"Na na~"
Minato was walking toward his room while humming like a little bird full of happiness. It's so nice today, he thinks. Why does he always nag me with those lame topics, see a bath and brush? Is it even a topic to embarrass me. I can do it anytime on my own will.
He hit the ground with his foot with a thud sound, "That's not his concern at all." He puffs his cheek in anger and at last he finally arrives at the room door which was given by Shimizu.
Suddenly his face changed, happy to shock. His corner of his lips lifted slightly, his eyes widened and murmured to himself, "Sigh, now what kind of joke is this."
The letters are clear and clean, writing is decent and bolding it perfectly—shining brighter than his ugly face.
His name was written on the door giving him goosebumps. Minato makes a weird expression on his face—cringy.
"Why is it like that?" He cried internally. I didn't notice it yesterday… He lowers his head and shakes it in disappointment. He unconsciously pushed the door going in.
"Forgot about it. I saw nothing."
He moves his hand around in the air acting non-chalant. "Fu…" He sighed and looked at his dirty hand and his face in the mirror covered with chocolate all over his face and cloth too.
"Why do I eat like that?"
He lifted his chin, closing his eyes half with a smirk glowing on his face then he slowly crossed his arms bending backward slightly like a model.
"I am miss world… no means mister world." He shut himself in the middle feeling cringier than before, "It sounds so weird."
He slapped himself firmly, smiling coming back to his smug face.
"I need to clean up first." He lowers his face, shaking violently. He lifted his face laughing evilly, "I am gonna finish the delusion then." In the end he just hehe'd and entered the washroom.
He starts humming again into his own world busing himself in preparation for a bath.
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Shimizu looked up at the clock on the wall in front of him while leaning on the sofa more comfortably, spreading his legs. He yawned and switched the channels on the television—waiting for Minato.
"..."
He sighed again, becoming impatient. The frustration clearly showed on his face. In anger he tilted his head crossing his arms.
He opened his mouth, "What is he doing in the bathroom for too long." He takes a deep breath, "Even nothing is good also showing in the channel. I am getting more bored."
He covered his eyes and rubbed it roughly clearing his sight. He's in for an hour now what is he actually doing. We are getting late for the cafe to open too. Ah! So annoying. He ruffled his hair in pure rage and stood up.
"Let's see what happens in that damn room."
Shimizu stormed toward Minato's room which he specially made for Minato. "..." Suddenly he stopped half way where the dividend was there separating two corridors. He heard something.
"Where it's coming from." He mumbled. He looked at both sides. And start going toward the sound.
Finally after a few minutes it starts to clear and it's saying his name in the voice of Minato.
"Why does that voice sound like Minato? Or…"
He looked around and noticed the surroundings. And a blur image forms in his tiny brain.
"...it might be Minato's voice. And it's the same way where Minato's room was."
"So… he's calling me."
"Huh… god really blessed me with intelligence. You see, I solve the mystery in a few seconds. I am a genius."
He started running and opened the door where the voice was coming.
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Minato put a finger in the tub checking the temperature.
"It's… nice. Not too cold and too hot, amazing combo. I don't like cold water. It feels like it's going to freeze to death. When those cold drops touch my skin like it's piercing onto my soft flesh striking the vitals brutally."
Minato said dramatically and shook his head in denial while removing his clothes.
"Why am I even remembering this now? It's giving chills."
He hugged his half-naked body—trembling. He let go his guard and lifted his feet slowly going in.
Minato sat silently without making any fuse to himself. We don't even say that he is just captivated by it. He relaxes his muscles leaning into water further feeling the warmth more. He said in a hoarse voice, "Nice." He slowly put his head on the tub surface like a pillow to rest.
The atmosphere was the same which Minato liked the most.
Closing his eyes he yawned. Taking his hands out of the tub—water droplets flowing from his finger to elbow finally end up emerging in the tub water.
Minato covered his eyes with his arm from the light and yawned, full of sleepiness, "..." Breathing became steady, falling into deep sleep.
Five minutes later;
Minato opens his eyes, his vision is blurry and strangely standing.
Minato looked around in fear, thinking where I am? The question mark clearly showed his expression which was covered in cold sweat. I was just in the tub then. He looked around again but there's no sign of the light in the distance, only darkness was spread over.
