Chapter Text
The morning came as Karahiko slept through his exhaustion, his body feeling heavy and aching with pain.
His arms yearned for warmth of something, embracing the tin blanket he was given while his worn out body trembled. His nostrils twitched with the sudden awareness of the bitter scent of cigarette smoke, which worsened his headache and nausea.
He forced his eyelids to open, glancing at the cause of this mess.
Ichihana, which he wasn’t even sure if it was this bastard’s real name, was sitting on a chair next to him, blowing his cigarette while looking through his phone, his expression was rather nonchalant.
It pissed off Karahiko even more, how could he sit next to him and smoke his cigarette after what he had done to him!
“You!”
Karahiko lifted his upper body up, growling at the young man next to him. His voice was breathy and creaky, his vision a bit blurry.
“How could you-”
He yelped, almost fell out of the bed. Younger boy turned his head to him, he pressed his cigarette onto the ashtray and blew out one last smoke.
“If I were you I wouldn't act this reckless”
He gently put his hand on Karahiko's face as an impish smirk appeared on his face, he pulled his hand away and leaned closer and squezzed his chin.
“You are trembling mister…an ‘accident’ might appear if you continue like this”
Ichihana chuckled lightly, his eyes looking deep into Karahiko’s, making him feel like prey at the mercy of the predator.
“You should be careful”
The boy said in a soothing voice. It instantly gave chills to Karahiko and he immediately turned his head.
It felt strange to be scared of a guy who is twice as younger than him. It felt off to his character. Maybe it was due to that traumatic event that happened just a few hours ago or it was because of how strongly Ichihana was holding him or something else but Karahiko felt so strangely vulnerable at the moment.
As his eyes searched for a safe space he noticed his phone in Ichihana’s hand. He pushed him aside, and he grabbed his phone.
“What are you doing with my phone!!”
He yelled, fury rushed through his veins but he swallowed down his frustration, his wrecked body wouldn't let him act out much anyway.
“Oh I just got curious…about the little story you told me last night.”
Ichihana curled his long fingers around his silky dark brown hair, giggling at Karahiko’s dumbfounded face while playing with his hair.
“You old people really do not know anything about security. Your phone didn’t even have a password.”
Karahiko shivered down his spine, his throat felt knobbed. His hands shaking, fingers barely able to hold up his phone
“H-how much you-”
Karahiko talked with croaky tone but was cutted off by Ichihana
“Enough to know why were you lurking around our place”
He said as he got up to dress himself
“Our?”
Karahiko turned around, Ichihana giggled at the dumbfounded look on Karahiko’s face as his eyes widened at the information given.
“My dad and I's. Karami-chan is one of the idols under his contract, she is more of a background dancer but she has her eyes set for the big stars.”
He said as he changed into female clothings
“We are really close too~””
Ichihana zipped his dress, glancing at Karahiko with a wicked grin on his face. Karahiko's nostrils flared as he stared at the man in front of him, his jaw tightening as he forced himself to speak.
“Have you…”
He didn't finish his sentence, he couldn't. his body was heating with rage, he knew with one wrong word coming out of this boy's mouth he was going to kill him. Right there, without a flinch of regret.
“No no no, don't get me wrong she is cute, a lovely lady… but she's not really my type you know… What I really like is”
He grabbed his phone of the table and opened his phone screen, placing it right at Karahiko's face.
Karahiko just stared at the phone with wide open eyes and couldn't shut, like the whole world was breaking and crumbling apart around him… he didn't even shake.. Just there he was in total paralysis, looking at the picture of himself without knowing what might happen afterwards.
“Good daddies who melt between my fingers ”
Ichihana stepped back, then went to put his stuff to his bag. Not really minding tears streaming down Karahiko's eyes as he tried to make sense of what was happening. It’s wasn’t something new to him.
He was utterly fucked and at the mercy of this psychotic pervert!? He could use force and delete everything off that brat's phone but he didn't want to risk his daughter's chance of reaching her dreams. It felt unbelievable but if what he said was true anything he might do to the pervert would affect Karami's career too. And he wouldn't risk that, even if it cost his life.
"What do you want from me?"
He murmured while trying to control his breath, his voice husky and low.
"You see, I am no demon. I liked you. You seem like such a nice guy, a good caring dad. You can even help your daughter if you act well."
He turned around, tying up his long hair in twintails, quickly fixing his make-up as Karahiko stared at him. With a swift motion he took Karahiko's phone and added his number to his contracts
"I'll contact you later, you are not going to reject me right?"
He said as he closed the door.
"Not like I can…"
Karahiko groaned, his body and soul soiled, his hind surrounded with many unpleasant emotions. Anger, confusion, shock, disturbance, disgust and so on.
