted himself. What if his attempt a year ago wasn’t actually based on pure hatred?

And…

Has Inoo always been this beautiful?

Being the stronger and healthier one, Yabu helped Inoo sat on his bed. He then kneeled down in front of Inoo, tilting up his head to see the beautiful young male in the eye.

“Ready?”

Inoo nodded, a little hesitantly. He let Yabu broke off the gypsum, revealing his left leg which was much paler than his skin had already been. The leg looked like a new flesh which came out of a cocoon, and the color, the smell, and the mushy shape were all quite terrifying. Inoo felt all the pain and throb came back together and he grimaced, winching and almost shrieking when Yabu touched its surface with his left hand. The older immediately took a wet towel, and gently, carefully, lovingly rubbed Inoo’s leg, cleaning it from all the dirt.

An hour or so, although it’s still there, the pain was decreasing. Yabu sat next to Inoo on the bed, and the both of them gazed at Inoo’s now freed left leg. Inoo still couldn’t move it even for an inch, but the feeling of freedom was intense and wonderful, and he was happy.

“Thanks, Kota.” Inoo said, turning his face to Yabu to his left. His grin was wide from ear to ear, his eyes sparkled with fireflies and his face glowing, and Yabu froze.

He might not be using his brain, might not listen to it blabbering about how he used to hate Inoo. But eventually Yabu caught Inoo’s smile with his thumb as his right palm cupped Inoo’s left cheek. Slowly, he leaned closer to Inoo’s face, closing his eyelids, and as he let his thumb go off of those plump lips, he replaced it with his own pair of thinner ones. He could sense his heart beating like mad in his chest, his body temperature rising like a rocket to the sky. A kiss, a brief, frozen kiss, with none of them moving their lips, but was worth of their years knowing each other.

Yabu could feel Inoo’s exhale as they parted. When he pressed his forehead against Inoo’s, he could see Inoo’s face had turned five shades redder than usual. There was no sign of struggle, no sign of rejection from Inoo’s side. The younger leaned even closer to Yabu, and Yabu chuckled.

It was mutual.

It was okay to go on.

The older of the two leaned in again to kiss Inoo’s lips for the second time. And this time, at this very moment, the world seemed like it had stopped rotating altogether, because Inoo moved his lips, and kissed Yabu in return. And oh how the kiss felt good. It felt right in all aspects possible, and Yabu started pinning Inoo down on his mattress. Without complain, Inoo hugged Yabu tight, letting the taller brunette showering him with butterfly kisses, on his cheeks, forehead, temple, nose bridge, nose tip, back to his lips, and his collarbone. Inoo flinched a little when Yabu bit the base of his neck, his eyes fluttering shut because it felt so good.

Clothes were taken off but never did they let go of each other. When the two of them were bare and proud on all their glory, Yabu straddled Inoo’s legs. He made sure to hold Inoo’s left leg properly for the sake of not hurting him more than he would be. Fingers were entered into Inoo’s body and Inoo’s back arched beautifully, because that beautiful spot inside of him was hit repeatedly and Inoo moaned in bliss. He started moving in a rhythm with Yabu’s fingers, before Yabu realized he was close and stopped it all altogether, chuckling when Inoo whined for the lost contact.

But it wasn’t over yet. Yabu kissed Inoo again on the lips as he positioned the younger’s thighs between his hips. And slowly, so painfully slowly, he entered himself into Inoo’s body, adjusting their fleshes together. It felt like Inoo was swallowing all of him, and Yabu found his heaven inside that tight entrance, like it was his and only his all along. He groaned and pushed deeper, sweat started covering his forehead but he didn’t mind. Leaning to kiss Inoo’s lips to lessen the pain, Yabu started to pull himself back almost all the way after Inoo nodded in approval.

The movement was intimate. Yabu pushing in and pulling out his arousal off of Inoo’s opening, and the wonderful feeling grew even more intense for both of them. The older brunette then fastened his pace, hitting and abusing Inoo’s prostate with pleasure, and the usually silent bedroom was now filled with moans and groans of contentment, of ‘oh, God, you feel so good,’ and them calling each other’s first name to the point they were close to the edge.

