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Coming Home	By : SujiChan Category: Dir en grey > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1406 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Saika helped her mom clean up, and then met me downtown for lunch. We sat at Takara-san's. He owned a small restaurant that featured mostly the fresh seafood that came in at the docks where Die worked. We had a small table, and were sipping tea, waiting for our lunch. The day was warm with the promise of more heat and perhaps even rain in the air.

"Ewww, I still can't believe my brothers slept with that slut!" Saika shook her head. "At least my twin has some brains. We do share chromosomes."

I laughed. "What about you? You wrote me about a guy you met in college."

She shrugged. "Oh, that didn't last." She frowned. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find someone to date when you have five brothers who think you should remain a virgin until you die?"

I lifted my cup of tea, and grinned. "But you go to college in Tokyo!"

"Hai, and live with relatives." She pursed her lips. "They report everything to someone in my family who then makes sure all my brothers know!"

I laughed. "How many times have they shown up to scare the guy?"

"Often enough," came a male voice.

Saika and I both gasped, and looked up to see Die. I flushed, and lowered my face, suddenly quite intent on my tea. Saika scowled. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Die sat, and arched a brow at her. "My turn to run get lunch for the guys. And watch the language, little sister." His dark gaze swung to me, but he kept talking to Saika. "And we have a duty to protect your virtue. Someday your husband..."

"I'll never have a damn husband if the five of you keep scaring all the males off! You want me to become a lesbian?" she shot at him. Since his gaze kept moving to me she looked over and frowned. I wouldn't look up, and when I did it was to look out the window, or at anything else but at Die.

Finally he'd had enough. "Look at me." He'd said it so suddenly and so angrily that, startled, I looked at him. It seemed like minutes went by as he stared intently into my eyes, but it was only seconds. I blushed, and broke eye contact. "Totchi's got a big mouth," he grumbled.

I could have snapped at him. I wanted to, but I bit my tongue. Takara-san's mother, a rather bad tempered older woman, brought a bag to the table. She shot Die a glower, and then moved away. Die mumbled something, and stood. "Is every female around in a pissy mood today?"

"It's just you," Saika shot with a grin.

Die barked a humorless laugh, and grabbed the bag. "Be nice, little sister, or I'll tell Akira-kun that you missed him while you were at school."

I choked on a laugh, unable to help myself. Akira-kun was a handsome guy, but strange. He'd developed a mad crush for Saika since we were thirteen and she had developed breasts! He fairly trembled when he was near her, so much so he practically hummed from it! Saika and I often laughed about what would happen if she'd kiss him. Die always joked the guy would never survive any kind of intimacy with Saika, he'd tremble so bad he'd burst into flames and prove spontaneous combustion is not a myth. Kaoru always joked that they'd know if Saika ever dated Akira because she'd have friction burns on her body.

Die looked at me, his jaw working, and then he mumbled a curse and left. As soon as he was out Saika turned to me. "Okay, spill it. You have never behaved like this around Die before. What did he do?"

I knew if I tried to deny anything was wrong she'd badger me for the truth, and she'd be upset and hurt that I wouldn't confide in my best friend. In America I'd made friends, but none had ever been a best friend like Saika. It's why we had kept in touch in letters, and later on by email. Phone calls had been out of the question, the long distance much too expensive.

"He saw me naked." Her jaw dropped, and her almond shaped eyes went round. So I explained the whole towel incident. I left out some of the intimate details.

She leaned closer. "So? So?" She motioned for me to go on. "If you tell me my gigolo brother was a real gentleman I'll never believe you."

Every minute detail came out. I found myself telling her all of it. I couldn't help it. Die might be her brother, but she was my best friend, my confidant, and she had told me many things over the years that no one else knew. "I've never been touched like that before," I admitted, blushing.

"Did you like it?" she asked, sitting there eagerly waiting for me to tell her more.

Takara-san's mother brought our lunch, and we bowed slightly to thank her. Once the older woman was gone I shrugged. "It was..."

"Be honest," she admonished before I could even attempt to lie. "I know it's not Toshiya, but... I always thought you had a bit of a crush on Die."

"What?" I cried, startled by that. "What the hell would make you think that?"

She was the one to shrug now. "I don't know. It was like, soon as you both saw each other you gravitated to each other, even if only to piss each other off. Which happened all the time. After you left he didn't torment Shinya as much. He still teased him, but... it was like he didn't have as much of a reason to anymore with you gone."

I glanced down at my lunch, unsure what to think of that. "I didn't..." Or had I? I shook my head. "He pissed me off. That's all. But yes, it was nice," I said in a low voice. "He'd never kissed me like that before."

She nodded. "I always hoped you'd marry Toshiya, you know. Not just because you loved him, but also because then you'd be family. You'd be back, and you'd never leave. I've missed you. I've missed... this!" She indicated us, and I knew she meant our talks, our confiding in each other, and just being silly together.

I grinned. "Hai, me too."

"Well, I for one hope you don't go back to the States, and you move back here. I want to spend all summer like we used to. Maybe you'd even go to college here with me!"

I smiled, listening to her talk away. Maybe.

Maybe...
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With bags in hand I glanced up to the roof. I didn't see Toshiya on the front part of the roof. He must be on the back part. I managed to open the door, and kick it shut behind me. Heading for the kitchen I dumped all the cloth bags on the table.

"If I'd known you were going to buy out the downtown area I'd have gone to meet you so you wouldn't have to carry all those."