He looks at his clothes, they were tossed at the corner of the room. "I have to change and get the hell out of here!?" he thought as he got up to get his clothes. And at that moment the pain in his lower body finally hits, he just now realizes how sticky and dirty his body feels.
He fled through the darkened hallway, stumbling into the outside world, dirty in all means. He checked his pockets, a sign of relief escalated quickly out of his mouth as his wallet was still there. He immediately checked his wallet next, there was enough money for a taxi but it was clear that the damn bastard of a barista took some of the cash for the drinks.
He took the taxi, and the rest of the ride was pretty much blurry. He could hear that taxi driver talking about something but his mind was too occupied to hear it. He paid the driver and scrambled his feet and limped his way to the tiled floor of his home.
Once he arrived at his apartment he noticed a note taped on the front door.
"Dad, I am off practicing today. You eat dinner before me, I'll be home a bit late"
“Love -Karami”
Karahiko stared at the note for a while, his mind was raging with thought yet at the same time felt extremely numb. He opened up the door to the empty house, before anything he went to Karami's room and found himself lying down on her bed. Tightness and pain wrapped around his heart while the rest of everything else felt empty and full of nothing. He couldn't even cry. He stayed like that for God knows how long.
And then an ominous creak from the floorboard in the hallway came to his ear. He ran to the hallway. Fumbling in the foggy vision caused by his damaged brain, and soon found himself on the ground.
There was a brief pause before the full effect of everything came barreling towards him, he was hallucinating again.
He covered his ears as he curled back, bowing his head and bending his limbs drawn up to his torso. And then screams and cries began which he wasn’t sure if it was coming from him or not.
It took a whole lot of time to calm down, which he thought was near death at some point, but once he came back to his senses he went to change his clothes, Karami's sheets and took a bath.
Finally feeling a bit more calm and ease. He checks out his calendar, thank God today was Sunday, or else he wouldn't know what to do.
"At least I won't get into trouble for not going to work…" He mumbled to himself as he sat on one of the couches in the living room.
He took out his phone and stared at the black screen.
“What should I do…Should I tell someone?” He thought as he leaned his back on the couch.
“Would anyone even believe me!” The
stabbing pain on his back soured his face as thoughts ate his mind.
And then the first text from Ichihana was sent.
“Come to this place at 18.30”
“[Location]”
“Wear something proper, and burn that ugly sweater on the way”
Karahiko looked at his phone for a while, he could feel his right eye twitching with rage. He took a deep breath and started to types out on his phone
"Why?" He asked.
"Don't question" Ichihana gave another nonchalant response
"How can I!" He bit his hand right after sending the text. He was barely holding himself from not screaming his lungs out.
"You are not in the position to question"
"You can risk it and act all rebellious if you want but I don't recommend"
"Fucking brat!!!" Karahiko put his head on the couch cushions.
He buried his face deep into the cushion to suppress his voice. He rolled his body to the left and right on the couch, putting his teeth on one of the pillows and biting into it as hard as it could be until his body was worn out.
After laying down on the couch for a while he accepted his defeat, got up and went to get something to wear.
Of course complaining continued as he tossed his clothes on the ground like a little boy.
"Ordering me around! After raping me!?” How dare that brat!!"
He yelled, screamed, banged his head, even broke some belongings in the house.
Everything was all over the place yet in the end he was in his car driving right at the location he was given while wearing one of his good suits.
He parked his car and got out and looked around, his eyes were quickly drawn on the giant shiny building in front of him. "Is this...a restaurant??" he thought as his eyes searched for Ichihana.
"Karahiko-san, you are just in time!!"
Karahiko turned where the sound was coming, and there he was waving at him while wearing a fancy purple dress, short cut with black stilettos and diamond jewelry to finish the look.
"You little…"
Karahiko went up to him, ready to start a fight but stopped himself as he realized Ichihana was not alone.
"Yes?"
Ichihana leaned closer with the usual irritating smirk on his face.
"You… you look ravishing!"
Karahiko fixed his face and tone, forcing all his muscles on his face to smile while his fist was still.
"Oh thank you dear~"
Ichihana put his arm around Karahiko's, clinging tight on him and leaving almost no space between them. Karahiko slightly bent down and whispered into Ichihana's ear.
"What. is. going. on!"
Ichihana giggled, his hand on Karahiko's waist now.
"Oh you'll see~"
He said as his hand went down, gripping on his left cheek for a sec then letting him go all together.
"Girls!! Over here!!"
He shouted while waving at the group he was with, a group of 5 girls and 1 guy approached them. As they got closer Karahiko got more and more tensed up, his eyes widening, his throat closing.
"DAD!?"
With the high pitched scream coming from the crowd, Karahiko turned his head to the left, his eyes widened and immediately shut while many people's heads turned on to the loud group.
“What are YOU doing here!!”
