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Italian Sushi	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 2905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I can't believe how much nice stuff they have in the stores." Toboe says to himself while browsing over some jewerly. Even though he said he was kidding about wearing jewerly, Tsume brought them to a store anyhow to look around.
Seeing what the younger teen was speaking about, Tsume asked. "Do you want this?"
Laughing like he's been caught with both hand in the cookie jar, Toboe shook his head. "No. I just think it's nice - - too nice for me to pull off."
Wanting to say something about that, Tsume changed his mind and continued down the aisle with his boyfriend. He knew he didn't have to try hard to please Toboe but every hour that passes, it seemed like Toboe was gonna slip away from him; it's weird feeling this way, when Wolf has shown no sign of such a thing - - minus the silence from time-to-time. Probably just paranoia.
"Bet no one back home is ever gonna sport a watch this nice." Hige twisted his wrist back and forth, admiring the shine the lighting in the building gave the cluster of jewels on the watch. "You think I should get it?"
"I don't know; all this stuff is pretty lavish. I wouldn't wear it, but if you like it..." Kiba shrugged.
"Sold." Giving a shrug himself, Hige comments. "My Mom loves the whole fancy dinner thing, this will flip her." Removing the watch he handed it to the man over the counter. "Can you wrap this up for me, please?" Hand behind his head he laughed and said in english. "I'll take this to go as a gift, please?"
Understanding this time, the man nods and smiled appreciative that Hige chose to help him out by switching languages. He personally placed the expensive watch into a suade case, then wrapped it in a purple paper. "Will that be cash or check?"
"I have money."
Watching the transaction, Kiba suddenly remembered that his lover - - or at least his lover's family, is actually pretty well-to-do; not to mention, academically, Hige's english is a lot better than his - - not that Kiba's is any less, but speaking it... he still hasn't quite inhabited the confidence that Hige has.
"Thanks a lot." Says his boyfriend fingering the purple bag from the counter glasstop. "Are you getting anything, Kiba?"
Looking beyond the glass he thinks over the question. "Maybe a necklace wouldn't kill me - - for Cher, as a thank you for all the nice stuff she's done for me, and Toboe."
Grinning, Hige says. "I picked a good one. Cher's gonna lose it if you give her something this nice."
"Yeah." Pointing to a lovely ruby set in a princess cut with a silver chain, he says to the man. "I'll take this one, thank you."
"Right away." He pulled it out.
Toboe, having overheard his brother in the tiny store, decided to get something for Cheza. Looking over the selection for women, he sees an adorable pair of ballet slippers with an emerald set inside.
Noticing what Toboe has his eyes on, Tsume says "I'll take this." to the man over the counter. "You want silver or gold chain.
"Tsume! This thing is expensive, and I... I know it sounds stupid but," Looking back and forth he leaned over tipping his head down so he won't be overheard. "I don't want Cheza to think I'm showing off, or got corrupted by money or anything."
Shocked by that statement Tsume retaliated. "Toboe, you're buying a necklace for a friend, how is that being corrupted by money?"
"Well-..."
"Money doesn't corrupt people, Toboe, it's people that have corrupted money. They buy stupid things they don't need for ridiculous prices, hire someone to do something that can be done in their free time.. like cleaning or gardening, and they expect the world to treat them better because of it - - true, people need jobs, and if the pay is good.. take it; but they don't have to be belittled because of it. "Oh I hired someone to do this or that"," He immitated someone. "At least know their name. I appreciate every single person who's ever done anything for me." Smirking he says teasingly. "even Jeshi, though, I tease him constantly and boss him about, it's only in fun."
Taking that in, Toboe says in a tone a little embarrassed. "I never thought about it that way. I guess silver is nice for Cheza, but maybe they have a pink gem?"
"Of course." Says the sales clerk when attention was back on him.
"Thanks, Tsume."
A wicked glint in his eye his ex says "You can thank me later." in a whisper that made Toboe tremble a bit wondering what he could mean with that tone and statement.
Once everything they chose has been paid for, the five left the store and headed out for lunch. It was a beautiful day out, though, rain threatened the skies, it wasn't pouring yet so they had lunch outside; a very intimate and cozy picnic, after having purchased a few pre-made dishes, and a basket for it.
