Title : Of Soyu and Secret
Chapter : 1/1 Oneshot
Author : Hotaru M. (ikick_hotaru)
Fandom : Alice Nine
Pairing : Tora x Saga
Genre : ok it's fluff
Rating : R
Beta reader : akichuu
Disclaimer : I hate writing disclaimers because everyone knows I don't own them. but the story is hell mine, of course.
A/N : hell yeah, this is english version of my fanfic which's written in Bahasa entitled "Secret". I improved the story a lot so it might not be the same with the original one XD I was having so much fun when writing this one so I hope you guys enjoy reading it too.

Summary : I have a secret. It's about my brother and I.

Of Soyu and Secret
( 1/1 )

“Takashi, can you go to the minimarket and buy soyu?” My mom shouted from the kitchen.

I was playing with my playstation; console in my hands, a pillow on my lap. To hear Mom giving me that order made me grumble in my mind. Lazily, I paused the game I was playing and headed to the kitchen. I scratched the back of my head, rubbing my fingers into my short hair which was currently dyed dark brown and actually didn’t feel itchy.

“Ok,” I said, approaching Mom who was cooking.

Mom gave me some money and said, “Soyu, don’t buy wrong thing.”

“Ok, Mom,” I nodded, took the money, then walked into my room to change my clothes before leaving.

I went out to the nearest minimarket wearing my favorite James Bond T-shirt, jeans, and slippers that I had taken from the last hotel I stayed. It was during last year’s summer vacation; I stayed in a hotel near a famous beach in Osaka with my Mom and Dad. It was just the three of us, because my big brother couldn’t come along. My brother had always been a busy man since he built his own life as a musician—and as he became more famous he didn’t have any vacation whatsoever, so he couldn’t come home. How I missed that man already. Thinking about my brother always made me busy drowning in my own thoughts. I didn’t realize it when I had reached the front door of the minimarket.

I walked in, greeted by the ding bell as I pushed the door. I quickly walked towards the kitchen spice rack and soon I found a row full of soyu bottles, then I took one of them. Since I thought it wouldn’t be funny if I came a long way here just to buy a bottle of soyu, I decided to buy some bottles of soda too. I loved soda much more than beer. The taste of beer still felt strange in my throat (‘cuz I only began drinking alcohol two years ago). I was walking towards the fridge near the magazine rack when suddenly my eyes caught a familiar figure standing there reading a book. I could only see his back, of course; sturdy and tall, with his typical black hair, wearing all black clothings and black boots. His skin was so white and contrast with his clothes, but it’s not as yellow as most Japanese people in general. He was all too familiar in my eyes.

For a mere seconds, I stood still there, a few feet away behind him.

Once the system in my head made sure that I did know him, with a smile that would probably look like a grimace, I ran towards him and smacked his upper back with my clenched hand playfuly.

“OUCH!!” He yelled and roughly turned around to face me. But before he could curse me with all the dirty words he knew, when he saw me, his sinister face changed completely. He looked scary mere moments ago but now he looked like a clown. “SAGA!”

I could tell that he was as excited as I was. Seeing him laugh, I now punched his shoulder. Gently, of course. I was just playing around.

“What are you doing here?!” I asked eagerly and excitedly. I didn’t even care if everyone inside this minimarket was giving me strange looks. I actually wanted them to know that I was very happy at that time. I hadn’t seen him for about two years and seriously, how could I not miss this man?

“Who’d dare to stop me?” He said.

“Always so cocky.” I raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, I don’t see you carrying anything.”

“I got it in my car,” He stuck his tongue out at me.

“Damn it! Just because you’re rich!” I pouted.

“So what, it’s not my fault that I’m rich now. You should just stop continue living with your parents. You’re an adult, look at yourself.” With that, he stuck his tongue out again.

“My parents are yours too, Silly.”

We laughed afterwards, but then drowned in silence that somehow made me didn’t want to break it. He returned the book that he had been reading to its shelf, and I was still holding the bottle of soyu in my left hand.