Karami fastened her steps, the rest of the group looking at her with utter confusion, everyone except the man accompanying them.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck…" Karahiko cursed inside as he tried to come up with an excuse that won’t make him look like a predator that goes after younger women.
“Uhm well…ahhh…” Karahiko mumbled, and Ichıhana cut him off completely.
“You know the arm candy I was talking about earlier today? Well here he is!”
Ichihana said in a cheerful tone, his lips were curved upwards as he talked, but his eyes remained cold and distant.
“I didn't know he was your dad though! What a surprise! Not that it's too surprising, both of you are very charming after all”
His voice had that belittling tone that made Karahiko nauseous. That hollow smile played across Ichihana's face and that lovely girl act was barely disguising his true feelings.
Karami didn't comment on anything, she was rather confused than disgusted, truly she didn’t think his father would come out of his shell, go out his way to talk to women and come out without a restraining order.
“A surprise indeed, but not so unpleasant!”
Karahiko and Karami turned where the voice was coming and were greeted by a man very close to his age. He was well groomed fella, way better than him, he was slightly taller than him, his dark brown hair didn’t seem to start graying, he had that same sharp smirk and tone as Ichihana but his aura was much stronger, dominant and less cunning.
“Nice to meet you, I am Ichimatsu Matsuno. The Manager and the boss of idol group BANANA and owner of “The Kitty Shack”
He offered his hand and Karahiko shook it anxiously, much so that Ichimatsu could feel his hand trembling.
“Karahiko, just your ordinary salaryman”
It was all he could utter, exhaustion was getting better off him, his speaking ability decreasing greatly. And it hasn't even been more than 5 minutes since he arrived.
“I wouldn’t say so ordinary if my daughter had an interest in you”
The way Ichimatsu said “daughter” made Karahiko feel uneasy, triggering something in him to put his guard back.
He knew that man was no daughter so must the man in front of him, he had no idea why they were playing this stupid dad-daughter role, that uncertainty made him feel sick to his stomach, enraged him even.
“Uhm.. well…”
Ichımatsu let go of Karahiko’s hand, his eyes still on him, his grin widening as he observed more of Karahiko.
“Well then, shall we go inside and continue our conversation there?”
Ichimatsu pointed to the building in front of him with his hand, gently inviting Karahiko to join his group. Karahiko nodded as he stepped into the building he was greeted by a warm and inviting ambiance. Soft lighting casts a gentle glow, creating an intimate and cozy atmosphere. The decor itself was tasteful and stylish, with a blend of modern and rustic elements. The tables are beautifully set with crisp linens and elegant tableware. The last time he was in a place this fancy was on his honeymoon, but honestly this place might be even fancier.
As the group sat to their reserved table Karamatsu became more aware of the stares of the other 4 girls, their eyes were full of curiosity and amusement, there were light whispers going around each, Karami not joining them and just glaring between Karahiko and Ichihana.
“Well shall we introduce ourselves?” Tottimi said with a soft smile, it was then he noticed how similar that young lady looked like his ex-wife. His eyes widened, he felt his head spinning just by looking at the girl but he tried to shake it off and keep his cool.
“Yes of course.”
Karahiko gulped, fixing his posture as he tried his best to look them in the fact
“I am Tottimi, lead singer of our group, this is Osomi, this is Jyushimi and lastly this is Choro and I think you know Karami-chan and Ichihana!”
She gave a quick wink after introducing the rest of the members, Karahiko was absolutely drawn to her. Like a believer finally finding his messiah. Ichihana, Ichimatsu and Karami could tell. Rest? Not much. But they could pick some clues here and there to understand that Karahiko was going through something.
Ichihana pinched his right thigh hard to wake him up from the fever dream he’s having, he pursed her lips, a slight furrow between her brows as he stared pointedly at Karahiko
"Wake the fuck up"
He whispered, enough for Karahiko to hear and not so for the rest, all though Ichimatsu could figure what his son said just now.
“Ah well it’s really lovely to finally meet my daughter’s colleagues. No, her other family! All of you are such bright young ladies, just like the sun that rises above us!! I have the greatest pleasure to finally meet you all, I am truly blessed”
His tone, his words were simply excruciating in the most comedical sense possible, he meant every word though. He was truly happy to meet them, he wished their meeting was not arranged like this.
“Dude, your dad is so like you it's scary” Osomi commented and Choro added
“I *swear* I heard you saying the exact same thing after meeting us!” She let out a loud sound, which made Karami blush lightly.
“He is my dad”
She finally spoke after being silent for so long.
“Of course I’ll be like him a bit.”
She sighed and smiled at him, her pink lips curved, her rosy cheeks glowed. A irresistible, tender, captivating smile on her face, spontaneously puts up a smile on Karahiko’s too, the atmosphere was warmer now for sure and Karahiko wasn’t complaining.
