Lucky Charm (Bring me Love) - Chapter 1: My Life in mystery

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Pairing: KinKi Kids
Other characters: Nagase Tomoya, MA, 4U, Uchi Hiroki, KAT-TUN mainly
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them, just love them ^^
Setting: AU
Warnings: Bit angsty. Itsi-bitsi-tiny bit.
Multi-Chapter


Notes: New series! It's been a long time since I've actively kept two series running at the same time. Well, time to pick up on my activities a bit. ^^ This one is... well, a bit different. Everybody, I have an announcement to make: I'm writing a totally cliche shojo story. XDDDDDD Me?! Who would ever have guessed? So, before you start reading this, I mean to let you know, there isn't gonna be smut. Well, not much of it, anyway. ^^" It's not like I can/want to do without, but the story won't allow it until rather late chapters. I really hope the story will find readers. I love the idea so much and I enjoy creting it. So, here's chapter 1.


Intro: Koichi is on his way back home from shopping... and the moment he reaches the door of his aparment, nothing is the way it was when he left anymore...

Koichi sighed as he searched his pocket for his keys. Somehow he always forgot to get them out when he had the time in the elevator. Even so he rather quickly found the little item and pushed it right into the keyhole. Or rather, he tried. Somehow it seemed he couldn't find the right angle. With another exasperated sigh Koichi set down his bags to show that lock who was being the master here. Well, obviously it was not him. No matter how he tried, he couldn't make the key fit into the keyhole. In a quick reflex he jumped back as the door suddenly sprang open in a quick swish.

"WOAH!" he exclaimed, frowning at the sight of a woman standing in the door.

"Can I help you?" she asked, not really looking pleased to see Koichi.

"That's what I'm asking you," Koichi shot right back. "Are you breaking in, or something? You're not a stalker, are you? Come on, now, leave my apartment and I'll just forget about it."

The woman looked at him for a moment, blinking confused, then her face grew stern. "You had better be on your way now, mister," she told Koichi. "I don't know who you are, or what you want here, but if you have no business with us, then please leave."

"I don't even know who you are," Koichi shot right back at her.

"Then what are you doing here?" the woman asked.

"Again, I'm asking you that. You're the one occupying my apartment, after all."

The woman merely shook her head. "You should really get some help," she told Koichi. "I don't know who you are and I've been living here for 5 years now. I'll close the door now and if you're not gone in five minutes, I'll call the police."

With that the door fell shut, leaving Koichi blinking at it, confused. Then his brows furrowed.

"Yeah?" he asked, trying to sound through the door. "Well, maybe I'll call the police first."

Then, however, he bit his lip, quite at a loss as of what to do. Finally he got his cell phone out.

"Call Tomo," he decided, just hitting two buttons, then waiting. After a while, he sighed. "Not picking up..."

He considered for a second, then dialled another number.

"Hey, where are you?" a voice on the other end answered immediately. "You've been out forever."

"I... Tsuyoshi?" he asked, even more confused.

"Well, whose number did you just call?" Tsuyoshi asked bitingly. "What is it now? Did something come up? Are you coming back now?"

"Back where?" Koichi asked, already close to tears.

"Well, back home," Tsuyoshi told him, starting to sound a bit wary. "Koichi, are you okay? You didn't take anything... weird, did you?"

"Don't be stupid," Koichi demanded. "I'm fine. And I AM at home."

A short pause, then, "Then why don't you just come in?"

"Because that stupid woman won't let me in," Koichi explained desperately. "Listen, I think I have some kind of stalker here, or something. Can you help me and..."

"Koichi," Tsuyoshi interrupted him, sounding really concerned. "Where are you? What are you talking about? There is no woman anywhere around here. Just come in, if you're outside."

"I am outside my apartment," Koichi repeated. "Tsuyoshi, I... I don't know..."

Then, suddenly he did start to cry, mainly out of confusion, he figured.

