36Hello everyone, and welcome back. I am glad to see some have become interested in this series. Hopefully the interest keeps growing for this fabulous, yet underdeveloped couple in the series. I wish there were more chapters for Terrorist since they are such a great duo.
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/GG/
My Interest is You
Words Are Not Necessary
It isn't every day that one gets to wake up from a peaceful slumber next to the man they've been in love with for over six years. Luckily for Shinobu, he's one such person who does. For the most part, he ends up falling asleep on the same bed as one Miyagi Yoh, literature professor at M-University. Sometimes he wakes up before the man, other times the good professor wakes up before him. Either way, Shinobu gets to wake up to his scent.
The scent of Miyagi is as refreshing and beautiful as a summer day, just after the rain, and the flowers have opened their petals to the rising sun. His smell usually consisted of shampoo, aftershave, and cigarettes. While Shinobu could have done without the smell of cigarette smoke, it was part of who Miyagi was and he didn't want to change it.
Yes, the smell of Miyagi was enticing, fragrant, sweet…
Pppfffffrrtttttttttttttttttt t!
"Oh my god, old man," Shinobu gagged as he jumped from the bed and landed on his ass on the floor. "What in the hell did you eat last night?"
Shinobu covered his mouth with his hand and tried to keep the pungent smell from overtaking his senses, thereby knocking him out cold. He could feel his eyes start to water and knew his hand wasn't going to keep the taste out of his mouth. Boy, did he want to vomit.
"I only ate what you served me, oh honey of mine," Miyagi sing-songed as he hopped from the bed, letting the stench overtake the rest of the room.
"I'd have thought you'd have figured out by now not to trust my cooking," the boy growled.
"Oh, as if you've never broken wind in your life," Miyagi said, rolling his eyes at his lover sitting on the floor next to the bed.
"I have more couth than to let out a noxious smell like that in the bedroom, Miyagi!" Shinobu coughed. "This is where we're…" He stopped and turned red. Shinobu turned his face away from Miyagi once he realized the smell was gone and he'd jumped into a lewd type of conversation.
Miyagi grinned and stalked over to the kid and knelt down in front of him, placing his hand atop the boy's head. He ruffled the sleep-messed hair and pulled the boy in for a kiss. Shinobu kissed back; after all, it was Miyagi, even if he had farted just a minute prior. He didn't really care; he loved the disgusting man anyway.
After a few minutes of a heated make-out session, Miyagi pulled back. "As much as I'd love to take you in my mouth and make you apologize for such raunchy accusations, we need to get ready to go. You have school and I have work, if I'm not mistaken."
Shinobu, hard and in need of release, glowered. "You're the idiot who started this!" he snarled, pulling his erection from his skivvies. "Take care of it like a man." It was a challenge.
The professor eyes Shinobu; both his heads, that is, and gave him a feral wink. "Not unless you take care of me first, Shinobu-chin."
With that, Miyagi Yoh, sadistic lover to one Takatsuki Shinobu, walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Shinobu, pissed, stood up and followed his boyfriend into the shower and proceeded to 'take care' of him just as he asked.
One Hour Later
"You're getting better at that, Shinobu," Miyagi said as he drank his coffee and ate a piece of slightly burnt toast.
Shinobu burned with embarrassment as the prior hour came back into his head and he tried to shake it out. He was in the process of finishing Miyagi's lunch and thinking about how he had all but swallowed the older man whole just a short time ago was not going to help him finish in a timely manner.
"You're completely vulgar, Miyagi," Shinobu huffed as he finished packing the squash next to the little sausages he'd all but perfected thanks to watching Hell's Kitchen on the Internet.
"Not half as bad as you though," Miyagi smirked as he took a swig of his dying coffee. "I will admit though," he said as he walked to the kitchen to empty his cup into the sink. "I like you when you're like that," he said, wrapping his arms around the youth's waist and blowing in his ear.
"Do you want to go another round, you horny old man?" Shinobu asked with a guttural squeak. "How will Kamijou react if you show up late again?"
Miyagi laughed as he eyes his lunch with trepidation. "Since when have you ever worried about Kamijou?"
"I don't worry about Kamijou, but I worry about him talking to my father if you piss him off and I don't want that."
In truth, Shinobu always worried that the younger professor would get fed up with his and Miyagi's relationship and rat him out to his father. If that happened he'd be on a one-way trip to the very tip of South America for school, just to ensure he wasn't around his lover anymore. Death would end up being the only option the college student could fathom if he was taken away from Miyagi.