I spun, squeaking in surprise, and then froze. Oh my God! My eyes widened, and I stopped breathing. Even my heart halted. The world ceased to exist.

Toshiya wiped his hands on a small towel, and then tucked it into a back pocket of his worn denims. He wore a leather vest... only. It parted to show off the muscular expanse of his chest and belly, and his arms were bare as well, the muscles defined. He smiled and neared, peeking into the bags. "What did you get?"

Air rushed out of my lungs, and I was then able to inhale again. My heart started to pound at his nearness, and I licked at my suddenly dry lips and was grateful to turn my attention to the bags though tearing my gaze off him was difficult. This close I could see the thin sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin and made the lower layers of his hair damp.

Tearing my attention off him I reached into a bag. "I got you something!" Could I have said that any faster, or any more fan girlish? I pulled out a pack of six canned coffees. He'd loved them before. "I hope you still..."

Toshiya beamed, and bowed. "Arigatou." Right away he pulled a can free, popped the top, and tossed his head back to down half the contents. His throat muscles worked, and I stared blatantly at the line of his throat.

When he lowered the can I had to force myself to go back to the bags. "Oh, and I got you some lunch." I handed him a bag. "Takara-san assures me it's your favorite."

"Arigatou," he said in his deep voice. "You didn't have to do that."

"It's a thank you for the work you're doing. How much will..."

He grabbed the lunch and coffee cans. "Sorry, I'm suddenly Kyo... deaf." He left the kitchen, and out the back door.

I found myself staring at his ass. God how I hated loose denims on men! Why did women's denims have to be so tight we could barely sit in them, but men's had to be so loose they practically hung to the ankles! Not that Toshiya's were that loose, but they didn't define his nice butt like they used to when I was a teen.

Sighing I began to unpack my purchases. While in town I had arranged to have the power turned back on in the house, and arrange for a phone to be installed. Until then I had a cell phone that I was now ready to program numbers into. But first I set cleaning supplies on the counter. Most of all the dishes, pots and woks, and utensils were still here. My father had not wanted to take any of them so we could get to America more quickly. The company was providing a small home that was furnished with the bare essentials, and we could get other necessities, as we needed them. That way he could show the company how eager he was to please them. It had paid off. In six years he had risen in rank, and the family was now in a larger house, and doing well.

I pulled out Mama’s cell, and scrolled through the numbers for the family, adding them to my new cell. I then programmed my number into Mama’s cell. I called Saika. “Mushi mushi! I have a new cell phone. Want the number?”

“Great! I knew you were going to stay,” she happily stated.

“What makes you say that?”

“You got a cell. A Japanese cell with a Japanese number.”

I rolled my eyes, and recited the number to her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was still undecided. Wasn’t I? Or was I decided and didn’t want to admit it? After all, I was getting electricity back and a phone. “Hmm?” I was distracted. Outside the sliding glass doors I could see Toshiya finishing his lunch. He’d removed the vest while he sat in the shade, and my gaze devoured the contours of his shoulders and pectorals.

“Okay, what’s he doing?” Saika giggled.

“Hmm? Who? What?” I blinked, tearing my gaze off the man I loved.

“Toshiya. He has to be doing something because you’re not hearing a word I’m saying.” I was silent so she shouted. “Suji!”

I jumped, and blinked. “Dammit, Saika, I’m not deaf! Or wasn’t until now.”

“I’m talking to you, and you’re drooling over my baka brother and ignoring me,” she shot. “What’s he doing?”

“Eating.” I replied.

There was a very heavy pause. “I’m sorry, did you say he was eating? Oh boy, you’ve really got it bad for him if watching him eat is…”

“Bare-chested. Did I mention that part?” I interrupted.

“Iie, you didn’t.”

“Bare-chested and sweaty and sitting back against a tree,” I groaned. “My God, Saika, I could just crawl up him he looks so good!”

“Not a vision I want burned into my brain. I love my brothers, don’t get me wrong, but I really don’t want to picture them romantically or sexually. It was weird watching you and Shinya kiss years ago. That was for scientific purpose so it was tolerable.”

I snorted, and rolled my eyes. “Point taken.” I watched Toshiya pack up the garbage, and push to his feet. He put it in a bin he had for the rotten tiles and pulled his vest back on before climbing back onto the roof. “What the hell am I going to do, Saika?” The enormity of the past few days finally settled heavily upon my shoulders. I shut my eyes and leaned forward until my forehead rested against the coolness of the wooden cupboard.

This time the pause was different, and not so heavy. It was more sympathetic. “I don’t know. I wish I did. I never considered that Die or Shinya were in love with you. I kept believing that Toshiya would fall in love with you, and you’d get married.”

I laughed. “I did too. God, even when I was in America I kept dreaming of that. But he doesn’t, and he never will. Instead it’s Die who does, and Shinya says he does too. I’m so confused, Saika. I have no idea if I’m coming or going. And I certainly have no idea what to do.”

“You could always see if you feel anything for Die or Shinya. The dates coming up sound like a good idea. And if it doesn’t work out you’ll have at least finally made peace with Die.”

I laughed again. “I don’t know. We still fight a lot. Then again, he’s rather arrogant.”

A snort sounded. “Tell me about it. Okay, tonight. What do you want to do?”

“Let’s get some takeout from Takara san’s, and just talk about singers, actors, and guys in our lives and laugh all night.”

“Oh! Sounds good to me!”
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