Tokyo Boys

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TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 23

Daisuke felt the man pushed off him and opened his eyes. The pervert fell back to the ground, still unsure what had happened. Moriyama grabbed Daisuke’s lapels.

“What are you doing?!”

“It’s just a blowjob…” Daisuke grumbled.

“That’s not what I mean,” the teacher raised his voice, pushing the boy harder against the wall. “What are you doing letting that pervert do this to you?!”

“Hey, who the hell are you?” the man asked, getting off the ground. “You need to wait for your turn, I paid good money for a double service!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Daisuke called out in anger. Now he was even deeper in trouble.

“You’re prostituting?” Moriyama-sensei stressed and his hand slipped.

Daisuke zipped up solemnly. “Well, there’s no point to deny now, is there?”

“Hey, hey what about my service?” The man interfered.

“Go away before I call the cops, this boy is underage!” Moriyama-sensei yelled at him.

Daisuke didn’t think he has ever seen his teacher so angry before. He was fuming. The client mumbled something and left.

“Why are you doing this, Hasabe-kun?” Moriyama asked. “Do you need money so desperately? Your parents don’t give you enough allowance? I don’t understand why you would do such a stupid thing. Not to mention illegal.”

Daisuke shrugged but remained silent.

“How long has this been going on?” the teacher continued to ask. “Is this why your grades had dropped?”

When no word came from the sulking teenager, he continued to probe. “Are your parents really abroad? If you don’t give me an explanation I will have to speak to your guardian.”

Daisuke felt the rage rising in his chest. He furrowed his brow. “They threw me out of the house, okay?” he finally spat in an irritated tone of voice. “My father found out I’m gay and disowned me.”

Moriyama-sensei looked at the teen, completely stunned. “When?”

Daisuke shrugged again. “About two months ago.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Moriyama asked in a softer voice.

“Because I don’t need your sympathy!” Daisuke raised his voice. “I can take care of myself…”

“By letting perverts touch you?!”

“They pay good money. I need to save for next year’s tuition. It’s not so cheap, you know.”

“And where are you staying? With the homeless people outside the train station?” the teacher kept inquiring.

Daisuke scratched his head and looked away. “I’m staying with some college friends… but I’ll be able to move out on my own soon enough.”

Moriyama-sensei grabbed the boy’s arm. “Well, let’s go pack your things.”

“What, what are you doing?” Daisuke tried to shake him away. “I need to get back to work.”

“Your work is over. I’m going to take you to my place.”

Daisuke stopped struggling. “Ah, you want to hire my services?” He smirked.

“Don’t make me hit you. I’m taking you to my place until I settle things with your parents.” The teacher started walking and dragged Daisuke behind him.

“Oh, I’m going to stay at your place for a looong time then…”

“Don’t have such small faith in your parents. I’m sure they care deeply for you.”

Daisuke laughed bitterly. “You don’t know my parents.”

Moriyama dragged Daisuke inside the coffee shop, explaining to the manager he was the boy’s homeroom teacher and that Daisuke would be quitting. He then dragged Daisuke to the table where his friend was still waiting for him. He apologized and explained he needed to leave.

“Who was that?” Daisuke asked as they left the coffee shop.

“A friend from college…” Moriyama-sensei revealed unwillingly.

“An old lover?” Daisuke persisted.

“Aren’t you astute?” The teacher didn’t turn to face the boy.

“I thought you were bi. And when I saw you in this coffee shop, I knew I was right.”

“That’s great, Hasabe. Now let’s go to pick up your stuff.”

“Do you want to adopt me, sensei?” Daisuke asked. “You can be my sugar daddy.”

“I’m not going to adopt you, I’m going to teach you some manners.” Moriyama said sternly.

Daisuke huffed in discontent. “Why did you come out looking for me anyway?”

“I wasn’t looking for you. I was looking for the restrooms! I’m glad I’ve found you though, or you would still be doing these things.” The teacher furrowed his brow and pushed his glasses.

~*~

The den was empty. At that hour everyone was either working or visiting a bar. The teacher looked around at the messy small apartment with disgust. Empty cans of beer and some cigarette butts were rolling on the floor.

“Have you been smoking and drinking with those college boys?” Moriyama-sensei asked and kicked away a piece of rolled joint that was only half smoked.

“I’m not speaking without a lawyer…” the boy quipped as he started packing his clothes, for the third time.

~*~

Moriyama-sensei lived in a four-story apartment building, a few train stations away from Shinjuku. Daisuke looked around in curiosity as he followed his teacher into the apartment.

