The Fake Lover
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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3,424
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6
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Problem with Little Ones
The Fake Lover
Chapter Five
After spending the afternoon shrinking further back into the background than usual, Ohjiro made his way in through the front door of his family's home and headed straight for the kitchen. Only one thing could calm his quaking nerves after the day, and as he pulled a carton of milk from the fridge his younger brother Sazuki walked in.
"I've been reading over some magazines," Sazuki said, looking at Ohjiro just as he pulled the milk carton to his lips, making them both freeze. "Uh, you are going to use a glass, right?"
"O-Of course," Ohjiro stammered, putting the carton down and going to the cupboard for a glass.
"Anyway," Sazuki started again, “I read that a guy named Abarei is apparently the best designer for guys in dresses. He looks like a little girl though.”
“Really?” asked Ohjiro, glancing at his younger brother.
"Yeah, really," the boy said, pulling a magazine out and showing him a picture of a familiar man in a dress, "and his favourite model is his brother here."
"I guess all these famous people know each other," Ohjiro said with a slight smile, leaving a confused look on his brother's face.
"What do you mean?" Sazuki asked, tilting his head to the side lightly.
"I met a guy who looked just like him," replied the teen, tapping the photo that had been shown to him, "and he said he knew the singer Ikkaku."
"A lot of people say that they know famous people, though," Sazuki said, putting the magazine down.
"They do," mused Ohjiro thoughtfully, "but Ikkaku's son is in my class and they both knew each other."
“Really? Wow…”
The front door opening and shutting caught their attention, and little Orzone ran into the kitchen, as cheerful as ever. “We have a guest for dinner!” he exclaimed, just as Di and Daryl walked in behind him with some groceries.
Sazuki dropped the magazine and stared at one of the biggest rockstars in the world, standing in his family's kitchen. Ohjiro shrugged it off, though. He still couldn't believe that his dad was dating the Daryl, but the effect diminishes over time. The musician smiled over at the two boys. “Hey,” he told them.
“Hello again, Daryl,” Ohjiro replied with a smile. “So you’re eating dinner with all of us tonight?”
“Yeah… His idea,” Daryl said, pointing at Di.
Di just grinned back at him. “Yeah, well you had to meet all of them sometime. Our middle boy over there is Sazuki, the one that wants to dye his hair pink.”
Sazuki pouted slightly. “Actually, I want to dye it hot pink.”
"And I wanna do mine like yours!" said Orzone excitedly, smiling up at Daryl. Ohjiro laughed lightly; the kid was so excited even though he had no idea who he was.
Di reached out and ruffled the young boy’s hair lightly. "You wanna go play with your brothers?" he asked him.
"Okay!" he exclaimed excitedly and grabbed Sazuki and Ohjiro by their sleeves, trying to drag them out to the living room.
The teen looked back at his father longingly but saying nothing. He couldn't bring himself to tell his kid brother he would be bored out of his mind playing whichever board game he decided to drag out of the closet.
Di just smiled and waved at him as he was pulled away. “Cute kids,” the man heard his guest comment as they left the room.
“Yeah, they are…” The boys’ father smiled as he looked at Daryl. “I’m really glad I have them…”
"I wonder if they'll get along with mine."
***
"So I've been thinking," said Sazuki as he moved his piece around the board, "if you want me to not tell Dad about what you've been doing then I want you to convince him to let me dye my hair."
Ohjiro sighed in frustration. He had thought he'd bought their freedom after giving them pretty much everything that they wanted all weekend. He glanced back at their father in the kitchen and thought it over; what else could he do? It was either this or he gets found out. And what happens then? He never gets to be alone with Gerrard again, that's for sure. Still... The teen hung his head in submission. "I'll talk to him after dinner," he said, "and if it works then you're never allowed to tell a soul."
"Right," said Sazuki with a grin, "but good luck keeping Orzone quiet."
Ohjiro gave another sigh. Keeping Orzone quiet about all this was going to be a nightmare, a 24/7 job. In fact, just making sure that his youngest brother didn’t mention it was if he just kept an eye on him the whole entire time. In other words… he might as well just give up the charade now so that he could focus on keeping Orzone’s mouth shut, but then… Gerrard… “Argh,” the teen groaned. “I don’t think I can…”
Sazuki laughed, patting his older brother on the shoulder. "Glad to see you're starting to understand the futility of all this."
