Tokyo Boys

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TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 18


It was still hot outside in September. Sometimes the outskirts of a typhoon brushed the city with heavy rain and strong winds. Daisuke was studying hard, determined to show the teacher his worth. The teacher didn’t touch him again since that time in his office. Daisuke didn’t pressure him. He knew he had already made the first important breach in the shell that surrounded the teacher. As part of his plan to conquer, he even reduced his trips to Shinjuku dramatically. His friends kept emailing him, and he answered with excuses. School made it easier.

The truth was, that the one-time hand job from Moriyama-sensei felt better than fucking a random guy whose face he couldn’t even see in the dark.

He was also able to spend more time with Yuuto, although most of their hangout concluded with studying and doing homework together.

~*~

Despite the typhoon warning, the sky was bright blue and the sun was shining. Yuuto had hoped the typhoon would cause the cancellation of the scheduled school marathon, but the clear weather had spoiled his hopes and he had no choice but change into the PE uniforms.

His class was sent to the gates of the school and he lumbered behind his classmates.

“Kaname-kun, are you okay?” Midori stopped next to him.

He lifted his head and smiled at her, nodding slightly.

“Hope we all have a nice run today!” She smiled brightly. “Where’s Hasabe-kun?”

“Ah… probably…” Yuuto shrugged, lowering his head. “In the bathroom…”

“Ah… well, since it’s Hasabe-kun, he’ll probably catch up with us in no time…” She smiled again and quickly returned to her friends, leaving Yuuto behind.

~*~

Daisuke, dressed in white t-shirt and the school’s red sweatpants, stepped out to the open roof. Moriyama-sensei, who was leaning on the railing and smoking, turned around when he heard the door.

“What are you doing here?” he asked when he saw his student approaching him.

“Just dropped by to say hello.” Daisuke smiled and leaned on the railing as well.

“Your class is already at the gate. You should go.”

“I have no problem if they start without me…” He stepped closer to the teacher. “I’ll catch up with them later…”

Moriyama-sensei pushed Daisuke away and took a step back. “Well, you’ve said your hello, you can go now…” He took a nervous drag from his cigarette. His eyes scanned the school yard to the gate. Most of the students had already left.

“Isn’t Kaname-kun waiting for you?” he asked when he spotted Yuuto near the gate, the last of his class.

“No, he just hates running…” Daisuke glanced over to the gate where Yuuto was making hesitant steps.

The next class was already passing him. He spotted Mashiba breaking from the class and walking towards Yuuto.


“Yo~” Mashiba stopped next to the shorter boy. “Aren’t you Hasabe’s little friend?”

Yuuto looked up and made a face when he recognized Mashiba.

“You know, it’s polite to greet back when someone is greeting you…” Mashiba scoffed.

Yuuto didn’t say a word, just started walking again towards the gate, but the other boy was on his tail.


“Sorry, sensei… I’ll be back later…” Daisuke bowed and left Moriyama-sensei on the roof.


“Wait up… I just want to talk to you…” Mashiba grabbed Yuuto’s shoulder and forced him to turn around roughly.

The other students passed them and started the run, without giving them a second look.

“Hasabe keeps ignoring me… is it because of you?” he asked, his eyes skimmed over Yuuto’s body. “You’re like a little shrimp… I don’t get it…”

Yuuto swallowed and furrowed his brows. He wanted to retort but his tongue felt like a heavy rock inside his mouth. He forced his legs to move. He needed to get away from that person. He started running without looking back.

“Hey, wait! I just want to ask you something…” Mashiba called out behind him.

“Mashiba!” Daisuke yelled behind him.

When Mashiba turned around, Daisuke grabbed his shirt with both hands, almost lifting him from the ground. “Stay away from Yuu-chan,” he growled.

“We were just talking…” Mashiba tried to squirm away from Daisuke’s hold. “Don’t get all angry—“

“You don’t want to see me really angry, Mashiba. If you get near him again I’m going to kill you, I mean it.” He released the shorter boy with a shove and he nearly lost his footing.

“Geez…” Mashiba brushed his clothes. “Fine, chill out man…”

Daisuke gave him one last glare and started running. He caught up quickly with Yuuto.

“Yuu-chan~” he smiled and startled the boy.

“Ahh…” Yuuto looked at him, then looked back. He saw Mashiba in the distance, with a few other students from his class. At least he was far enough.

“Did Mashiba do anything to you?” Daisuke asked.

“Huh? No… he just wanted to ask about you…” Yuuto said quietly.

“Let me know if he comes anywhere near you again.”

Yuuto nodded.

“Yuu-chan,” Daisuke said quietly.

“What?” Yuuto raised his head to his friend.

