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Stepfather
By : Artemick
Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male
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I ate breakfast silently at the same table as Yuusuke. I was too sad to speak. It was chemical, I knew, but that was the definition of real, the impossible to ignore objective biological reality.
“How you feeling?”
"Depressed. It’s common…feature of this circumstance. PTSD, suicide, depression.”
“Keiko could help you out with that.”
“I was hoping you would help me with that.”
“Sorry?”
“I mean… I can’t keep repeating this. I can’t keep telling the same story. Could you…please just tell everyone? Because we need to work on this now, and I’ll want to talk eventually, but not now.”
“Yeah. Oh God, man, just – “
And with that, Yuusuke leaned over and hugged me. It was awkward; I was just picking up a bite of eggs and it got squashed between my cheek and his hair. But it was nice.

The next day, the sky was pearlescent cotton till noon, when it started to snow. We left to meet Kuwabara and the gang in the park.
They’d all given their sympathies, but I wasn’t stupid. I’d seen what happened to people who were raped. I’d been abused, as a kitsune, centuries before. There was a loss of power.
I was exhausted though, even though I’d slept most of the previous day. Slept and read. Gone to the clinic. I had a pamphlet from Keiko in my pocket, clenched and folded, but it was sociology, which I hated.
I stopped walking for a moment.
“What?” Yuusuke looked back.
I shook my head and kept going.
"This is what you’re going to do,” Yuusuke said, as we walked. He’d been coming up with ideas for me the entire time.
“Oh?”
Yuusuke smiled his tablecloth sized grin. “I’m going to coach you. You’re tough, more than any one of us – but you’re tough like Genkai. You don’t look tough. I mean, Shizure, she’s tough – but,” Yuusuke whistled. “She also looks mean.”
“I need to look mean,” I tried to interpret. I found repeating what I thought he meant helped me follow his conversation. Sometimes.
Yuusuke tapped his chin. “Like this?”
I lifted my chin.
“Right. Stick it out there. And swagger. You’re a man, you want to walk with a jaunt.”
“I’m going to stop you there,” I said. “I appreciate it, but I don’t have time to learn to posture. Nor need.”
“Good! Like that – set boundaries. I’m going to stop you right there! You tell me what you want. Then you know what? I’m thinking about what you want, not what I want, because you just said it.”
“Urameshi.” I sighed. His enthusiasm was defeating me. “Thanks.”
He kicked at some broken glass wedged the sidewalk cracks. “There was nothing that was going to stop that. But…I just don’t want you to feel bad. I was just clowning.”
I clenched my hands in my pockets.
He stayed by my side like a dog.
After a few minutes, I muttered, “I’ve never been able to do that, you know. I just give up. I back down, I back out. I’m a – “
“You’re not a coward.”
“Well thanks, but I was going to say I wasn't a clown. I’ve survived endless tortures in my fox years; I don’t need a human teenager to assure me I've got courage.”
“Mean.” Yuusuke pinched his face up. “Good one.”
After a minute, his eyes slid sideways.
I squinted. “What are you doing? Urameshi– “
He reached out like he was going to clap his hand on my shoulder but instead swung it around, smacking me across the ass cheek like a baseball player.
I had my hands jammed deep into my Blue Label trench and the wool tugged as I tried to yank them out; I leapt sideways, skidding on the ice. Yuusuke howled and I ended up taking a knee on the concrete.
“You fucker.”
“HE’S BACK IN THE GAME,” Yuusuke bellowed to everyone else in the park, whooping.
“You’re kidding me.” I pushed up, brushing the grit off my stained knee.
“THAT’S OUR BOY.”
“You’re a jackass, coach…” I said it, but I didn’t mean it much.
Yuusuke jumped, punching the air, and he saw I was laughing.

Hiei stared when we showed up. I mouthed, What? He touched his cheek and grinned. I blushed even harder.
“You look…healthy,” Hiei smirked.
“I’ve been taking good care of him,” Yuusuke crowed. He flung his arm up to pat my head. I’d a good half foot on him since this last year, but I was still thinking about the sidewalk and I jumped a mile when I saw his hand move.
