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Hayato leaned forward a bit more, and moved his hands to Ryuutaro's Yukata clutching the fabric of his clothes tightly.

"Thanks."

It's clear that while he himself did not believe the sentiment, that it meant a lot to hear him say it. It took him a few minutes to get himself together before he finally pulls back. His expression is solemn and maybe a bit numb. He needed to fall back a bit to how he used to be for this. He needed to separate himself from his emotions a bit more and hide behind a wall of anger. It would be difficult with Ryuutaro with him, it was a side of himself he had never let the other see. Hopefully it wouldn't be too bad. It wouldn't be long. Just long enough for him to deal with his father.

"Let's just... get this over with."

Ryuutaro found that to be a very fitting choice of words. And the sooner they got over with it, the better it would be. Ryuutaro couldn't wait until they were out of here. Seeing Hayato like this was just way too hard to stand, especially related to the one topic they could not ever understand each other's point of view on.

He nodded. "Sounds like the best plan."

Hayato took Ryuutaro's hand and led him through the halls to his dad's office. Though much to his chagrin they are interrupted as a few vaguely familiar pair of thugs leaving from his father's office catch sight of Hayato. There's a moment of whispering before they make an effort or standing in front of the pair, smirking as they take in the sight of the silverette.

Hayato grits his teeth and separates his hand from Ryuutaro's, placing it on his shoulder to gently push him a few steps back. This was exactly what he was afraid of, people recognizing him. While he didn't remember who they were specifically, he could tell they were rather low on the totem pole mafia-wise... and that he had probably beat the everliving shit out of them before. Hopefully he could get around this pretty quick...

"Well, well, lookit what we got here. the little oriental half-breed."

The other man snickered at the comment, "I thought the cunt-eyed-Italian was dead."

He twitched a bit at the nickname... been a while since he had heard that. Now he remembered why he hated this place. He simply growled a bit at the men."Fuck off, I don't have time for you shit-heads."

Unfortunately they didn't seem willing to relent, instead turned their attention to Ryuutaro, "Oh look, you got yourself a little chink bitch too, just like your daddy."

And Hayato went rigid, his cheeks red from anger, and his hands balled up into fists so tightly his knuckles were turning white. But he didn't say anything. He didn't want to drag this out. He just wanted to leave, but they continued. One reached forward and pulled the corners of Hayato's eyes back, obviously making fun of his Asian heritage.

"But if you want to match you gotta make your eyes look more like this!"

The teen was quick to push the guy off him, sending him into the opposing wall hard. The other man grabbed Hayato by his shirt collar and nearly lifted him off his feet.

"Oi, you still want to try that shit with us, you little punk!?"

Hayato's expression didn't show any fear. Rather, it looked hardened. His eyes seemed to glaze over, his jaw set and stern. Looks like slipping back into his street mindset would be easier than he thought it would.

"Try that shit. I dare you. If I could beatthe shit out of you when I was twelve, think what I could do to you now."

Naturally, Ryuutaro didn't understand a word of what these people said, but he didn't need to. He could hear the way they talked, see their ugly faces and know everything this was about. He was disgusted.

He knew Hayato wanted him to stay out of this, but it was hard. Seeing these people talk to him, let alone touch him, was hard to stand.
They didn't understand, couldn't understand and should really learn to know their place.
Them shortly looking at him was only making his anger boil some more.

He shot the guys a glare as his hand instinctively reached for his launcher. Anything more and he wouldn't be able to hold himself back anymore, he was just so angry.

Hearing Ryuutaro moving behind him, he glanced over his shoulder. Unfortunately he also noticed the guy he threw back getting back to his feet and reaching for his own weapon in response to Ryuutaro. As much as Hayato knew Ryuutaro's bey was useful, when it came to speed it would take far less time for this guy too land a bullet in the boy he loved than it would to get his bey going. So still keeping his cool he addressed Ryuutaro briefly.

"Hey, I told you I got this, alright?"

Bringing his attention back to the man holding him up, he slowly raised his hands the grab onto his wrist and start to squeeze... hard.

