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Post by Masutaa-Senpai on Mar 1, 2009 10:45:21 GMT 9
"Kisuke--" He whispered, afraid to move and comfort him. "It's never happened without the pills." He watched him, unable to touch his shaking shoulders. "Kisuke... what pills?" He whispered against him as he moved closer. Something wasn't right here. Something was terribly wrong with those words. He only could take a few guesses as to what 'the pills' were.
"Kisuke... you know I care... sensei only wants to help, ok?" They were finally getting to the bottom of Kisuke's problem, and he'd spent so much time gaining his trust--even if it was two measly days. "What kind of pills do you take, Kisu-kun?" He used a more affectionate term to make the teen let his walls down. At least he hoped to God it worked. He finally touched him on his shoulder, his hand moving across the youth's back to comfort him as he watched him.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 1, 2009 10:52:21 GMT 9
He didn't look up, his elbows resting on the table and his head remained in his hands. His stomach lurched and twisted at the question about the pills, shit... he'd said something and he really hadn't meant to. He was afraid now, so afraid of what would happen if he opened up to someone. He'd only really been speaking to his sensei for a couple of days, but already he felt like he could trust him. He didn't know why that was.
He opened his mouth to speak, lips opening and closing like a gasping fish as he tried to speak but couldn't. He sobbed loudly all of a sudden, quaking with his tears as his teacher rubbed his back. “She... she shoves them down my throat...” He hiccuped slightly. “These... weird... blue pills... and they make me feel funny...” He'd started talking now, and the words seemed to flow out like water from a broken dam. “She sticks her fingers down my throat and makes me swallow them, and... Guhu... and she... she... tells me I'm just like Dad... and she says I can never leave her like he did....” He sobbed again. “I hate it... it feels gross... but she wont stop, and... and if I tell her to she punches me... kuh... and... sometimes she uses weird stuff like ropes....” He buried his face in his arms against the table, trembling violently as he let out his disgusting secret, he felt sick. Really... really sick, his throat was burning with it. “Ugh....ugh.. sensei... I feel... sick..”
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Post by Masutaa-Senpai on Mar 1, 2009 11:08:02 GMT 9
Shinobu swallowed several times. Something deep down made him want to choke the ever-living shit out of his mother. What kind of MOTHER WAS SHE?? He tried to sound calm as he spoke, his voice coming out in a broken whisper. This was disturbing, on too many levels. Some part of him wished he never knew this at all. It was too much for his brain to digest, but he had taken this job--more like it was forced on him. He didn't want this job, anymore, but Kisuke was counting on him to do something.
He prayed to god there was something he could do, now. He felt unwilling, but Kisuke's tears sent his heart throbbing with pain of his own, suddenly unable to hold back, his arms wrapping around Kisuke's shoulders, holding him close. "It's ok--it's ok. I won't judge you." He whispered into Kisuke's hair. The foundations of his scruples were crumbling down around him. Was this ok? Was it right? Kisuke needed someone, and he would be there to help--even if it meant his job--the very same job that had brought them together.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 1, 2009 11:14:37 GMT 9
Kisuke swallowed, and then again, trying to keep the bile burning his throat down. He choked on a breath and couldn't say any-more, his teacher had been so silent, he was afraid to look at him. He flinched when he felt the touch at first, and then he was being hugged, and he pressed his face into the older man's shoulder. Both of his arms moved up to tightly grasp around his teachers body as he sobbed against his neck.
“Sen-...sei... I'm gross.... I'm really, really gross...” He said as he continued to cry. He wasn't even ashamed of his tears, he was more ashamed on the fact that he'd had sex with his mother almost every night for the past two years of his life. He felt soiled and dirty and disgusted. When he really took time to think about it, which he didn't very often because of this exact reason, he almost felt like he just wanted to die. He'd tried once too, but his mother had pulled him out of the bath before he could drown, she never let him have any peace. His chest was hurting, so terribly right now, and all he could do was cling to the older man as if he were some kind of life-line. His sobs slowly subsiding to sniffles.
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Post by Masutaa-Senpai on Mar 1, 2009 11:50:23 GMT 9
"It's ok... Kisuke... it's ok. You can stay here, tonight." He promised quietly. "You don't have to go back to her. I'll handle your mother." He said quietly as he heard the teen quiet down to soft sniffles. He pet him gentle, felt him hold on to him tighter. He grit his teeth. He had never seen Kisuke's mother, nor had he heard anything about the woman up until now.
Kisuke was to sweet of a boy to make up something as terrible as that. His mother forced herself on him every night? He couldn't even imagine his own mother touching him in any way at all, not even in a loving way. "It's ok. I'll take care of everything, ok? Your mother won't hurt you anymore, not while I'm here, ok...?" He whispered into Kisuke's ear, brushing his hair out from the youth's wet face, coddling him in a soft voice.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 1, 2009 11:58:01 GMT 9
He continued to cling, the other man's warmth was radiating against him and making him relax slowly. He did so even more when Shinobu said he could stay there for the night, said that he was there for him and that his mother wouldn't hurt him any more, he really wished that was true. He hoped it was.