Until all of a sudden, a bead of tear flowing out of Inoo’s pretty eyes, and Yabu had to stop. This was the first time he saw Inoo cry, and with their position, Yabu didn’t know what to do. The sight of Inoo crying was just enough to break his well-being into pieces.

“Kei, hey, what’s wrong? Did I—” Yabu was concerned, but his worry was cut by Inoo mid-sentence.

“You hated me.” And more tears were streaming down to those flustered cheeks. Inoo began sobbing, and one of his hands was pushing Yabu’s bare chest. “This feels too good, but I know you hate me, I know it by heart!”

Yabu’s eyes grew wide, his mouth slightly agape.

It was true. It was supposed to be true. Yet as terrifying at it was, it wasn’t either. Of all their times together, Yabu had found that he had been blinding himself from the truth; of Inoo’s beauty, his misery, his life. Yabu had been too stubborn that he had become careless of his surroundings. But this was Inoo Kei, this was the one he pushed off of the balcony and suffered from half paralysis. This was still the one smiling at him after his stepmother’s torture, the one who cried only in front of him.

This was Inoo.

And to hell with his promise to himself that he would never forgive Inoo in his life.

Because Inoo had always been special.

“I don’t hate you,” Yabu pushed deep inside Inoo, making the younger of the two moaned in his tears.

Still, Inoo’s eyes were doubtful and hesitant, though a spark of hope was evident inside. He didn’t want to look at Yabu’s face as it somehow felt painful, so he turned his face away to avoid eye contact.

“Then why were you so far away?”

“I’m here—hey, look at me, look at me closely,” Yabu forcefully cupped Inoo’s wet cheeks with both of his calloused palms. He stared down at Inoo’s eyes when they met, and with his sharp, determined, demanding eyes, he tried to console Inoo about his already fixed feeling towards the beautiful young male. There’s no longer doubt in his mind. “Listen to me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here, okay?”

Hearing such beautiful promise, Inoo’s scared tears turned into a contented one. And until their releases, they never parted away from each other’s arms.

“Kota…”

“I care for you, Kei…”

I love you.



*-*-*-*-*



“Who took it off for you?!”

“I took it off myself!”

“Stop lying, you invalid son of a bitch!” The evil woman yanked Inoo’s hair hard while dragging the poor boy on the floor.

Inoo’s stepmother had found him leaning against the wall of his bedroom, standing, with his gyps had taken off. Then she angrily kicked his wheelchair and pushed Inoo hard until he fell to the floor. She was so mad to find out Inoo was trying to be able to walk again, and as half-drunk as she was, she hit Inoo’s head against the concrete wall a few times, until Inoo’s temple bleed. The next thing she did was yanking Inoo’s hair and dragging him out of his bedroom. With her youngest son watching the cruel scene in satisfaction, she proudly sent Inoo to the small and fetid storeroom right under the huge stairs to the second floor, and on top of that, Inoo just couldn’t resist. Hell, he couldn’t even walk properly.

“Stay right here! I’m not going to feed you until you realize what you’re doing!”

The woman then kicked Inoo into the storeroom and immediately locked him inside.

Really, Inoo couldn’t do anything. His head was hurt and spinning after the hit, and his two feet were all scratched. Everything was hurt that he couldn’t dam up his tears anymore. Inside the locked, dark, stuffy storeroom, Inoo sobbed by himself. He cried hard like he never did before, like he wasn’t Inoo Kei that everybody knew. He was beyond vulnerable, and the desire to die came back all the way to his mind.

God, Karma, anyone, stop this torture, just stop, please! I admit I’ve been doing wrong and I’m sorry for all I did to people in the past. Just stop torturing me like this!
Please, please save me, Kota…





Visiting Inoo’s mansion, bringing a pair of elbow crutches for the younger male, Yabu knitted his eyebrows when he didn’t saw anyone in Inoo’s bedroom. Inoo was usually locked inside his room at this certain hour, and he wasn’t allowed to go out of the house by his stepmother either, that was why not finding Inoo in the room, with the door to the room wide open, was strange. Then Yabu saw Inoo’s wheelchair turned upside down and a wall with strange hollow on its lower side, and what surprised him the most was the evidence of darkening blood on the concrete.

