The Bodyguard

“‘Don’t be harsh with him, Nakahira, or else! Sei-san is just a normal human being like the rest of us’,” Nakahira tapped his cheek with the phone’s antennae as he glanced sidelong at the man on the couch reading a book, “is what she said. She thought you were still asleep…”

The raven-haired man looked up, amusement in his eyes and on his face, ears twitching a moment in irritation. Something Nakahira noticed right away. “Chaco-san is so mean. What does she think I’m going to do, sleep until noon? I abhor laziness…”

He stared at him a moment longer before going back to his book again. Seimei had lived in the house with them for months now, and Nakahira still wasn’t used to Seimei, his way of speaking, his way of processing. He didn’t think he ever could comprehend it, nor like it. “The Madam says you’re just a normal person…but you’re not normal, are you?”

Seimei glanced up at him and sighed, “Why Nakahira-san! I’m perfectly normal. I don’t understand why you constantly say things like that…” his ears twitched.

Another sign of irritation. Nakahira saw through his smile and amusement. That little movement of his ears showed that he did not approve of what was being said of him or what was going on, and it would only be seen by Nakahira. Chaco never caught on to Seimei and his hidden self, his hidden personality. But, only letting Nakahira see just the hidden malice and sadistically strategic side of himself, may have been for the best. Nakahira felt different things as a result of this; hate, irritation, suspicion, but above them all was fear. Nakahira’s fear was the thing that kept him from trying to get close to Seimei in the way Chaco had so readily accepted. It was this that kept him from exploring feelings that he wished he could never feel for the other man. Nakahira continued watching him out of the corner of his eyes, ears down as a sign of his own, of his thinking process.

Seimei looked up and his eyes met Nakahira’s, glinting with that same irritation that would cause his ears to twitch, but also with a knowing look. He knew what Nakahira was thinking, but kept it to himself and said. “If she’s not coming back until evening I guess we can take our time preparing. Does Chaco-san prefer a kimono?”

Nakahira felt shivers go down his spine as he brought the phone from his cheek and set it down on the table. “Yeah, I guess…you’ve sure got the spirit of good service today…”

Seimei sighed again and smiled, what would look, pleasantly to anyone else, but it sent another tremor of shivers down Nakahira’s back. “She provides for me after all. Clothing, food, shelter…everything. I know my place.”

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I don’t like it… Nakahira didn’t like how Seimei treated things, treated people the way he did. It’s all so fake, like he’s not really who he is. Chaco had taken him in, and never told Nakahira why she did or whether they had just met or had known each other for a long time. Of course he had never asked her, but he knew that she would tell him in time when she remembered to or when the subject came about. That was how older adults worked; Nakahira had discovered this a long while ago.

In the other room he could hear Seimei talking on the phone with Nisei. He always could tell it was Nisei. Seimei rarely had a call from anyone else. Nisei…who is he…Nakahira sighed as he finished making the tea and began to carry it into the next room. “It’s not my business who he is or what kind of a person he is to Seimei…” Still, even as he told himself this, he wanted to know, he wanted to know Seimei’s mind, his life, his thought process. He wanted to understand.

“…Oh, and Nisei, this phone is tapped. I hope that’s okay.” Seimei’s voice floated through the thin, sliding door and Nakahira paused, listening.

“You mean the old lady? Well now she’s nothing but fun, isn’t she?” Nisei was so loud, Nakahira could hear him through the door.

Nakahira frowned when he heard this from the phone and opened the door. “Don’t be so insulting, nobody’s tapping your phone!”

Seimei looked up at him curiously as he ended the call, “But Chaco-san was the one who gave it to me so naturally I assumed the phone was tapped…It’s really not?”

Nakahira sighed and set Seimei’s tea down a bit rougher than necessary, noticing Seimei had gone ahead and put on the kimono (1). He complained about it at first, thought it was uncomfortable. I had to help him put it on each time he went to wear it, but now he puts it on by himself. He seems comfortable with it now…Nakahira looked away from him. “It’s really not. And if you call Madam ‘the old lady’ one more time, I’ll be forced to, you know…”

He looked back at Seimei and saw his face calm and collected, but now his eyes were threatening as he replied with, “It was Nisei’s phrase, not mine.”

“Same difference,” Nakahira shot back as he turned, hands on knees, glaring at him, ears perking slightly. He was starting to get mad. “He’s your subordinate. You’re responsible for what he says. So shut him up.”

Seimei began putting his phone away, apparently done with it. “Nisei is not a subordinate. He’s my friend.”

Nakahira flattened his ears a bit and his fists tightened where they sat on his
knees. “If that’s how you talk to your friends, then…” he paused and was suddenly struck with the bravery to ask him, “What are you up to anyway? How longs this going to last?”

Seimei’s ears suddenly flattened against his skull and he turned, eyes dangerous and full of malice again as he sneered. “Don’t be cross Nakahira-san. Things are fine as they are. The Madam likes me so she keeps me here.” Nakahira shivered and his ears relaxed, drooping a little and resting against his head. This made Seimei’s smile grow and he continued. “She approves of my…work. And it’s none of your business.”

Nakahira watched him before looking down. When he looked back up, Seimei’s face had lightened up and seemed to be happy that he had submitted. Don’t think I’ve bowed to you yet! “The Madam is not a dangerous person, like you. And it pisses me off that she doesn’t see it…”

He could almost hear Seimei sigh. His appearance and voice relaxed slightly, but Nakahira could tell he was still irritated. “Really? Then I’m sorry to have offended…”

“You’re fake apologies piss me off too…” Nakahira interrupted.

