The Bodyguard

Nakahira didn’t look up at Seimei at all during tea. He couldn’t stop thinking about Seimei, his hands on him, his voice, his kisses that he could still feel, could still imagine in his mind. He wanted it all to stop, all of it. He wanted to be able to sit up straight and proud and stare defiantly at Seimei. Nakahira wanted to show him that he hadn’t given in and let himself be crushed under Seimei’s weight, that crushing weight that seemed to surround Nakahira from all sides, then seemed to invade through him, crushing the very thing that he held most dear. His love and compassion. This was how it was all through tea until finally, the three of them separated to change and do as they pleased until dinner.



Wanting to be by himself, Nakahira began walking around out behind the house, staring at the ground until he paused and stared up at the sky. He’s a horrible person…a horrible sadistic person. Why do I want to know more? The more he pondered it the more he began to realize that, he never really hated him, but only had a distasteful curiosity for him, and had been denying it. He didn’t want to know someone so hurtful, he didn’t want to like him and so he found it was easier to try and hate him. And he almost did but something seemed to keep pulling him away from that direction, and keep him somewhat neutral, until his strength was stripped away from him and he no longer had a will to fight for that original goal. Now, he wanted to know him.



Nakahira heard something behind him and tilted his head until he could see who it was. Seimei stood a ways away and watched him, his mere presence breaking Nakahira’s silent moment. Seimei didn’t say anything and he didn’t look like he wanted to, so Nakahira turned and continued staring back up at the sky, trying to ignore Seimei. But his eyes were still on him and he could feel it. He hated this awkward silence and wanted to say something, ask what he wanted, demand to know why he did what he did, but he was afraid to. As much as he didn’t want to admit it.



“Sei-san…Nakahira…come here for a moment.”



Seimei glanced towards where Chaco had called from then to Nakahira before turning and walking around the side of the house to the front. Nakahira grudgingly followed behind him and they found Chaco kneeling down in front of the porch. “Yes?”



Chaco smiled up at them and from under the porch a small noise was heard. “Look. Shirokuro decided to have her kittens under the porch.”



Nakahira smiled and knelt down to see. “Cute! How many are there? Four?”



“Looks like four.” Seimei noted, but Nakahira ignored him, not wanting to pay attention to him at all, or really acknowledge him at all.



“ Wow…I was wondering where Shirokuro had gone…” Nakahira watched the kittens mewing and climbing all around their mother.



Chaco chuckled and said, “It’s her first birth so I was worried…but she seems pretty spry.”



“I wonder if we should get a box and take them inside,” Nakahira murmured.



“She’s on guard, so I think its better if we don’t touch them.” Nakahira’s ears twitched and he frowned when Seimei said that. Seimei’s voice alone was making him mad, making him remember earlier that day, in the tearoom.



Chaco smiled and said, “Good point I suppose…” She chuckled a bit when one of the kittens took a tumble off of Shirokuro and into another one.



Nakahira lay his head on the ground, watching Shirokuro still and he sighed, “What? Then how do we feed them?”



Seimei’s phone beeped and he took it out, checking it, his thumbs pressing buttons as he checked what was being sent to him. “If we leave food around here, they’ll eat it.”



Shirokuro looked to Nakahira and a small rumble escaped her throat. “Ohhh… you’re right…she’s kinda angry.” Seimei put his phone away and Nakahira glanced up at him and caught his eyes. His cheeks burned and he looked back to Shirokuro who let out a hiss. “Shirokuro, have you forgotten your owner?”



“Nakahira-kun, you shouldn’t peer at them too much. A mother will do unthinkable things if she thinks her children might get taken away. She’d kill them first.”



“Huh?” He lifted his head and looked at Seimei, noting the strange look he had on his face. Sad, a kind of sad nostalgia.



“In order to prevent her children from being taken. She’d kill and eat them.”