"I'll break your wrists."

The man tried to withstand the pain for a while, but it didn't take long before he pushed Hayato back and away, rubbing the newly forming dark bruises on his wrists. Hayato stumbled back, but didn't drop his guard, instead situating himself between Ryuutaro and the two men, glaring at them.

The man looked up from his wrists and glared at Hayato for a moment before just spitting on the boy's face.

"You're not even worth the effort of pulling a trigger."

And they started to walk off, done with their 'fun' for the day

The teen simply glared after them as he brought up his hand to wipe the saliva from his cheek.

Ryuutaro was practically shaking with anger as he walked up next to Hayato. He had rarely felt such a desire to hurt somebody before.
"Assholes...", he muttered under his breath and that alone was amazing enough. Ever since he and Hayato had met this was the first time he'd gotten vulgar. Usually his speech patterns were proper, even over-proper and oldfashioned, after all.

However, there was not much time left for anybody to be shocked over that as Ryuutaro spotted another figure down the hall.
It seems like the scene had been watched. Ryuutaro's eyes widened as he made out who the other person was. It seemed impossible enough.
At least it was safe to say that Nobuhiro Fukami had also yet to get over the shock of suddenly seeing his son in this of all places.

Well if there was anything to briefly shake him from his street mindset, it was that. With his clean hand he strokes Ryuutaro's cheek with a crooked smile.

"Ryuutaro, it's fine. It's how I grew up... I'm used to it."

Hayato was a bit taken aback by his boyfriend's shocked expression though. He followed his gaze to... oh god... of all the people he was so not up to seeing. He cringed and looked away from Nobuhiro... this... could not possibly get any worse... it was like he was being made to pay for being so happy with his boyfriend and actually going all the way with him. If that was the case we didn't regret nothing, but for once in his life he'd like to just have a really good day like that and not have to deal with a boatload of shit after.

Edited 2012-02-05 00:10 (UTC)

Ryuutaro did not think it justified a single thing. Not even in starting to. It was not fine, not even close to it and if it hadn't been for suddenly seeing his father Ryuutaro would probably have said a lot more about the matter.
But continuing the discussion with his father -could it really be him?-in front of them was probably a bad idea.
Ryuutaro stared some more. His father. In Italy. Of Hayato's world. It made no sense. What was the Author even thinking? What had they done to deserve this?

For a moment he was tempted to take Hayato's hand and just start running to god-knows-where, away from their families, the bullies, this place, everything.
His sanity told him to stay though, leaving his feed glued to the ground. They would not make it anywhere and when they'd be stopped they'd just look ridiculous.
It had still been a nice thought so.

Nobuhiro took a step forward, just as shocked by seeing his son in a country that wasn't even Japan. How did he get here? Did this idiot of boyfriend take him here, to a mafia house of all things?!
"What are you doing here?", he asked them firmly, concealing all confusion and anger perfectly well now.

Gokudera took a long, deep breath. Either this guy got sucked into the Author's little game at a fan-friggin'-tastic time, or the Author was just having fun playing god. Regardless, looks like he had some explaining to do.

"This is my father's house. I was 'requested' to be here." Disdain laced his words, but (for once) it wasn't directed at Nobuhiro and rather his own father. Clearly he was about as fond of the idea of being here as he was contracting the plague, "What about you?"

He had his suspicions that maybe Nobuhiro had tried to do a background check oh him and try to come up with a full blown argument as so why he was not allowed to date Ryuutaro... but he would give the guy a chance to tell his piece at least.

Well, Nobuhiro had gathered that much, but the thought of actually encountering Hayato at this place had seemed a really unlikely one up to know.
"Business."
He wasn't willing to give any more answer. It should be obvious enough, one man involved in organized crime and another ones house.
Nobuhiro's look turned even more sour a moment after though.
"Who allowed you to bring my son to such a place though?!"

Ryuutaro couldn't help but roll his eyes. He was spectacularly annoyed right now which was rare enough for him.
"Bring? Oh and I thought I had chosen to be alongside my boyfriend on my own."
He didn't even pay attention to sounding sweet or nice, the irony came out undisguised.

