Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Coming Home	By : SujiChan Category: Dir en grey > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do not know Dir en grey. This is just a work of fiction to entertain. I make no money off of it.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
It was the evening meal, and we sat eating. It was one of those rare quiet moments. Die kept glancing at me, and it was starting to annoy me. Finally he spoke. "You still afraid of spiders?"
Remembering how he'd toss insects at me to scare me I leapt up. "Take it off, Daisuke!" He stood, and I began to smack his arms. "Take it off!" I was going to go on a real freak any second now. I hated insects, but spiders scared the living daylights right out of me.
Laughing he caught my arms and held me steady, our bodies just touching. "I never said you had one on you. I only asked if..."
My fist shot out, and as he reeled back to fall sitting in his seat I stormed off, mumbling angrily and trying to not curse. Toshiya shook his head, his lips twitching. "When will you learn?"
"Not bad. She has a nice jab," Kyo nodded.
Kaoru and Shinya were laughing softly. Die tilted his head back, blinking to clear his vision. "Shut up and get me a towel. I think I'm bleeding." There were more and louder snickers to that.
Mama stood up to get a tea towel, and Papa chuckled admiringly. "Suji-chan hasn't changed!" He was glad of that. He had feared that America would have changed me.
"Why must you provoke her?" Mama asked, grabbing his chin angrily and dabbing a little too hard at his nose with the towel. "Always you did that." Beneath her 'gentle' ministrations her son winced and tried to pull away, but she held on tighter.
The other boys grinned, and their eyes were lit up in delight. Mama had been thrilled to finally have a girl. She'd had four boys, and the twins were a blessing because though there had still been a boy he'd been a gentle one whereas his older brothers had all been rough and ready for a fight. She'd decided long ago that if they were tough enough to fight they were tough enough to put up with some angry ministrations. Which was why, today, they all kept bags of emergency supplies and clothes in Papa's shed. Even Papa kept some there. Each bag carefully hidden from Mama so none would have to go into the house and be seen by her after a fight or injury. If they entered changed out of bloody clothes and with bandages on she would simply snort, comment that someday a wound would fester and kill them, and leave them alone. But go in bleeding? She hadn't survived raising five boys by being gentle and squeamish.
"Didn't you teach her to fight?" Toshiya glanced at Kaoru.
Kaoru nodded. "Hai, I taught her and Saika. They needed to learn how to hurt boys who tried anything with them."
"You taught them well. Die was bleeding back then too," Kyo teased. "He bled often then."
"Fu..." Die's retort was stilled by Mama yanking his head back towards her and jabbing harder at his bleeding nose. His eyes watered, and he grunted at the pain.
....................................
I was startled at the good condition of the old place. No peeling paint, well tended gardens and lawns, and no broken windows. It was as if we'd never moved. Even now, standing outside, I could feel the flood of memories. I could almost hear the voices of children, their laughter and shouts, and hear the low mumble of my parents' voices as they talked. Never loud enough for me to know what they were saying, but enough to know that they were talking. It had been rare for me to hear them shout or argue.
I had loved this house. Like Saika's house, it was on a corner. Two corners, side by side. If I sat at my bedroom window I could see out into their back yard and garden where the two Sakura trees stood. I would sit at my window in the spring, early in the morning, and be dazzled by the colorful blooms that would fill the trees. So many of them the branches would be dripping and drooping with them. White with pale pink. Cream with a slighter darker pink. No wonder the flowering of Sakura was a celebrated event in Japan. In the USA they were simply known as cherry trees, and not celebrated. In Japan the blooms were in paintings, on kimono, hair decorations, and even in song.
Using the key I had with me I unlocked the front door, and entered. The house was so still it was as if it slumbered, and waited. I glanced at the furniture covered with dust sheets, at the bare spots on the walls where scrolls and paintings and framed photos had once hung, and at the dust covered floor... which had footsteps trailing through the house. Of course, my parents must have asked Saika's to occasionally come in to make certain all was well.
I began by opening windows. The house needed to be aired. Then I began to pull the sheets off the furniture. Dust rose, and I coughed and frantically waved my hands before me to dispel it. I found our old broom and a dustpan in the small closet in the kitchen, and after using a rag to dust, and another as a mask to stop inhaling all the dust, I swept. I had worked my way upstairs, just dusting and sweeping, when I entered my old room.
Memories rushed at me. My father had come from a very traditional family, and we had much of the traditional furnishings. The low tables, the futons on the floor, and the shower separate from the tub because the shower was for washing but the tub for relaxing and soaking and not for washing. But my mother had not come from such a traditional family. We had a dining room with a real table and chairs, I had a real bed, and I had been allowed to play with Shinya, who was not female. Had both my parents been traditionalists it would not have been proper to have a boy as a playmate. I also had taken karate for a few years, and Saika's mom had taught me piano and bass. I'd asked to learn the bass because Toshiya played it, and she'd agreed so long as I learned piano as my father had requested. I had agreed.