“Uh,” I thought the silence was enough. I saw him taking a glance at the bottle I brought, and I used that opportunity to reopen a conversation with him. “I came here because I was told to buy this.”

“Really?” He smiled. “How’s Kasumi-san doing?”

Right. He was still calling my mother only by her first name. I chuckled.

“She’s good, I think. Oh, I almost forgot! I’m here to grab some soda! Do you want some too?” I opened the soda storage and took two bottles out of it.

“Why don’t you get a basket and put them in it?”

“Why don’t you get me a basket?”

Tora clacked his teeth before finally picking up a basket for me to put in my purchases. While I was still giggling, he opened the fridge and stretched his long arms in front of me—showing his reddish skin to my eyes, and a new black analog watch, I suppose—to take two bottles of soda and put them into the basket.

“Done yet?” I asked.

This man who was still wearing a piercing on his lower lip nodded. We headed to the cashier and paid for the things we bought, then he offered me a ride home in his very cool black and shiny car. I was so sure that he had a very good sense in terms of automobiles too, other than music.

In our way back home we talked about a lot of things; jokes, daily lives, and Tora’s works. I told him that my life had been so boring compared to the stories of all his experiences with a lot of people. He laughed when I told him that once I had lost Chicko when I walked it in town and I almost cried in the middle of a city park because I couldn’t find it until late night came.

“Seriously, how old are you?” He continued laughing. I could only pout.

If you were wondering who Tora was, I’d definitely answer, he’s my brother, and his real name was Shinji. Since childhood, he had been called ‘Tora’ because of his strength and his phisycal appearance—especially for his hazel ‘tigerish’ eyes. Well, actually, he was my step brother, the only child of my step father, the man who married my mother about sixteen years ago. Yes, both our parents were married, but he wouldn’t call my mother ‘Mom’ although I learned to call his father ‘Dad’ some years after their marriage.

Tora was a year older than me. When I first came to his house, he really didn’t like me at all. The worst part was he used to show it openly. He was often mean to me; like when he purposefully spilled the food that he didn’t like to my plate so that he could quickly leave the dining room (while I got the punishment, I couldn’t leave the dining table before I finished my dish). He also liked to scream his hatred to me and he didn’t like me to be nearby. One time he got angry for no apparent reason, and he pushed my bike so I fell and my arm had got to be stitched. I still had the wound up to today, but it was also a proof of how his rough self changed drastically few years later.

I remembered when he first time called me ‘Saga’, not my real name. As a child, I often became a subject of oppression. When I was in my elementary school period, the bigger kids bullied me. One time they went too far, they kicked me and punched me hard on my stomach, made me fell down on the ground and hissing in pain. I pleaded for them to stop and I told them it hurt; I felt like I could just die right here right now if they kept this going. But then Tora came and yelled at them, ‘Do not touch Saga!’ as he defended me from another kick. For sure they were afraid of Tora, even though Tora was younger than them. But seeing that Tora was physically bigger than them, they ran away.

Since then, I wasn’t sure why but Tora’s attitude towards me changed completely. He could get along well with me; we played play station together, we started telling jokes that he had never done it with me before, and so on. He even started introducing me to his friends and we were almost inseparable from then on.

“Isn’t ‘Saga’ beautiful? It fits you, don’t you think?” He asked me back when I asked him why he gave me that nick name. “Besides, I think that our nick names have a rhyme. Tora and Saga. Sounds good, isn’t it?” He then smiled, making me blush like a boiled crab.

But then he decided to leave home when he was in second grade of high school. Tora said he would move to the big city, to Tokyo, and lived independently and alone there. He told me that he’d form a band with his best friend, Shou, one of his comrades. At first Tora would still frequently go home and see me. But as time went on, his band became more successful, and he rarely went home. His visits became even more seldom, and then he didn’t come back at all. This was the first time he came home after two years. Terrible, indeed, but I thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt more comfortable with his glamorous life where he could spend lots of money, and forgot about my existence.

