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Title: Sometimes
Author: Wearable Bishounen
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes it�s hard to leave the ones you love. Sometimes you find a new love at the most unexpected times and in unusual places. Sometimes the Pretear can be a male.
Disclaimer: We�authors Lennith and Cheza-chan�do not own Pretear in any way. If we did� well, some of you might not be able to watch the show.
A/N: And we�re finally caught up!
Hello again, my delicious younglings! Resident evil Lennith here to present the chapter. Tonight's theme is "Let's play in the hotspring" brought to you by Benefibre, perfectly TASTELESS. Bubbles and boys! Bathing and brawls! You'll laugh, you'll cry, you might even get in a cheap grope too. Cheza-chan and I hope you enjoy. Thanks everyone, for the kind reviews! I'm a member of the Occult of Muraki. I heart him and I'm glad you enjoyed his brief appearance. We plan to keep spewing our fluffyfilth, so do not fret, poppets!
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Chapter Nine � Soap On a String
Goh whimpered softly as Kei's deft and delicate fingers moved almost sensually from his shampooed hair down his back. Kei kneaded the tense muscles of his lover, leaning in to kiss the Fire Knight's cheek. "You know I can't stay mad at you," he whispered, smiling.
Goh grinned broadly. "I know." He pouted for a second as all touch disappeared then laughed as the water was dumped over him to remove all traces of soap.
Kei smirked. "I can always get irritated, though, which is often."
The brunet shook out his hair then turned on the low wooden stool, pulling the other naked Knight against him. He pushed the wet golden hair aside and claimed Kei's lips gently, lovingly. The kiss had barely been returned when nearing voices ruined their moment. Goh groaned, squeezing the slender body. Kei made a small sound in the back of his throat, pushing at his lover's firm shoulders.
Hajime, Mannen, and Shin appeared, talking excitedly about something or the other. Their conversation trailed off at the sight of their fellow Knights embracing. A slow smirk spread across the Ice Knight's face, but he refrained from voicing his comment. Goh's hard expression softened as he stared behind the trio at the sullen-looking Izumi who was followed by the two remaining Leafe Knights.
"Gang's all here," Sasame smiled.
Izumi's scowl was only a facade, hiding the feelings that coursed through him. He moved from between the group and silently sat at one of the faucets and shower hose. Goh let go of Kei and grabbed the small tub, filling it. He dumped it over himself, filled it again, did Kei, and then they both stood.
Izumi's heart began pounding in his chest. He felt the knot in the towel he wore was not tight enough and his fingers moved towards it. Sasame nudged Hayate to another section two down from the boy. Hajime and Shin also took up a spot not too close.
Mannen had to be the odd one out to sit right next to his Pretear. Despite the constant twitch visible in Izumi's shoulders, he wrapped an arm around their bareness, grinning. "I'll wash your back for you." Izumi's fingers twitched for even less than a second and he swung out, knocking the Ice Knight and his stool across the tiled floor.
"Mannen-nii!" Shin stood instantly, rushing to the older male's side.
Mannnen waved him off, still grinning. "Daijoubu, na."
The blonde nodded, smiling.
Hajime glanced at Izumi, who caught his gaze, and offered him a smile.
�Hajime... He's the only who hasn't...� The dark-haired teen felt himself smiling back. The smile on the Water Knight's face widened, his sea-green eyes sparkling.
Sasame splashed Hayate at his snort; the Sound Knight had made a comment about Izumi's slight progress. Though he didn't show it on the outside, the blue-haired Wind Knight usually wondered what it was that made their new Pretear the way he was; he lived in a shell of hatred.
"Izumi-kun?"
They all looked up as Hajime approached the boy. Izumi followed the still-smiling Knight with keen eyes, never looking away, especially when he knelt. Hajime picked up a washcloth, ran it under the faucet, and soaped it. "May I?" He held out his hand, expression questioning yet still pleasant, meaning no harm.
Izumi's mouth opened slightly, trying to find a right answer, knowing all eyes were on him. Hajime didn't seem to mean any harm. Out of the Leafe Knights, he was the only one who had never pressed him, after all. Finally his brain kicked in and he made a small noise of acceptance and nodded his head, taking a seat on the stool in front of the Water Knight to everyone else's surprise.
Izumi smirked in defiance at the surprised expression on Hayate's face. Mannen made a distinct choking noise before stomping over, snatching Goh's soap, and proceeding to wash himself facing a corner. Sasame hauled the Wind Knight back to the screened area before he started a fight with Izumi while Goh and Kei slinked onwards to the water, hand in hand.
The Pretear had to admit that it felt pretty good. Hajime had grown to be tall for his age, and willowy, his hands and manner gentle but strong. Rather than forcing tense small talk, the orange-haired boy only hummed softly and smiled as he turned Izumi's tense back to Jell-o.