Kisuke shifted until his body was facing Shinogu's more, placing a knee on either side of the other man's legs as they kneeled there together, his arms not letting go. He wanted to stay like this, it was warm and comfortable and soothing and there was nothing sexual going on. He liked it, his teacher felt soft and warm. “Nnh.... Sensei's warm...” He mumbled against the other man's neck, his long hair tickling Kisuke's nose slightly.
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Post by Masutaa-Senpai on Mar 1, 2009 12:11:33 GMT 9
"This is a little inappropriate, Kisu...ke..." He was so big for his age. He wondered how his father looked like. He was only sixteen and he was already his height, and dare he say it he was so much more bigger than Shinogu. Shinogu was lean and toned. He wondered... "Kisuke, I need you to let go, now... ok? And, you need to finish your homework." He said promptly, ruffling his hair. "Later on I'll put down the rules while you're here. I need to make a few phone calls, ok?" He said quietly as he stood, giving him a smile, a more reassuring one.
He headed to his room, closing the door behind him, his eyes shutting. He bit his lip, staring at the cordless phone near his bed on the desk. He slowly sat at his bed, shakily picking up the cordless phone, dialing a number. Was this the right thing to do? Was he willing to let things go this far...? He wiggled his toes, trying to calm himself. The phone rang, and he quietly stared at the closed door, sighing as he heard a voice answer. "Hello, yes... social services...?"
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 1, 2009 22:44:14 GMT 9
Kisuke kept his hold on his teacher even as the man said it was inappropriate. In all honesty the teen couldn't quite see why it was, since it was just a hug, and it really did feel nice. However, he eventually let his hands slip away and he shuffled back a bit to let Shinogu stand up. “I'll try...” He said as he turned to look at his homework paper. When he was left along in the room he couldn't help burying his head in his arms, rubbing his eyes and nose on the sleeves of his jumper to wipe the moisture away. He still felt sick, even though he'd calmed down a lot, how could he have said it? He was scared now.
Kisuke started to tremble again and he leaned back, palms flat on the table as he tried to collect himself and remain calm, tried to stop his stomach from clenching and making him feel like he was going to puke without any warning. He lifted his hand and put it over his mouth, brows furrowing. Maybe if he just let himself puke he could feel better and get back to work, but he really hated being sick – even if it happened quite often in the past two years because of the stress he was being put under. He was surprised that he wasn't skinnier, not that he wanted to be. He wanted to tone up, since right now he was tall, but he didn't have any real muscle tone just the smooth, slim curves of a boy who didn't bother with working out or any real exercise.
After a few moments he couldn't hold it any more and he got to his feet and ran to the bathroom, hastily shutting the sliding doors with a soft clatter as he bent over the toilet and coughed. There wasn't much, since all he'd had to eat today were some vegetables from the cafeteria with some steamed rice, but it was still gross. He wiped his mouth with some tissue and leaned his head against one of his hands which was clinging to the toilet seat as the other hand moved to flush it. Well... he felt a little bit better now at least.
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Post by Masutaa-Senpai on Mar 2, 2009 1:18:13 GMT 9
"Thank you... no, yes... please, as soon as possible... I am counting on you, yes... ok, goodbye." He heard noise outside of the door, opening it quickly as soon as he had hung up to hear Kisuke spluttering. Was he vomiting? "Kisuke?" He let out with worry, opening the shoji door to see him huddled over the toilet, spitting. He got on his haunches, rubbing into Kisuke's back. "By the looks of it, you didn't even have much to eat... don't worry about the homework, right now. Although, I do expect you to get it done before class tomorrow, Kisuke." He wasn't giving the boy a break--he already convinced himself in his mind.
"Come." He lent him his hand, helping the youth to his feet. His hands were larger than his--Shinogu noted with surprise. He led Kisuke to the kitchen, first flushing the contents of his stomach earlier into the pipes, before returning. "You need to eat... and don't worry about everything else, ok? Something is being done. Sensei still cares." He hadn't said it directly to his face, his back to him as he went rummaging for food to make. Frankly he was starving, as well.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 2, 2009 1:26:12 GMT 9
The hand at his back made him feel a little more at ease, groaning quietly because of the disgusting taste in his mouth. “I wasn't really hungry...” He said at the comment about how much he had eaten all day. He let his teacher help him up, grasping his hand tightly, he didn't want to let go... his sensei's hand was surprisingly slender. “I'll do my best to do the homework, I don't need to stop.” He said as he followed Shinogu into the main living area.