This caused a sigh to emanate from deep within the professor. He knew that Hiroki could be a loose cannon, just as much as Shinobu could. He also knew that it was highly unlikely his subordinate would mention anything to the elder Takatsuki since he, unlike Miyagi in his playfulness, tended to keep out of others' affairs.
Deep down, Shinobu probably knew that too; especially since Kamijou hadn't said anything for the first three years of their relationship. Being the kid he was though, sometimes Miyagi found that the boy just needed to be reminded. As long as there was breath in Miyagi's body, he'd keep Shinobu and their relationship safe, no matter the cost. Somehow the little terrorist had weaseled his way into the man's heart like a tapeworm, and there was no way to get him out.
All Miyagi had to do was be gentle with Shinobu when he was worried. He knew that he occupied the better part of the boy's mind, so he was probably more worried about Miyagi losing his job than what the repercussions on himself would be. Then again, Miyagi worried more about the kid than he did himself. In a sense that made them the perfect couple.
"I can promise you, Shinobu," Miyagi implored for the umpteenth time. "Kamijou will not say anything. He and I have an agreement."
Shinobu scoffed. "What did you to do get him to agree to anything you've come up with?"
A memory flashed from years ago when Miyagi had cleaned the library, the hallway, and everything between. Getting spunk out of books and the carpet of the library, as well as making sure there were no stains on anything had been quite the task. He never did admit to how much damage Kamijou and that kid had caused to the sacred ground that as M-University's library. In truth, it would be even more cause for blackmail, but Miyagi didn't want to ruin their relationship. After all, Kamijou was the closest thing he had to a friend.
He chuckled slightly."Let's just say that there are past occurrences that you are unaware of that keep the two of us out of one another's business. While Kamijou may not be too fond of our relationship, he has his own things to worry about."
Shinobu scowled and continued fixing Miyagi's lunch. He'd let it go for the moment, but that didn't put to rest all of his doubts.
/GG/
One dismal looking terrorist made his way from the apartment to T-University with a blank stare in his eyes. After Miyagi'd left the apartment, Shinobu had cleaned the kitchen and made his way out the door himself. He knew, deep down, that there was nothing to worry about when it came to the underling professor, but something still bothered him. He couldn't quite put his foot on it.
Instead, he continued walking toward the university with a dawdling gape to his steps. School wasn't really where he wanted to be, instead he'd have preferred going to M-University and hanging out in Miyagi's office just so he could be with him between classes. Occasionally Shinobu wanted the ability to kick his own ass because he had chosen to go to a higher ranked university and not the one where Miyagi worked.
Of course that didn't matter much in the long run and the lawyer-in-training trudged onto the school's grounds and made his way to his microeconomics class. It was in the business building, as were most of his classes, until he went on to the actual law school. The business building happened to be right next to the art building where all sorts of riffraff tended to hang out, and that day happened to be no exception.
At least until Shinobu caught sight and sound of a conversation that hit home.
"Yukina?"
Shinobu looked over to see a university student address a much taller student, who had been deeply involved in a conversation with a female student.
"Kisa-san, I'm so glad you're here, I was just talking to Rio about how well the modeling gig went!"
The taller one spoke and about burned holes into Shinobu's retinas.
"I can see what you were doing…talking to her, I mean."
Takatsuki Shinobu's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw the way the shorter of the two male students appeared after he spoke. For some reason it was as if fate had called out to his body to make it stop and just observe. The very idea made Shinobu blush a few shades of red; if his friends caught him he'd never hear the end of it.
Shinobu didn't mean to stare, but there was a look in the smaller student's eyes that made him gaze like a dear in the headlights. It was the same look he could feel himself showing whenever he watched an interaction between the two literature professors under his father's command.
"Kisa-san," the taller boy said to the shorter one, with a grin on his face. "Rio was just telling me how popular that picture of the two of us ended up within the art circles!"
The smaller one instantly flashed a look of dread, followed by a look of…was it jealousy, when the taller one turned back to the girl and started talking a mile a minute. Shinobu studied the smaller one for a time. He looked a little lost, left out, and jealous. Obviously the one with darker hair felt the one with lighter hair had something going on with the girl.
Shinobu could feel his heart start to pound in his ears as he realized that the one man was mirroring his own feelings. Without even meaning to, he'd stumbled on the problem that had been plaguing his mind, all thanks to some random strangers and their ridiculous conversation. Shinobu growled at himself, turned, and left the university premises without bothering to notify his professors that he'd be gone for the day.
/GG/
"Oh, Hiroki!" Miyagi gushed in mock love as Kamijou Hiroki stepped into the office after his first class. "I have had such a trying morning! Please appease me with your special brand of attention." Miyagi stood up from his chair and walked over to a very unimpressed subordinate and pulled him into a bear hug.