"Hrrmmhhmmmhhhh." Hige hummed while biting into a seasoned piece of chicken - - the biggest drumstick in the bundle actually. "This beats a bento anyday. What is that rosemary?"
"Mm." Responds Faye chomping on the second largest drumstick.
Face drawn into a sickened frown, Tsume says. "If I hadn't seen you naked, I'd swear you were a man, Faye."
Toboe nearly choked on his orange juice; Hige almost dropped his chicken onto his lap. Kiba had expected as much.
"You... you mean you two had sex!?" Inquired Hige.
"Hige." Kiba snipped as a warning.
With a glance at one another Tsume and Faye burst into a fit of laughter.
'Yeah funny, funny,' GrumpedToboe. 'Just answer Hige's question.' He practically tried to say it telepathically.
"I think of Tsume like a little brother; I've known this idiot since he was a teenager." She poked the man on the cheek with the top of her lunch wiping the grease off with her free hand. "We did some photo shoots together, that's all."
As Toboe's heart began to beat again, he says as casual toned as he could "Oh." but he was sure everyone heard the squeek in the single word.
"Ahaha, don't think I'm fresh for saying so," Hige swallowed. "But, uh, you wouldn't happen to have any of them on you?"
"Fresh out." Answers Faye, wiping her hands before taking a sip of her wine.
"I don't carry pictures of myself around." Tsume stopped the question from landing to him.
'Arrogant bastard.' Clucked Kiba. Deciding to change the subject, he brought it around to the food. "I've never had potato salad without mayonaise, it's really good."
"I'm surprised that you guys haven't been by the dessert eatery." Mentions their female companion.
"D- dessert?!" Standing on his knees as though intending to run to the place, Hige asked directly. "Where is it?"
"It's not open today, but it's not far from here." Tsume pointed in the general direction of the building's location. "You'd love it. All you can eat buffet of nothing but sweets - - mostly chocolate, but they have other stuff. Faye and me binge there all the time."
"First place I took him when I found out what shitheads his parents were."
Swallowing the water filling in his mouth, Hige wished the day would hurry up already, so he can get to that buffet. Sitting back down he looked at his food as though someone had sneezed on it. IIt's hard to eat after hearing something like that, knowing that you have to wait for it.
Cocking a white brow, Tsume says. "I'll drop you off when I go to my shoot. Don't worry about it."
"Seriously?"
Tsume nods.
'See Kiba,' Thinks Toboe. 'Tsume's really nice, and not just to me.' But said male seemed more interested in something off in the distance. Looking off that way, Toboe spots a large fountain. "Oh cool! Is that a wishing fountain!" Standing, he grabbed his brother's hand. "Can we go make wishes? Come on you guys."
"O- kay" Kiba stuttered being jerked to his feet by the soon-to-be sixteen year old.
"Can that fountain make it tomorrow?" Sighed Hige as he follows along.
"Hm. Kids." Faye sounded amused, but she joined them anyway.
All five members of the shopping party travelled the distance to the fountain, designed with young boys dumping water. Pulling out change they hold the money firmly in their hands pouring all their strength into what they want to happen or would like, tossing it in with a flip of their thumb they watched the coins sink into the clear water. Glancing at Tsume to see the model is looking right back, Toboe wondered what he may have wished for? But, going by the look in his eye, he could kind of guess. And it nearly set him on fire with wanting it to come true.
...
The rain began to drizzle around the time they got their gelato, as Hige had pointedly asked for when they were in the car. Faye wanted to continue shopping so they let the woman be, and returned to Tsume's house with a few snacks bought at the supermarket on the way. And the group watched a video with subtitles.
It shocked Hige, Toboe, and Tsume especially, when Kiba took a seat beside the model on the couch. Kiba's only response was to ignore their obvious stares; let them wonder, he said he would try and this was as trying on him as anything. The movie was horror, and with the rainy atmosphere darkening the sky it's really getting to all of them. At first the four spoke lightly to each other; dinner plans; places they could see the next day. But when the movie picked up silence fell on the men, and eyes glued themselves to the television. Hige even stilled the crunchy cookies he was munching on from going into his mouth while he waited for the horrifying creature in a white mask to turn up on one of the kids.
"Aaah!" Hige, Toboe, and Kiba shout. Tsume only jumped from start from their sudden shout.