I took my hands out of the stupid rough pockets and tugged on my gloves instead. “So you’ve all heard. The old Spirit Detective Sensui is working with psychics, including young and criminally innocent human kids.”
“Not too innocent,” Yuusuke muttered.
“Naive to power,” I said.
I was dropping the tone of my voice; I felt a need to have control over the situation.
I took out my phone and pulled up the photo gallery, where I’d taken two shots of the paused video. “Here are the two men we’re looking for, the detective – and the boy. We’ve reported him missing and taken an ad out in the paper.”
Hiei and Kuwabara leaned in toward the tiny screen, picking out his features from the pixels.
The phone rang, brash and loud as a cymbal.
“Christ!” Kuwabara howled, throwing his arms up to protect himself.
Hiei grit teeth and his image flickered as he fled and then recovered. He stuck his finger in his right ear, glaring at Kuwabara. “The hell is wrong with you?”
Yuusuke snickered. “What’s that magical flower shit ringtone?”
“Shut up,” I turned the volume down and checked the number. “Out of town. This could be Sensui."
Yuusuke grabbed the phone from me and turned it on, saying, “I don’t want you answering. Hi. Hello? Oh – he’s fine, he’s right here.”
I winced. “No. Take a message.”
“Dude, it’s your mom.”
“I know it’s my mom! I don’t want to talk to her right now.”
“He doesn’t want to talk to you right now.”
I grabbed the phone back. “Mother? Yes, I’m fine. There was a – an incident at the lab. No one was hurt. We got the doctor to the shower in time. Yes, well, our equipment isn’t fit to stand the concentrations we’re working with – I know. We’ve got a grant application out for it.” I moved away from the guys, who were laughing at me and distracting me. “Having lunch with friends. Yeah, that was him. They all say hello – what do you mean, the hospital?”
That wasn’t the hospital number – was this an illusion? No – just a off the rack mobile, probably. She didn’t have a cell phone.
I hung up a few minutes later.
“My mother’s boyfriend is in the psychiatric hospital.”
Yuusuke whistled. “Any chance it’s just for fear of commitment?”
“He started drinking again,” I said. “And thinks that he killed my mom and his son with the car.”
“But you just talked to your mom,” Kuwabara said.
Hiei looked up at him in pained fascination. “I cannot believe you dress yourself in the mornings.”
“Sorry, you must be this high to enter the conversation,” Kuwabara said, holding his hand over Hiei’s head. “That doesn’t include hair.”
“Kuwabara,” I mediated. “It’s likely that the same man who attacked me also attacked Hatanaka-san and drove him insane."
“Oh.”
“We should talk to him. It’ll take time for Botan to run that second photo through their system.”
“Great,” Yuusuke said. Both he and Kuwabara were wearing trendy but thin jackets and were starting to slap their arms and jump to keep warm. “Let’s walk.”

We stopped to get hot drinks after a very short interview with my family. My mother was obviously delighted to see me with friends; she didn’t like to think she might’ve raised a sociopath. We hung around with her a half hour after I spoke with Hatanaka. He looked awful.
I took a minute alone with him, quiet. Finally I said, “You know that wasn’t real?”
“Seemed so – bright.”
“You weren’t drinking, sir. We all know it.”
Hatanaka looked up at me, then back his hands. He was tearing at hangnails. “You’re so young.”
I crouched down so I could look up into his face. It wasn’t frightening. Now that I looked at him, I could see he wasn’t the same person as in the nightmare. He was dull, well-intended, and badly taught. But he was trying, and that was something.
“It…it wasn’t drugs,” Hatanaka said.
“I know. Look, phenomena like this happen. You got caught in something. It wasn’t your fault. Forget about it and keep going. It was like a nightmare; it wasn’t – meaningful.”
He nodded, picking at his hands. He wept for a second and drew a sloppy breath.
I pat his arm. “You’re a good father. You’ll get through this.”
Hatanaka grinned, red eyed, and looked at me. He nodded. “Thanks. Um. Your mother and I…weren’t going to tell Shuichi-chan about this.”
I nodded. “Whatever you two decide is fine.”
“You’re a good kid.”
