Yoshimitsu
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New fic. Deals with sexual situations (nothing too graphic, don't worry) and homosexual themes. Don't read if easily offended. However, other than that, go right ahead.
Chapter One: University, that annoying thing in between naps.
Predictably, everyone was in the refectory. Or rather, everyone who was too lazy to go home and cook themselves something was there. As usual, it was loud and warm with people wandering around, looking for a free table. Even some of the lecturers were there, probably discussing notes for an afternoon lecture or complaining that no one paid them any attention. Nothing particularly interesting, because that didn't happen here. Not in the refectory at any rate. It was just a filled pause in the day, between classes and societies. As soon as it hit five to one, half of the people eating abandoned their meals and left, their afternoon classes starting.
Justin fucking hated the refectory.
It wasn't because it wasn't a nice room or anything. Built into what he said closely resembled a church and with the insides completely revamped to accommodate the kitchens and tables, it was pretty enough. The food wasn't bad, not exactly gourmet cuisine but edible enough, and the chairs were comfy for university furniture. No, he hated the refectory because it was boring. Nothing ever happened in there. He wasn't interested in listening to the lads talk about football or the girls bitch about whatever that skank did on friday night. He definitely wasn't interested in any of the societies' propaganda that they were planning. He had his interests, and they usually took him where he wanted.
"Queens tonight?"
His best friend, Violet, was sat with him. They weren't even eating anything, just taking up a six person table on their own. Pretty normal for them. The table at the back that was too far for anyone to want to sit at it. They wouldn't have minded, as long as no one actively tried to talk to them.
"It's thursday, innit?"
And that was that, as far as Justin was concerned. Every thursday, like clockwork, he'd be there. Always having one too many shots, dancing for one hour too long, and usually ending up in someone else's house for the night. Violet came along too, maybe brought one or two of her friends so she didn't end up alone when Justin disappeared. She always seemed like she was having a good time, so Justin never questioned it. She liked the music as much as he did, and it was a given that teenagers liked alcohol, she there weren't any issues.
"I'll bring Lauren and Sarah too."
"Sounds good. Predrinks?"
"At mine, about eight."
"Got a lecture?"
"Yeah, I should get going for it, really."
"Alright, I'll head home. See you later, Violet."
"Bye, Justin."
Justin sat there for another few minutes as Violet shouldered her bag and walked off. Normally, people thought they were a couple. They were very close, holding hands, cuddling, kissing, the works, and always chatting about whatever came to mind. People were always very wrong about them though. Today was an exception, though. Sometimes, Justin didn't feel like talking about anything and Violet understood that. A group of people wandered over and asked if the empty seats were free. Justin smiled, a forced smile, and told them that he was just leaving. He hadn't brought a bag so there wasn't any delay in moving. Shame.
The union was a good place to mill around aimlessly though, so he didn't immediately set off home. It had a few random essentials shops and smaller food places, like a pasty and sandwich shop. A lounge area that Violet hated going to because it was too quiet, but it was the only way to the smoking area. Justin checked his pockets quickly, pulling out a near-empty packet of cigarettes. May as well, he'd just end up buying more anyway. A couple of heads turned and watched him as he passed through, but he didn't know why. It wasn't like he was wearing his red jeans. He pushed through the doors, sparking up as he did. No one was outside though, so he was rapidly running out of reasons to prolong going home.
Justin was one of the few people he knew who didn't move to the university. His parents didn't want to fork out money for the rent, even though they were loaded. It was alright, though, since he only went back for a change of clothes or a shower. If he hadn't crashed at some randomer's house, he'd be at Violet's. She understood, and she didn't mind. Very understanding, Violet was. Justin took a deep drag, then sighed it out. No point in waiting around if there was no one to talk to. Best get moving then.
The walk wasn't a long one. Only twenty minutes, or a bus that took five if he bothered to catch it. A shortcut through the park nearby cut off another couple of minutes, but he never took it. No point, and at night it looked like a death trap. No, he always walked the road route and stopped at every traffic light. He was crossing a road when someone shouted his name.
"Justin! Hey, Justin!"