Hayato was far from his best as well. Dealing with his father had him on edge, and discovering that he was hated enough to remove every bit of evidence that he even existed in the house still weighed heavily on his shoulders. And now he had to deal with someone else's father that would gladly see him wiped off the planet. Part of him fell back into wondering what was wrong with him to make everyone hate him so much, while the other part just wanted to hit the nearest thing that made him angry and just forsake even trying in the future.

Unfortunately punching Nobuhiro was out of the question, but that didn't mean he was getting off easy on this. Hayato was at his limit, and he was damn tired of taking shit from everyone around him. He stepped forward

"Alright now you listen the fuck up- I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a rusty spoon then have to deal with the scumbag sitting in the other room. And I'm sure that he is going to elaborately tell me what a worthless screw-up I am far better than you will, so if you could just lay off me for one friggin' day I would appreciate it. Now excuse me a minute while I go wash the spit off my face from the last group who wanted to remind me that I'm a 'cunt-eyed Italian'."

And before he could even try to break off from Nobuhiro, the familiar sound of Hayato's father's voice rang from a few doors down speaking in his wobbly Japanese.

"Hayato. I trusted you to wander the house and be competent enough not to make yourself known to the house guests. You know it would be bad for business if news got out that you were back here." He turned to Nobuhiro obviously oblivious to the previous conversation, "I apologize on his behalf. If you will allow me a few minutes to deal with him and get this ordeal out of the way we can get to discussing business."

Ryuutaro couldn't remember ever having felt this miserable, angry and helpless. His fight with Daidouji had been close, but that had been another thing and it seemed so far away from everything that was happening now and here. It was merely a blurry memory.
Ryuutaro didn't know what to do and it was upsetting him. This feeling of helplessness was still unusual to him, even if it had become more common lately.

As Hayato's father appeared, both Ryuutaro and Nobuhiro turned to look at him.
Maybe it was better that he appeared before Nobuhiro had a chance to reply. The yakuza leader passed a slow nod in Hayato's father's direction.
"Take your time with this, it seems necessary."

And that was Ryuutaro letting out a huff and giving his father the most poisonous of glares.

Hayato's father turned and opened the door to his office to let Hayato in, but the teen planned to take his time. It was something he knew he needed to get over and done with, but he needed to prepare himself a bit. He turned to Ryuutaro with a weak, worried smile, and raised a hand to cup his cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. As helpless as Ryuutaro felt, Hayato knew he would just need him present or nearby to find the strength to get through this.

He leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, then turned to his father his expression hardening and he stepped into the office. His father held the door open for a moment wondering if, what he still assumed was a girl would be accompanying Hayato.

Ryuutaro thought about it quickly. Following inside would probably be horrible, but Hayato needed him right there and the other option was staying out here with his own father... So the decision was fairly simple.

He quietly just slipped inside together with Hayato, anxiously awaiting whatever conversation would follow now.

Hayato's father let the door close and walked in front of the boys beckoning to a set of chairs they could take a seat on, Hayato of course refuses to budge from his spot. He wasn't about to make himself comfortable in this shit-hole. Naturally, Hayato's father is the first to speak up- at least attempting to be inclusive to the young stranger he does so in Japanese.

"So, Hayato, are you planning to introduce me to your little friend?"

"No."

"How about what you have been up to? I heard you went to Japan. What reason could you possibly have to go there?"

"None of your damn business."

"Alright then, why are you here?"

"I used to live here, what other reason to I fucking need?"

The man was obviously starting to lose patience with his boy, as Hayato had clearly already lost it with him. Hoping the 'girl' would be more forthcoming with information he turned to Ryuutaro.

"How about you then? Do you have a name? Or has my boy here forbidden you from speaking to me?" He took a step closer to Ryuutaro, noticing the hickey on his neck. "It certainly seems that you two have been rather busy, haven't you?"