"Honestly, professor, show a little decorum. This is an institute of higher learning, not a brothel!" Kamijou barked.
"Oh, but my dear Hiroki, you are so much better than those bar-maids down the street," Miyagi whined as the younger professor pushed him off and jumped a few feet away, behind a chair.
"What happened, your little brat not let you dip your pen into the ink well this morning?"
Miyagi pretended to be scandalized. "How vulgar, coming from your mouth too," he winked with an impish grin on his face. Then he turned serious. "But that's not quite the problem. Shinobu seems to think you're going to tell his father about us and he's worried."
Hiroki scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I have no interest in what you and that brat do, as long as it doesn't deface the office in any way."
The elder professor sat down on his chair and lit a cigarette. "I know you have more sense than to dig yourself into the mess Shinobu and I have piled up for ourselves, and I appreciate that," he said purposefully. "I just don't know how to get it through to him that I will take care of anything that pops up."
He looked up at Kamijou who had a thoughtful look on his face. Yes, the trademark scowl was still plastered on his lips, but his eyes told a different story. Almost like he understood what Yoh was going through.
"I don't know quite how to respond to that, but I am not going to go blabbing to the dean. It's not as if he and I really have much to talk about anyway," he answered brusquely.
Miyagi chortled as he grabbed his books for his upcoming class. "I may have to get that in writing one of these days."
With that he left the office for class and gave the overworked and underpaid literature professor, Kamijou, some much needed break time away from everyone and everything. This of course lasted a whole twenty minutes before an unexpected terrorist came barging into the room. Shinobu took stock of his situation and glared at Kamijou, who glared back at him with the same momentum.
"Where's Miyagi?" Shinobu finally asked, after a few more seconds of a stare down.
"He's in class, isn't that where you should be too?" Hiroki asked in annoyance.
"Not that it's any of your business," Shinobu growled," but I am skipping school today to be with Miyagi."
The professor wanted to laugh, but thought better of it. He was in no mood to deal with the second part of his superior's twisted love life.
"I'm sure he'll appreciate the gesture, don't bother me, I'm busy." Hiroki turned away from the distraction and went to work on his book.
Shinobu glared daggers for a few moments, then sat himself on the sofa. Within moments he'd fallen asleep and Kamijou was rewarded with the silence he wanted, occasionally broken by a soft snore.
/GG/
"I'm not sure if I should wake him up or not. I don't think he's been sleeping well," Miyagi whispered as he tried to get Kamijou to leave Shinobu alone.
Once he returned from class he'd received a whispered tongue lashing from the younger man about being responsible enough to make sure the dean's son actually went to the school his father was forking over a lot of money for him to attend.
"He needs to be out of this room!" Hiroki hissed.
"Let him sleep a little longer and I'll wake him after my next class, please," Miyagi asked, no more like begged. It wasn't beneath him to make sure the kid was getting his sleep in somehow, what with their night time antics that occasionally kept both of them up until the crack of dawn.
Kamijou huffed and stalked back to his desk, pissed off beyond belief that he was so easy to relent when someone told him to do something. Now he had to breathe the same air as both miscreants and that hadn't been on his agenda when his overgrown puppy dog had woke him up that morning with a sloppy kiss to a lower part of his anatomy. No way in hell was he going to speak to Miyagi when his own little shadow was around.
Ten minutes later and two literature professors were bantering back and forth about the need to add American and South African literature to the requirements. While both professors knew some basic English phrases and had been introduced to certain literary works, the list the dean had given them was beyond ridiculous.
"I don't care what the dean says," the younger professor snarled. "I am not going to teach any part of the Twilight anthology to my students. If I wanted to have them read crap, I could send them back to elementary school."
"We don't have to teach them all the books on this list, we can choose one book each for our basic literature students to read and then we need to set up two advanced classes where we teach South African literature and American literature," Miyagi stated, stressed that this new set of requirements had been forced on them in the middle of a term.
"Have you seen this list of books? Where did he come up with half of this shit? These kids are way too old to be reading some of this garbage. The least he could have done if we need to read romance stories is put something like Pride and Prejudice on the list," Hiroki implored.
"Pride and Prejudice wasn't written in either South Africa or America, it's from Great Britain, which is why it's not on the list," Miyagi pointed out as he scratched out any books written after the year 1985. "How about we choose something by Mark Twain for the basic literature students and then stick with Cry, The Beloved Country and A Place Called Vatmaar for our South African Literature class. For the American literature class we could use The House of Mirth and Leaves of Grass."