He wasn't always the most sensible person, but he at least knew he couldn't stop in the middle of the road. He turned his head and saw a blond girl running up the pavement to meet him. He thought her name was either Sandra or Leah, but he couldn't quite remember.
"A'right?" He greeted her, his hands in his pockets. She was smiling, showing off teeth so white they probably glowed in the dark.
"Are you going to Queens tonight?" She asked, rummaging around her handbag for something. She pulled out a packet of cigarettes and looked inside it. Evidently none left since she crumpled it up and threw it away. "You haven't got a spare cig have you?"
"Just ran out, and 'course I'm at Queens," Justin replied with a smile of his own, though his was a lot more forced. "You coming?"
"I think so, is it drinks at Violet's?"
"Yeah, same as always. Listen, I've gotta jet, wanna grab a shower and something to eat," Justin said. "Nice to see you again."
"You too, we need to have a catch up some time!"
"Yeah, 'course. See you later."
Sandra-or-Leah hugged him briefly, then carried on back up the road. Justin didn't watch her go, not actually that interested in her at all. If he couldn't remember her name properly, there was no chance he'd make any real plans to do anything. She probably felt the same anyway, so whatever. Justin just carried on walking. His pace slowed down though, and he was near motionless when he finally reached the road his house was on. Well before reaching the front door, he fished his keys out of his pocket and picked out the right one. He glanced around the road. Neither of his parents' cars were there. Thank Christ.
He had a spring back in his step as he walked up his driveway and let himself into the house. The first thing he did when he was through the door was check the hallway table. As he expected, a credit card lay in wait for him with a note saying "Justin, have fun". If he was right, he'd have some food in the kitchen too. That'd hopefully give him just enough time to have a shower and grab his stuff so he could go over to Violet's well ahead of time. He kicked his shoes off, then ran upstairs to his room.
Again, as usual, his room was immaculately clean. Obviously his mother had gone in and cleaned it up for him, as well as left her credit card behind. He grabbed some shower gel and shampoo, then rushed to the shower. He wanted to be done as quickly as possible. He stripped and threw his clothes in the laundry basket, then turned the shower jets on. No point in looking in the mirror just yet, not until he felt cleaner. He stepped under the hot water, grateful for the way it felt on his torso. He allowed himself a minute to just enjoy the soothing sensation before hurrying himself along.
He grabbed a towel from the rack and dried his hair as quickly as possible, only now stopping to look in the mirror. His dirty blonde hair was spiked all over the place thanks to the water, but he'd fix that later. As much as he didn't want to look, his eyes were automatically drawn to his toned chest. Purple, vibrant bruises covered his skin. Some of his skin was still yellow from the last bruises he got, but mostly it was black and blue. He turned around to look at his back, but it was much the same as the front. At least there were none on his arms or face this time. Not the worst he'd had. He patted down the rest of his body with the towel, a little gingerly around the bruised areas, then wrapped it around him and went back to his room.
The downside of his mother tidying up his room was that she tended to put things in entirely new and exciting places for him to find. The only thing he could ever find was his underwear, top drawer with his pyjamas that he never wore. He threw on a random branded pair, then looked around his room to try to figure out where his other clothes would be. It took a few minutes, but he finally located an outfit he wanted to wear. A blue vest with a black sleeveless jacket, some tight-fitting jeans and a pair of black canvas shoes. His mother had apparently decided that under the bed was the best place for his clothes, and his chest of drawers was where he needed to keep his electronics. He'd never understand women.
After putting on his outfit and filling a bag with a few essentials, such as hair gel, cologne, a spare pair of boxers, wallet, keys and phone, he ran back downstairs to see what food was available. A chicken casserole was waiting in the oven. Starving, Justin pulled it out of the oven and ate directly from the pan it had been cooking in. Sure, his parents might complain but screw them, he figured. After wolfing down his fill of chicken, which he noticed was a bit better than usual, he shouldered his bag and was out of the door again. No point in leaving a note, they wouldn't give a damn anyway, though he made sure to grab the credit card on the way out.
He checked his phone to see if Violet was out of her lecture. Sure enough, she'd sent him a text message half an hour ago to let him know she was on her way home. His walk was suddenly a lot brisker, and a lot happier. A smile was on his face again.