His surroundings were weird, giving him goosebumps from head to toe. It feels like a box but a never ending loop which is going to repeat again and again and filled with fog making it more unclear to see which was already making it worse.
Minato starts walking without knowing anything, he just grabs the sleeve of the shirt he was wearing before the shower with his trembling hands. His hands are cold as ice. Yeah he is not naked.
After walking further not knowing the time. He finally sees a light but not that bright in the far distance, like three or four kilometers in distance.
The nervous and cold expression became softened and a flicker of happiness spread into his black eyes and he smiled.
"Hm… Finally." He takes a deep sign and starts moving toward light with a fast phase.
His mind was empty thinking nothing. His all attention was only going for the light but something was really wrong with Minato at that time.
The man who likes to talk to himself means to blame why he is acting like nothing happened just going without arguing, weird.
That's how his half an hour goes like that—without talking, not overthinking but just walking silently… A little bit of happiness showed in his rhythm.
Minato curled up his sleeve to his elbow, sweat dripping down from his cheeks, "I am here." He touched that remaining light because light was disappearing bit by bit every minute. Only a few more lights remained when Minato arrived.
After the touch;
Suddenly the light became brighter than normal spreading all over. Minato closed his eyes, his eyes were hurting like crazy because of the strong light. He fell to his knees covering himself into his arms like a raccoon.
But his body was still in the rays—burning it.
"What the fuck is wrong with these place?"
Minato helplessly cursed out those words. His stomach started to hurt again and covered in hot sweat feeling dizzy. His clothes were torn, making holes like hot and burning pouring into him. When it touches his delicate skin it gives him burns which turn into purple-black marks around those areas into his skin.
His blood starts to fall out of purple-black area. He can't handle the pain anymore and starts crying. He mumbled in a husky voice, "Why are all kinds of bad things always happening to me." He takes a long breath with hiccups, "It hurts. My eyes. My hands. My legs. My back. Everything hurts."
Suddenly he stood up without the care of his life, lowering his head staring at the ground, tears of blood falling down from his body like a flood.
He tilted his head to the not-so-sky. He shouted to his might while closing his wet eyes tight, "STOP IT. I HAD ENOUGH."
He takes one more deep breath—blurting out his feelings.
"I DON'T LIKE THIS. WHY ARE YOU EVEN DOING THESE TO ME—ONLY. THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE ARE THERE. WHY ME…"
"WHY ME."
"Why me…"
"What did I even do to you… nothing. But I need to face it. Why???"
He fell to his knees in despair—his head was full of nonsense. But strangely he was laughing 'ha ha' to himself. Laughing at himself.
He collapsed on the ground struggling in pain touching his wounds wiggling his legs on the ground with pressure, bare footed.
Pain was unbreakable;
He takes a breath in exhaustion thinking why it's not stopping. I am getting tired. His vision went blurry seconds by seconds. In the end he lost consciousness. Falling deep sleep of despair.
A few minutes later which feels like eternity.
A man was walking around the streets and noticed someone was laying on the footpath. After seeing, he ran toward the body without caring about anything.
He kneeled and grabbed the man by the shoulder, examining and mumbled with a surprised look on his face, "Familiar."
"Why are you lying here? Wake up! What happened" he grabbed the man's face , slapping him lightly. Saying "waking up" desperately then it converts into panicking.
He picked the unconscious man into his arms and hurriedly ran toward his house which was not far. He takes ten steps forward and takes two turns.
He opened the gate and got toward the main door. He grabs the handle trying to open it but it's not seem to open.
"Damn it!! Open up."
He angrily hit the door with his foot making a 'thud' sound and one more sound came from his pocket 'jiggling' sound. He remembers something and takes it out that thing is none and only our key.
He opened it without any delay, "Silly me, how can I forget that? I am foolish." He yelled at himself in anger and ran toward the sofa which came at first sight.
He put the delicate man on the sofa. He hurriedly shook the man roughly like a crazy man. He was in panic. He stormed toward the kitchen taking the water bottles and toward the sleepy guy.
He literally poured the entire bottles on the man. There was no hesitation at all in his eyes and his hands were steady but his pupils were still trembling in panic.
He grabbed the man from his shoulder, gluing him toward his chest—hugging him tightly.
"He's burning, sign." He rubbed the sweat coming from his forehead by the back of his hand. He takes out his phone to call the doctor.
