Savior

A/N: As you all may have noticed, I enjoy doing things a bit different and having the unexpected happen. So for those of you expecting . . . well whatever you were expecting, I hope you enjoy this chapter, even if it is at Kenta's expense. ^_^


Ryuu

After jerking some clothes on and making sure Kenta was getting cleaned up I headed back into the living room. I felt nervous and jittery. It was the first time in almost four years that he’d visited me here at home. I’d seen him several times a year when I went to visit, but he rarely came to Japan any more. I knew why he was here. Mother had no doubt sent him to check up on me, especially considering what was going on in the news. I hoped that Nakamara had been able to get the gag order established. I probably should have called him when I got up this morning, but Kenta was kind of distracting. Why did real life have to hit right after such an amazing time with him? I wanted to just lay around and enjoy being with him until I had to get ready for the concert. But it seemed that I would have to wait for that. Maybe after the concert. There were a few things he and I needed to discuss anyway.

Yoshiru was sitting at the dining room table reading . . . oh fuck. Now I was starting to sound like Kenta, but seeing him reading one of the tabloids gave me an unsettled feeling. He looked up at me and smiled.

“Sorry about getting you out of bed son.”

I shook my head, running a hand through my hair hoping it didn’t look too disheveled. “Don’t worry about it. Um . . . I didn’t realize you were in Japan.”

“I just got in yesterday. We are buying out another company here in Kobe and your mother . . .” He sighed and folding the paper laid it on the table. He tapped the picture on the front. I glanced at it then away. It must be the latest issue. They had a more recent candid shot of me walking out of a club, Kenta behind me. It was cropped in such a way that you could barely tell that Sora was right next to me and Hasu was nearly hidden behind Kenta. It made it look like it was just Kenta and I, not the whole band like it had been. The headline was ridiculous and I knew I was going to be making a call to the editor of the paper personally. I looked back up as my father cleared his throat. “Ryuunosuke, this really is a bit much. Even for you.”

I looked down again trying to think of something to say, but my mind was completely blank. All I could think of was Kenta in the other room. Kenta was going to be beyond furious when he saw the tabloid. The unsettled feeling deepened into full blown anxiety.

“He’s here isn’t he.”

My head snapped back up as panic flooded me. “N-no. No he-“

He shook his head a disturbing grin on his face. “You’ve always been a terrible liar. You are too open with your feelings and it’s entirely too easy to see the fresh hickies with that shirt.”

My hand flew to my neck and he laughed at me, a soft sound that usually always put me at ease. After a moment he sighed and got up walking toward me. “Ryuunosuke, we do need to talk about this though. You know that I’ve always supported you in your decisions.”

I nodded, afraid to say anything.

“I understand that you think you like this . . . Arakaki?” He frowned slightly as he said it and I suddenly felt breathless, a weight settling over me. “I’m not sure this is smart. You should not be involved with an employee, son. It can create all kinds of problems.”

“I . . . I . . . need him.” I felt like a complete idiot, was that really the best I could come up with?

“Yes, I know you think you do. I don’t need to remind you what happened last time . . .” I had to look away unable to take the pain in his eyes. I’d been furious when Sora had told my parents what Naoki had done. I hadn’t pressed charges at the time and they had both been livid, threatening to move me to Europe with them. It was only after I’d promised to put a restraining order on Naoki that they had backed off. They had both readily agreed that my having a bodyguard was a good idea. Though it seemed now maybe they were regretting that. “No, I can see that I don’t. I’m sorry for bringing it up. But, you understand how worried I am.”

I nodded slowly trying to find my voice. “Kenta . . . Kenta is nothing like him. He-he wouldn’t even touch me if I didn’t want him to. He’s been my bodyguard for two years now and I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.”

“Well . . . that’s good.” His eyes seemed to soften as he looked at me. He stepped close and pulled me into a quick hug. “You’ve grown, in a lot of ways, son. I’m very proud of you. Now where is he?”

I stood there shocked once he let me go. He was proud of me? Even with all the shit I’d pulled and this latest issue, though it wasn’t like I’d planned it, he was still proud of me? Numb I watched as he walked passed me toward the bedroom. Then it suddenly hit me. Kenta was probably in the tub and the room was a mess our clothes strewn everywhere and I’d not had a chance to tell Kenta to watch his language but it looked like none of that was going to matter.

“Wa-wait! Dad!”

I ran after him but he was already in the bedroom. He glanced around and headed straight for the bath room pushing the door open.

“Fucking hell!”

I cringed, covering my face with a hand. Kenta was standing in front the sink only a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked surprised and . . . pissed.

Kenta

I glanced around but it wasn’t like there was anywhere I could go. Yoshiru looked a hell of a lot like Ryuu, except with dark hair and more worry lines. Seeing him standing there in his suit and tie looking like a business tycoon reminded me all over again just how fucking stupid I probably looked. Nothing like getting caught half naked by your lover’s father, guess it was better than getting caught in bed. He raised an eyebrow at me and looked back toward where Ryuu was quietly freaking out behind him.