The dark figure with no body, just a dark cloud with a hard white face, came rushing at the kids after appearing literally from thin air.
"Get out of there!" Toboe shouted with so much feeling you'd swear he were one of the actors telling his friends to leave him and escape, while he makes the sacrafice of thwarting the enemy.
One of the men in the movie screamed, blood squirted out of his mouth while the cloud hugged the man. Did it stab him? It only seemed to suck them dry, leaving them dead after passing by. How do you fight something like that? By the end of the movie all four of them hardly wanted to move, the monster just became more real as it went on eating people; and at the end it took off the mask revealing a snarled and mangled woman who then looks pyschotically at the camera before swallowing it as though the viewer were the last piece of her beauty seeking puzzle.
Later on that night. Hige spat toothpaste foam into the sink, jumping from start when he straightened up. "Damn it, Kiba, little warning poke next time." He groaned at the ease washing through him in little frightened tremors.
Grabbing the plastic cup from a dispencer set in the wall, Hige pressed his hand against a plastic trigger waiting out the right amount of mouthwash to fill his cup. Tsume really has odd taste, but it's a good piece of bathroom equipment, that he's thinking about telling his mother he wants in the Moon home. Gargling the mouthwash he spat into the sink running the contents of his nightly routine into the drain.
"All yours." He made way for his boyfriend.
"Hige?" Kiba spoke tightly before Hige could exit the bathroom.
"Hmm?"
Hige nearly stumbled backwards when Kiba wrapped his arms abruptly around him squeezing tightly. "I... let Toboe hang out in that creeps bedroom for a while. He said they were just gonna hang out, and nothing more, but... dammit Hige; he's already slept with him once, whose to say he won't try it again?"
"Nobody. But, Kiba, you've gotta trust Toboe a bit more. He's no dummy, I'm serious about that, you should have heard that kid back then when he fell off his bike and scratched his head. He may have been burned, but Kiba... you can't carry his scars as well as your own. Toboe is a growing boy; he'll make it without a hand to hold his. I swear it."
Nodding, Kiba snuggled his cheek into his lover's shoulder anyway. "Don't tell him I get like this over him," He laughed weakly. "I could never let him know how much I worry that everything will hit him. And happy-go-lucky Toboe won't be happy anymore. He'll be hurt, and he'll be ruined - - Why...? Why can't I just protect him until I'm dead."
"You're never gonna lose your brother. Even if he loves Tsume, or someone else... He feels the same way about you, believe it or not. I'll bet the thought of losing the only family he can remember hurts just as bad as having lost his parents. More so because of age. But big steps, not little ones. Recovering is never quick, nor painless... But walking away from a feeling can happen with the larger of a step you take to get away from it."
"Damn you for always being right. And damn you for making me feel better. I wanted to sit in the dread a little more." He straightened looking Moon in his red glare.
"Yeah, but don't feel it all at once." Cocking his head toward the bedroom he steered the despaired there. "We'll share a bed, snuggle up nice and close, and forget about all that stuff." His hand waved at Tsume's closed bedroom door. "Runt won't try anything with us in the house, and neither will Tsume; he's a good guy, Kib'. You just have to learn to trust my instincts."
"And mine?"
"Give 'em to a hobo; I don't care, but just don't let everything get to you so much. Okay?"
Smiling, he climbed onto the large bed. "...Okay." He sounded as though he'd just given in to someone asking for a midnight snack, or free tickets to a theme park.
Maybe, this one time, he'll let his hair down.
Meanwhile, up the hall.
"Tsume," Toboe whispers as his, should-be, ex kisses his neck. "should we be kissing like this?"
"Does it bother you?" The model whispered back.
"It feels so nice that maybe I just feel guilty about it." His hands tangle in the soft white hair upon feeling Tsume's tongue traced a hot vein in his neck.
"I'm sorry. But, I won't get to kiss you on your birthday - - among other things I wanna do to you. Kiba said you could sit with me and talk," His lips press to Toboe's for the briefest second. "Aren't we talking?"
Toboe supposed that was true; and Tsume's hands weren't wandering any place that would cause them to jump away like naughty school boys, so there's nothing wrong with a little kissing - - except maybe the part where his body has begun to heat up; and his casual talking, as spaced apart as their conversation has gotten between lips and tongue, he can't stop his pleasured sighs or approving hums; and he was sure Tsume was at wits end trying to keep himself from getting into trouble. When a few dozen kisses on the neck and cheek turned into nothing but mouths between the two of them, Toboe shoved the man off.
