- •Izumi always liked to place mental bets on new arrivals survival rate. He could have easily over looked the boy the night he first came to the room.
- •Izumi felt his pride inflate. He loved being complemented on his skills. Even if it was just some useless kid. Izumi picked up his sword and got up.
- •Izumi grabbed Nishi's shoulder from behind.
- •Izumi walked over to him with two pathetic looking plates of brunt buttered toast and eggs in hand.
- •Izumi grabbed Nishi by the shoulders he was now red in the face eyes bloodshot looking angry at the world.
- •Izumi was leaning against a telephone pole looking very bored.
- •Izumi got up to put his things away in his bedroom as he reappeared he closed the door behind him and noticed Nishi had put laptop on the coffee table and was watching him.
- •Izumi had started to turn out the lights and Nishi had already set up his bed on the sofa.
- •Izumi groaned grabbing some tissues.
- •Izumi frowned and roughly shoved him to the other side of the sofa.
- •Ignored by an insect.
- •It fell over stiff like a tiny paper doll.
- •It felt like the thousandth time that Izumi had told him not to cry.
- •0K u aSs aNgLerZ !g0! kIll tHIs tHiNg n0w oR 3lse!
- •I look too weak, I'm too small.
- •If someone was to touch him he wanted it to be like that. His heart dropped a little, he wished Izumi could be that person. He wanted Izumi to be that person...
- •It slightly perked his interest.
- •It was stupid. But it was the best thing he could think of. Either way Nishi returned to the sofa with the look of victory on his face.
Izumi groaned grabbing some tissues.
Now he was sweaty and hot but he finally manged to fall asleep.
A/N:
Yes, please review! I plan to keep going with this actually but its just gonna take a long ass time because I want to write it in long chapters. However I think this might be already the longest Gantz fic that's not of O/C ever written in English. (If its not hook me up! Wanna read that! Not nearly enough Gantz fic or slash!)
Authors Note: (Insert the many reasons I haven't been around and why this took so damn long.)
Thank you to everyone that comment you made this really worth wild and I hope I don't let you down.
I'm in need of a beta for both chapters so add that to your comment if you're interested with where I can reach you so you can fix this mess I have made and called a story. Well I had fun anyway.
Chapter 2
Izumi woke up late the next morning. He got dressed first into his uniform exiting his bedroom to find Nishi on the sofa already dressed for school. His school bag was by his side and a unhappy look was plastered onto his ever dispersing face. Izumi felt a tinge of discomfort recalling last night, hopefully the boy hadn't heard any curious noises. Izumi went to the bathroom to fix himself up a little bit. Nishi watched Izumi go from door to door, back and forth, constantly forgetting something as he hastily got ready for school.
"I guess I probably should have woke you up before." Nishi said as the taller man made his seventh rushed lap between the bedroom and the bathroom.
"That might of been helpful, yeah." Izumi was more frustrated with himself then the middle school student it was his responsibility to wake up after all.
"I figured you would be tired after last night..." A grin came across the boys pale lips.
Izumi stopped dead in his tracks to look at the boy. He felt the sting of humiliation.
He heard me.
"You know, with the walk I brought you on last night to my house." Izumi exhaled able to breath again, relief flooded over him.
"No problem." He said grabbing his school bag from his room. He rushed back and just as he made eye contact with Nishi again-
"-And you know, all the fun you were having in your room last night..." Nishi's voice taunting. The sting of shame came back twice as hard. Mortified Izumi adjusted his tie trying to play it off. If he acted cool he could reclaim his dignity.
"You love torching me don't you?" Izumi forced a fake laugh.
"How am I torching you? You were the one torching me last night when I had to listen to that!"
Izumi checked inside his bag to make sure all his papers and books were in order. All he could do was smile and try to keep his complexion from turning red. He decided if he was going to be embarrassed he might as well mess with his new ward and leave them both flustered.
"Why was it torcher? Were you envious?" Izumi made his way slowly to the sofa sitting down close to Nishi he crossed his leg over and began to tie his shoes.
Just as planed Nishi's eyes darted away from the man his face turning a little scarlet under the collar. Izumi examined his now perfectly tied laces and sat up straight. He starred at Nishi grinning.
"N-No!" He yelled stuttering.
"I think you might of enjoyed it a little bit by the way you're acting now." Izumi whispered quietly and moved his hand over to Nishi's hair touching the black fringe he had imagined last night. Nishi was fidgeting slightly and he slowly closed his eyes as Izumi slid his large hand down to touch his face. Izumi found himself caressing the boys cheek. Nishi gave a shaky exhale as he accepted the mans touch more and more. Izumi was surprised how well this was going. He leaned forward he pulled the boy into a slow embrace. He found it was pleasantly nice having a smaller warm thing held against his chest. Izumi realized seconds later that this was what normal people would consider, "Hugging".
Then he remembered he was already late.
He peeled the boy off him slowly feeling a diminutive ache inside his heart and amongst other areas.
"We can talk more later." He whispered against the shell of his ear. He noticed Nishi immediately shivered. Izumi could sence his effectiveness in gaining the boys compliance was growing stronger.
"That's not talking." Nishi said with a slight smile. He pulled closer to the man trying to re-wrap his arms around him with quite a bit of force.
"You're making this harder." Izumi gently pushed him away still smirking.
Nishi laughed. "Harder?" He pulled with more force to be back in Izumi's arms.