“You shouldn’t try to lie to me Ryuunosuke.” I stepped back as he walked toward me. Oh fucking hell this could not be good. He stopped a few feet from me and looked down at me. “So, you are the bodyguard. Shouldn’t you be taller?”

I blinked at him, confused. He chuckled, the smile erasing the worry lines, and then stepped back. “Get pants on, then come to the living room. There are some things we need to discuss.”

Oh hell . . . that couldn’t be good. I looked past him to Ryuu, but he’d turned around and had his head down. Fuck. Yoshiru was already leaving the room and I watched as he grabbed Ryuu’s arm pulling him out of the bedroom. Finding clean clothes I pulled them on, trying to hurry but it didn’t seem to be working. Why did this have the same feel as when I had to go to Jiro about something I really didn’t want to? Hopefully he wasn’t as violent as Jiro.

I pulled my hair back into a short pony tail since I hadn’t had a chance to wash it. Him and Ryuu were sitting on the couch when I came in. Things seemed . . . okay? Nobody was yelling or seemed upset and Ryuu wasn’t crying or anything. Maybe that was a good sign.

“That is a good look for you.” Yoshiru smiled. “I like your hair like that, can see more of that handsome face.”

Somebody needed to pick my jaw up off the floor. Was he fucking serious? I quickly shut my mouth as he started talking again.

“Anyway, there are some rather serious things we need to talk about today. Hush son.” He patted Ryuu’s leg but it didn’t stop the pout from forming. “Arkaki-san, why don’t you take a seat. I know you both have a busy day ahead of you, but this must be taken care of.”

I took the seat next to the couch that Sora normally hogged. Ryuu narrowed his eyes at me and looked away. Like I was going to fucking sit next to him with his father right there. Was he fucking nuts? It was enough that the man seemed to know exactly what was going on.

I jumped as a file plopped down on the coffee table. “Arakaki-san, this is your background check, the one I had run on you when Ryuu first mentioned hiring you.”

I stared at him. They’d run a background check on me? Why the FUCK had they hired me then?

“I can see why Ryuu insisted we hire you. Your experience makes you uniquely qualified.”

“Huh?”

Yoshiru cocked his head at me and sat back crossing an ankle over his knee. “Kenta . . . may I call you Kenta? Yes, thank you. I know this might come as a bit of a shock to you, but after reading all the reports from both the lawyer and the correctional facility plus the warden’s comments I knew that you had a very protective nature. If you could put up with my son’s . . . quirks, then I had no issue with you being hired. However, it seems that things have progressed quite a bit further than a simple employer-employee relationship.”

Suddenly the carpet was very, very interesting. Fuck. I didn’t bother to look up as he went on. “I’m not going to fire you Kenta. I know Nakamara insisted I do so last month when you were unavailable for so long, but I understand that things happen. Besides that, you’ve proved you are trustworthy and capable if a bit vulgar. Now I know Kaori is upset, but . . . it’s mostly due to the bad press. Ryuunosuke you know how badly it upsets her to see you in the news like that.”

I glanced over at Ryuu, he had his head down and I saw him nod once. Yoshiru went on. “You will need to call her and apologize for upsetting her.”

“Not like I’m the one who took the pictures.”

“No, but you were not thinking about the fact that what you do is considered public domain. Even your most private moments are up for scrutiny. Especially if you are somewhere that someone can see you.” Yoshiru sighed. “Kenta, you are going to need to be even more careful. Ryuunosuke is used to the press hounding him, but you . . . I’m sorry to say it but you will be getting harassed like never before.”

I swallowed, that did not sound good. It sounded fucking horrible. Yoshiru took a deep breath and blew it out forcefully as if he was glad that was over with.

“Now, what time is the concert?”

“Nine.”

“Okay, that gives me plenty of time.”

“For what?” Ryuu was looking at his father, clearly puzzled. So was I.

Yoshiru looked at me and his smile fucking creeped me out. “Kenta and I need to run an errand.”

“Wha-“ Before I could say anything else Yoshiru was on his feet and walking over to me. He reached down and pulled me to my feet.

“Ryuunosuke, we will be back in about an hour. Don’t bother calling him, he won’t be available.”

“But wait! Wait! Dad! Where are you taking him?” Ryuu sounded panicked.

“Just get ready to go Ryuu and clean up your room. Seriously, you are a grown man.”

I managed to slide my shoes on and then I was getting hauled out of the apartment.

“I-Ito-san-“

“I’m sorry Kenta, but this has to be done. I know you have no family so think of me as your father. I’m just wanting to make sure that my son is happy and that means making sure that you are well taken care of.”

Okay . . . the man wasn’t making any fucking sense. I kept my mouth shut as we got into the black car that was waiting outside the entrance. He immediately had a phone call once we got inside and I ended up just looking out the window. What the fucking hell was going on? I’d expected to get yelled and screamed at, told to leave and never come back anything but this . . . acceptance. Why wasn’t he more upset about the tabloids? Shouldn’t he be firing me and telling me I was never to see Ryuu again? Oh god . . . just the thought had my heart racing painfully, a weird tight feeling in my chest. That had never happened before and it kind of freaked me out. If just thinking about losing Ryuu made me feel that panicked . . .

