FOLLOWER ~a spider's scheme~
Who is being hurt more in this place?
[pain and anger; sorrow and fear]
Aiji closed his eyes and let the boy pleasure him. They weren't
going to do anything serious, anyway. This club resented
customers doing things better reserved for hotel rooms in their
booths. It wasn't as though Aiji wanted to. The boy was too
young. True, he might look a little like Kirito, but that was
where all the resemblance end. In terms of being openly
affectionate, the normal Kirito outside the bedroom was as good
as a statue. Therefore, hugging him was like hugging a corpse.
*Talk about that bugger, and he appears. Darnit.*
Aiji opened his eyes and stared at the person who was currently
occupying his mind, annoyed.
"I want to talk to you."
The guitarist shrugged. "Then talk. I'm not stopping you."
Aiji sighed, sounding annoyed. "Fine. Whatever." He stood up, and
the boy protested, but quietened down after Aiji promised him
that he would be back. Kirito noticed that the boy actually
looked a little like himself and for a moment, he was confused
over what Aiji actually wanted.
After the two had left the pub, Aiji stood leaning against the
wall outside, smoking a cigarette lazily. The tendrils of smoke
drifted from the glowing end of his cigarette and he blew out a
stream of milky white smoke to join the rest swirling about in
the still air.
"What is it that you want, Kirito? I have company waiting for
"I'm sorry about what had happened in the past few weeks."
"What? What happened? Nothing happened to me..."
Kirito blinked, then reached out to touch Aiji's face gently. The
latter didn't flinch at the action. He only gazed back at Kirito
evenly, boredom written all over his face.
"Please forgive me."
"You are asking the wrong person, Kirito-sama." Aiji smirked,
then stamped out his cigarette.
"I know he can hear me."
Aiji shrugged. "Don't ask me. I wouldn't know. I'm not him."
"Please return him to me."
"I never took him away, Kirito-sama. He took himself away. I know
he's going to hate me for saying this, but he loved you too much
to accept the fact that you treated him as nothing more than a
"I know it's my fault that all these happened."
"Too late, Kirito-sama. Damage is done."
"It can be repaired."
"Oh wow. Now leader-sama is Dr. Love? What do you know about
mending broken hearts?"
Kirito only smiled, and it looked surprisingly beautiful for
someone who never raised the corners of his lips. "I know nothing
about mending broken hearts... but I know how to mend Aiji's
The other snorted. "Oh really. Try it? I doubt that it will
"Are you willing to risk it? You might never return again."
Aiji shrugged. "I don't really care. I've never really lived
before, either, so it really didn't matter if I return or not."
Then the guitarist's eyes softened and he smiled gently. "I only
want Aiji to be happy. He's too fragile... and has been hurt too
many times. He needs someone who can love him tenderly."
"Hah. You know that and you still hurt him eventually."
"I was wrong... I thought- I thought I could never fall in love,
because falling in love can only be done by humans and I'm not
human in that aspect."
"Yet," Kirito continued, and Aiji watched him quietly with a
small smile on his lips. "Someone has made me realised that I can
love. And that loving is not necessarily wrong. And that I am
human and fallible too."
"So I only came here to tell you one thing."
"Which is?" Aiji raised an eyebrow. Kirito was talking too much
and taking far too long to get to the point.
"I love you, Aiji." Kirito breathed in deeply. "I have always
loved you. I don't know whether you can hear me or not, but all I
want to tell you is that I'll still love you even after you're
"Because my heart only has space for one person."
"And only you can occupy it."
"I will never allow another person to replace it."
Aiji smiled, a sweet-sad smile before his eyes rolled up in his
head and he collapsed gently at Kirito's feet. Kirito reached
down and carried him, looping Aiji's arms around his neck. The
guitarist looked so fragile lying in his arms that he wanted to
hold him close to himself forever, like the glass figurines he
kept at home. Aiji was his. And he belonged only to him. Even if
he was a toy, he would be Kirito's toy and no other's. Nobody
else would be allowed to touch him.
The vocalist smiled at the sleeping man, holding him close.
"Okaeri nasai, Aiji."
End: Part VI.I
Date completed: 251101
Last revised: 161201
~to be continued~
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