Nagato’s boss: “Oh, so you two know one another?”
Indeed they do, but Nagato’s not about to confess to anything, and Kurosawa seems to think they were friends back in college–which is a bald-faced lie.
He flees into the bathroom to collect himself; he never told the guy his name, and he looks completely different from before. Kurosawa doesn’t have a shred of evidence that Nagato is the drunk guy he slept with. If he can just pretend he doesn’t know anything, he can pull this off. Probably.
Kurosawa seems bent on getting close to Nagato, though, and when a personal invitation to have dinner together fails to get Nagato to agree, Nagato’s boss suggests they take the opportunity for a reunion and practically pushes them out the door together, with Nagato kicking and screaming the whole way and maintaining that this is all a case of mistaken identity.
He finally gives in, though, when his stomach takes charge of the conversation after Kurosawa offers to treat him to some high-class Chinese food.
Kurosawa: “Oh yeah…there’s a place I often patronize around here. It’s really high-class Chinese–my treat.”
The restaurant they find themselves in is indeed classy–definitely not a place Nagato could afford on his own.
The meal is delicious, and when Kurosawa suggests they cap the meal with a drink, Nagato declines–for obvious reasons.
Nagato: “I can’t drink…so I’ll be having oolong tea instead.”
Kurosawa: “Aah, I see… So you don’t drink, huh? Could it possibly have something to do with an unfortunate incident in your past involving alcohol…?”
Nagato: ‘THIS JERK…’
Just as the meal is winding down, though, and Nagato is about to suggest they leave–Kurosawa drops the bomb that he’s been looking for Nagato for years. He hadn’t known Nagato’s name or age or contact information or anything. He never would have thought to find him in the very same company, though. His hair’s a different color, and he wears glasses now…but he’d known Nagato was him the moment he set eyes on him and feels that fate has brought them back together.
Nagato is not going down without a fight, though, and continues to maintain that it’s simply a case of mistaken identity. He may look like this long-lost friend of Kurosawa’s, but he’s never met Kurosawa before in his life.
Kurosawa returns that there’s no mistaking it–he doesn’t just look like the person Kurosawa has been looking for. He has the same weight, the same height, the same build even (which kind of freaks out Nagato a bit that he’s noticed these things).
Kurosawa: “Even the size of your hands…and the shape of your nails…”
When this fails to convince, though, he maintains that he’s willing to bet that Nagato even has the same two little moles on his inner right thigh that Kurosawa’s mystery man has. Nagato, admittedly, doesn’t know if that’s true or not–it’s not exactly a place he’s ever inspected himself–and Kurosawa asks him Nagato to let him confirm whether or not Nagato does indeed have two such moles. After that, he’ll be satisfied.
Nagato is in no mood to allow that, but when Kurosawa makes overtures that if they can’t put this matter to rest, he might have to conveniently ‘forget’ his wallet and be unable to pay the bill for their extremely expensive meal.
Nagato eventually agrees to check himself, and they head back to Kurosawa’s place–a new apartment in a nice high-rise building.
Nagato heads into the bedroom alone, ordering Kurosawa not to come in, and strips off his pants to view himself in the full-length mirror on the wall. And sure enough…
Two little moles, right on his inner thigh.
Kurosawa: “I knew it was you, Hiroki!”
Nagato freaks out when he realizes that Kurosawa has snuck into the room without his noticing, but it’s clear now that there’s no sense in trying to deny their relationship anymore.
Kurosawa pulls him into his arms from behind, whispering a love confession into his neck. Nagato is confused–they slept together once, didn’t even learn each other’s names. It’s ridiculous for Kurosawa to have become this obsessed with him.
Kurosawa can’t deny the strangeness and admits that he’d initially only wanted to make Nagato feel a little bit better. But he recalls, in a flashback, how much pain–physical, and mental–Nagato had been in, how Kurosawa had apologized for being the cause of more tears, and how Nagato had reached for him and pulled him close.
Nagato: “Yeah…it’s all…your fault… So…make it hurt even more. I just want to cry.”
And Kurosawa had been so overcome with a mixture of emotion and lust, he couldn’t help but comply. The memory alone, though, causes Kurosawa to break out in a nosebleed–which honestly worries Nagato–and after apologizing for dirtying Nagato’s shirt, he proceeds to start unbuttoning it.
Nagato isn’t about to let this happen again, though, but Kurosawa is bigger and knocks him to his back, impressing again verbally that he’s missed him so much. He’s dreamed for four long years of being able to touch Nagato again like this, and begs Nagato to accept him.
Kurosawa: “I love you.”
Nagato spares only a few more fleeting thoughts of how stupid this is, how he mustn’t let himself get swept away…before he promptly gives in.
Kurosawa: “You’re tight, Hiroki…”
Nagato: “‘Course I am! That’s not some place you’re supposed to stick stuff!”
Kurosawa: “So…you’ve never let anyone else but me have you…”
Nagato: “As if…I’d ever let someone…do this to me! Ah!“
The next morning sees Nagato back at the office, a little worse for wear but not much. He’s sans glasses today, as they ‘broke’, but he assures everyone that it won’t affect his work.
Kurosawa: “You look better without them anyway.”
Kurosawa is looking quite ravishing in his own suit–and Nagato recalls that since his clothes were ruined by Kurosawa’s impromptu nosebleed the night before, he had to make do with wearing one of the guy’s suits himself. It’s too big on him, and the way the women in the office are fawning over Kurosawa is doing nothing to make him feel better this morning.
He finds it hard to believe he’s fallen for someone like this…but as soon as the thought enters his head, he flushes it away, vowing to never again get involved with this man.
Nagato: ‘That’s right…I’ve got a place that suits me already…’
TO BE CONTINUED…