“We are here Kenta.” Yoshiru’s soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked over at him and then past him to the building. A clinic? What the fuck?

He got out first and I hesitated to follow. Why the hell were we at a clinic? His smile didn’t help calm me down at all.

“I’ve already arranged for all the necessary exams.”

“What?” Exam? What exams?

Somehow we were already inside. When had that happened? I glanced around the waiting room as he spoke with the receptionist. It was like any other waiting room but I felt entirely too nervous. Before I had a chance to try and slip out there was a nurse smiling at me as she lead me back to an exam room. Yoshiru walked in behind her.

“I’ll be just outside the door if you need anything.”

I nodded, not knowing what else to do. I slowly got undressed as the nurse had instructed and putting on a soft hospital yukata sat on the table and waited. I tried not to think about why I was here or what exams Yoshiru had asked for. Hopefully it wasn’t as bad as what Ryuu had done to me when I’d had those busted ribs. Still needed to beat his ass for that. The nurse came back in and did all the usual stuff. It was when the doctor came in that things got fucking weird.

Ryuu

I closed my phone for what felt like the hundredth time. I’d already taken a nice hot bath and gotten dressed for the concert and still they weren’t back. What was Yoshiru up to, taking off with Kenta like that. Looking at the food I’d ordered well over an hour ago, I blew out a frustrated breath. I was too nervous to eat. I jumped up out of the chair hearing the front door open.

“We’re back.” Yoshiru grinned widely at me as I tried to peer around him to where Kenta was. Kenta looked positively dejected, not even looking up from the floor, the normally square shoulders slumped. What had happened while they were gone?

“Ryuunosuke, can I talk to you in the office for a moment?” I nodded shocked to hear him speak in English.

I shut the door behind us and turned to face him. “What is going on?”

“English please.”

“Why? What does it matter?”

“Because I want to keep this conversation private.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. Sora and I did this all the time when we didn’t want people to know what we were talking about. “Fine. What is going on?”

“Kenta is malnourished.”

“What!” I couldn’t help the gasp.

“I just had him at a private clinic to make sure he is clean and free of any STDs and while they were checking that I had them run a few other tests as well. He is low on almost everything.”

“Wait . . . you had him checked for sexually transmitted diseases?” I was aghast that my father would go so far.

“Of course. You two are intimate and I don’t want you contracting something.”

“Dad, you can’t just take my boyfriend and make him take those kinds of tests.” No wonder Kenta had looked so depressed.

“Think of it as a condition of his employment. He is perfectly clean and physically sound. My only concern is the malnutrition. The doctor said he was surprised that Kenta wasn’t sick more often. He needs more fruit and vegetables in his diet. I expect you to make sure he’s getting them.”

Staring at my father I slowly shook my head. “You realize that he already was tested for stds, right?”

Yoshiru raised an eyebrow at me. “When you had him in for the broken ribs? They only tested for the most common. I had him tested for everything.”

“E-everything?”

“Yes and now that that little issue is cleared up I can confidently tell your mother that gay sex is not going to kill you.” I suddenly felt light headed. “Though she is rather disappointed that she won’t be getting any grandchildren.”

“I-I better go check on Kenta. He hates doctors.”

“Mm yes. I could hear him cussing the doctor all the way out in the waiting room. It was quite amusing.”

I didn’t even know what to say to that. Heading out of the office I spotted Kenta in the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter his chin resting on his chest, his arms folded. It was a common posture to find him in when he was upset and thinking about something. I stood there for a moment wondering if he would notice me. Finally I walked up to him, lightly touching his shoulder. He didn’t move.

“Hey . . . Dad says the tests all came back clean-“

“Don’t give a shit. Ain’t been with nobody in three fucking years, could have told him if he’d fucking asked.” It was kind of cute to see him pouting and I couldn’t help but gather him up into my arms. It was still a shock when he didn’t push me away. He must be pretty upset, it made me feel bad.

“Hey it wasn’t that bad was it? At least now you know for sure right?”

“They stuck a fucking swab up my cock, you how fucking bad that hurts?”

“Yes I’ve had it done, Kenta. It is uncomfortable but necessary.”

“Fuck that. You’re the only guy I’ve ever been with and we used a condom both times.” He was getting more upset, his hands coming up to try and push me away.

“Shh, it’s fine, it’s over now. I know I’m clean so as long as we are faithful to each other we won’t have to do that again. Right?” That seemed to calm him down, he quit trying to push me away and I heard him sigh, the toned chest rising and falling slowly against me. I ran my fingers through the loose hair at the base of his neck then tugged the pony tail gently. “Dad is right, this is a good look for you.”

“Don’t fucking tease.”

There was a soft laugh from behind me and I felt Kenta jerk, but didn’t let him go.

“I’ll see you two later. Kenta, take good care of my son.” There was a soft ‘fuck you’ breathed into my shirt and I yanked his pony tail hard enough that it jerked his head back. “Ryuunosuke, don’t forget to call your mother.”

“Hai! I won’t! Bye Dad.”