"Okay, Koichi, very slowly, tell me your exact position," Tsuyoshi told him. "I'll come and get you."

"I told you, I'm..."

"Not that," Tsuyoshi interrupted him. "Give me the address. Or, is there anyone you can talk or hand the phone to?"

"I'm not drunk, or anything," Koichi assured him. "I know exactly where I am. 5-22-8 Shinjuku."

There was a longer pause. Then Tsuyoshi's voice sounded again. "Why... would you go there?" he asked. "Koichi, you moved out of that apartment years ago.

Koichi first blinked, then shook his head. "That's... impossible. I just left there this morning."

"This morning, Koichi, we were..." Tsuyoshi didn't finish the sentence, but decided to get to what was most important. "Just stay there. I'll pick you up."

"And where am I supposed to go then?" Koichi asked.

"It'll be okay," Tsuyoshi assured him. "Trust me. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay," Koichi managed.

He decided not to try that woman on her promise to call the police and waited at the front door. Sure enough, about 20 minutes later a car held at the place and a door swung open.

"Get on in," Tsuyoshi offered.

Still feeling a bit shaken, Koichi did as he was told. The first few minutes passed without conversation. Then Tsuyoshi finally spoke up.

"What happened?" he asked, still sounding worried.

"I totally don't know," Koichi admitted, shaking his head. "I just don't understand... How can I not remember moving out of a certain place? How can I not know where I live right now? What is all of this?"

"I don't know," Tsuyoshi admitted. "Did you hit your head, or anything?"

"Not that I could remember," Koichi stated. "Although that might not be a fact you should trust."

"Maybe we should get you to the hospital to get you checked," Tsuyoshi suggested.

"For now I really just want to get home," Koichi opposed.

"Okay, then," Tsuyoshi sighed. "But I'll call someone in to have a look at you."

"There's no need for that," Koichi told him. "There’s no need for you to stick around either."

"I'm afraid you'll have bear with me," Tsuyoshi told him.

"Fine," Koichi sighed. "I could do with a massage..."

"You really always know how to get the most out of a situation," Tsuyoshi grinned. "Very well, I'll see what I can do. Well, then, here we are," he announced as he parked the car very neatly into a free space and having turned off the engine got out of the car. Koichi followed him, his eyes scanning the place.

"I live here?" he asked sceptically

"Just come on up," Tsuyoshi told him.

He had a certain feeling and wanted to make sure to have Koichi in the secure surroundings of their apartment before he shocked him yet another time. Koichi followed him easily enough. As they got into the area, Koichi frowned again.

"Serviced apartments?" he asked.

"Yup."

"Why on earth...?"

They came to the small check-in point, where a man smiled at them kindly. "Welcome back, KinKi-san."

Tsuyoshi merely nodded at the man, hoping Koichi wouldn't ask any questions before they were in the apartment. He accepted his key-card and moved right on to the elevator. Koichi noticed that the place was really fancy. Even the elevator would only work with the right key-card. As they moved up he took a look around. There was a small park between about 6 equally built apartment buildings. Really fancy.

"Here we are," Tsuyoshi finally announced, opening a door and gesturing for Koichi to get in.

Koichi did just that and pulled off his shoes before moving on into the living area. Just as he had a first look around, he froze, staring.

"Koichi," Tsuyoshi, who had followed him quickly, said sympathetically, "listen, there is something that..."

"This is your apartment," Koichi immediately analysed. He turned around to look at Tsuyoshi. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Koichi, listen, please," Tsuyoshi tried to calm him. "I... we..."

"We?" Koichi asked, eyes growing wide.

"Yes, we," Tsuyoshi sighed. "We live here. Together."

Koichi merely blinked at him. "How come I don't remember any of that?"

"That is something I would really like to know too," Tsuyoshi told him. "I told you I wanted to go to the hospital."

"Why didn't you say that before?" Koichi demanded.

