StarLit / Yaoi

StarLit / Chapter 13

"Are you sure?" He asked me. We were standing in front of Yuki's house and the only reason I was standing there beside him was because I insisted on it.

Yuki had gotten a call from his uncle to arrive home. He seemed very stern and demanding so Yuki was terrified, scared that if he ignored it his uncle would come after him. As he told me this he was doing his absolute best not to cry or look scared, but even if he was pretending he was fine I could see through that lie. I knew perfectly well that he didn't want to go, so I wouldn't make him go alone. So, here we are. Standing in front of his uncle's house.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Yuki trying his hardest to look perfectly fine, but you could see the fear in his eyes. I nodded, finally answer his question and pulling him forward with me. "It's fine. Let's go in"

"He'll be mad that your here"

"Then he can beat me up" I replied coolly. Actually, I sounded a lot better than I felt. On the inside, I must have been just as terrified as Yuki to be walking into this gateway to hell.

Once he opened the door the first thing I noticed was how normal the house looked. I was half expecting there to be blood and torture machines everywhere you looked, but it was actually just as usual as my house. There was a flat screen TV in front of a leather couch and a coffee table with a glass top standing above a shag rug that looked like it had just been steamed. The only thing slightly unusual about the room was a photography studio in the corner. Pictures were on the wall behind it, but they all looked like the pictures you'd buy with the frame. All just samples.

"So, your uncle is a photographer?"

Yuki jolted when I asked that and he put his head down. "No... Daisuke is" I immediately remembered the second guy the day of the festival. So his name is Daisuke. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Just water" It was a weird request, but I didn't feel like having anything else. Instead, I looked around the room a little bit more until something else caught my eye. Right in the very corner, almost out of sight, was a standing dresser. It was fairly small, almost mistakable for a nightstand, but it was right beside the photography studio.

I glanced over into the kitchen to see if Yuki was paying any attention. He wasn't, so I went straight towards the dresser. Inside there lay maybe five or six dresses, all worn out or ripped. That was strange and something I wasn't really expecting to find. I closed it finally and walked over to the living room and sat down on the leather couch.

"Hey, so, um, we can't watch anything," he said solemly, passing me a cold glass of water. "We can't really do much of anything, actually"

I silently sighed, but I understood. "We could work on homework?"

"Yeah. We could" But he didn't seem at all motivated for something like that.

There were so many things I wanted to ask him. I wanted to know more about the strange dresser in the corner, the photography studio, more about his uncle and how he ended up here. But I couldn't find a way to ask any of these questions without prying.

We must have sat there for the longest time just staring off into space. Neither of us would say anything so it turned into something really awkward. Finally, I pulled out a book and started reading, Yuki didn't move. He sat furthest from me on the floor in front of the couch. I had a question about that, too, but he looked perfectly content so I didn't say anything.

A few hours had passed until I looked up at the clock and saw that it was getting close to night. Yuki was still sitting there, staring at the wall. "Hey, Yuki, when does your uncle get back?" It was only when I finished that question that I noticed something strange about his expression. He was happy.