I let him rest.
Returning to the other room, I found the team talking to my mother.
There was something about the human boys that filled a room. Kuwabara and Yuusuke had that mesomorph build, the lurching shoulders and broad backs. Their manners were mixed with bubbling aggression and deprecating teasing. They were warm.
Hiei and I were stingily made. I always wondered that no one could tell we didn’t belong. Demons were so lean and scarce; it seemed obvious that we were built for running and killing, while humans were round and solid for wrestling and standing their ground.
Humans were love and cooperation. Demons were survival and death.

We stopped at a row of vending machines on the street afterwards to get tea.
Yuusuke fed yen to the coin slot, telling a story about Genkai making him wait in line for days to get some videogame the night it came out as part of his training. “I was like, those are brand new god-given thumbs I just won for you in a tournament against evil and your ex-boyfriend, and what are you using them for? Slaughtering digital zombies.”
Kuwabara fished the hot cans from the vent with his hand wrapped it his sleeve. He cracked the lid on mine because I was still wearing gloves and apparently, he thought that would stop me.
It was kind.
None of them had been anything but considerate. There was none of the ostracism or ridicule the clinic warned about, that psychologists insensitively titled ‘the second rape,’ as if social backlash could be anything like physical violation.
Their friendship broke my heart. I was happy in a way that made me want to weep. If I had been offered a chance to die for them then, I’d have stepped forward in a heartbeat.
“What is this?” Yuusuke look queerly at a gold coin he’d drawn from his pocket. “Is this plastic? Old lady paid me in poker chips.”
I bit my lip, moving to avoid the fight that was about to break out: Kuwabara was holding Hiei’s can high above his head. I put my hand on Kuwabara's arm, pulling it down. “Let’s not.”
Hiei took the scalding can. He turned it, confused. “You said these were hot.”
“Moron,” Kuwabara murmured, as he sipped.
Hiei sliced the top off. A mushroom of steam rolled up. Rather than be intimidated, Kuwabara said, “Wow,” and tried to make his spirit sword into a can opener.
I laughed, thinking cynically, This is my life now? Perhaps the sun was worth the rain.

The phone rang. I picked up the call, glancing at the screen. The area code was my stepbrother’s school.
“Shuichi-kun,” I greeted him, feeling the heat seem through my glove. “How’s it going?”
There was a pause, a low breath.
Then the voice, his voice, Hatanaka who wasn’t the one lying in psych ward. The same voice on the videotape but now undistorted and ringing, loud in my ear and clear enough to chip diamond.
“I didn’t know you had a phone, Shu-tan.”
I swallowed. I dropped my can and held up a finger into the group. The boys stopped talking.
My heart was thudding so I could feel it impacting my ribs like an animal charging cage bars.
“Yes…sir.” It wasn’t hard to make my voice crushed, vulnerable. “I have a phone.”
“I, ah, saw my picture posted.”
“We were looking for you.” I moved the phone from my mouth and said to Hiei: “He’s near my brother’s school.”
Hiei’s ki rose as he began searching, looking for the boy on the phone with the jagan.
“I bet you were. How are you feeling, Shuichi-chan?”
Adrenaline was flooding my body; I felt like I was drowning in that prickling heat. “Fine. Thank you for asking.”
Yuusuke squinted, lifting his hands up in a shrug. I jabbed my finger at the phone. His eyes widened and he mouthed, Why?
I rolled my eyes, gesturing, I don’t know. “And you?”
“I’m managing. I miss you, Shuichi."
"We should meet."
"Well, you know where to find me now.”
“I do. Is my brother with you now?”
“Unavailable.”
“Put him on the phone.”
“Say please.”
"Please."
Hiei made a small gesture and shut his eyes, trying harder, trying again.
“Guess what? I can expand my territory and do to your brother and his classmates what I did to you.”
“I don’t think so. That’s an interesting power you have, Mr. – you know, I didn’t catch your name the other night.”
He chuckled. He may not be handsome, but his laugh was. “Don’t you know your own father’s name?”
"Take pity, I had a concussion.”
He laughed again, then drew his breath in. “Call me Takasune.”