Chaco laughed and Nakahira jumped back, surprised that a sweet cat like Shirokuro was capable of doing something like that to her own children. He glanced at the chuckling Chaco then glared to Seimei before looking back down to the porch. Chaco stopped laughing and smiled, saying, “Sei-san is an encyclopedia!”



Seimei smiled at Chaco and then the same look returned as he looked down at the porch, “That’s the deepest kind of love. To do something like that.”



Nakahira grit his teeth, the same look of shock on his face, “You’ve got to be kidding. It’s horrible! It’s what beasts do, animals!”



A small smile then came to Seimei’s face and he nodded. “That’s right…beasts.”



The kittens had settled in and began suckling at Shirokuro for food, while Nakahira straightened and looked back to Seimei who had turned from Chaco-san and him and began going the other direction. Nakahira watched him, his words sending a chill down his spine as he watched him pause and stand there, waiting for something…waiting…like always. Chaco stood too and smiled. “Why don’t we leave them be for a while? Let’s have dinner.”



“Madam…”



“Today’s dinner is going to be chirashi sushi…” She murmured cheerfully as she began going inside.



Nakahira watched Seimei more, his eyes narrowing. “I can’t let my guard around that guy. He just seems…like he’s up to something.”



“Of course, I’m sure Sei-san has a thing of two up his sleeve. Sei-san is fighting one against six.”



“What?” Nakahira glanced to Chaco with a curious look. One against six? What kind of a fight was that?



Chaco continued walking towards the house. “Six of his colleagues are trying to kill Sei-san. Sad, isn’t it?”



Yes, sad…Nakahira idly thought then glanced towards Seimei.



“That’s why Sei-san is fighting back.” Chaco stopped walking and turned to Nakahira with a smile. “He’ll strike before they strike him. It’s elementary. He who makes the first move is victorious. Don’t forget that Nakahira.”



Nakahira watched Seimei who was listening to the conversation. “Six to one. Who’s the bad guy?” He looked to Chaco for answers.



“Who knows?” She said softly as she shrugged. “But if your opponent is mighty and focused, you can’t just lie down, can’t just give up, can you? There’s no right or wrong about it.”



He stood there in the middle of them, feeling a bit odd. He felt pity for Seimei now, and he understood a bit why he acted the way he did. Suddenly, the image of Seimei’s face, caring and loving came to his mind and he shook his head. Except for that. That was a fluke in Seimei’s normal behavior. “Madam, you and he think alike in that way. But I’m not like that.”



Chaco turned slightly and looked at him. “Hmm?”



“If it has to be a fight, instead of hitting the other guy first…I’d much rather be the one to get hit.”



Nakahira had been taught that by his parents from birth, that fighting wasn’t the only way around a problem or conflict. He was taught that the best way to avoid a fight was to first see if the other side was as interested in avoiding a fight as you were. If they were, then that was good. If not, then wait to get hit first before attacking in defense. Seimei took a small step forward, and then began to slowly walk forward, a small smile on his face that Nakahira couldn’t see, but could imagine he had on his face. “You’re strong Nakahira-san. Someone who hits first does so because he’s afraid of being hit. I’m a weakling and a coward, so I strike first, and when I strike, I kill.”



Those words should have scared or frightened Nakahira, but it only made him feel more interested in the man, and made him think more about the things that made him this way. He stared after Seimei as he walked off and as Chaco walked in the other direction. Glancing back at the house and going against better judgment, he followed Seimei around to the back of the house again. Nakahira followed silently, watching him as he took out his phone and punched out an email. “Who are you emailing?”



Seimei turned slowly. He looked at Nakahira a moment then put the phone away as the message was sent, a pleasant jingle coming from the phone as it did. “That is none of your business Nakahira-san.”



Nakahira sighed and looked down then, leaning against the side of the house. The sun was going down now, light rays of bright sun dancing across the clouds, sending a haze of color over everything. “I’m just trying to understand you more.”