Chapter One: University, that annoying thing in between naps.
Predictably, everyone was in the refectory. Or rather, everyone who was too lazy to go home and cook themselves something was there. As usual, it was loud and warm with people wandering around, looking for a free table. Even some of the lecturers were there, probably discussing notes for an afternoon lecture or complaining that no one paid them any attention. Nothing particularly interesting, because that didn't happen here. Not in the refectory at any rate. It was just a filled pause in the day, between classes and societies. As soon as it hit five to one, half of the people eating abandoned their meals and left, their afternoon classes starting.
Justin fucking hated the refectory.
It wasn't because it wasn't a nice room or anything. Built into what he said closely resembled a church and with the insides completely revamped to accommodate the kitchens and tables, it was pretty enough. The food wasn't bad, not exactly gourmet cuisine but edible enough, and the chairs were comfy for university furniture. No, he hated the refectory because it was boring. Nothing ever happened in there. He wasn't interested in listening to the lads talk about football or the girls bitch about whatever that skank did on friday night. He definitely wasn't interested in any of the societies' propaganda that they were planning. He had his interests, and they usually took him where he wanted.
"Queens tonight?"
His best friend, Violet, was sat with him. They weren't even eating anything, just taking up a six person table on their own. Pretty normal for them. The table at the back that was too far for anyone to want to sit at it. They wouldn't have minded, as long as no one actively tried to talk to them.
"It's thursday, innit?"
And that was that, as far as Justin was concerned. Every thursday, like clockwork, he'd be there. Always having one too many shots, dancing for one hour too long, and usually ending up in someone else's house for the night. Violet came along too, maybe brought one or two of her friends so she didn't end up alone when Justin disappeared. She always seemed like she was having a good time, so Justin never questioned it. She liked the music as much as he did, and it was a given that teenagers liked alcohol, she there weren't any issues.
"I'll bring Lauren and Sarah too."
"Sounds good. Predrinks?"
"At mine, about eight."
"Got a lecture?"
"Yeah, I should get going for it, really."
"Alright, I'll head home. See you later, Violet."
"Bye, Justin."
Justin sat there for another few minutes as Violet shouldered her bag and walked off. Normally, people thought they were a couple. They were very close, holding hands, cuddling, kissing, the works, and always chatting about whatever came to mind. People were always very wrong about them though. Today was an exception, though. Sometimes, Justin didn't feel like talking about anything and Violet understood that. A group of people wandered over and asked if the empty seats were free. Justin smiled, a forced smile, and told them that he was just leaving. He hadn't brought a bag so there wasn't any delay in moving. Shame.
The union was a good place to mill around aimlessly though, so he didn't immediately set off home. It had a few random essentials shops and smaller food places, like a pasty and sandwich shop. A lounge area that Violet hated going to because it was too quiet, but it was the only way to the smoking area. Justin checked his pockets quickly, pulling out a near-empty packet of cigarettes. May as well, he'd just end up buying more anyway. A couple of heads turned and watched him as he passed through, but he didn't know why. It wasn't like he was wearing his red jeans. He pushed through the doors, sparking up as he did. No one was outside though, so he was rapidly running out of reasons to prolong going home.
Justin was one of the few people he knew who didn't move to the university. His parents didn't want to fork out money for the rent, even though they were loaded. It was alright, though, since he only went back for a change of clothes or a shower. If he hadn't crashed at some randomer's house, he'd be at Violet's. She understood, and she didn't mind. Very understanding, Violet was. Justin took a deep drag, then sighed it out. No point in waiting around if there was no one to talk to. Best get moving then.
The walk wasn't a long one. Only twenty minutes, or a bus that took five if he bothered to catch it. A shortcut through the park nearby cut off another couple of minutes, but he never took it. No point, and at night it looked like a death trap. No, he always walked the road route and stopped at every traffic light. He was crossing a road when someone shouted his name.
"Justin! Hey, Justin!"
He wasn't always the most sensible person, but he at least knew he couldn't stop in the middle of the road. He turned his head and saw a blond girl running up the pavement to meet him. He thought her name was either Sandra or Leah, but he couldn't quite remember.