I went to the window, with the built in bench, and looked out. It seemed like yesterday when our moving day had come. Most of our important things had gone days before. The furniture would remain, and the house be locked up. I'd woken up, after a long night of tossing and turning in anguish, and realized what day it was. With a cry I'd leapt out of bed, in my nightshirt, and run to Saika's. No one had been there except for Toshiya. In despair I'd thrown myself into his arms, and sobbed, begging him to hide me. He'd been tense and awkward, and when his family had entered he'd gladly let his mother take me, and he'd left. I was returned home, and after dressing I found Shinya and asked him to run away with me and marry me. If I was married to him my family could not force me to leave! But he'd been patient, and told me we were too young, and our parents could still separate us, and even if we did run off and hide he was too young to get a job and support us.
An hour later my parents put me in the company car, and I sobbed as we drove off. I had stared at our house and at Saika and Shinya who had remained outside to wave goodbye until I could no longer see them.
"So are you hiding from Die, or did you really do cleaning?"
I squeaked, startled. "Shinya-kun!"
He entered, and came to stand beside me at the window. "Do you remember how we had colored cardboard that we used as a code? Big enough to fill the bottom window so we could see it. Red meant it was important and to hurry over. Green meant we met at our secret place, and blue meant to meet outside."
"Orange was asking if we could come over," I laughed. "Oh God, I had forgotten about that!"
"Oh, wait, didn't we have one that said Toshiya was home so come over?" he asked.
I blushed darkly. "Hai, it was pale purple or something like that."
He was pouring the tea, and I began to dish out the sticky rice into two little bowls, and set meat and veggies in two little plates. "Why aren't you married, Shinya-kun?"
Blushing he shrugged, not looking up as he slid our chopsticks out of little cloth wraps. "Why aren't you married?"
I sighed heavily. "I don't much care for American men." I lifted my chopsticks, and bowed over the food, mumbling, "itadakimasu."
"Itadakimasu," Shinya repeated, also bowing with chopsticks cradled between both hands.
I sighed, and with my chopsticks grabbed some meat and lay it upon my rice, now taking some of both up. "I never even dated much. No one seemed... right." They hadn't been Toshiya. "You?"
He blushed again. "No one seemed right. Besides, I'm the baby boy in the family. I don't have to rush. Though I'm wondering if the others will ever marry. They seem to enjoy running around too much."
"They always did," I snorted. I toyed with my food some. "Remember when we learned to kiss with each other?"
He nodded, but still would not look up. "Hai. You remember when Die tricked you into kissing him, and you taught me how to kiss like that after?"
"It was strange at first," I laughed.
He chuckled. "Because Saika watched us to learn how. When she left us alone it came more naturally."
We slowly ate in silence a moment. "Do you remember our pact?"
He peered up quickly, and then blushed crimson and ate faster. "Hmm."
"Have you ever... been with anyone?" I dared to ask, blushing. I peeked at him to find he'd stopped chewing, and was staring at me, his face hot. "I... I haven't. I..."
"Iie," he whispered. "Not really. I mean... almost, but... I dated, and almost did, but I had to stop. It didn't feel right." It was the most talking he'd done at one time.
I hurried to eat once more. "I know what you mean." I nodded. "It never felt right. They weren't... the right person." To change the subject I shrugged. "I really thought you'd all be married by now."
He shook his head. "Iie. No rush."
.............................................
I woke with a start, and blinked as I tried to focus on someone who sat on the edge of the bed beside me. "Ohayoo," I mumbled, stretching.
"Ohayoo," he nodded, grinning. "You were having a dream. About Shinya. You were telling him, 'Iie, like this here, Shin-kun!'"
I flushed, remembering now what the dream had been about. Teaching Shinya how to kiss using his tongue. I actually felt a shiver of hot excitement remembering those wet kisses. "Did you come in here to listen to me talk in my sleep?" I grumbled.
He chuckled. "Iie, but now I'll be very curious about what Shinya was doing in your dream."
I sat up, frustrated with quite a few of the males in this family. "I was dreaming about when Shinya-kun and I learned to kiss together when we were younger."
"Ah, hai, Shinya took a lot of pleasure telling Die how you gargled after his kiss, and then taught him how to use his tongue." He stood. "Mama says eat now or starve. Or better yet she'll get us to hold you down and force feed you. Kyo said you'd love having Toshiya do that. He's now cleaning up because Toshiya threw his food at him. So did Die."
"Kaoru-san?"
"Hai?"
"Get out before I hurt you."
Laughing he got up. "Hai."
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Coming Home