The boy exhaled in relief, finally relaxing without the vice-like stress of all the others badgering him. "Mou, thank you, Hajime-kun. That felt really nice," he said honestly as he picked up the bucket of water and rinsed himself off.
Hajime smiled broadly, happy that he'd managed to get on the right foot with their mercurial new Pretear. "Anytime, Izumi-kun."
The dark-haired boy turned around on his stool and motioned for the other to do the same. "Your turn," he said, soaping up another washcloth. Hajime happily complied, extremely pleased at the boy's positive response to him. He did his best not the think of the hundreds of ways to use this tease his Mannen-nii as Izumi gently scrubbed down his back.
Mannen was already pissed enough, but when he heard the Pretear thank the Water Knight and offer to return the favor, he squeezed the bar of soap so hard it slipped out of his hand, flew into the air and crashed down on his head. He moodily waved off Shin's offer to scrub his back and hastily finished cleaning up, trying to ignore the way the two boys were talking easily to one another. Izumi shrieked as Hajime apparently found something ticklish and yelled at the laughing Knight, but it was obvious the two were just playing around.
�Damn it, that just isn't fair...� Mannen thought. �I'm sure I could find something ticklish...� He instantly regretted it, the thought evoking images of a wet and soapy Izumi writhing in his arms. "Shit, shit, shit," the Ice Knight quickly sopped up a spurt of blood from his nose with his washcloth and hurried out of the bathing stall to join Goh and Kei in the spring, only to find a scene that made his nose bleed worse. "Good lord, guys, at least take it to one of the alcoves. You're lucky it was me and not Izumi..."
"You seem turned on though," Kei smirked, indicating to the boy's bloody fingers. He undulated his hips, making Goh groan in pleasure.
"Take it elsewhere!" Mannen yelled, hands clasped over his nose. "Crap like that shouldn't be done in the springs. It's a damn health violation!"
"Mannen-nii!"
The Ice Knight stumbled as a figure landed on his back, arms around his neck. "Why are you yelling?" Shin murmured.
Mannen glanced back to see the two Knights had disappeared. "It's nothing," he sighed. His arms wrapped around the boy's slender thighs, holding him up. Shin sighed in content, leaning his cheek against Mannen's bare back.
"Izumi doesn't like you," he whispered, "I do."
�Izumi...� Mannen turned the thought over in his head. �...doesn't like me.� "Shin."
"Hai?"
"Arigato."
Emerald green eyes sparkled and the boy laughed. The younger white-haired Knight grinned and walked to the water, stepping in slowly. He set Shin down then sat next to him, smiling. The blonde felt as warm inside as the water caressing his skin. He quickly realized something else had been caressing his arm. Shin stared up at Mannen, a faint blush tingeing his cheeks. The Ice Knight seemed to be doing it unknowingly for his eyes lay closed.
The boy smiled and snuggled against Mannen's side. He didn't even bother looking up as Goh and Kei joined them again, followed by Hayate and Sasame. The elder quartet settled into the hot bath, letting the warmth soothe them.
Hajime looked into the room then back at Izumi. "Ready?" He held out his left hand, smiling.
The Pretear took it and allowed the Knight to lead him out. Despite the rules, he still wore a towel; displaying his body was something he feared and was hard to do. Izumi stared around at the relaxing Knights; all of their eyes were closed. The squeeze Hajime gave his hand kept his gaze from lingering too long on Mannen and Shin and their closeness.
The Water Knight stood with his back to Izumi as the boy removed his towel and slipped into the water. Apparently, not everyone�s eyes were completely closed. A lazy smirk manifested on the Ice Knight's face. As the Pretear settled into the relaxing heat, the even breathing of everyone was the only sound in the hot springs. Just for several minutes.
The Light Knight shifted in the water, biting back a smile and a laugh. Sasame opened his eyes from where his head had come to rest on Hayate's shoulder. Counting down from five, he closed his eyes again on zero.
"Goh!" Kei shoved at the Fire Knight, face flushed from his ministrations.
"God!" Goh glanced at Izumi, his grin wilting into a scared look. He sweatdropped, swallowing hard. "Can't you keep your hands to yourself for two seconds?" the boy yelled, "And I don't mean in a perverted way."
Goh grinned again. "Demo... look at him. He screams 'take me.' I can't help but to comply!" Reflexively, Kei lashed out, kicking the brunet into the short marble wall. He lowered his leg and collectedly left the water, wringing out his hair along the way. Goh twitched several times before actually falling to the floor, the marble cracked and crumbling.
Izumi snorted and grabbed his towel as he stormed from the hot water. "I find it hard to believe people actually relax around you," he muttered, "Except you, Hajime-kun. And Shin," Izumi added, his tone of voice becoming calmer. He quickly left.