“I’m home,” Moriyama-sensei said and Daisuke was disappointed to see the women shoes at the entrance.

“I see Tomiko is not home yet. It’s a good time to take a shower.” He took the heavy bag from the boy’s hands.

“Together?” Daisuke gave him a large, fake smile.

“No.” The teacher pushed him inside.

The apartment had a large living room that was combined with a small kitchen and a dining corner. Moriyama-sensei gave Daisuke a quick tour. Besides the master bedroom, there were two rooms that served as his and hers workrooms.

The color white dominated the apartment and made it look sophisticated, but with everything in place and the extreme neatness, it appeared a little like a museum. Daisuke could tell Moriyama-sensei loved art, the walls were covered with paintings in different styles.

The bathroom was also neat and white, with some lovely decoration and dried flowers that spread a pleasant scent in the room. Daisuke put his folded clothes on the laundry basket and started undressing. A quick glance in the mirror showed him he should visit the hairstylist soon. His hair had gotten longer and darker. Maybe now he could find the time, he thought as he started to undress. He took a quick shower and dressed up in the track suit he had prepared.

“Sensei?” he asked when he walked out, carrying his dirty clothes in his arm.

“Ah, Hasabe-kun, I’m over here,” Shouji called him from his workroom.

The workroom was small, with a large bookcase and a white leather armchair next to it. Shouji was sitting at his desk, working on his laptop. He glanced over at the teen. The boy looked tired and less lively than he had ever seen him before, Shouji thought. He gestured for the boy to sit down on the armchair and Daisuke followed obediently.

“I’m going to visit your parents tomorrow,” Shouji said. “When are they home?”

“It’s a waste of your time, sensei.” Daisuke tapped on the leather arm. “Honestly.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try. I’m sure your mother is worried about you, even if she fears your father.”

Daisuke snorted. “Right… she only worries about her fingernails and her hairstyle… though I’m sure my younger brother now suffers from her desire to have the perfect son…” The boy’s eyes wandered over the room and landed on a familiar painting.

It wasn’t that he had seen the painting before; it was just a weird sense of familiarity washing over his body when he looked at it. He got up wordlessly and crossed the room to look at the artwork. It was a gorgeous nocturnal skyline of Tokyo, done in soft oil colors with quick draws. He could only see the strokes when he stood close by. He spotted the signature. ‘Kaname Yuuto’.

“Yuu-chan…?” he asked in confusion and turned to look at his teacher. “Where did you get this?”

“Oh.” Shouji opened his mouth and closed it, remembering Yuuto had asked him not to tell Daisuke about his summer job at the gallery. “I… err, I asked Kaname-kun to give it to me.”

“I’ve never seen this one before… it’s amazing…” Daisuke touched the surface gently. “Yuu-chan doesn’t let anyone see his work… he’s way too unconfident about his skills.”

“Yes…” Shouji agreed and watched the tall teen carefully. “It’s kind of weird that you two are such good friends… your personalities are almost mirrored.”

“Just a little…” Daisuke smiled. “The truth is that I admire him… maybe’s he’s a little bit of a pushover, and totally clumsy… and he can’t even speak in front of people… but he knew what he wanted to do with himself since he was little and never lost sight of his goals.”

“Yes, he has some high goals.” Shouji smiled at the fond way in which Daisuke was talking about his friend. He didn’t think he has ever gotten to see Daisuke’s soft side.

They heard the door opened and Tomiko entering the apartment. Shouji got up to greet her and Daisuke followed him out of the room.

Tomiko looked different than Daisuke had remembered from the summer fireworks festival. She had her hair spread on her shoulders, wore an off-white business suit and looked quite fashionable. Daisuke continued to scrutinize her. She seemed to be in her mid to late twenties, and quite attractive. She just returned his look, without any greeting or acknowledgement.

“Who is that?” she asked, referring to Daisuke.

“Um, this is Hasabe Daisuke, he’s one of my students.” Shouji introduced them. “Hasabe-kun, this is my girlfriend, Iga Tomiko.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Daisuke bowed.

“Why did you bring your student here at this hour?” she asked slowly. “Don’t tell me we’re going to live through that all over again…”

That? Daisuke raised his eyebrow, turning his eyes to his teacher.

“No…” Shouji laughed awkwardly. “Um, Hasabe-kun is going to stay here for a little while… hm, hopefully just a little while, because-“

“What?” she cut him off. “What is this joke?”

“He has a little family problem,” Shouji said quietly. “Please don’t make a scene.”