Seimei glanced up at him, “That wasn’t fake! My word you’re suspicious! Having a safe house is a huge help to me right now. But it’s delaying the inevitable, a wanted man like me will soon be gone…I’m not worth your anger, but there’s not much I can do about it either. Why don’t we decide to get along? For now.”

Nakahira watched him pick up the cup of tea and drink from it. “That’s what I’m saying! I just don’t like the way your mind works. Your…thought process.”

Seimei’s eyes darted to Nakahira and for the first time in a while, the look in them was genuine. “I don’t dislike yours, Nakahira-san. I don’t dislike you, and that’s why I’m speaking with you so honestly.”

“You like me, but you don’t show it very well. You always seem mad or irritated with me.” That look softened and Nakahira shivered. It was scary, even scarier than some of the other looks Seimei had given him before. It scared him because he didn’t know if it was real or fake, and he felt a part of him want it to be real.

“I never said I like you…” Seimei set the cup down and leaned over to Nakahira, smiling softly, but it was also sly. He was up to something. “All I said is that I don’t dislike you. So I’m honest with you. Those times you speak of are when I hear something rude or mean being said about me. No one likes it when something mean is said about them do they?”

Nakahira leaned back lightly, not really wanting too much close contact with him. Curiosity compelled him though, to stay where he was, and push Seimei and see how far he could go before he got angry again. “You must be some sort of sadist…you…you seem to enjoy the fear you bring out in people. Or rather, the fear you bring out in me…” Nakahira stared, unmoving and keeping his hands clenched on his knees.

“Is that what you think?” He asked and suddenly he had Nakahira on the floor, on his back, staring up at Seimei in surprise, “you think I’m a sadist of some sort?”

“S-Seimei…?” Nakahira began pushing against him, trying to get Seimei off of him. “This isn’t funny!”

Seimei closed in on his face and their lips met in a kiss that sent shivers down Seimei’s body. As he struggled harder and harder, Seimei’s grip got stronger and stronger. “I’m not being funny Nakahira-san….”

That little whisper made Nakahira freeze and he looked up at Seimei, watching him, wondering what that feeling was that wanted this to be real, wanted this to be genuine, that wanted this to happen. He felt Seimei’s hands sliding down to the hem of his shirt then up his chest again, feeling his bare skin and giving him goose bumps. Nakahira pushed against him again. “S-Seimei…stop…”

Seimei’s eyes glinted and he leaned in, licking his ear lobe before biting it, sending more chills around his body. In an airy chuckle, Seimei whispered, “I just want you to like me more…”

Although the whisper was playful to Seimei, it came out as he meant it to, sadistically playful, scary. And it scared Nakahira to his core. He pressed harder against Seimei to get him off but he was well grounded and could hardly move himself. He gave up fighting with words, because Seimei wouldn’t listen, Nakahira knew that already. If Seimei wanted something, he would get it; Nakahira had witnessed this countless times. Nakahira clenched his fingers into a fist and shut his eyes tight, just waiting for Seimei to do it, for him to take what he wanted from Nakahira and break him, but Seimei paused his movements and seemed unsure to go on. So concentrated on his thoughts, Nakahira almost didn’t notice but when he did, he pressed against Seimei and almost became free but Seimei only lost his balance for a minute before righting himself again. “No Nakahira…you’re not getting away from me….”

Nakahira paused himself and looked up at Seimei. His voice was different, it was the same kind of hurtful thing that Seimei would say but the sound of it was different. Almost sad, or worried. Nakahira stared up at him a long while before Seimei closed in and kissed him. Grips and hard kisses became soft caresses and each kiss became a gentle touch of the lips. Nakahira shivered into it all and submitted easily, soon relaxing completely under him and before he knew it, he was kissing him back. His body started to warm to the kisses and Seimei must have felt it because it wasn’t long before he pulled back and lifted his shirt up, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest until he got to his nipples, taking one into his mouth and sucking on it softly. Just that small movement made Nakahira’s head spin. “S-Sei-…”

Nakahira stopped himself before that whisper made it out completely, suddenly realizing just what he was getting himself into. He pushed Seimei off of him and backed away as far as he could, panting and looking at the ground. “I-I have to go change…into…”

But he was up and gone before he finished his sentence, darting down the hall to his room. He opened the door and went inside quickly, slamming it shut behind him. On the other side, he could hear Chaco come in, call for Nakahira, and Seimei coming out to tell her where Nakahira was. His voice…his voice kills me…Nakahira thought as he listened to them talk, listened to the man he almost gave in to just minutes ago. A long time ago, when Seimei came into the house, Nakahira had been stricken with the desire to work as hard as he could to not get attached to Seimei. He didn’t think of any way he could get attached to him with how he acted, and yet, he knew he would have to work hard just to keep himself at a small distance from the man.

((Author Note: (1)I'm not sure what the exact name is for a man's formal wear in japan, so I called it a kimono for now. ))
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So This is my first one I've done in a while.
I had an idea to do one with Seimei and Nakahira for a while but never got the chance until now.
I'm not sure how good it is now, so please let me know if its worth posting the rest up.
Thank you :D