Title: Our Romanesque
Story: Shota is trapped in a violent relationship he can't seem to get out of. Will Subaru be able to save him?
I promised Maru I’d be back for Christmas dinner. Subaru had insisted I take him with me for two reasons:
1) He didn’t want me walking back on my own,
& 2) He was too scared to stay in the house by himself.
I had no other choice, Subaru would have followed me here no matter how many times I would have told him not to. But I knew I was digging my own hole; all I could do was pray silently to myself that nothing would kick off with Subaru and Maru being in the same room for the first time in a whole year.
I knocked the door, and I prepared myself for the forthcoming drama until the door had finally opened.
“Shota, you’re just in time!” Maru chirped, as Subaru hid behind me. He must’ve recognised the voice.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I brought a friend along…” I said, hearing my own nervousness leak into my voice.
Subaru stepped out from behind me, doing a peace sign with both hands, “Long time no see, Ryuhei.”
Time seemed to go slower in silence. It felt as if the four of us had been eating for hours, yet it had only been five minutes. Hina looked furious as he crunched through his food - he hadn’t said a word since our arrival, but he didn’t need to. I could easily pick up his words from the sharp glares he kept firing in my direction.
Both Subaru and Maruyama seemed as nervous as each other, never looking or speaking to one another. I could feel Subaru’s trembling slightly in mine underneath the table.
“All your stuff’s upstairs in the spare room.” Hina broke the silence.
“Hina, look at me please?” I pleaded. He was so furious that he wouldn’t look at me when he spoke to me.
He slowly but swiftly turned his head in my direction.
“Thankyou.” I wanted to show my gratitude to his face, “For everything. I seriously owe you one.” I smiled, trying to make peace.
He grunted in response, “It’s fine. But this also means that I want you out of my clothes after dinner!”
Subaru and Maru both burst out in laughter at the same time; Hina and I joining in. I couldn’t help but notice how similar both Subaru and Maru were. Their personality traits seemed pretty compatible, and it wasn’t hard to picture them together at all. And even though (I hoped) Subaru was all mine, I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.
Our cheery laughter was cut off with a series of impatient knocks at the door. Hina raced over to answer the knocks and returned with Uchi Hiroki.
“Uchi!” Maru chimed, “How are you?”
The tall boy didn’t respond, but instead looked horror-stricken. This wasn’t like him.
“Has something happened?” I asked.
He nodded. “Ryo… Ryo has…!” his voice panicky. His voice was slurry, it sounded like he had too uch to say and it was all coming out at once.
“Why don’t I get you a drink to calm you down?” Hina offered.
“No!” Uchi clasped ahold of Hina’s arm before he could move, “There’s no time!” and he pulled something out of his denim jacket.
I heard Subaru’s breathing come to a halt - he was still shaken up from this afternoon - and I squeezed his hand under the table.
“It’s okay.” I tried to assure him, knowing that it most definitely wasn’t.
I stood up and took the red envelope from Hiroki’s hands, ripped it open and let the ghastly photos fall onto the table.
“Oh my God.” Maru whimpered.
We all looked down terrified, at the horrifying photos of a handsome dark-haired man, strapped tight to a chair with a series of thick ropes, with a gun pointed to his head.
Yokoyama had captured Nishikido Ryo.