Each of the aforementioned novels actually made Kamijou think for a few moments before he nodded. "I can accept those, but we need three books per term, maybe four."
Miyagi nodded and placed a hand on the other's head. "I will let you choose the books to use, as long as none of the books for the American literature class were written after 1985. That pop culture crap is hardly literature," he said with a laugh.
Over on the sofa lay a boy pretending to sleep. He had been listening to almost the whole conversation about literature between the two professors and he knew if he opened his eyes, they would show the same emotion as the boy he'd seen earlier at university. He was jealous and even with his eyes closed he could feel the moisture starting to collect under his eyelids.
"Time for yet another adventure in my advanced literature class. I expect you to have chosen the four other novels for those classes. We can pull the Twain novel out of a hat later, if we want," Miyagi chirped as he all but flew out of the room.
Again, Kamijou was alone with the brat sleeping on the sofa. At least he'd thought the boy was asleep. He was greeted with quite the surprise when he turned and saw Shinobu glaring at him like he wanted to skin him alive.
"How long have you been awake," Kamijou enquired.
"Long enough," Shinobu said with a smart tongue.
"You should have let the professor know you were awake so you could leave and not bother me."
This caused the younger man to recoil slightly since he was still trying to process what he'd heard and learned from a few minutes of conversation between the elder two.
Kamijou looked over at Shinobu out of the corner of his eye to see if the kid had fallen back asleep. For the first time in his life, the boy looked like a boy and not the demon from the unholy crimson heck.
"What's the matter with you," he asked before he could think better of it.
Feeling completely degraded by the tsundere's attitude, Shinobu stood up and crossed the room with a vengeance. He stood in front of the seated professor and blew up.
"I'm jealous of you!" Shinobu spat. "You get to see a side of Miyagi that I can't access and I want to know everything about him. I want to be the one to know every single detail of his life!"
Hiroki stared in shock at the crying boy who stood before him. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought the kid coming into his and Miyagi's shared office would result in such a tantrum.
"Come again?" Hiroki asked, perplexed.
"I will never be able to talk to him about literature like you do. You have something with him I don't…" A tear leaked down the boy's face. "You're his friend."
Hearing those words from the dean's son almost made Kamijou's head explode. How on earth would anyone think he and Miyagi were…friends? Then he thought about it; Hiroki would never have put up with the professor's childish antics if he didn't have some sort of feeling for him aside from the respect his position gave him. In truth, Hiroki probably had three friends; Usami, Nowaki, and Miyagi.
There was no way he could respond to such an accusation from the kid without causing more drama. Luckily for him, he didn't have to since Miyagi had chosen that moment to come back into the office in search of an extra book for a student.
Both Hiroki and Shinobu looked at Miyagi, who had a stern look on his face. "Shinobu," he finally said quietly. "I want you to go home and take a break today. I'll talk to you in a few hours, after my last class." He walked to the bookshelf to retrieve the needed book, then detoured toward Shinobu and patted the student's head before leaving the room.
Shinobu felt chills go up and down his spine when the elder touched his hair. Then, without so much as a good-bye, he grabbed his bag and headed home. Kamijou just sat in the office with a bewildered look on his face until a timely text message from Usami caused him to blow his top.
/GG/
After the little outburst he'd witnessed in his office earlier, Miyagi was convinced that there needed to be a serious talk between him and Shinobu. It was true, he never really thought of Shinobu as his friend, and in truth, their age spread did wedge their similar interests down to almost nothing. So after his class, Miyagi sat in his office and made a list of things the two had in common.
Literature. But he had Hiroki to speak with on that subject. He could have little conversations with Shinobu on literature, but the student hadn't gained enough ground to have a satisfying conversation as of yet.
Sex. Not something either of them really wanted to talk about.
Cooking. Neither were very good, but perhaps a weekly cooking class or something the two could do together would improve their bond.
Each other. That was the big one. Shinobu was infatuated with Miyagi and Miyagi was gaining ground on the kid as well.
Miyagi'd already told Shinobu that his interest was now the kid, but maybe it wasn't just being addicted to him like a drug that was needed, he needed to start doing things with him like a friend. Shinobu didn't talk much about his friends at school, only that there were some kids who were constantly pestering him and that he had conversation with occasionally. There was no way in hell he'd be able to get his lover to spend time outside of school with these friends when he rushed home to see him after classes ended.