"I... have to get to bed. Busy day tomorrow. Good night, Tsume." He waved and left without a returned comment.
Lying back on the bed, the man closed his eyes. 'He still cares.' That made him smile, and it stayed there even in his sleep.
Later that night. Kiba sat on the couch, head titled back against the soft cushion; snuggling with Hige was nice, and for the most part it worked on his bad mood. But his mind couldn't stop having the same conversation over and over, as to why the model was so interested in Toboe. Maybe he's just making excuses because he's sort of getting used to the idea of Toboe growing up, and still wanting this relationship with the older man. Even if he doesn't like it, Kiba can't stop it without having to deal with some sort of consequence in being bossy over his brother's decisions in life.
'Mom, Dad... I hate feeling hollow like this - - ha, I hate filling in for you. I just don't feel like I can do it anymore. And I'm sorry.' He wished they would speak to him to tell him that it's alright, he doesn't have to try as hard as he has been with taking care of his brother, as their father had instructed. However, there was no 'other wordly' voice, no vision, just... silence. Maybe not complete silence. Turning his head to the sound of footsteps, Kiba expected to see Hige or Toboe stick their head into the room, wondering why his presence was suddenly gone - - though, Toboe wouldn't make much sense, since he was sleeping in Hige's room.
"Hn. This is unexpected." Commented Tsume as he walked into the living room. "I wouldn't have expected Mr. Straight-and-narrow to be a night owl." He sat down, not necessarily directly beside Kiba, but close enough to prickle the hairs on the back of the teen's neck.
Tsume was sure of that He had to admit it, he loved working the Wolf teen up. He's just so damned bossy and rude; it's nice to see him uneasy with rage. He'll also admit that being around Kiba gives him a bit of rage as well; that statue in the face still pisses him off when he remembers the pain of being hit with it.
"What are you doing up?" Kiba asked in a clipped tone.
Tsume shrugged. "Minding my own business; thought I'd watch some television - - if that's alright with you, your majesty."
"Well, maybe it isn't. I was sitting out here first, go someplace else - - you've got a pool, take a night swim... and drown in it."
Eyes shrinking bitterly in narrow, Tsume barked lowly so he doesn't disturb the sleepers in the bedrooms. "I'm getting really sick of your attitude, you know that? I'm starting to think you're not worth the trouble of a few days with Toboe."
"I told you not to say his name around me!" Kiba hissed back.
Fist opening and closing in loose control not to slug the man, Tsume replied tightly. "Get over it already; it's just starting to get embarrassing."
"Maybe I'll "get over it" when you decide to spend your time with someone else." Kiba swung at him but Tsume moved aside, avoiding the punch without even getting up from the couch. Growling, Kiba balled his hand in agitation. "Damn it! Stop it! Stop all of it!"
Smirking, Tsume asked flatly, and yet there was something else beneath it. "Stop what? I'm not doing anything; it seems to me like you're doing it all on your own." Scooting closer to the teen, his hand reaching out it brushed lightly across Kiba's jaw. "Or maybe this is what you meant. Hm?" He snickered feeling Kiba shudder beneath his hand. "Maybe you want me to stop what I'm doing to you, in your mind."
"You sick fuck!" Spat the Wolf teen, his offended voice quivering as he backed out of the unwanted contact. "Leave me alone."
"It's true, isn't it?" That made Tsume laugh a little more.
The deepness of it caught Kiba's breath a second - - only a second - - as his mind re-registered that the touch earlier wasn't from the usual person that touches his face in that way.
Leaning further over so that he's now almost lying over Kiba's side, Tsume says. "Can't say that I haven't thought the same thing a couple of times - - that, and smashing your face in." Finger tracing the thigh beneath him, and up to Kiba's hip and side, then when reaching the teen's underarm Tsume's hand grips Kiba's shoulder turning him over whilst shoving him flat onto the couch. "Is it true what they say, about your worst enemy being the best fuck you'll ever have?"
Trying to keep his voice hard and in control, Kiba replied. "How the hell should I know that?!"
Smirk on his thin lips the man leaned down, lips parted to say. "Let's test it."