On the contrary, Ichimatsu and Ichihana were glaring at the group with dead eyes, a kind of dull eyes no amount of fake smiles could hide. It was clear as day that those two didn’t appreciate this kind of lovey dovey father daughter bonding atmosphere going around here. It was just too boring for their taste.
“So shall we order?”
Ichimatsu asked while Ichihana already called the waiter. Not allowing them to make the choice and putting an end to this stupid conversation.
And like that everyone got their menu to order their food, and not understanding a single thing written on it except for the richy father and “daughter” over there.
“WHAT LANGUAGE IS THIS!!”
Jyushimi was the one to say what everyone was thinking out loud. The relief of not being the only one who's confused about the menu and the shame came after having many eyes on them that were conflicting with each other.
“It's French my dear”
Tottimi said, hoping it actually is French and not some other unknown language.
“If you're confused I can order something off the menu for you”
Ichimatsu said with a soft husky voice, his voice came out gentle yet there was a strange authority on it.
Honestly if he just snatched the menu off Jyushimi and said “Shut the fuck up, I'll pick it for ya” it would come off less intimidating.
“Oh Manager is ordering for us? Sweet!” is what Osomi said but between the lines it felt more like “PLEASE order for me, and maybe for the rest”, but it was okay, that is why Ichimatsu chose this restaurant after all. To show off of course.
“Well if you ladies insist”
Ichimatsu smiled as he went back to the waiter, Karahiko watched him pronouncing names of those French cuisines with almost no accent. The gap between them was making him feel quite insecure, unlike his pretentious bosses this man was a real deal classy guy.
“I ordered for you"
Ichihana leaned towards him, his voice was as nonchalant as it was in the morning. “Guess his act comes out fast once no one's looking,” Karahiko thought while nodding at him.
Waiters came with fancy looking wines. The air was filled with a delightful symphony of sounds, drink pouring and laughs starting. Soft background music plays, creating a soothing and pleasant ambiance. The clinking of glasses, the gentle chatter of diners, and the occasional sizzle from the open kitchen contribute to the lively yet comfortable atmosphere.
“To the first debut album of BANANA!” Tottimi raised her glass.
“So that's why we're here!?”
Karahiko said out loud and the table got full of laughter and giggles.
“I was going to tell you but you weren't at home last night,”
Karami said in a surly, sarcastic tone.
“Sorry about that, '' Ichihana said casually, his tone dry yet sharp. His smile as cunning as it can be.
Putting all eyes on him and Karahiko.
“You brat!!?”
Karahiko screamed silently, his cheeks bright red, his eyes going back and forth between Ichihana and Karami
“Nothing happened!! I would never touch anyone but your mother!?”
Karahiko got up, putting even more eyes on their table.
“It's okay dad, mom left like what 6 years ago… It's natural for you to— anyway just sit down… ugh”
Said Karami, hiding her face with her hand.
“Yes. I'm sorry.”
He sat down immediately, Ichihana and Ichimatsu glaring at each other.
“My dear, it's not appropriate to make jokes like in public”
Ichimatsu said, a sarcastic laughter coming out of his lips, his eyes glacing towards Karahiko rather than his “daughter”.
“I am sorry~~”
The little brat said with a sugar coated innocent girl voice, leaning closer to Karahiko as well placing his hand on top of Karahiko’s thigh.
Karahiko was quick to act on it, he grabbed his wrist before he could go higher and cause some unwanted scene. And naturally Ichihana rolled his eyes at him.
“I’m sorry Karami, let’s just enjoy our food.”
Karahiko started apologizing, everything feeling even more awkward.
The rest of the meal just went by, it was all dull for Karahiko after that whole fiasco of an interaction. He didn't touch his drink, and barely ate the meal that was ordered for him.
He couldn’t taste it much anyway, couldn’t hear the conversation going around, blinded by range and annoyance, he couldn't even see the worry in his daughter’s face.
They were offered to drink some at Ichimatsu’s club but Karahiko declined the offer and Karami went after him.
And like that he was in his car, his daughter next to him.
“You know… you could enjoy yourself and party with your friends. Don't let this old hag stop you”
Karahiko broke the silence, contrary to what he said he was glad Karami didn't go with the group. Last thing he wanted was her precious daughter to be alone with that rapist and his creepy dad, drunk nonetheless.
“It's okay dad.
Karami put his elbows on the car door and turned her face to the road.
“Well, there's always good in bad. You don't need to worry about Taxi or spilling some embarrassing secrets in front of your friends while drunk or-"
Karahiko tried to stir up the conversation but Karami stopped him.
“Dad… we need to talk”
Karami said, her eyes still on the road.
“I understand. Let's talk when we get home”