He stood behind the other man as he started looking for things to make, his words making the teen feel warm inside. “I wanna hug sensei again, for being so nice... but it's weird... right? So I wont.” He said in a quiet voice before turning around and going to sit on the floor at the kotatsu again. He ducked his head, now that he'd let out his secret to the other man it seemed like anything he wanted to say would just come out, and that was embarrassing. Kisuke picked up his pen and started to chew on the end idly while he stared at the work sheet, trying to get into working.
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Post by Masutaa-Senpai on Mar 2, 2009 1:42:51 GMT 9
I wanna hug...
Shinogu had done his best not to think about his words. Were they really weird? To want to hug in the privacy of his own apartment. He still had to follow rules, whether he was inside or outside of the school. Kisuke wasn't supposed to say things like that. Not around another man. He certainly could hear it now, 'You turned him, didn't you? Now he's gay, just-like-you!' Shinogu held his head, rubbing into the groove of his nose, continuing his search for food. He had remembered he made stir-fry the other night. It was so much, he remembered he couldn't even finish it all.
"You're eating!" He let out sternly from the kitchen. "And, that's final." He grumbled to himself. He found his stir fry pan, placing it on the stove to turn on. He dragged out the large tupperware with his leftovers in it, opening it up. It smelled just as good as when he made it two days ago. He put on an apron, one with a little rainbow at the top, pouring oil into the hot pan. "Is your homework done yet?" He asked aloud, pouring egg-fried rice and vegetables with meat into the pan.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 2, 2009 1:57:43 GMT 9
Kisuke had started filling out the form, he'd actually already read the material that needed to be done for it, and he remembered it well. Despite the fact he rarely finished his homework his grades weren't bad at all, and under his circumstances they were actually quite astounding. He chewed on the end of his pen again, tasting ink in his mouth and scrunching his face slightly as he pulled his pen away from it. It had leaked again.
He rubbed at his mouth with his sleeve and the black ink smeared across his face. “Gh... Sensei...” He looked up and over to his teacher with a sour look on his face, ink smeared over the corner of his mouth and his cheek. “I think I broke my pen.” The smell of the food was making his stomach rumble and cramp, he was so hungry, especially after being sick, since his stomach was empty. It was nice to see someone cooking something other than frozen food from the store.
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Post by Masutaa-Senpai on Mar 2, 2009 2:05:58 GMT 9
He turned around a bit, and let out a heavy sigh at the ink smeared across Kisuke's face. "Honestly, Kisuke--" He began, looking around for his paper towels. He pulled out a few, and signaled for him to come closer. He put the fire down on the stir-fry to a simmer, putting the top over it. "You really shouldn't CHEW on a pen... I'd rather you chew on a pencil..." He fussed quietly as he ran warm water across the paper towel to rub it against Kisuke's face. The ink smeared off after a few dabs, and he made Kisuke open his mouth. Luckily it hadn't burst in his mouth.
He held Kisuke's chin for a bit longer, his eyes wandering over his features up close, how thick his eyebrows were, the swarthy complexion of his skin... the thick curve of his Adam's apple when tilted his neck a certain way. "Ok, that's enough," Shinogu stated quietly. "The food is ready. Have a seat at the kotatsu." He turned away quickly, tossing the paper towel into the garbage.
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Post by 一姫 on Mar 2, 2009 2:15:33 GMT 9
Kisuke stood up and walked over to his teacher, closing his eyes as the ink was rubbed off of his face. He could do it himself, but having Shinogu do it was so much better, it made him feel cared for in a way that was more natural and less sinful than the way his mother cared for him. “Thank you sensei!” He said and smiled brightly, actually having relaxed enough to let the expression show on his features.
Kisuke eagerly sat at the kotatsu again as his teacher told him the food was ready, crossing his legs underneath it and keeping his warm smile pasted to his lips. “I like sensei's apron. It looks good.” he said, trying to make a conversation and complement the other man. He didn't really remember what it was like to just talk to someone, he hadn't had any friends since he was a pre-teen.
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Post by Masutaa-Senpai on Mar 2, 2009 6:00:09 GMT 9
"You think so?" Shinogu called out from the kitchen. He placed the steaming bowls full of stir-fry on the table, two sets of chopsticks in his hands. He handed Kisuke's chopsticks to him, their hands touching as he placed them in his hand. An electric shock of pleasure made the hair on his neck stand on end as he retracted his hand quickly.
His face colored a bit, but he brought his bowl to his face, pausing slowly as he forgot to do his usual. "Itadakimasu." He said, bringing his hands together, before picking up the bowl again as he used his chopsticks to pick up the tasty morsel of cooked beef, chewing slowly. "Oiishi..." He started quietly, making sure his eyes maintained themselves away from Kisuke's zone.
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