"A'right?" He greeted her, his hands in his pockets. She was smiling, showing off teeth so white they probably glowed in the dark.
"Are you going to Queens tonight?" She asked, rummaging around her handbag for something. She pulled out a packet of cigarettes and looked inside it. Evidently none left since she crumpled it up and threw it away. "You haven't got a spare cig have you?"
"Just ran out, and 'course I'm at Queens," Justin replied with a smile of his own, though his was a lot more forced. "You coming?"
"I think so, is it drinks at Violet's?"
"Yeah, same as always. Listen, I've gotta jet, wanna grab a shower and something to eat," Justin said. "Nice to see you again."
"You too, we need to have a catch up some time!"
"Yeah, 'course. See you later."
Sandra-or-Leah hugged him briefly, then carried on back up the road. Justin didn't watch her go, not actually that interested in her at all. If he couldn't remember her name properly, there was no chance he'd make any real plans to do anything. She probably felt the same anyway, so whatever. Justin just carried on walking. His pace slowed down though, and he was near motionless when he finally reached the road his house was on. Well before reaching the front door, he fished his keys out of his pocket and picked out the right one. He glanced around the road. Neither of his parents' cars were there. Thank Christ.
He had a spring back in his step as he walked up his driveway and let himself into the house. The first thing he did when he was through the door was check the hallway table. As he expected, a credit card lay in wait for him with a note saying "Justin, have fun". If he was right, he'd have some food in the kitchen too. That'd hopefully give him just enough time to have a shower and grab his stuff so he could go over to Violet's well ahead of time. He kicked his shoes off, then ran upstairs to his room.
Again, as usual, his room was immaculately clean. Obviously his mother had gone in and cleaned it up for him, as well as left her credit card behind. He grabbed some shower gel and shampoo, then rushed to the shower. He wanted to be done as quickly as possible. He stripped and threw his clothes in the laundry basket, then turned the shower jets on. No point in looking in the mirror just yet, not until he felt cleaner. He stepped under the hot water, grateful for the way it felt on his torso. He allowed himself a minute to just enjoy the soothing sensation before hurrying himself along.
He grabbed a towel from the rack and dried his hair as quickly as possible, only now stopping to look in the mirror. His dirty blonde hair was spiked all over the place thanks to the water, but he'd fix that later. As much as he didn't want to look, his eyes were automatically drawn to his toned chest. Purple, vibrant bruises covered his skin. Some of his skin was still yellow from the last bruises he got, but mostly it was black and blue. He turned around to look at his back, but it was much the same as the front. At least there were none on his arms or face this time. Not the worst he'd had. He patted down the rest of his body with the towel, a little gingerly around the bruised areas, then wrapped it around him and went back to his room.
The downside of his mother tidying up his room was that she tended to put things in entirely new and exciting places for him to find. The only thing he could ever find was his underwear, top drawer with his pyjamas that he never wore. He threw on a random branded pair, then looked around his room to try to figure out where his other clothes would be. It took a few minutes, but he finally located an outfit he wanted to wear. A blue vest with a black sleeveless jacket, some tight-fitting jeans and a pair of black canvas shoes. His mother had apparently decided that under the bed was the best place for his clothes, and his chest of drawers was where he needed to keep his electronics. He'd never understand women.
After putting on his outfit and filling a bag with a few essentials, such as hair gel, cologne, a spare pair of boxers, wallet, keys and phone, he ran back downstairs to see what food was available. A chicken casserole was waiting in the oven. Starving, Justin pulled it out of the oven and ate directly from the pan it had been cooking in. Sure, his parents might complain but screw them, he figured. After wolfing down his fill of chicken, which he noticed was a bit better than usual, he shouldered his bag and was out of the door again. No point in leaving a note, they wouldn't give a damn anyway, though he made sure to grab the credit card on the way out.
He checked his phone to see if Violet was out of her lecture. Sure enough, she'd sent him a text message half an hour ago to let him know she was on her way home. His walk was suddenly a lot brisker, and a lot happier. A smile was on his face again.
The above is Copyright Elliot Joy
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