When he clicks the call button that man finally speaks with his gentle voice, "Lion?"
"..." Lion threw the phone away and gave all his attention to his man.
"Minato."
"Minato." He said with a hoarse voice and gulped again and again.
"Yeah I am hearing."
"Minato, why were you lying there unconscious?"
Minato was confused. He was in hell a few seconds ago and now. He looked all over his body. There are no wounds at all. He looked up;
Leaning into the other man's warm hug and snuggling, shake in head in denial, "Nothing. I just…" He remembers something. He changed the topic. "Why are you acting like that?" where his damn lover means why…
"Like that?"
"I am acting like I usually do. You collapsed in the middle of nowhere and now you are asking me weird questions. What if i don't come to you what would happen to you."
Lion yelled at Minato brokenly, "Why would I leave you like I don't know you." voice bitter full of chokes. His tears falling like an abused kid.
Minato nodded. Huh… who's saying that they don't gonna leave me… sign. I had enough of you.
He pushed Lion and jumped out of his arms, "Why are you acting to stop it."
"..." Lion flinched looking at his man with wide eyes, tears spilling—feeling betrayed.
"You never act like that. Why are you threatening me like I am the one causing everything? Like I am the one who made you collapse but I saved you."
He put his palm on Minato's shoulder—soft and gentle, no ill-intent signs visible on his touch.
Minato relaxes a bit, "where he is."
"...?" Lion looked at Minato—shocked. What is he talking about?
"Who?"
"Stop how many times I need to tell you. I am talking about your mistress stupid."
"My mistress??"
"Yeah." Minato nodded. Lion said, his expression still confused and annoyed, "I don't know what you are talking about but I don't have a mistress, I have you, Minato. My husband."
"..." Minato becomes silent as he notices something. Why he don't remember his own lover who he cheated with and calling me 'his' husband with confidence. It's really annoying me.
"Don't remember" Minato gritted his teeth. But Lion answer caught him off guard with "No" not any other nonsense—staightforward. His eyes were burning with confidence like he was sure of it.
"Really?" Minato believed it at all.
"Humph… you misunderstood me. I would never do these filthy things in my entire life." Lion nodded with a smirk, "Or are you jealous to see me with another man. If you see me he would be my friend or colleague just ask me directly. Don't burden yourself, okay."
"..." Minato.
"Say something." Lion pleaded. "Okay…" His voice was low and sour gulping down his cry.
I know I am in a dream but it feels so real. He leaned toward his thigh… looking at his supporting arms—trembling.
"Why am I remembering it now? It's really nothing now." Minato stands up looking at Lion with an unspoken sadness with a smile. He said while choking, "You… already d–done… it."
"What…??"
"Don't worry about me. Your words were always a lie. Why do you do that? I really love you but you just… do it without any concern of mine." He clutched his chest clothes. "You know right, I am human too. I feel pain too. When you were with that man smiling and joking I was there too. Why don't you look at me? That I am alone."
"I am already at the gate of death. You know—"
Lion stopped him in the middle of his sentence and coldly said with a red face full of anger, "I know. You have only two months to live so what. Then why do you hide it from me which is such a compulsory thing? You have to tell your husband. I don't even know that."
"You k–k—know… how"
"...why don't you tell me. I am always waiting for you to tell me by your own mouth but now. I owe you that much, you can tell me at least."
"Huh… you are the one who ignores me and be with your lover okay."
Lion stood up—his aura did not feel like usual covers in black. He glared down at Minato with red eyes. Minato also glared at me without any doubt.
"Look down."
Lion said with a lower voice—scary like saying there is no talk further. It is my dream right? Minato doubts himself. Why am I trembling in my own dream?
"No."
Lion shook his head at Minato's behaviour. He takes a deep breath.
He lifted his right hand in the air and it directly hit Minato's face with his half strength.
Lion slap me, minato looked Lion with fear and anger mix on his eyes, gritting his teeth and he grab his wounded cheek—filled with shock and confusion. How can he hit him like that?
His knees become weak, falling into the ground in shock staring at the Lion's laughing face. He breaks and starts crying in disbelief. His love, who loves more than anything really slaps him.
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The atmosphere was calm and unusually gloomy at the same time.