Kiba shoved up so quickly his havoc seeking fist landed against Tsume's neck rather than his face but while the man gasped for air, Kiba got away. Across the room, Kiba glared while catching his, unknowingly, held breath. "What the hell is wrong with you? I tell you stay away from Toboe, and now you think it's okay to hit on me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, I was just messing with you because you're pathetically easy to rattle. I wouldn't waste my time so much as spitting in your direction." Standing he started to leave the room. "Go fuck yourself, Kiba; you don't run the show he..." Hearing his name suddenly, he turned getting a fist right in the nose.
The pop shocked him but only for a moment as he charged his attacker missing and getting hit in the face again.
Kiba smiled with a smugness. "Looks like you're getting slow in your old age, Tsume. Before we were almost equals. Almost."
"Yeah, you making it the almost." He rubbed his jaw. "But believe me, I haven't lost anything. I just thought I'd let you get in your initial sucker punches before we have our rematch."
"Ggrrrr." Kiba charged at the model again.
"Not this time." Tsume snatched Kiba by the shirt throwing him to the floor, and crawling over top of him he planted his mouth firmly, almost painfully hard down over Kiba's.
The Wolf teen didn't stay pinned there like some puppy under a box, and he gave it back just as hard, nipping instead of sucking as Tsume is doing. The older man's breaths shudder from his nostrils before he tore himself away to catch his breath. However, Kiba took that opportunity to headbutt Tsume, only to miss and get shoved onto the floor again; Tsume's lips took a hold of the flesh on his neck; the bite from his teeth aggressive but not extremely painful.
Sighing heatedly, Kiba whispered "Stop this." while exposing more of his neck.
"You first." Retorted Tsume feeling the unmistaking grip of someone else's hands on his hips, and they weren't displaying any sign of resistance.
"Fuck you." He dropped his hands instantly to the floor out beside him so they aren't remotely close to the model.
Big mistake because Tsume took Kiba's hands by the wrist and slid them up over his head pinning them there. "I won't even remove your clothes." The horny model stated calmly, though, one hand found its way to his bulge.
Kiba wished that he hadn't put on his light weight night clothes and slept in his clothes instead. He can actually feel the heat coming from the tightness of the leather painted onto the man's body through the cotton of his pajamas.
"Tell me, Kiba. If I can get you off.. will you think of me? Hm?" He kissed him so casually you'd of sworn he thought his lips belonged there. "Will you begin to hate Toboe, the closer we get.. knowing that you may have missed your chance."
Again, he tries to kiss him, which sent Kiba squirming below. "Enough! Stop fucking with me."
Lowering his enflamed hips down onto the Wolf teen, Tsume rocked them heavily up and down. "This is fucking with you a lot, isn't it? 'He's supposed to hate me', you're thinking, 'and yet he's doing this'."
"W-w-why are you doing..." He had to swallow back a moan. "Why are you doing this?" He said in a steadier tone that he wished would stay with him. He cannot enjoy this. Damn his body for betraying him.
"Because it's what you want. It's what we both want - - deep" He emphasized by grabbing Kiba's butt so hard you'd think he was in a position to enter him right then. "down."
Breaths ragged, Kiba... let him. He moaned deeply before his eyes fluttered open in the darkness. Wiping the wetness from his face he looked around the dark slightly moonlit bedroom that Hige was given. Touching his buttocks he can still feel the man shoving into him hard enough to make his body tremble, and his mind spin as he thrust back with no use of his hands to aid his strength, so he just looked useless bucking below the man.
'What the hell is wrong with me?' Wondered Kiba; climbing out of bed not surprised to find that his pajamas have been dampened, and dried in all the time he was asleep and dreaming. 'That's what I get for falling asleep angry.' He grabbed a pair of boxers from the dresser, changed his clothes after cleaning up in the bathroom, then he drifts cautiously back to sleep being sure to think about the man in the bed next to him.
The next morning. Everyone had a nice breakfast together, made by Kiba: french toast with strawberries and a glass of milk; and it was nice of Kiba not to burn Tsume's portion, though, deep down he really wanted to. Hige was right about everything he'd said, but that didn't mean it was right for the 27 year old man to offer himself to his brother just so he can take him in return. It's indecent. Kiba knows more than a little of what it's like to stare taboo in the face, and, for the most part, he's resisted its temptation. But it will always come back. And he will, at some point, fall prey to it. But that doesn't mean he liked the price of it, or the idea of his little brother being hit by it so hard.