Was he serious? I licked my lips. That was lucky.
“Takasune then. It’s a pleasure to hear your voice.” And it was. We were getting close.
“That’s not my real name.”
That was a strange tone. I wondered if he’d slipped up. If rapists imagine intimacy with their victim, he may have an illusion of comfort.
He seemed to favor me, not just as a victim but as if he’d been aware of me for a long time. Perhaps he had told me his real name. It may be hard for him to consider me an enemy. However, I was willing to ease that.
I purred, “I’ll call you whatever you like, Takasune-sama.”
Kuwabara made a face.
Yuusuke hit him, muttering, “He’s keeping him on the phone, don’t be an asshole.”
I pointed down the street and started walking.
“Just say my name again,” the voice said.
“Takasune?” I said.
“Yeah, Minamino.” His breath came hard. “Keep talking. Mm, I miss your hair…”
I crossed the street, squinting into the blinding snow.
He moaned. “Keep talking, Minamino. Oh.”
“Takasune,” I chided. “Are you watching our movie?”
The voice laughed.
I sighed, pointing out the sign to boys – Internet Café.
“Talk or I’ll have to take it out on your brother.”
“What do you want me to say?” I covered the mouthpiece. Yuusuke and Kuwabara were trailing. “Go inside and get a computer up to check him out. Takasune. Cross it with local school names.”
Yuusuke nodded and grabbed the front of Kuwabara’s jacket, dragging him through the door.
“Say…” The voice instructed, strained. “Say you want it.”
I shut my eyes. The snow fell quiet.
I turned to the street and leaned against the storefront window. “I want it…Takasune.”
“Say you loved it. Say you loved my cock in your mouth.”
“Hm. I don’t remember that part.”
“Just say it,” he groaned. “Say it, you dumb bitch.”
He said the epithet like it were a cheer.
I watched a couple wander by me, their arms clasped together. “I can’t say that. I’m on the street.”
“What are you wearing?”
I muttered, “My coat.”
Hiei flashed up to me. “Can’t see him. I’m going to find your brother and search out from there.” I nodded and he was gone.
The voice came. “Anything else?”
“It’s snowing.”
“Maybe I’ll send someone to come get you.”
I turned around and knocked on the window, putting my hand to the glass so I could see through the reflection. The boys were inside, fairly close to the window. Yuusuke held up a finger. One minute.
I pointed at the phone, then at the ground where I stood.
“Bring you here, all tied up, lubed up, ready to go.” There was a pause. “I’m sorry about that.”
“About what?”
“Going in dry. Sorry.”
I chewed my lip.
“I said I was sorry!”
“I’ll need more than your word,” I said softly.
He sneered, “You know, I’m kind of dry now. Maybe I need little brother on his knees to wet me down?”
I took a risk. It was a clear threat, not arousal – he wasn’t attracted to my brother. “I don’t think he’s your type.”
“Oh? What’s my type?”
“Me.”
Yuusuke jumped up, Cheshire grin pasted on. He stumbled over chairs to the window and knocked on the glass.
I came close, the phone still to my ear, and he slammed a print out. I read it. A boy's baseball team, junior high, from two years ago. I scanned the names. Itou Takasune, second row, center. That put him a year behind me, maybe even a year younger. He wasn’t smiling well in the photo. He looked hurt. They’d won the game though.
I dodged, catching Yuusuke's eyes through the glass.
He gave me a thumbs up.

Hiei flashed back to my side and shrugged. "Your brother's in class. No one bothering him. Stolen phone?"
“Itou-san, we’ll have to talk later," I said. "You’re wasting my minutes.” I hung up.
Kuwarbara caught me, shoving through the door. “Wait – don't hang up! We can’t find him with just that.”
The phone rang; I turned it off. “If he gets angry enough, he’ll come to us. I’m going to go turn this in to the police. I think I just remembered something about my attacker. I think I saw him hanging around my school before. Taka-something, Saitou, Itou…” I started walking, practicing my speech.
“But the police can’t handle him.”
“They won’t find him. Because we’ll have Hiei watch their computers when they search and we’ll get there first.”
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Stepfather	By : Artemick Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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