The Bodyguard

When Chaco-san called them both to the table for dinner, Nakahira almost pretended that he wasn’t feeling well, but he didn’t want to worry Chaco-san since she wasn’t involved. He came out, looking a little gloomy but he tried to perk up so she wouldn’t ask. Nakahira spoke happily and laughed at her jokes, but inside, his insides kept turning at the thought that the man that had molested him earlier was sitting right next to him. Just his presence seemed to make him shiver, but he knew it was fear that he felt running through him, a type of nervous excitement that wasn’t quite the same as being afraid or petrified. As he continued to act as though he were fine, he began to wonder if he should tell Chaco-san. Maybe she would so something about it…No, she trusts him too much. She probably won’t believe me, he thought to himself as he ate. Chaco-san liked Seimei too much, and she wouldn’t believe him.

Suddenly, Semei’s phone rang and he excused himself from the table, going off into another room. Nakahira watched him a moment then glanced at Chaco-san. “Um…Madam…”

“Yes Nakahira?” She asked, glancing up from her empty plate.

“Um…its about Seimei…” he said quietly, unsure still if he should tell her. What would be better, keeping this kind of thing a secret, or telling her and have her get angry with him?

“How cruel…calling me, and then hanging up?” Seimei came back into the room, his phone in his hand. Nakahira glared at him, his anger rising again at him.

“Seimei, keep your phone turned off when we’re eating.” He ordered, putting a forkful in his mouth.

“Yes sir.” Seimei responded with a light tone and almost a smile, but then his phone rang again. “Oh, wait a minute…”

Seimei stepped out into the other room again. Nakahira glanced at his plate again as Chaco-san asked him what he wanted to say about Seimei. What was he doing, talking on the phone with Nisei all the time? What did they talk about, what was he doing now? Nakahira got up and excused himself from the table, taking his plate to the kitchen and then making his way around to the doorway to the living room where he could hear Seimei, though whatever Nisei as saying over the phone was inaudible from where he was standing. “…Don’t get the wrong idea Nisei. I’m not your sacrifice. You’re my fighter. And you seem to be overexcited today so I’ll forgive you. But if you continue these vulgar beatings, I’ll abandon you. Nisei…aren’t you going to say you’re sorry?”

As Nakahira listened, he could hear the anger and cruelty in Seimei’s voice. Seimei didn’t care about him actually apologizing, what he wanted was for Nisei in some way to amend himself for what he had done. Something hadn’t gone right with his plans, something Nisei had done. Nakahira heard him shut his phone and he snuck off away from the living room and towards the hallway to his room. He headed down it and shut himself in his room, not bothering to turn the light on before going over to his bed and lying on his back. What could have Nisei done to ruin Seimei’s plans? What were his plans? Nakahira knew that there was something wrong with Seimei’s younger brother. That much information had been given about him from the beginning, but other things like why he faked his own death and why he was running, remained a mystery. It was an odd idea to him. Seimei seemed undoubtedly devoted to his younger brother. He spoke rarely of him, and when he did, he seemed to have a look in his eyes that suggested more than brotherly love. Seimei seemed to have a look of longing, or need in his eyes when he spoke of him.

Nakahira shuddered and rolled over onto his side. He decided that thinking so much about Seimei wasn’t a good idea. There was too much to him to really take in and comprehend, too many secrets and too many lies hidden behind his words. Nakahira began to drift a little, and he dozed briefly. He could have sworn he dreamed something in that short time, but when a small noise woke him up, he blinked wearily and found he could only recall a few jumbled words. Turning over to maybe find the source of the noise before going back to sleep, he noticed something over on the other side of his room, by his door. The tall dark shadow gave him an uneasy feeling, though he knew he could just be imagining things. Keeping still, he waited for it to make some hint of life, some movement that could tell him whether he should panic or just curse himself for being so jumpy. His job as a bodyguard made him aware of everything, and thus, he was a light sleeper because of it. After a long while, he shifted slightly on the bed, acting as though he was asleep, and the figure moved. Frowning, he did it again and watched as it began to come closer and closer. Nakahira stayed frozen, until it got close enough before suddenly springing forward and pushing the hard body back and onto the floor. A vocal sound of surprise almost escaped the person and Nakahira quickly put his hands to the person’s neck to immobilize him. If they made one wrong move, Nakahira would squeeze his fingers, cutting off his airway and suffocating him before he could do anything. “Who are you?” Nakahira growled angrily.

“My, you are a light sleeper Nakahira-san…” Seimei breathed out a light chuckle as Nakahira growled.

He let go of him and stood up, turning on the light. “What are you doing sneaking into my room?”

Seimei only brushed himself off and gave a smile. “Chaco-san thought you were quiet during dinner, she thought I should check on you.”

“You’re lying,” Nakahira had had enough of Seimei at this point. He went over to his bed and sat down, sighing, “but if you’re telling the truth, then tell her that I wasn’t feeling well and decided I would go to bed early…”

He didn’t move and Nakahira looked up at him, waiting for him to leave, to move, to do something. The immobility that Seimei possessed making him even uneasier. “So you don’t completely doubt me…”

Nakahira growled and looked away. “I guess it’s the lesson my parents taught me. That there is always one chance for a person to have the benefit of the doubt.”

“I’m glad you had such understanding parents. Parents who would love you.” Seimei replied. He was now looking around the room and there was a moment of silence before he looked down at Nakahira. “Nakahira-san…do you know…”

There was a spark in the air, a feeling of uneasiness that crept over Nakahira and he raised his head, suddenly aware of this shift in energy, though not exactly able to pinpoint it. “Yes?”

Seimei looked at Nakahira a moment longer then away again and around the room. “Do you know what it means to love someone?”


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So, here's the next part of it. It's not much of a cliff hanger, but it's part of the next part I have typed up. I hope you all like it.

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