Seven years earlier.
“Drive me home.”
“Yes, sir.” A 25 year old Takayuki is working as a chauffeur for a certain high ranking politician. Day in and day out, all he does is drive the politician to shady dealings here and pick him up from meetings there. It’s an easy enough job though albeit one that lacks excitement.
When he’s not driving the politician around, he’s just being ordered around to act as a gopher and go pick up dry cleaning or deliveries for the politician or escort a member of his haughty family to places.
He doesn’t necessarily hate the job, he makes good money for easy tasks, but he doesn’t necessarily love it either.
One fateful night, the politician orders him to drive him back home earlier than usual. He usually went back home at around midnight or later from his meetings but on this day he is going back home at 9:00 PM.
He never makes small t
Bang!Minori’s door is slammed in and the politician strolls in arrogantly as if he owns everything in the room, Minori included.“How long do you intend to sustain this personal revolt? I have grown tired of dealing with your whims. Are you trying to starve yourself for a month to prove your love? Don’t be foolish.”“Tell me what you did to Takayuki-san.”“You can’t possibly be in love with him, you’re just deluding yourself. Forget him. Low-class men like him only want young beautiful boys like you for one thing.”“That’s not true.”“It is true. All you are alive for is to bear the Masayoshi family male heirs and for making me a wealthier man. Throw aside everything else that is foolish and unrealistic like your idiotic relationship with this ‘Takayuki’.”The politician’s monologue passes over Minori’s head. He do
Yoshiyuki and Seiji are walking home from their afternoon university classes together. They’ve been dating for four years, since their second year of high school, and have decided to attend the same university and live together.As they are walking to the train station holding hands, they are held up by a group of delinquents. Yoshiyuki can sense trouble brewing in the air and hides Seiji behind him.One of them says to Yoshiyuki while intrusively resting his arm on his shoulder, “Yo, you look like a nice guy, bro. You see, We’re runnin' low on cash this month. How ‘bout helpin' us and lending us some money?”Yoshiyuki slaps his hand off his shoulder. “Leave us alone,” he says in his most menacing voice.“Trying to play the hero
Seiji starts to feel sick a few months after Yoshiyuki’s win but decides to not tell him until he returns from Tokyo. He goes to a hospital after he’s been throwing up the contents of his breakfasts and lunches so as to see what is wrong with his health. The doctor walks back in holding a clipboard after the physical examination and wearing a smileless composure as he spoke to Seiji sitting on the edge of the pristine hospital room’s white bed. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll be happy to hear this news or not but you’re one month pregnant.” “Pregnant?” Seiji’s heart leapt out of joy in his heart, it was harder for a Beta to get pregnant. He grinned from ear to ear at the thought of being pregnant with Yoshiyuki’s child. He rubbed his flat stomach fondly. “Yes. Do you have a mate you would like to share this news with or are you planning to raise it alone?” “Yoshiyuki- my mate- is actually in Tokyo right now for a boxing match. He’ll be b
Five years after the first videotape. The month is June. A five year old Takayuki and his daddy are watching Yoshiyuki who has now grown out a goatee train with the punching bag for his upcoming championship belt match. The goatee suits his face very nicely, accentuating his defined features. He finishes a round and grabs the towel hanging around his neck to wipe away the sweat. Seiji walks up to him and hands him a water bottle. “Your form looks good.” “Coach says I have to maintain my weight before the weigh-in a week from now.” “I know good recipes. Remember to drink a lot of water, too.” Takayuki runs up and interrupts his parents, grasping Seiji’s larger hands in his small ones, upset about being left out and ignored. “Oh sorry, Ta-kun.” Seiji bends down and hugs the small boy in his thin body. Yoshiyuki bends down as well and says playfully, “Hey Ta-kun, wanna practice with papa?” He puts his guard up. Takayuki a
In Takayuki’s office, sitting across from him is a beaten up dirty old man that has been delinquent with his debt payments. When Takayuki stands up from his chair and takes a step toward him, he shuffles backwards and falls down on his ass. He sighs with annoyance and moves in. “This is the third month. I know that you have the money, so what’s taking so long?” He continues shuffling backwards until he can no longer run away with his back against the wall. “I-I need the money because my daughter is getting married,” he stutters hoarsely. “I don’t care. I’m running a business here, you see? Every month that you don’t pay me the money you owe me affects my business. So either pay back everything you owe this month plus interest or your daughter won’t live to see her wedding. Got it?” The old man lets out pathetic whimpers. His body is trembling and his head i
The sound of the shower running lulls Sora, lying on his stomach, to let himself be lifted away into a satiated and calm sleep. Takeo’s phone rings, jolting him back to the conscious world, and he answers almost as naturally as if it were his own phone. “Hello?”Tsuyoshi on the other side of the line notices that his voice is raspy and low.They probably just finished having sex. “Sora-yan, sorry to bother you this late but is Takeo there?”“Oh it’s you, Yoshin. He’s in the shower right now. Do you want me to tell him to call you back?” But that won’t be necessary, Takeo steps fresh out of the shower with hot steam rolling off his body and a towel wrapped around his waist, drinking a bottle of water.“I heard my phone ringing. Who is it?”“Here, it’s Yoshin. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair properly.” Sora dries his hair
Azuma and Sora are eating in the school cafeteria when Sora points out something that has been playing on his mind for awhile now, “Azu-man, did you change your body wash or something?”Azuma finishes eating before speaking, “No. Why do you ask?”“You haven’t noticed it yourself? Your scent is different. When was the last time you had your heat?”Takeo and Tsuyoshi are walking toward the group headquarters, Tsuyoshi has been shaking all day for reasons apart from the panic attacks or the weather. Takeo is too indulged in eating his bar of chocolate to care though.“T-Takeo, you love me, right?” He’s noticeably sweating and keeps checking his back anxiously.“Sure, I guess.”“You would take a bullet for me, right? Or say, presumably, a well-deserved stabbing?”He has to stop to think about what this is leading to, “Did you do something worth getti
Takayuki wakes up at the crack of a pale blue dawn and flips the sleeping figure nuzzled up on his chest over to face him, admiring the exquisite contours of his sculpted profile. He spends his mornings in this lazy relaxed way on a daily basis, just drinking in his beauty til his cup overflows. 20, 21, 22, 23… Minori covers his face. “You’re awake? Come on, let me finish counting them.” He turns the other way, amplifying the Alpha's persistence in having him remove his hands to resume his count.Minori groans and gets out of the bed, cooling his side of the firm mattress. He heads over to the bathroom down the hall and stares at his reflection. He doesn’t notice Takayuki enter until he hugs him from behind and rests his head on his shoulder as he is wont to do on a normal occasion, staring hard at him through the mirror on the wall. 24, 25, 26, 27… The hands hide his insecurity again.“I can never finish,” he weaves his fingers with Minori’s to lower his defenses, “Do you hate being