The teen stood and sighed. "I'm going to the bathroom," he told his brother and walked off, heading towards the bathroom right on the other side of the house to get that little bit of extra privacy.
He stood in front of the mirror and splashed some water over his face. Things were starting to get complicated quickly but through all of this there was only one thing he wanted. The one thing he's wanted for a long time now...
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small card. All it had on it was Gerrard's name and a phone number to reach him on. The teen had been staring at it most nights, and most nights he'd been tempted to call it. He took his phone from his other pocket and, after thinking a moment, input Gerrard's number.
There he was now, seconds away from calling him. All he had to do was press the connect button and he'd go right through. But, like every other night, this is where he hesitated. This is where he always backed out... but tonight a slip of the thumb pressed the button, and he could hear the soft humming of the ringing on the other line. Ohjiro gulped. It was now or never. And then… “Hello?”
Gerrard’s voice… Ohjiro held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello," the voice repeated, "who is this?"
"U-um, it's Aiko," the boy stammered into the phone.
"Oh, I was wondering if you were going to call me,” said the teen at the other end. "Were you wanting to go out again?"
Ohjiro felt his cheeks blush and a shiver ran down his spine. Just the mere sound of Gerrard's voice left him reeling. And now, with Gerrard, his greatest crush, the boy he'd been adoring from so far for so long, his dreams were finally happening.
"Miss Aiko?"
Ohjiro was shaken from his fantasy. This was still just a dream after all. Gerrard didn't like him, he liked Aiko. This was just one cruel, twisted reality after all. “I…”
“Is something wrong?” The genuine concern in Gerrard’s voice was enough to make Ohjiro start tearing up just a little.
It was time to wake up, though. He would never be able to see Gerrard as Aiko again if Orzone told someone, and just keeping his little brother quiet… “I-I can’t see you… ever again…” Ohjiro said quietly into the phone, feeling the wet tears on his cheeks.
"Oh," came Gerrard's reply after a moment later, his voice filled with disappointment, "I don't understand though, we had a great time together didn't we?"
Ohjiro leaned his head against the wall, his face wrought with a forlorn expression of guilt and sadness. "I'm sorry," he whispered to Gerrard and then, before waiting for a reply, placing the handset back into the receiver.
Chapter Five
After spending the afternoon shrinking further back into the background than usual, Ohjiro made his way in through the front door of his family's home and headed straight for the kitchen. Only one thing could calm his quaking nerves after the day, and as he pulled a carton of milk from the fridge his younger brother Sazuki walked in.
"I've been reading over some magazines," Sazuki said, looking at Ohjiro just as he pulled the milk carton to his lips, making them both freeze. "Uh, you are going to use a glass, right?"
"O-Of course," Ohjiro stammered, putting the carton down and going to the cupboard for a glass.
"Anyway," Sazuki started again, “I read that a guy named Abarei is apparently the best designer for guys in dresses. He looks like a little girl though.”
“Really?” asked Ohjiro, glancing at his younger brother.
"Yeah, really," the boy said, pulling a magazine out and showing him a picture of a familiar man in a dress, "and his favourite model is his brother here."
"I guess all these famous people know each other," Ohjiro said with a slight smile, leaving a confused look on his brother's face.
"What do you mean?" Sazuki asked, tilting his head to the side lightly.
"I met a guy who looked just like him," replied the teen, tapping the photo that had been shown to him, "and he said he knew the singer Ikkaku."
"A lot of people say that they know famous people, though," Sazuki said, putting the magazine down.
"They do," mused Ohjiro thoughtfully, "but Ikkaku's son is in my class and they both knew each other."
“Really? Wow…”
The front door opening and shutting caught their attention, and little Orzone ran into the kitchen, as cheerful as ever. “We have a guest for dinner!” he exclaimed, just as Di and Daryl walked in behind him with some groceries.
Sazuki dropped the magazine and stared at one of the biggest rockstars in the world, standing in his family's kitchen. Ohjiro shrugged it off, though. He still couldn't believe that his dad was dating the Daryl, but the effect diminishes over time. The musician smiled over at the two boys. “Hey,” he told them.
“Hello again, Daryl,” Ohjiro replied with a smile. “So you’re eating dinner with all of us tonight?”
“Yeah… His idea,” Daryl said, pointing at Di.
