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I Miss You When You're Here	By : cdreaiton Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own, not do I make any money from DRAMAtical Murder or its characters.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
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This story is based on a slight AU that can be found at the following blog:
http://beniseragaki.tumblr.com/post/80739617872/beniseragaki-beniseragaki-au-where-sly-blue
This story is slightly based on that comic. So, to avoid confusion, you might want to take a look at it first. If not, the idea is basically that Sly comes out sometimes, even after Platinum Jail. Koujaku deals with him until Aoba comes back.
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Everything was perfect. Aoba ran through his preparation list in his head one more time, just to be sure. Candles, check. Flowers, check. Dinner warming on the stove, check. Present hidden under the pillow, check. Lube, check. He ticked off the items on his list one by one. Everything had to be perfect tonight. Everything. A smile creeped onto Aoba’s face as he imagined the look on Koujaku’s face when he saw what he had planned for the evening. Between work and Rib meetings, Koujaku had been gone a lot lately.
Aoba had work too, but that was only part time, and he ended up spending a large portion of his day home alone. He played with Ren, visited Tae-san, he’d even started hanging out with Noiz a little. As long as he kept the conversation away from Rhyme, he found that he got along with the other boy quite well. He had also found himself spending an abnormal amount of time sleeping. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but he hated the idea that he was becoming lazy.
Usually, he would have just headed to Mizuki’s bar and hung out with him, but his friend had seemed distant and almost...jumpy lately. Aoba had tried to talk to him about it, but Mizuki always managed to avoid the subject with some sort of non-committal excuse. ‘I’m just busy with work.’ ‘I’m just tired today, really.’ And so on and so forth.
But none of that really mattered right now. Right now, all he wanted to think about was the evening he had planned for him and Koujaku. It was almost time for Koujaku to be home from work. There was no Rib meeting tonight, and Aoba had talked to a couple of Koujaku’s team members to ensure that Koujaku came straight home from work. He wasn’t sure exactly how they were going to accomplish that, but he had faith in them.
It had been a while since the two of them had done anything couple-esq. And with Koujaku being gone so much, they hadn’t had sex in almost two weeks. A slight blush joined the smile on Aoba’s face. Embarrassment joined the emotions swirling around in his head. He shook his head quickly and smacked his cheeks to drive it away. This was no time to be getting embarrassed. He had already decided that he was going to go through with this tonight no matter what. He’d spent the majority of the day psyching himself up and preparing what he would say and do. If he got embarrassed now, he might lose his nerve and then the whole night would be ruined.
Straightening out the kimono he was wearing, he left the bedroom and closed the door. He wanted everything to be a surprise. Tonight, he was going to take the lead and make sure Koujaku knew, in no uncertain terms, that Aoba wanted him. That Aoba loved him. So he’d asked Tae-san to make Koujaku’s favorite food, he’d had the flower shop down the street make a special bouquet of Koujaku’s favorite flower, and he’d pulled his kimono out of the closet. Koujaku never said anything about Aoba’s clothes, and Aoba knew he didn’t particularly mind what he wore. But Aoba also knew that Koujaku liked traditional clothing styles, and tonight was all about showing Koujaku how much he loved him.
The sound of footsteps outside the apartment brought Aoba out of his thoughts and back to reality. He squared his shoulders, opened the front of the kimono just a fraction more, took a deep breath, and waited for the door to open.
Moments later he heard the jingle of keys, and Koujaku came through the door.
“I’m home, Aoba.” Koujaku’s voice sounded tired as he closed the door behind him. Aoba smiled to himself, knowing that the exhaustion wouldn’t stay around for long.
“Welcome back.”
He put as much love and lust into his voice as he could manage. [Take the lead, Aoba. You can do it. Don’t back out now.] He saw Koujaku freeze in surprise, hand still on the hilt of the sword he was leaning against the wall. Slowly, carefully, he walked towards Koujaku, making sure that his way of walking showed off the kimono he was wearing in the most flattering way possible.
Koujaku didn’t move as he walked. Aoba could see Koujaku’s chest rising and falling with each breath as he got closer, but that was the only part of him that moved. The red eyes were wide open in surprise, making Aoba’s smile deepen in delight at having caught his lover off guard. Once he was within reach, he slid his hand into the front of Koujaku’s kimono, running his fingers along the taught abdominal muscles. He felt Koujaku flinch slightly and it gave Aoba courage to continue.