"My brother is a good cook, huh Tsume?"
"Yeah, it's alright." Came a bland reply with a suspicious air. 'Can't help but wonder if anything would have been done to mine, had Kiba not brought it out on a plate to serve ourselves.'
Kiba seemed to know what the model was thinking, and smirked secretly as if to say 'and anytime I cook for you, you'd better wonder.'
"How soon can we hit that buffet?" Hige's one-track-mind begged him to ask.
Snickering Kiba shook his head. "You're not even done with this meal, and you're already eating the next."
"Seems like a habit of his." Added Tsume.
Shrugging Kiba says. "Kinda is."
Mouth twisted in slight offense Hige said nothing, just silently glad to see the two agree with something - - even laughing about it. But seriously, when were they gonna leave?!
"It opens at ten." Tsume reported.
Looking around for a clock on the wall, he pointed his gaze to Kiba's watch-sporting-wrist that his lover held up for him. "That gives me a half hour to shower and change." Stabbing the last half of his French toast with his fork, he shoved it into his mouth just about hurting his teeth on the fork his bite had closed down so firmly. "Speed it up, you slow pokes."
The group assumed was what Hige said, because over the mouth full it sounded like "soupy di dup do suppose".
"Should I even bother telling him that my shoot isn't until eleven?" He asked this to Kiba, since they seem to be on speaking terms - - for the moment.
"So go early; don't they reward you for that?" Replied the unwanted confidant.
Watching the exchange, Toboe got up from the table, taking the empty dishes of his and Hige's to the kitchen to be cleaned. Alone, the two can only glance at one another as if wondering what to say to keep conversation going, so the silence doesn't somehow provoke them into a fight. Tsume can still feel the blow Kiba gave him, and Kiba can still feel the bite that Tsume had given him from when they fought back in Japan.
"How long are you gonna be working?" He chose a safe enough topic. "I don't wanna be stuck in the city with my sick little brother and over-stuffed boyfriend forever."
"Three o'clock. You can put Faye's number in your phone and call her to come get you, if I can't pick you up earlier."
Nodding, he took the offered phone; surprised that, though, it came from Tsume's pocket that hot-pants managed to have a cold phone. 'Probably took a cold shower this morning.' He thought snarkly. Looking over the gadget, he wonders how a complicated phone like this even opens.
Watching the puzzled look, Tsume took his phone back not seeming to care that his fingers brushed Kiba's before he held out a hand for the teen's cell. Kiba wasn't about to have a repeat, and he dropped the phone on the table receiving a look that said. 'Seriously' before Tsume added the number in himself handing it back.
Kiba opened his mouth to say something but Toboe walked back into the dining area shutting it. "Toboe, have you showered?"
"Not yet, but Kiba... do you think I could stay here. I don't really feel like gorging on sweets. I'll do enough of that at my party." He shook his head lightly, nose a bit turned up. "A growing guy like me doesn't need sweets all the time."
"An entire generation of Moon men just fell into early graves, and the ones already gone rolled into a new position." Commented Hige appearing out of nowhere, showered, dressed, and hair still wet. "What kind of idiot says that they don't want sugar?"
"This one... I mean, it's not like I'm saying don't bring me something back."
"Oh, see that I understand." Clapping his hands together, he says joyously. "Come on, let's go, before all the tables are filled."
Groaning, Tsume grabbed the car keys. "Are you sure you wanna stay here alone?"
"Yeah. I can, can't I?"
"I don't care." Replied Tsume. "Better ask the warden though."
"Tsume." Toboe warned but looks to his brother all the same. "It's alright?"
"...Sure. We won't be there long, anyway. Maybe one hour."
Hige cleared his throat.
"Two." Kiba rolled his eyes.
"Thanks!" Hige briefly threw his arms around Kiba, then dashed to the front door. "Get some clothes on, Kiba."
"Yeah, yeah." He walked to the bedroom wishing there was an easy way out of this trip. He does not want to sit in a car with Tsume, because knowing Hige he'll lag behind forcing him to be up front next to the man - - not that behind him would be any better. It's all too much right now and he just wanted to curl up and die.
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