-Number 1 fan- (Soukoku)

-Chapter 3-

The past few days have been hellish. Chuuya has been surviving with soup and sometimes noodles that were placed on the table beside the couch,  which wasn't there before. Chuuya thoight that probably his stalker didn't want him dying from starvation. No matter what he tried. From pretending to sleep, to trying to lure the stranger out, it never worked. It only has been the 3rd day and Chuuya felt like he wanted to die already. It was boring and even if he tried to escape and help himself, there will always be a warning.

As Chuuya sighed and sat up straight,  he was motionless as he felt two slim arms snake around his waist and a head found itself on his right crook of his neck. He was beyond scared. As he felt the stranger's breath on his neck,  he shifted in his seat uncomfotably. The stranger noticing that, gripped Chuuya tighter,  making Chuuya wince slightly. Raiaing his hand slightly to struggle out of the other's grip, the stranger's arm traveled it's way to Chuuya's hand and tried pushing it down. Chuuya struggled and resisted but the stranger clicked his tongue in frustration and that made Chuuya let go of that hope of trying to escape as the energy left his arms. Th stranger gripped his hands gently and that stunned Chuuya. He thought it would be rougher. The stranger rested his head at the crook of Chuuya's neck again but stilk maintaining that grip on Chuuya's hand. At the aide of his eye,  Chuuya could see a lock of brown hair creeping out of that black hood. Chuuya took the time to observe and noticed that bandages covered the stranger's arms. He wasn't fully sure but he felt bandages touching hisnback and neck everytime the individual moved his head. Was he badly injured? That would give Chuuya an advantage and he realised that when the stranger was pushing his hands down,  if Chuuya tried,  he woukd definitely win in a combat. However,  he shouldn't rush into conclusions,  what if the other had weapons or some smart strategy just in case he had to fight combat. He musn't rush! Chuuya kept chanting that in his head but the breathing from the stranger was making him go crazy. He was way to close. Since the firat day, that stalker still hasn't talked at all. Silent at all times. Fortunately,  Chuuy had a feeling that he won't get killed if he did something wrong. He would only get warned. So he risked it and took the chance, "What do you want with me anyway? " his words all laced with fear. He was scared of the answer. The person behind him kept silent before replying rather snappy, "I want you to be mine... "Chuuya sighed, "Just that? " He felt the male nod and he sighed once more. What was hw going to do?