The young blonde stared until the doors slowly slid shut, sitting up. He folded his hands and tried to stare at them through the steamy water. 'Izumi-kun...'
Izumi practically snapped the door from its track as he opened it, realizing he'd have to share the room with Mannen later. His thought came to an abrupt halt at the kneeling figure in the room. "Hello?"
"Found ya."
Izumi gasped, eyes widening as Jun smirked at him. He backed up and found there was nowhere to go, even with the open door, which soon slid shut.
"I learned a few things myself," the other student chuckled sinisterly. "I finally get you, Izumi-chan. You're my payment." His employer controlled him from the shadows, allowing him usage of some of his power. When the useless pawn was finished, he�d step in. The only problems were those pesky men that always hung around his prize.
Izumi pounded on the shield, screaming. Jun's eyes were glossy with lust as he pulled Izumi across the room and tossed him onto a futon. With scars of faded pink already decorating his wrists, they were grabbed again, his towel leaving him. "Yamero! Jun, stop!"
"You'll be begging me not to soon enough," the other boy chuckled evilly, quickly slipped his free hand between Izumi's legs.
Izumi emitted a loud, strangled scream, spasms racking his body as he began glowing. It all happened so quickly it was hard to tell what exactly happened, but before Izumi could launch an attack there was a loud crashing noise and Jun was flung off of him and into the wall. The silver-haired figure vanished from the shadows he sat in, a faint scowl on his pale features.
"You again! You fucking bastard..."
Izumi was both relieved and distraught to see Mannen pick his attacker up by the neck, lifting the stunned boy off his feet.
"You fucking bastard," Mannen repeated, his voice now so tight with anger that it was a hiss. "I ought to kill you!" Jun made a sickening gurgle noise as Mannen's fingers tightened around his slender throat. "It's your fault Izumi's hurt, isn't it? How many times have you done this?"
Izumi was pulled from his state of shock as Jun's fingers clawed desperately over Mannen's, his eyes beginning to flutter with lack of oxygen. "Mannen! Don't kill him!" Izumi rushed to the enraged Knight's side. He'd never seen such overwhelming anger in the young man's face as he tightened his death grip on the boy's throat.
"He deserves to die," Mannen growled.
"He does! But don't stain your hands with blood on my account," Izumi pleaded, forcing the taller youth to look at him.
Mannen looked at the Pretear for a moment, wincing at the red marks on his neck and wrists, and with a snarl let Jun drop to the floor. He gave the boy a firm kick in the gut. "You're lucky I don't castrate you," he spat, grabbing the boy roughly by the elbow.
"What are you doing?" Izumi tightened his grip the Ice Knight's arm.
"I'm going to toss him into the women's spring so gets banned from here," he replied curtly, shaking off the smaller boy's grip roughly. "Don't you dare leave this room. I'll be back shortly." Before Izumi could argue otherwise, the Knight slung the gasping attacker over his shoulder and slammed the door shut.
The Pretear collapsed onto the futon and curled into a ball. He either passed out or was too deep in shock to take notice of time, because it seemed Mannen was back as quickly as he'd left.
It must have been a while, because the Knight's rage had cooled down to anxious concern. He lighted to Izumi's side silently, gently placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You aren't hurt are you?" He asked as softly and gently as his touch. Izumi shook his dark head in answer, uncurling a little from his fetal position. "He didn't... you know... did he?" Izumi shook his head again, this time much more vigorously. Mannen exhaled in relief. "Izumi-kun... is this why?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Izumi replied stiffly, shifting to sit up. Mannen grasped his shoulders gently, the boy shrinking under the probing gaze. Izumi blushed darkly in realization that he was still nude and swatted Mannen's hands away, hastily pulling the blanket on the futon up to his chin and scooting away.
Mannen's brow wrinkled with anger. "Damn it, Izumi, I'm not going to hurt you, alright," he said in irritation. "I just want to help you, all of us do, and we can't help you unless we know."
Izumi drew back a little more, bristling at the other's reaction. "I said I don't want to talk about it!" Memories he wished forgotten swirled all too closely to the surface.
"Izumi..." Mannen reached out to touch the quaking boy reassuringly, but he jerked forcefully away from his hand. The Ice Knight's face tightened with hurt, the expression quickly sharpening into anger. "Fine, I get it, alright. I'll leave you alone for now." He rose to his feet and stomped to the door. "I'll be back later."
Izumi flinched at the sound of the door closing, pulling the blankets over his head. His eyes burned with a need for the tears he fought so hard to hold back. �Everything I touch goes bad. I just keep making things worse, don't I?� he thought miserably.
Shuddering with a repressed sob, he formed a tight ball on the futon beneath its covers, and let the dam holding his memories break. They flooded back into his present state of mind, each almost as physically painful as they were mentally. Izumi felt he had no choice now.
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