The professor hopped on the Internet and did a search for classes he and the kid might take to improve their cooking. St. Marie Academy apparently had some adult cooking classes, occasionally taught by a Frenchman named Henri Lucas. These classes took place on Saturday. Miyagi wasn't sure Shinobu would want to give up his Saturday afternoons, so he took down the information and decided he'd talk to the terrorist once he returned home.
"Hey!" Hiroki snapped, breaking Miyagi from his musings. "Tell that brat, from me, that he's not important enough to talk about amongst others."
Miyagi grinned only a grin he could muster. "I knew you cared, my sweet honey!"
"Fuck off," the young professor mumbled as he walked from the room toward class.
This caused the elder to chortle as he packed his things to head home. His sweet little Hiroki may have been one of those who pretended to always have a stick up his ass, but he did get the message across, even if it did lack compassion. Once he walked out the door, he started rehearsing what to say to his little imp once he arrived back to his abode.
/GG/
He wouldn't admit it, not in a million years. No, Shinobu would not admit that he'd been all but staring at the front door for hours waiting for Miyagi to return. What he should have done during the day was work on any sort of makeup work he knew he'd need to accomplish for his missed classes, but instead he'd let his imagination run away with him as he sat on the sofa, the chairs at the table, the bed, and even the toilet.
All he needed to do was speak to the man, let him know his feelings. If he was able to get those across then he would feel better, but he could implore to the older man that he wasn't crazy. Well, not completely; Shinobu'd become used to the fact that he was crazy over Miyagi a long time prior. And right then, he was being crazy enough to sit and do nothing but think until his lover finally graced him with his presence.
As luck would have it, it didn't take much longer for the college student to be granted such a wish as Miyagi strode into the apartment. Shinobu was expecting some sort of communication via their vocal cords, but all he got was a paper thrust into his face instead.
"What's this?" he asked, looking at a cooking class every Saturday at St. Marie Academy's adult education centre.
"You know, Shinobu," Miyagi started. "I had this whole speech planned out and then I realized right when I walked in the door that words are not necessary sometimes."
"And sometimes they are, old man. Are you saying I need to practice my cooking at a school?"
Miyagi grinned and walked over to his boy-toy and patted the kid on the head. "No, I'm not, Shinobu," he stated. "Though that wouldn't be a bad idea. I am saying that both of us could practice…together."
Shinobu's eyes were blank until he took stock in the meaning behind what Miyagi was saying. "You mean…?"
"Right, I think the two of us should go to this cooking class for a while, together; something that friends would do."
Miyagi walked into their bedroom and removed his tie before coming back into the room to continue his discussion with Shinobu, but stopped short when he noticed the kid hadn't moved a centimeter from where he'd left him. He walked over and sat on the sofa next to Shinobu and waved his hand in front of the boy's eyes.
"You still in there?"
"Why?" The question was so soft Miyagi almost missed it.
"Because, Shinobu, I want to spend more time with you and learn more about you. This kills two birds with one stone. We can both learn how to cook, and we can have something that only you and I can talk about."
Miyagi didn't always want to be the adult in the relationship, but he'd learned long ago that sometimes he had to step out of the role of lover and guide the young man. However long they remained together, there would always be a time when he could also mentor the kid as much as he could love him.
Shinobu didn't know what to say. He'd had so many things he wanted to talk about with the elder when he'd returned home. Now all of those inner-dialogs seemed useless. So, instead of speaking, he used his head and nodded.
"Good," Miyagi stated as he stood up and walked into the kitchen to see what was available for dinner. "I'll call this Lucas fellow or whoever happens to answer the phone and sign us up for the class tomorrow." He stopped once he opened the refrigerator door. "But how about we eat out tonight, rather than cook any of these pumpkins, cabbages, or…what the hell are these?" he asked, pointing to the third shelf in his fully stocked refrigerator.
Shinobu walked toward the refrigerator and looked inside as well. "Those are Romanesco Broccoli, I found them next to the cabbages and pumpkins the last time I went shopping."
"Shinobu," Miyagi said, pulling the brat in and kissing him on the head. "How about you let me do the shopping from now on, okay?"
If he'd been a few inches away and been able to retort, Shinobu would have mouthed off and stalked to the bedroom. He didn't stand a chance though as Miyagi turned him around and kissed him senseless, while closing the refrigerator door with his foot. God, that man was lucky he was such a good kisser.
/GG/
Author's Note.
I do not consider Twilight or the franchise to be great literature.
The literature books mentioned are in fact real and very good reads if anyone has the interest.
The cooking school is taken from a show called Yumeiro Pâtissière, in which Shinobu's seiyuu voices the character mentioned, Henri Lucas.
Romanesco Broccoli taste really good with garlic butter.