“I’m making a scene? You’re bringing a kid home… your student! After that last experience we had with your student! You never learn do you?” She raised her voice, not caring that Daisuke was right there in the room with them.

Shouji cared, however. He asked Daisuke to go to his workroom and wait there. The teen obeyed and left for the room, closing the door behind him. He still put his ear against the door to eavesdrop.

“This is completely different.” Daisuke heard him say quietly.

“So what, you’re adopting him now?” He heard the woman scorn. “If I wanted a kid in the house I’d have a baby!”

“Oh, come on… what do you want me to do? Let him stay on the street? I’m his teacher, I need to take care of him.”

“How long will it take?”

“I don’t know… however long it will take.”

“Well, Shouji, I’m just not comfortable having a teenage male around… he also looks…”

Daisuke couldn’t hear what she was whispering to Moriyama-sensei, but he could guess what it was about. He walked away from the door and slumped on the armchair, crossing his legs. It was the first time he had felt unwanted, it was a strange feeling.

He could have carried on living in the den. He assumed the guys already noticed his note if they weren’t too high or drunk. And he could, instead of sitting in his teacher’s room and feel like a piece of outcast shit… well, he could have been getting a blowjob from a dirty old man…

Daisuke let out a bitter laughter. The boss was going to kill him for getting another customer beaten up. Would his pretty face help him escape a more serious punishment? He figured it was best to just disappear from that area.

He sighed. Yes, he envied Yuuto and his high goals. At least if he was aiming high, to be a professional basketball player, or a baseball player, an athlete, or even a model, he could have made something of himself. Living an independent glamorous life, with a sexy girlfriend hanging on his arm… it didn’t sound all that bad, but now it was too late. He didn’t even know if he was going to graduate from High School.

He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice his teacher entered the room.

“Hasabe-kun?” he asked and Daisuke opened his eyes.

“How’s your woman?” The boy got up.

“She left.” Shouji shrugged. “She’ll stay with a friend until we work things out.”

“I’m sorry,” Daisuke said sincerely. “I didn’t mean to get between you two… well, at least not like that, because of this…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you a futon ready.”

“I can go back to my friends’ place, it’s really okay,” the boy said.

“No, you’ll be staying here.” Shouji gave him a stern look. “What kind of a teacher I am if I let my underage student do this sort of thing?”

“Well, for starters, it has nothing to do with you…” Daisuke said quietly. “And what did Tomiko-san mean? About that?”

“Ah…” Shouji lowered his eyes. It was obviously a subject he didn’t want to discuss.

“Does it have anything to do about the rumors the girls spread about you before? Did you really have an affair with a student in Joshibi?” Daisuke wasn’t going to back down so easily.

Shouji clutched his fists. “No, I did not have an affair with a student.” He paused for a bit and looked at Daisuke. “But there was one student… she was sixteen years old… she was a great artist, and seemed like a nice, good girl,” he said quietly. “We had some conversations and later she confessed to me…”

“Oh…” Daisuke bit his lip.

“Of course I rejected her. But she started stalking me, sending me love letters and following me home… she even sent threat letters to Tomiko… she was completely obsessed.”

“That’s crazy…” Daisuke said, though he could understand it. Moriyama-sensei could drive him over the edge too. It was difficult to control his emotions and not become a complete stalker. “What happened?” he asked, curious. “Did you report her?”

“No, I did not. Even though Tomiko pressed on me to do that. The girl then sent me a letter that if I don’t reciprocate her feelings, she will kill herself. At which point, her grades were getting so bad and she was put on probation. It was terrible.”

“So did she kill herself?” Daisuke asked. He felt terrible about persuading sensei the way he did. If he had known about his past he wouldn’t have been as aggressive.

“At first she went to the headmaster and told him I raped her. I was called for a hearing but they believed me since I showed them the letter, and of course I could have asked Tomiko to show the threat letters she received… we only heard later that while we were having the hearing she committed suicide.”

“Ouch… I’m sorry, sensei…” Daisuke crooked his mouth. “I was completely insensitive all this time…”

“I’m glad you see the error of your ways,” Shouji said with a small smile. “Although I was bad too, letting you go a little far.”

“Because you’re attracted to me?” Daisuke flashed a smile at him.

Shouji smiled uncomfortably. “Well, I suppose I can’t deny I find you attractive, but this is as far as I’d go.” He waved his index finger when Daisuke attempted to move closer. “You’ll have to be satisfied with that, without turning psycho on me, okay?”

“Don’t worry, sensei… that’s as psycho as I get…” The boy rubbed the back of his head.

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