In the middle of our conversation about our past that felt so short, we finally reached home. I got out of his car first and walked into the house ahead of him, who was walking behind me.

“Tadaima,” I said, opening the front door and rushed in.

“Okaeri! What took you so long, kid?!” Mom almost shouted from the kitchen. I heard her footsteps running toward us and she yelled at me. “Where have you been—Shinji-kun!”

My mother saw Tora and she became as excited as I was—well, maybe a little bit more. Tora simply smiled, bowed his head, nodded, and said, “Tadaima,” politely. Mom hugged Tora briefly and smiled back at him, before turning to me and yelled again with different expression.

“You took such a long time! If you knew that Shinji would come then you should’ve just hurried home so I could cook more!” She yelled.

“Mom, I didn’t know he’d come! I have only just met him at the mini market.”

“Don’t make an excuse! Shinji-kun, come in!” Mom led us into the house. I gave her the soyu. “Shinji-kun, would you like to take a bath first or would you prefer to get some good rest? What do you want to eat for dinner tonight? Takashi, heat the water for Shinji! Shinji-kun must be very tired after driving all the way here, right?”

I could only raise one of my eyebrows. I knew that my mother was very airheaded but seriously, she was very noisy right now. Well, my mother was a good example of how a step mother could spoil her step son more than her own. It had happened even before she married Tora’s father. Maybe because Tora was a good looking kid and cute and polite to his parent, while I was just an ordinary, lazy, skinny, anti-social kid who fell in love with a stupid box called play station.

“Kasumi-san, I think I want to take a rest first.”

“Oh, sure, sure! I’m sorry, Takashi’s room must be very messy. Takashi! Clean up your room now!” Mom pointed at me.

“Okaaaay!” I scratched the back of my head.

“If you need anything, I’m right in the kitchen, Son,” Said Mom—to Tora, and then she walked back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

We walked towards the stairs and went up to my room at the second floor. We entered into my plain, small, and messy room. I quickly cleaned up the CDs which were scattered on my bed so that Tora could sit there. Since Tora left home, his own room became mine and my old room—which was on the first floor—became a warehouse. So every time he went home, he would sleep with me in my room, which was actually his. Nothing seemed wrong with it because we’re both guys, but our parents just didn’t know.

I was putting all those CDs back in the rack when suddenly I felt a pair of arms curling around me.
At first I was shocked, but as I smelled a familiar scent and saw a familiar pair of arms—and his new analog watch—I was silent. Tora buried his face in my neck, made me shiver slightly. I could feel his breath and his soft pecks on the back of my neck. My face was burning, and I was sure I was blushing.

A broad chest was firmly pressed to my back; his hug tightened. I dropped my CDs onto a table near me and didn’t bother to care about what became of them. I turned my body to face Tora. I gazed into his beautiful hazel eyes, a pair of eyes that I had been missing so much all these years.

And here’s my secret.

Our secret.

Tora pushed me until my back hit the rack. He brought himself closer to me. I could feel his breath change, heavy against my skin and it somehow calmed me down. I put my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his black lock. Not waiting any longer, we brought our lips together, touching, crushing each other in a kiss; a kiss that I had longed very much. I kissed him back, responding to him, lovingly but powerful enough to push him. Then our kisses grew rougher, and he came to attack me—sucking my lower lip, asking me to open my mouth for him. He tightened his arms around me more and brought me closer as he slid his tongue into my mouth. He challenged my tongue in a battle and I fought back, but we both knew that at the moment like this, I loved it when he dominated me, so I let him win.

Between our desires to touch each other, I felt lack of oxygen. I broke the kiss and inhaled hard to catch my breath, but he used the moment to snuggle his face against my neck and started licking it, while pressing the lower part of his body against mine. He was marking me with his teeth and soaking my neck with his saliva, and I could feel his hardening member against mine which made me let out sounds that I hadn’t thought would come out today.