Something had just gone terribly wrong and Yabu could sense it.

The tall male could sense that Inoo was in great danger, and most likely, it had something to do with his stepmother. And it was enough to make him mad.

Yabu went straight to the front door and pushed the intercom madly. He knocked on the door like there’s no tomorrow, until it was clicked open, revealing the woman in bright red lipstick. She smiled irritatingly to Yabu, and it made Yabu sick that he wanted to throw up in front of her. But Kei was his priority now. Finding Kei was his prime purpose.

“You again, I’ve told you Kei-chan isn’t he—”

“Stop lying, bitch.” Yabu talked back as he dashed inside the house. He immediately ran into the huge living room and started scanning the whole space. “Kei! Kei, where are you?!”

“What are you talking about? Hey, I don’t permit you to enter my house!” She followed Yabu from behind, panic evident in her face.

“This isn’t your house! This is Kei’s!” Yabu yelled. He did not want to hurt a woman, but this woman was even more evil than any witches in fairy tales.

“You still cannot just brag inside someone else’s property! It’s a crime! I’m calling the police!” In panic she fished her phone out and started typing numbers to call, but then her action was stopped by Yabu’s threat.

“Go on! Call the police as you like! I’m sure Kei’s testimony will send you all to jail forever!”

And the woman froze. She wouldn’t ever suspect nor had ever she expected anyone would find out what she did to Inoo family’s only son.

Suspecting a door under the stairs, Yabu ran to the storeroom and smashed the locked room. There he found Inoo lying on the floor, his blood already dried and his eyes swollen. Yabu’s eyes grew wider at the eerie condition Inoo was in, and without thinking any further, he huddled down next to the limped, helpless figure.

“Kei!”

“…Kota,”

Inoo could still response, although weakly, it was enough to make Yabu relieved.

“Let’s get outta here, okay?” Yabu tried his best to smile, bending down a little to kiss Inoo’s forehead lovingly. He then carried a languid Inoo bridal style in his arms, out of the storeroom, and went straight to the front door. He just had this urge to get Inoo away from this cruel family, far away, because the beautiful, fragile younger male didn’t deserve to be treated that way. “We’re going to sue you, Woman. Just wait and see.”



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The night was short and the wind was warm against their skin. The city light polluted the air and there were no stars to see. However, just like the wind that was becoming comfortable as the clock went by, life, too, was becoming good. In that park they were together, and in that park, under Yabu’s watch, Inoo was trying to stand on his own feet, again.

Inoo started using the elbow crutches Yabu had given him. But really, he had never thought that walking alone could be this hard. He was frustrated because even his right leg sometimes didn’t want to cooperate, and the elbow crutches he’s using hurt his hands very much. His self-loathe came back to him in a blink of an eye, and he couldn’t stop blaming himself for being an invalid in the first place.

And though Yabu was there and they were finally together, he still seemed so far away. His back seemed too unreachable by Inoo’s small hands. His heart and his head hurt in frustration, and he ended up getting angry to himself. Stubborn as he already was, he took off the elbow crutches and threw both of them away, letting his limp feet fell on the ground. He was angry and he wanted to cry, but he simply couldn’t. Tears wouldn’t stream off of his eyes, making his throat hurt and his heart sore.

How useless.

You invalid creature.

In sadness, Inoo tilted down his head deep that he didn’t realize Yabu was huddling down in front of him. He became aware of Yabu’s presence when the older of the two landed his left palm on Inoo’s shoulder. God, Yabu was warm. Inoo wondered how could someone be so warm as if he’s a living heater. The heat was comfortable and Inoo wanted to give in. But this was Inoo Kei. He was stubborn, and sometimes childish.

“Kei—”

“Get away!” Inoo pushed Yabu’s chest with both palm, and Yabu fell down on his butt on the ground. Yabu’s eyes grew wider in surprise, and Inoo wondered if the older realized that he was now all confused but flustered. “Leave me alone…”

A loving smile and a chuckle, and Yabu wrapped Inoo in his arms. A kiss on Inoo’s temple, and Inoo gave in to his warm embrace.

“Never.”

Now that Inoo Kei had fallen even deeper, it was all, maybe, just maybe, Yabu Kota’s fault.






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