"I thought you would freak. I wanted to... I don't know. I don’t know how to handle this either," he admitted. "You call me out of the blue and... I don't know, obviously something has happened and I don't know what it is or what to do..."

"We're really living together?" Koichi asked, sounding like the idea was weird to him.

"Well, yes," Tsuyoshi shrugged.

"Your water tanks," Koichi analysed.

"And here are your Playstation, your magazines, your articles, your synthesizer, your dog's toys..." Tsuyoshi counted up as he pointed at selected items.

Koichi kept following his gaze, nodding. "All mine," he agreed. Then he sighed. "Okay. Well, then, room mate, how about you cook for me?"

Tsuyoshi smiled fondly at him. "Happily. But first I really want to call a doctor in."

"Fine," Koichi agreed. "I guess something really is off."

"I'll just be a minute," Tsuyoshi told him.

And really about two minutes later he was back in the room with Koichi.

"He'll take about an hour," he explained.

Koichi merely nodded. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back onto the head rest of the sofa he had seated himself on. Tsuyoshi smiled at the familiar picture. He moved closer to Koichi, lightly grasping his shoulders from behind, starting to knead them carefully at first, then with some pressure.

Koichi voiced his content, letting his partner treat him just a little bit after having had such a distressful day. He sighed happily when strong, but soft fingers worked his muscles loose.

Koichi didn't even spare a thought on it when Tsuyoshi changed positions, coming to sit right behind him, he willingly shifted, so that the other could continue with the delightful treatment. And Tsuyoshi did a fair job of it. His fingers were starting to hurt, but he knew Koichi was enjoying it, so he kept going as long as he could. When finally two of his fingers had already gone numb, he slowed his movements, head moving to lovingly nuzzle the neck that was being offered to him, giving it a butterfly kiss.

At that Koichi suddenly jumped up to stare at him.

"What on earth are you doing?!" he asked, sounding shocked.

"I..." Tsuyoshi chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry, I was wondering if it was a good idea..."

Koichi just kept staring at him.

"Koichi," Tsuyoshi tried carefully, "you don't think we just... live together as... well, room mates, do you?"

The other merely inspected him closely. Then he frowned. "Are you trying to tell me," he asked carefully, "that we are..."

"A couple," Tsuyoshi confirmed with a nod. "We're in love."

Koichi bit his lip. Then he shook his head again madly. "No way. That's impossible. You... WHAT?! Do you even know what you are saying?! Are you trying to mess with my head, or something?"

"Something is already messing with your head, Koichi," Tsuyoshi tried to explain to him. "I just don't understand how you can not know anything about... us. We've been together forever... What ever happened to you?" Tsuyoshi asked sadly.

"You are really telling me..." Koichi shook his head yet again.

"You can check," Tsuyoshi offered with a shrug, "there is just one bed."

Koichi cringed at the thought. Would he have to share one bed with Tsuyoshi tonight?

"Not to worry," Tsuyoshi tried to calm him, "if we can't solve this today and you feel awkward about it, I'll take the sofa."

Hearing that Koichi relaxed a bit again. Even so an awkward silence spread between the two of them. Tsuyoshi finally got up again.

"Well, since you're willing to eat," he tried to joke, "I'll check the fridge. I'm sure you'll find your way around your entertainment system. Even if you forgot your own name, you'd still remember how these work."

He smiled and with that made his way to the kitchen. Koichi looked after him, feeling grateful, but also a bit confused. Was this possible? How could it be? What ever had happened? And why...? He shook his head, deciding that it wasn't any good to keep asking himself all of that. He'd wait for the doctor to arrive.

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Okay, so what has happened here? O_o Poor Koichi. What's going on with him? Will Tsuyoshi be able to help him? What is the doctor going to say? Oh, this is so much fun! XDDD I hope you guys like it. ^^ Thank you for reading!!!! <3

Chapter 2

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[unyiel.livejournal.com]

reading chapter 1 n i'm curious next :)