Without any real warning he grabs Ryuutaro's Yukata and pulls it open to get a better look at the mark, he didn't seem to care much about his child's sexual escapades judging by the bored tone, but then his eyes widen when he notices how flat Ryuutaro's chest is.

"You're a boy..." He whips his head to Hayato, his tone raised and his face taking on a harsh scowl, "Explain this immediately!"

Ryuutaro jerked back the exact second the hands made contact with his clothes, but it was too late already. As if he hadn't been irritated enough by every single of this man's words, this gave the final push for him to move several steps backwards, just disgusted to be in his presence as all.
And this was it. Now they were in trouble it seemed. Ryuutaro was a tiny bit scared, but more than anything he was growing angry. Ryuutaro was sick of being play-ball to adults in whatever opinions they had and whatever they wanted to do. This man had no right to comment on anything in Hayato's life, he was far beyond his grasp, as Ryuutaro thought.

He smiled a bit, but his eyes just short a glare. "I never claimed to be a girl, did I?"
... and he was still oblivious to why people mistook him for one...
"My name is Ryuutaro Fukami and I can talk to you just fine."
Whether he wanted to or not was up to him though.

Gokudera's first reaction was to get himself physically between Ryuutaro and his father, his next step was to get Ryuutaro somewhere safe... because he knew this wasn't going to end well for someone. If that wasn't made more apparent by the older man reaching for something in his suit jacket. Hayato pulled out his own weapons and looked over his shoulder at Ryuutaro.

"Ryuutaro, go outside with your dad. I'll take care of this."

Ryuutaro hesitated. Just leaving like this didn't sit well with him. He felt useless, he was worried for Hayato to stay in here alone... But from the vibes Hayato was radiating he got that staying inside here was also a bad idea.
He gave Hayato a firm look before slowly drifting out the door.

His father opened his mouth as soon as Ryuutaro appeared outside.

"Not a word...", he said rather darkly, but then added a smile, "please."
It was obvious that Ryuutaro would not open his mouth again until this situation was resolved.

Not a moment after Ryuutaro closed the door the two erupted in a shouting match, Hayato's father spewing every sort of derogatory term for his son's sexuality that he knew. There was an occasional yelp from Hayato, followed by more yelling by one or the other, though it was all in Italian.

Startled by the unusual amount of yelling from her father's office, Bianchi decided to see what was going on. She looked utterly perplexed to see a man and his... son? standing standing outside her father's office. It wasn't like him to make people wait in such a way. Especially Yakuza. He preferred to get them out of the house quickly... and she could have sworn that other voice... but no... that was impossible. She greeted the pair with a polite bow, "Hello, is something going on that I could help you with?"

Nobuhiro had placed a hand on Ryuutaro's shoulder to keep him from walking back inside the room (his son did look like he was about to explode after all), but Ryuutaro angrily pushed it away, clenching his fists tightly.

As Bianchi arrived Nobuhiro was fast to respond. "No, these seem to be private matters and we're fine just waiti-"

At which a fan was very violently pointed as Nobuhiro's face, almost more of a hit than a shush. He smiled at Bianchi... and it didn't look very friendly or real either.

"'Fine' might not be the correct word for it, but I agree with him. You can't help him with anything, I'm afraid. And you could only help me if you made this" - he pointed the fan to the door - "stop, but I don't suppose you can."
It was five times more blunt than he usually would be, but he wasn't in the mood for anything else right now.

Bianchi looked puzzled for a moment... help him... Hayato? That just couldn't be, he was in Japan with Tsuna and the Vongola... but that voice... and how did this boy know him? If it was indeed Hayato she would need to separate him and their father before they hurt each other, but she needed some answers first.

"If we are talking about the same 'him' then I would be more than willing to help, but first I would like to know why he is here and who you are to speak for him as such."

"If you are looking for a sufficient answer to the first question you might have to delay your rescue a bit. Might I suggest you just ask him that yourself?"

Honestly, he neither felt like making up lies at the moment nor like explaining the truth nobody would believe in.
His father seemed about to make another move to try and talk, so Ryuutaro cut him off again, his smile growing wider while his eyes remained dead serious.