“You can run pretty fast when you want to…” Daisuke grinned.

~*~

The rain started only in the evening. After dinner, Daisuke and Akira were allowed an hour of warring on the playstation. Their father was also in the living room, reading, while their mother was busy folding laundry, glad she managed to take it down before the storm started.

Daisuke easily defeated his brother shortly after the two started playing and the younger boy threw the controller on the ground in anger.

“Damn it!” he cussed in anger.

“Akira,” his mother gently reminded him he was not alone in the room.

“You suck…” Daisuke teased him. “I bet even a girl could kick your ass…”

“Shut up!” Akira frowned.

“Akira!” his mother raised her voice. “Watch your mouth.”

“Why do you always scold me? He started it!” Akira glowered at his mother.

“You need to be polite to your older brother,” she said.

Akira leaned back on the table and crossed his arms in anger. “I don’t want to.”

“Akira,” his father intervened. “Don’t be rude to your mother.”

The boy jumped to his feet. “Why are you all against me??” he asked, his face flushed in anger.

“Geez, Aki, chill out. It was just a game…” Daisuke got up and brushed his shorts. “You’re making a scene like a girl.”

“Shut up, homo!” the boy blurted at him.

“Akira!!” both his parents yelled in anger.

Daisuke eyed his younger brother and remained silent.

“I saw you… making out with a boy in public! Faggot!” Akira continued to slur at his older brother, his eyes watering. “And going to that gay club! I know all about it!” His face was all red and he looked deeply upset. Daisuke bit his lips and glanced at his father.

Hasabe Masahiro was usually a calm man, in business and at home. He knew that blowing his top was not productive and only wasted energy. But he was also intolerant of foolish behavior, whether it was the people who worked under him responsible for it, or his sons.

He grabbed his younger son’s arm, almost twisting it, turned the boy to him and slapped him hard with his free hand. The boy fell to the floor and rubbed his aching cheek. He tried to control his tears.

“Don’t you ever make such lies about your brother,” the father said in anger. “Don’t ever tell lies.”

“I’m not lying!!” Akira cried, unable to hold his tears anymore. “I saw him at the arcade! Kissing a guy…” Akira stopped sniveling when his father picked him up from the floor, ready to give him another good slap.

“Stop, dad.” Daisuke grabbed his father’s arm before he could hit the young boy again. “He’s telling the truth…”

“Daisuke…” his mother whispered, looking stunned. “Don’t…” she tried to dissuade him from admitting anything.

His father looked at him with a stern face, still holding his younger son tightly. Daisuke took a step back.

“I fooled around with boys…” He shrugged, ignoring his mother. “Because girls didn’t want to… you know, it was just in good spirits… I wanted to have fun.” He of course, failed to mention hanging out with college boys, smoking pot, drinking, clubbing, seducing older men, including his homeroom teacher. What his father didn’t know couldn’t hurt. Or so he thought.

“Get out,” his father spat.

“What?” Daisuke looked at him.

“I said get out. I don’t want to see you again in this house.” His father’s voice was cold and menacing.

“Are you throwing me out?” Daisuke asked. He thought he was going to be slapped like Akira, maybe grounded for a while, but it seemed like being gay was a greater sin than lying in his father’s mind.

“You’re dishonoring the family. Don’t ever come back here. You’re not my son.”

Daisuke looked at him, clenching his jaw. That was it? Did his father just disown him? He turned to look at his mother. She was watching them tacitly, although he could see tears in her eyes.

“You’re not going to say anything?” he asked her. “Why don’t you ever stand up to him? Don’t you remember when you used to be more successful than him?”

“Get out.” His father raised his voice. “Or I will kill you, I swear.”

Daisuke gave his mother another look and turned to walk away without a word.

“Wait, brother!!” Akira got up to his feet. He was crying bitterly and clung to his father’s arm. “I lied, it was all a lie!! You can hit me, dad…”

Masahiro just shoved the young boy away from him, as though he was a mere nuisance.

“Don’t worry, Aki. It’s okay… I’m not ashamed of who I am.” Daisuke waved his hand at his brother without looking back. “Actually I’ve been dying to get out of this shitty house…”

He put on his shoes, wondering if his parents would allow him to pack his stuff. Or was it not his stuff anymore? A thunder exploded outside, reminding him of the inclement weather. He shrugged and put on his sneakers, before walking out to the pouring rain in his sleep gear. His mother didn’t run after him with a raincoat or an umbrella.

‘It’s too damn bad I already had a shower…’ he thought, amused that this was the only thought that bothered him at the moment.

Naturally, his legs led him to Yuuto’s house.