Aoba brought his other hand up to Koujaku’s face, and gently brushed the bangs away from his right eye. Using his hand as leverage, he brought his face close to Koujaku’s, closed his eyes and kissed him softly. Koujaku still hadn’t moved. Aoba, continuing with his plan to take the lead, ran his tongue along Koujaku’s closed lips, enticing them to open and deepen the kiss. The small shocked gasp Koujaku let out at this action gave Aoba just enough of an opening to slip in.
As Aoba deepened the kiss, he began to run his hand up Koujaku’s chest, keeping his touch light and teasing as he sought out his partners sensitive spots. Finally, he felt Koujaku move, and big, warm hands rested on his shoulders. Anticipating Koujaku’s action, Aoba moved his body a bit closer.
The hands on his shoulders gripped him tightly. Painfully. Aoba was about to reprimand Koujaku for forgetting his own strength when he was suddenly shoved backwards with so much force that he fell to the floor. Shock and confusion filled Aoba’s mind as he looked up at Koujaku. The dark eyes looking back at him were filled with an indescribable emotion. For the first time since the events in Platinum Jail, Aoba was slightly afraid of Koujaku.
“Koujaku, what…?”
“Don’t!” The power in Koujaku’s shout caused Aoba to flinch back and stop mid-sentence. “Just don’t.” Koujaku clenched his fists at his side and dropped his gaze to the floor.
The silence in the apartment was unbearable. Unsure of what was going on Aoba picked himself up and slowly reached a hand out to the tense figure in front of him.
“Koujaku, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Can I…?”
“I told you to stop!” Koujaku slapped away the extended hand. Aoba pulled his stinging hand back to his chest reflexively, cradling it in the other.
“Koujaku…” Aoba’s whisper was barely audible.
“Is this fun for you? Do you get some sort of sick pleasure out of torturing me like this?” Koujaku’s voice was strained with emotion. He turned his back to Aoba and picked up his sword. “I’m going out. Aoba better be back when I get home.”
[What? What? Aoba? I am Aoba. What?]
Without thinking, Aoba grabbed the back of Koujaku’s kimono, stopping him. He held onto the cloth like a life line.
“Wait, you’re not making any sense. What’s wrong? Did I upset you somehow? What do you mean ‘Aoba better be back’. I am Aoba. Koujaku…” Aoba’s words were jumbled and his thoughts made no sense. His speech was rapid and muffled. [I am Aoba.]
“Let me go. Now.” The anger was evident in Koujaku’s voice, and Aoba released the kimono involuntarily, his fear growing. “You are not Aoba, you will never be Aoba, and your little game of pretend is getting old.”
“Pretend…? Koujaku, I’m not pretending…” Aoba’s confusion continued to grow. Koujaku spun around and grabbed Aoba’s shoulders, digging his fingers into the flesh painfully. “Ow! Koujaku, that hurts.” Either Koujaku didn’t hear him, or he was simply ignoring Aoba’s cry.
As he looked up into Koujaku’s eyes, Aoba felt his heart break a little. There was no love in his gaze. There was pain, and fear, and another emotion Aoba couldn’t quite identify. For a moment, he thought Koujaku had lost control again, but he quickly dismissed the thought. This wasn’t the fault of the tattoos. This was something else. Aoba grimaced as the pain in his shoulders increased, but before he had a chance to try and free himself Koujaku began to shake him.
“Give him back to me! Give Aoba back! You are not Aoba!! You’re nothing but an imposter! Why are you doing this to me? To him? Do you even care about what happens to him? At this rate, you’re going to kill him!!” Koujaku finally stopped shaking Aoba and lowered his head, restrained tears starting to show at the corners of his eyes. “I just want him back. Please give him back to me.”
Aoba opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He had no words. Nothing was making sense. It felt like he was trapped in some sort of horrible nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from. As he stood there, fumbling around his head for the right words, Koujaku removed his hands from Aoba’s shoulders and turned back to the door. Aoba watched in a sort of detached horror as Koujaku disappeared through the door and left him standing there in the middle of the entry way. Alone.
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