With his strength, never letting go of me, Tora led me to lie down on my bed which was still a little messy. We kissed again with tenderness and warmth. He tasted so sweet just like I remembered. We used to do this when he was still living here with me. Our closeness had never been just an ordinary relationship between brothers. I wasn’t quite sure when it started, but on a given day I simply realized, like in a blink of an eye, that I loved him. It was that simple, and I couldn’t believe it turned out that he liked me more than just as a brother too. We loved each other and I hated it. I hated the fact that Tora’s father was married to my mother. But for now it’s not a big deal, because if we thought about it, if Mom hadn’t married Tora’s father, we probably would have never met.

Also, if all that had never happened, Tora wouldn’t be here today; he wouldn’t be helping me putting off my shirt and my jeans and the rest of my clothes. I did the same to him. We both left nothing to cover our heated bodies, almost without breaking our kiss. Once he broke our kiss, his eyes scanned at my naked form, whispering how beautiful I was, and I blushed madly. He trailed his fingers on my body and I felt his warm palm pushing my chest so lightly, continuing to my left nipple and there he pinched it playfully with his fingers. I arched at the sensation he was giving me but I could still see him grinning. He leaned down claiming my lips once more. He moved down to my jaw, lower along my neck and he bit right on the line where my collarbone and my shoulder met. I let out another soft moan and wrapped my arms around his neck. He moved down again, to my left nipple, licking it and biting it and I felt the incredible feeling I had longed to feel. I rubbed myself desperately to his hard member but I tried my best not to moan out loud. I didn’t want my mother to hear us.

We had to keep this a secret.

“Saga,” He whispered against my neck as one of his hands went down and rubbed my member. His hand even lower, his fingers brushing my entrance. He pushed one digit of finger into my muscles, and started finger-fucking me so painfully slow. Painful, because it had been more than two years that I had not been touched by anyone. Tora knew that I saved myself for him and only him; I wouldn’t let anyone to touch me. I would take the pain only when it was caused by him, and it would be just like that forever.

He added a second finger into my entrance, and I bit my lower lip to hold down my moan. Soon after he added a third finger into me and I felt myself becoming tense. I wanted to cry. My eyes were half lidded and my lips parted. Between my silent panting, I signed him to pull out his fingers.

“Tora.”

“Mm?” He responded, lifting up his head and met my eyes.

“I missed you...”

Tora smiled tenderly at me. He kissed my lips, stroking along my waist and my hips, and then held it firmly as he fixed his position between my spread legs. He then pushed his hard member into me and I arched, screaming silently in between pain and pleasure. He began moving roughly, hard against me. It was frustrating to have to hold those ‘typical sex sounds’ in my throat, but at the same time I was begging for him to move faster and when he did, I felt my sight filled with dozens of white fireflies as he touched my weak point over and over again. He sent me to my edge; with him stroking my member, I came, soaking his hand and our torsos. I was sure when he saw my unconsciously sexy posture, he also went near the edge. I could see him staring at me hungrily, before he bent down and kissed me roughly. He released himself inside of me. His warm seed flowing out from my entrance but he stayed still inside, kissing me lovingly, before finally collapsed beside me, hugging me tightly.

I hugged him back tighter, burying my face in his neck, feeling the warmth of his body. I almost shed a tear because I was all too happy. At last, I could have my Tora back.

“You still haven’t answered my question yet, Tora,” I said once again without looking up to see his expression. “Why have you come here?”

With a smooth, low tone right he spoke into my ear, which sounded really caring and loving; he said, “I’ve come to pick you up. Stay with me in Tokyo.”





OWARI



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I have to say a huge thank you to akichuu for betaing my messy work (TwT) *tried to hug her but get kicked first*. I know my english suck. But I'll learn from it!! Next time I'll do my best! *get kicked again*