Seimei turned his head and glanced to the sunset. Nakahira couldn’t help but think that it lit his face in an odd way. It was eerie and stony, but beautiful. Chilling, but pleasantly so. Seimei murmured, “I thought you didn’t like me, and my…thought process.”



He shrugged and looked over in the other direction from Seimei. “I said I didn’t like your thought process. I never said anything about you.”



Seimei was silent then and Nakahira didn’t turn his head or say anything either. His eyes were concentrated on one point off in the distance, training to stay on that point rather than Seimei. Soon, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, his ears tipping a little, until something warm suddenly washed over them. “Thank you Nakahira-san…”



He jumped and suddenly looked up at Seimei who was towering over him with a smile on his face, that one that scared Nakahira in the way Seimei wanted, but under it there was a different kind of smile. Nakahira backed away, edging along the wall as he whispered out, “S-Seimei…”



He stopped Nakahira by placing two hands on both sides of his head and boxing him in one spot on the side of the house. Unable to help but look up into his eyes, he stared into them, his cold, and black eyes, captivated by them. He was aware of Seimei’s hands closing in on his neck, sliding cold fingers over it to the back of his neck at the nape of his hair, making him shiver. “That was a kind thing to say…”



Nakahira wanted to say ‘I’m sure you liked the compliment’, but his mind was lost in the fingers massaging and playing with the nape of his neck. He sighed shakily and flattened his ears as Seimei was leaning forward to nip at them. “S-Stop Seimei…”



“I won’t…” He whispered and managed to nibble on the ear a bit.



“I h-hate you…” Nakahira whispered and pressed against the wall more. This gave Seimei the opportunity to press against him and he did, making Nakahira gasp. “Stop…”



Seimei chuckled and it came out soft and breathless. “You just said you liked me…didn’t you? Why do you want me to stop?”



Nakahira’s hands shot up and he pushed against Seimei’s shoulders, forcing him away from him. He panted and stared at the ground as he whispered, “I…I didn’t say that! I said I didn’t like your thought process. I never said I liked you…or disliked you.”



Seimei stood there a moment then took the hands that were on his shoulders and gripped them tightly, lifting Nakahira so he was up against the wall and pinned there. “So then…you’re undecided.”



Looking at Seimei wide eyed he looked again into those captivating black eyes. “N-No…maybe…”



They were hypnotizing, those black eyes. They seemed to dare Nakahira to object to Seimei’s suggestion, but he refused to listen to them. He wanted to defy Seimei, and let him know that any of this, was just a fluke, and that he could never feel anything for him. Even though he had realized what he wanted was to find more about him, he wouldn’t give in, and be his. He would never belong to this man. Seimei seemed to know how he felt, and knew the kind of defense mechanism Nakahira was creating around himself. This seemed to irritate Seimei a bit. It was all fun and games to him, and he knew if he didn’t do things right, he would lose. He pressed into him again and whispered, “It sounds like it…it sounds like that is how you feel…”



Nakahira shook his head urgently and pressed his wrists against Seimei’s hands, his face heating up as he leaned in, nipping softly at Nakahira’s neck. “No!”



“Nakahira-,” Seimei began but was cut off when Nakahira pushed him away and darted from him. He looked at him, almost hurt, and that look confused Nakahira. He quickly looked away, not wanting to look at that face that almost showed even the possibility of care for him.



“Stay away from me Seimei!” He ordered, knowing that Seimei wouldn’t like it or even obey, but he didn’t care either way. He hated feeling this way, and over Seimei of all people. His cheeks hot, his body almost as hot. This much over that?! He thought to himself and turned around, shivering. Seimei took a few steps to him but he didn’t turn or yell he only ran around to the front of the house and inside, heading into his room where he slammed the door and headed for his bed. He curled up there and sighed, shaking and shivering, tears in his eyes. “Dammit…”



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So this is not really my favorite fanfiction, but I still do like it. I hope you enjoy what i have up and PLEASE let me know if it\'s bad or not. I really dont like writing stories that are no good and if it isn\'t, i would like to know. more to come :D



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