"I'll gladly reply to your second question though. My name is Ryuutaro Fukami and I have the honour of calling him my boyfriend."
The fan snapped open in sync with the last word as he tilted his head. If Hayato's father already knew all damage had been done and Ryuutaro would not, under any circumstances, be ashamed of who he was and what they meant to each other.

Bianchi's eyes narrowed at the refusal to answer the first question. She didn't tolerate arrogance well, at least not when directed at her. However, the next statement completely switches her tone. Boyfriend? Sure, she had a feeling her brother might lean that way... but for him to actually find love? Her expression soften into a smile, and she took a pair of sun glasses from her pocket and put them on before turning to the door. She knew what this was about now at least, and she was more than happy to step in on her brother's behalf.

She peered back over her shoulder at Ryuutaro for a moment, "I would like to talk to you two about this further once this incident is ov-"

Just then there's the unmistakable sound of a gunshot, followed by a cry from Hayato. Bianchi's face went pale and she burst into the room. Hayato was on the floor holding a wound on his stomach, which was bleeding rapidly. He also was sporting a cut to his forehead where he had been struck with the butt of his father's gun, and a swollen cheek and bloody lip from taking a hit to the face. He shakily pulled his hand back to look at the blood in horror. Then looked up at his father looking shocked and crushed at the same time. Was he really that horrible of a person?

Bianchi quickly rushed to her brother's side and pressed his hand back against the injury, muttering to him in Italian to try and keep him calm. Hayato still kept his focus on his father, who didn't have so much as a scratch on him. While Hayato could have easily defended himself, he didn't even so much as draw his weapon against him.

After a mere moment that seemed like an eternity, Hayato's father finally spoke up, in Japanese to make sure all in room understood, "If that thing makes it through this, inform it that it is no longer any son of mine!" And with that he spat at Hayato's feet and stormed off.

Bianchi had half a mind to go after him, as she was clearly irate, but making sure Hayato was okay took priority. Hayato on the other hand seemed heartbroken and on the verge of tears... he... was being disowned? His head started to spin, and everything just seemed to hurt. The last thing he though before he blacked out if those were going to be the last words he would hear in his lifetime.

Ryuutaro couldn't fully tell up from down anymore. Somewhere along these events that happened way too fast and way too slow at the same time he heard himself screaming, but he couldn't fully estimate how loud or quiet it had been.
In a way it was worse than the first time he'd seen Hayato with a dangerous injury. Because this time he might have been able to do something. Why did he listen? He will still as selfish as always. He should never, never have left this room.
As Hayato's father stormed off he could feel the rush of air next to him and Ryuutaro knew he had never hated more in his entire life.
A second later, as his legs finally started to shake Ryuutaro rushed into the room himself, falling on his knees next to Hayato. He could feel his blood on his skin, again. If he lost him again, if that ever happened, Ryuutaro had a feeling that he would have to learn how to hurt and kill.
What was he even doing? He was letting Hayato be bloodied again and again, because of him, because of him. When had he gotten this weak that he couldn't even protect what meant most to him?

His own father stepped closer and somewhere through the mist in his mind Ryuutaro could hear himself shouting at him to get help and for once, for once do the right thing. He doesn't even notice anymore that his father actually leaves.
Ryuutaro doesn't notice much, except for Hayato. This felt and looked way too much like the time Hayato had died and fear was rushing through every bit of Ryuutaro's body and mind.
"...you're better than that... better than any of them... better than any piece of this world... so ... please..."

Bianchi was quick to peel off Hayato's shirt and press the fabric to the wound, to further halt the bleeding. She looked it over, concerned, but a bit relieved, "It didn't his anything vital."

Lightly she roused her brother enough to get him to hold it there, then fished around in her pocket for her cell phone. She was only on it for a few moments before having to pause the call to look at Ryuutaro.

"Fukami-kun, where are you and your father staying? I have a doctor but we need to get Hayato out of here now."

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This took me way too long.

it had feelings in it~

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I cried too much writing this >_>

/just all the snugging Ryuuryuu ;A;