SoraMafu Stories~ [Part 3]

Day We Became Us

"No."

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      Amatsuki went home that day, his body marked with hickeys. He felt happy, for once, and skipped home. But when he sees a familiar pair of shoes in his house, he began to fear what's about to happen next. I mean, he did come home after having sex with another male- that's bad enough, but with two? That's even worse, and he knew it. Aside from that, his lips were red and swollen, and that fact made everything worse.
          However, he opens the door... and was instantly slapped by his boyfriend. "What did you do when you're outside, slut?" The harsh voice asked, and Amatsuki finally cries. He lets his boyfriend strip his clothes off, and if he had noticed the increase of numbers in the hickeys on his body, he didn't say anything. He was, however, rougher than he had ever been. He forced himself into Amatsuki dry, making the younger cry at the pain, and left him, messed up and dirty, on the bed as he zipped up his pants and left the house.
        As Amatsuki lay there, naked and in pain, he lets his tears flow unchecked, and curled into a ball to push the pain inwards.

I have to leave him.

        The next and the following week, Amatsuki locked his house and never left his home. He stayed inside, with the curtains closed and prayed, every day, that his boyfriend wouldn't come over. Thankfully, he did not, and he cries himself to sleep every night. Finally, he heard someone kick open the door, and hid under his covers. He winced softly at the pain his wounds had provided him, and the bruises that make even the simplest movements hurt like hell. He heard someone open his door and shudders, under he felt the covers getting pulled off him.
         "Stop!" He cries out, and felt a hand caress his hair. "What had he done to you?" He heard Hashiyan's voice, unusually soft, as the hand continued to stroke his hair. "Hashiyan-san?" He whispered out, and turned to look at the black-haired male. "Mafu gave me your address because he is worried, and because he went to Paris with Soraru. Now tell me, are you okay?" The black-haired male emphasized his words slowly, watching the brunette flinch.
       "Nothing," Amatsuki stammered, pushing a trembling hand through his messed up hair. Hashiyan's heart clenched at the sight of this male looking so broken and pained, and he vowed to kill the asshole who had made this sinfully innocent creature become like this. Kashitaro sat next to the younger male, keeping quiet as he slowly threads his fingers through Amatsuki's hair. "Are you okay?" Kashitaro asked, and Amatsuki shook his head.
        "N-no," he sobbed out, covering his face with his hands. He drew his legs towards his chest, giving both the older males fill view of his marked up body. Not even noticing that their eyes is darkening with rage. "Who did this to you?" Hashiyan finally asks, his voice hard as steel and Amatsuki sniffles. "My ex," he whispered, and the black-haired male stood up, already fuming.
        "I'm gonna get him," he stated with a hard voice, but Kashitaro stopped him, standing up. He pressed a chaste kiss to Hashiyan's lips in front of Amatsuki, who watched the exchange with wide eyes. "Calm down," he said softly, before turning to the bespectacled male. "We are dating," he explained, a smile on his lips. Hashiyan, however, just stared at Amatsuki silently with a small smirk. 
       "Wanna get in a relationship with us?" He inquired, and Amatsuki flushed red. "What are you saying?" He shrieked, only to wince when his hoarse voice cracked and hurt. "I'll get you a glass of water," Kashitaro said, his voice full of kindness and... is that adoration? Amatsuki scrunched up his face.
        Hashiyan took the other male's seat, and folded his arms. "Why don't you leave that guy? He isn't good for you," he asked, and Amatsuki felt the pressure of tears again. "Don't cry, I'm sorry for making you sad!" Hashiyan pouted, and made grabby hands towards Amatsuki, indicating that the male should hug him. The brunette complied, instantly melting into the warm embrace. He felt Hashiyan kiss his forehead and sighed happily.
       "Water," Kashitaro handed him his drink, and Amatsuki accepted it, drinking the water in one large gulp. Somehow, when Hashiyan and Kashitaro wrapped him in their arms, Amatsuki felt like nothing harmful can happen to him. "We will be with you to go to the police to lodge report for abuse, okay?" Kashitaro asked, and Amatsuki found himself nodding, his shoulders slumping with newfound relief that he can finally get his freedom.

        The next day, the couple went with Amatsuki to the police station, where he filed a report, along with a restraining order against his boyfriend. Aside from that, Amatsuki also broke up with his boyfriend through a text, and blocked his number.

       Then, two months of hanging out with Hashiyan and Kashitaro, the both males finally popped the question to Amatsuki. It had been a dark night, and the three guys were outside in the nearby park. Amatsuki's bruises had long since healed, and the brunette was really happy. Then Kashitaro took his hand, and Hashiyan took his other hand, and they both kissed the back of his hand. "Amachan, would you say yes to dating us? We will treat you like a prince, we promise," they smiled when they saw his shocked and flushed expression. "Y-yes," The brunette finally said, and allowed then to hug him, feeling himself nearly explode from happiness.

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         "What were you thinking, Amachan?" He heard a soft voice and turned to smile at Kashitaro. "Nothing, Kashi," he whispered with a grin. The older male nodded, setting down his cup of coffee and pecking Amatsuki on his lips. "Come on, Hashiyan is warring for us in the cafe," he whispered, and Amatsuki stood up, beaming as he kissed Kashitaro again.

"Okay."

A/N : This is angsty? Idek... Anyway, I feel tired irl really. There is a friend that I have recently stopped talking to. I wanted to help her once, but she refused to listen to me and started spreading rumours about me and my other friends. I dealed with it because i don't want any trouble, but lately, one of my friends told me about her rumours, that are getting worse and worse. Apparantly someone told me about me being bisexual and genderfluid, and she decided to go out with her friends to the same place my friends and me are going to. When we met, she purposely told her friends about how disgusting gay and genderfluid people are, and I instantly felt horrible. Of course, my close friend told me to not care, but it doesn't matter. The things she had said made me insecure again, because she also knows about my recent breakup and decided to target me. 
       On another matter, I would like to thank all of you guys for supporting and loving my stories even though my updates had gotten considerably slower. I will try to update more as a gift to show my thanks, and really, thank you for being there for me whenever I need it. I'm sorry to rant every time I write something, I'll try to cut down on it. I'm also really sorry about my hiatus from the other two books, I will try to update as soon as I can.

-Aru