~*~

Yuuto was surprised to hear the door bell at such a late hour in the evening, let alone when the storm was raging outside. He left his pen as a bookmark in his text book and went to open.

He was even more surprised to see it was Daisuke in the doorway, smiling at him, dripping wet from head to toe and wearing nothing but an undershirt, boxers and sneakers.

"Are you in your pajamas?" Yuuto asked and stepped over to the kitchen, bringing Daisuke a clean towel.

"Can I stay over tonight?" Daisuke asked as he kicked his shoes off and started drying his hair.

"Of course... I’ll get the bath ready for you…" Yuuto turned away.

"Actually..." Daisuke stopped him. "For a few nights..."

Yuuto turned back to his friend, with a raised eyebrow. "What happened?"

"Is your mother home?" Daisuke peered carefully into the kitchen.

Yuuto shook his head for no.

"My father kicked me out of the house..." Daisuke said quietly.

"What??!" The boy was stunned. "What happened?"

Daisuke shrugged. "He found out that I did boys... I guess that was the last straw for him."

Yuuto closed his mouth. He wasn't sure what to say. He knew Daisuke's father and feared him. He could definitely see him telling his own son coldly to leave and never return.

"What are you going to do?" his voice broke as tears blocked his throat.

Daisuke put his hand on the boy's head. "Don't cry Yuu-chan, I'll be fine... I can take care of myself."

"What about school?" Yuuto couldn't stop the tears that streamed down his cheeks.

"I’ll need to sneak back tomorrow to steal my uniform... as this is my entire possession in the world now..." he said, gesturing at the soaked clothes on his body. "I guess I'll have to find a job... instead of going to play in the art club..."

“For now, you better take a bath…” Yuuto took the towel from Daisuke’s hands and brushed it over Daisuke’s neck, catching the drops that threatened to fall from under his chin.

Daisuke followed him to the bathroom obediently, apologizing for the wet trail he left behind.

“Yuu-chan,” he said softly before taking off his undershirt. "Don't tell anyone about this, okay? Not your mother and especially not Moriyama-sensei."

Yuuto nodded and went to the clean laundry basket. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything your size to wear…” He picked up one of his boxers, checking it out. “It might be a tight fit…”

“It’ll do, thanks.” Daisuke was about to take off his wet boxers.

Yuuto blushed and left the room quickly.

He went up to his room and cleared up his table from the textbooks. Then, he opened his desk’s drawer, where he kept his savings from the summer job. He took out the money and collected the bills.


“Thank you for the bath, it was great.” Daisuke walked into Yuuto’s room.

Yuuto turned around and almost burst into laughter when he saw his boxers tight as briefs on Daisuke’s body.

Daisuke pulled at them and Yuuto took the chance to hand him the money. “This should help you get some clothes and stuff…” he said.

“Are you giving me all your annual allowance?” Daisuke looked at the bills. “That’s a lot of money.”

“It’s okay…” Yuuto mumbled. “I don’t… I don’t need it…”

“I can’t take this.” Daisuke grabbed Yuuto’s hand and put the money back in his palm.

“No, it’s okay…” Yuuto wiped his eyes and reached out again. “You can take it. Just don’t drop out… please…”

“I don’t know, Yuu-chan… I’ll have to worry about the tuition fees from now on…” Daisuke sighed as he sat down on the tatami floor. “Shit… I even left my cigarettes in my room… I could really use one right now…” He kicked his leg in the air. “If my mom cleans my room, she’ll find them…” He started laughing. “Boy am I glad I won’t be home when that happens…” His laughter faded. “Ah, shit…”

“Daisuke…” Yuuto kneeled before him, the bills still in his right hand. He rested his free hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I’ll do whatever I can to help…”

“Thank you, Yuu-chan…” Daisuke pulled his friend into him, hugging him. “I appreciate it.”

They remained that way for a while. Yuuto smoothed Daisuke’s hair, trying to comfort him, even though Daisuke’s face remained sealed.

“We should go to sleep…” he said quietly after a beat.

Daisuke freed him and Yuuto returned the savings box to his drawer, before opening his closet and taking out two futons. They spread them on the floor silently and lay down.

Daisuke rested his head on his hands and looked at the ceiling.

“I’ll need to get some clothes from the house… and my uniform. Just to start out,” he pondered out loud.

“Can’t you…” Yuuto hesitated. “Ask you mother? Surely she would help you…”

“No, I don’t want to see her…” Daisuke frowned. “She didn’t even say anything, she just stood there and watched… terrified of the old man. Stupid bitch.”

“Don’t talk that way about your mother!”

“She’s not my mother anymore… remember?” Daisuke turned on his side. “Good night, Yuu-chan.”

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