Minato's breath was heavy and his tears were spilling out from corners of his eyes on the bathtub.
He was curled and crying—treambling.
He finally woke up from his nightmare. Not knowing it is reality or fake. He dived into the water for once.
He stood up getting out of the tub like nothing happened but his heart was empty. His stomach was hurting. He silently went to the left out clothes which were falling on the ground. He picks up and takes out his precious medicine.
He opened the gate. Taking the glass with water and swallowing his tablets. Feeling relief—He sat on the bed while his fingers were clutching on the blanket.
His breath became hitched, unable to breath. His tears flowing out—uncontrollabor.
"...It's just a dream."
"Dream."
He calmed himself while saying 'dream' repeatedly and lay on the bed with anxiety still showing on his face—but it felt like the brain said no to him and recalling that nightmare playing into his mind..
"What kind of nightmare was that? Huh it really feels like he slaps me that would never gonna happen to me." He touched the cheek and laughed off.
A cold and sharp wind entered the room and hit Minato naked without any consent, giving him shivers.
"Ngh…" He moaned curling into the cover. "He doesn't even give me a lecture about cleaning when I go. He himself forgave me that damn clothes. I am gonna kill him one day."
He takes a pledge to himself and starts calling Shimizu. His voice was clearly bitter but loud in anger anyway.
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Shimizu paused in the middle of the door frame looking at Minato who was covering his body with a blanket. But his legs were still showing—too brightly water dripping sliding from the thigh to toes.
Shimizu flustered and jumped back. I think I entered at the wrong time. But Minato stopped him, saying, "Hey, where are you going. You see what I need right now?"
Shimizu starts gulping like a crazy man—what he needs. He blushed harder, staring at Minato's revealing dress which we cannot say 'dress' at all.
"What…"
"I'm talking about fucking clothes. You have a big mouth but your brain is the size of a bean. You blockhead. Achoo…" he sneezed. "See… feels like I am going to catch a cold."
Shimizu nodded and ran to take clothes for Minato. He comes in a few minutes, breathing heavily with a smile he says, "Here, sir." with a manner.
Minato humph'd and look ar Shimizu with smile, upwarding his eyebrow as saying 'get out' obviously Shimizu can't take that hint and Mianto had to kick him out—if someone don't change politely so you have to discipline them with punishment so from next time they would know that would happen to me again. But Minato does it as fun and annoyingly.
Shimizu pouts and goes to the main hall—sulking while waiting for his master to come, patiently.
He waited and waited and finally sighed; why does he always take so long.
Minato comes after fifteen minutes but something is not feeling well. His expression was unreadable and kind of in pain while smiling brightly as usual—NOTHING WRONG.
Shimizu looked at me with pout, "Why take so long."
Minato didn't answer the question. Shimizu notices that Minato is not paying attention to him—he feels depressed, his eyes curled like a pitiful dog.
Shimizu opened his mouth to say something but Minato said without wasting time in his own delusion, "I need to go. I am getting late."
"..." Shimizu stared at Minato with confusion and said, "What?"
"Something came up." Minato hurriedly said;
"Where? And why? We have to go to a cafe. It's already late. We can be together."
"..." Minato.
"No, I really can't today, sorry. It's really important, please try to understand."
"Okay." Finally Shimizu surrendered.
Minato started walking toward the main door and Shimizu followed him to leave him off to the gate at least he can do that much.
When Minato was at the door, Shimizu grabbed him by his wrist and said seriously, "Is it related to your husband right?"
Minato nodded silently. Shimizu said with a gentle and worried expression, "You can really share with me. Please, don't stress yourself anymore."
"..."
"You know I don't like when someone pity me." Minato yells in anger. "Okay sorry." Shimizu said with a low voice.
"At least give me a hug then. You are not coming anyway."
Shimizu spread his arms while Minat nodded and hugged him. Shimizu shook Minato's shoulder, smelling something.
Minato's scent is so refreshing, he thinks. And evilly smiled and bit Miato's neck without giving any thought.
Minato groans in pain. He pushed Shimizu back and rubbed his bite area.
"You dog." Minato shouted;
"Go. go. It's just payment for not coming."
"If I am not busy right now. You are going to hell today. You bastard!"
Minato left while sitting in the cab, glaring back at Shimizu's annoying face.
TO BE CONTINUED.