Di just grinned back at him. “Yeah, well you had to meet all of them sometime. Our middle boy over there is Sazuki, the one that wants to dye his hair pink.”
Sazuki pouted slightly. “Actually, I want to dye it hot pink.”
"And I wanna do mine like yours!" said Orzone excitedly, smiling up at Daryl. Ohjiro laughed lightly; the kid was so excited even though he had no idea who he was.
Di reached out and ruffled the young boy’s hair lightly. "You wanna go play with your brothers?" he asked him.
"Okay!" he exclaimed excitedly and grabbed Sazuki and Ohjiro by their sleeves, trying to drag them out to the living room.
The teen looked back at his father longingly but saying nothing. He couldn't bring himself to tell his kid brother he would be bored out of his mind playing whichever board game he decided to drag out of the closet.
Di just smiled and waved at him as he was pulled away. “Cute kids,” the man heard his guest comment as they left the room.
“Yeah, they are…” The boys’ father smiled as he looked at Daryl. “I’m really glad I have them…”
"I wonder if they'll get along with mine."
***
"So I've been thinking," said Sazuki as he moved his piece around the board, "if you want me to not tell Dad about what you've been doing then I want you to convince him to let me dye my hair."
Ohjiro sighed in frustration. He had thought he'd bought their freedom after giving them pretty much everything that they wanted all weekend. He glanced back at their father in the kitchen and thought it over; what else could he do? It was either this or he gets found out. And what happens then? He never gets to be alone with Gerrard again, that's for sure. Still... The teen hung his head in submission. "I'll talk to him after dinner," he said, "and if it works then you're never allowed to tell a soul."
"Right," said Sazuki with a grin, "but good luck keeping Orzone quiet."
Ohjiro gave another sigh. Keeping Orzone quiet about all this was going to be a nightmare, a 24/7 job. In fact, just making sure that his youngest brother didn’t mention it was if he just kept an eye on him the whole entire time. In other words… he might as well just give up the charade now so that he could focus on keeping Orzone’s mouth shut, but then… Gerrard… “Argh,” the teen groaned. “I don’t think I can…”
Sazuki laughed, patting his older brother on the shoulder. "Glad to see you're starting to understand the futility of all this."
The teen stood and sighed. "I'm going to the bathroom," he told his brother and walked off, heading towards the bathroom right on the other side of the house to get that little bit of extra privacy.
He stood in front of the mirror and splashed some water over his face. Things were starting to get complicated quickly but through all of this there was only one thing he wanted. The one thing he's wanted for a long time now...
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small card. All it had on it was Gerrard's name and a phone number to reach him on. The teen had been staring at it most nights, and most nights he'd been tempted to call it. He took his phone from his other pocket and, after thinking a moment, input Gerrard's number.
There he was now, seconds away from calling him. All he had to do was press the connect button and he'd go right through. But, like every other night, this is where he hesitated. This is where he always backed out... but tonight a slip of the thumb pressed the button, and he could hear the soft humming of the ringing on the other line. Ohjiro gulped. It was now or never. And then… “Hello?”
Gerrard’s voice… Ohjiro held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello," the voice repeated, "who is this?"
"U-um, it's Aiko," the boy stammered into the phone.
"Oh, I was wondering if you were going to call me,” said the teen at the other end. "Were you wanting to go out again?"
Ohjiro felt his cheeks blush and a shiver ran down his spine. Just the mere sound of Gerrard's voice left him reeling. And now, with Gerrard, his greatest crush, the boy he'd been adoring from so far for so long, his dreams were finally happening.
"Miss Aiko?"
Ohjiro was shaken from his fantasy. This was still just a dream after all. Gerrard didn't like him, he liked Aiko. This was just one cruel, twisted reality after all. “I…”
“Is something wrong?” The genuine concern in Gerrard’s voice was enough to make Ohjiro start tearing up just a little.
It was time to wake up, though. He would never be able to see Gerrard as Aiko again if Orzone told someone, and just keeping his little brother quiet… “I-I can’t see you… ever again…” Ohjiro said quietly into the phone, feeling the wet tears on his cheeks.
"Oh," came Gerrard's reply after a moment later, his voice filled with disappointment, "I don't understand though, we had a great time together didn't we?"
Ohjiro leaned his head against the wall, his face wrought with a forlorn expression of guilt and sadness. "I'm sorry," he whispered to Gerrard and then, before waiting for a reply, placing the handset back into the receiver.