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Love Object	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 4969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hige snuck away from the door, not wanting to be heard on the other side. 'This is just...' He searched for a word. 'Too freaky! There's no way the runt's actually attracted to that guy! It's sick! It's weird!' He shook his head in dismay. 'But, maybe I'm jumping to the wrong conclusions?'
Toboe's door suddenly opened and the young teen was in the doorway.
Hige froze in his steps, looking as though someone had run their finger up his spine. Then, with his hand behind his head, he turned around and grinned sheepishly. "Eh hahaha. Uuuh, hey, Toboe. Small world, huh? I didn't know your room was on this floor." He lamely muttered.
Toboe furrowed his eyebrows as though Hige had lost his mind; with a shrug, he headed down the hall and into the bathroom.
Letting out a breath "Phew!" Hige wiped mock sweat from his forehead, then headed back downstairs. "That was a close one." He mentioned to no one.
Toboe closed the door, leaning his back against it. 'Hige sure is acting weird today.' He thought. Unzipping, he walked over to the toilet to relieve himself.
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Tsume parked outside of the supermarket; turning off the engine, he pulled the keys from the ignition and dropped them into his coat pocket. The door popped open before coming back at the car, intent on closing because of a gust of wind. Tsume's leg dropped outside of the car stopping the door up against it.
Searching through the glove-compartment a moment, he grabbed a card out of it then closed it back. Leaving his car; he slipped on a pair of sunglasses then zipped up his jacket then started towards the store.
Kiba wished a couple with child a "good day" before starting on pricing another customer's groceries through the register's computer.
"You look like you're having a good day." The customer greeted when coming up to the register.
"Yeah. I was out with my little brother and boyfriend earlier." Kiba explained.
He really was in a good mood. The day was going surprisingly well for him. And tonight he would, hopefully, get the answers to the questions that have been plaguing his mind, concerning his little brother and a certain model - whom shall remain nameless.
"How sweet!" Declared the woman in all honesty. "How old is your brother?"
"Fourteen." He ran an item past the checker twice, three times before he heard the beep.
"My son is at home with a babysitter. He's twelve."
Kiba smiled thoughtfully at the comment. Though a hesitant frown mared his eyebrows as the woman fished through her wallet for what would either be just the money - or pictures of her kid from since birth. "That'll be $12.50." He informed the woman.
"See," she was saying, probably missing what he had said altogether.
Kiba smiled looking at the picture of a snot-nose little boy, sticking one finger up his nose while the other hand - he cleared his throat - was busy showing a not so flattering gesture to the camera. "Cute." He stated simply before repeating. "$12.50, please."
The woman went on talking as though she no longer knew that he were there at all. "He's a ball of fire sometimes..." That made Kiba flinch. "but other than that, he's a dear."
"That's great. But other customers are waiting, so..." He tapped the little screen that displayed the price.
"Oh! Honey, I'm sorry, I must be holding you up." She reached past the pictures in her wallet to the compartment with the bills. Taking out the amount needed, she then fished inside for an extra five. "Here you are, and this is for you."
Kiba's eyes shown confusion, but then he smiled politely giving a little bow replying. "Thank you."
The woman placed a hand on Kiba's forearm, causing his right eye to scrunch ever so slightly - but, not enough to be noticed - before she bowed and then walked out of the store with her purchases.
Kiba sighed in thought. 'I should quit this job, and go into the postal service or something.' He smiled at the thought. Hige would never let him live down those shorts - but, with a guy like Hige, it was really hard to know what would ward him off or turn him on!
The next customer cleared his throat bringing Kiba back to reality. He blushed slightly, as though the man could read his thoughts then he went back into work-mode. He could fantasize later.
Tsume dawdled along the aisles, glancing back and forth for the things he needed. 'God I hate shopping in the kids section.' He grouched as a young child went whizzing by, with their parent steps behind and telling the kid to settle down. With an angered sigh, he reminded himself why he was there. 'I'm doing this for Toboe.' Reaching out, he grabbed a box of Christmas tree shaped snack cakes and dropped them into the basket he held.
'This is so damned embarrassing.' He continued to angrily bellow to himself.
Considering it now, he wondered what teens liked to eat. When he was younger he hated sweets, ate them as a teen, and now he's disinterested again. Turning to a young woman - maybe in her early twenties - who had been standing in the aisle since he'd strolled into it, he asked her with sincerity.
"Miss?"
"Mmm?" The woman turned her head towards him, though she kept turning her attention back to the shelf of snacks displayed before them.
"If you were... maybe fourteen. What would you want to eat?" He suddenly felt his teeth chomp down on his tongue as what he'd just said played back in his mind.
"Little brother? Or nephew?" She asked.
"Nephew." He lied.
It amazed him at how easily he was willing to do lie to keep any assumptions of his life a secret. Something he wasn't used to. He thought his whole lifestyle to be a joke! Even though he did love modeling at some level, he still never held back a smart-assed comment, whether on himself or someone else in the field.
"Mmm..." The woman considered the question then looked the shelf over. "Teens usually like these." She grabbed down a box of Rice Krispies Treats with chocolate chips, handing them to the man. "I guess it's the chocolate." The woman shrugged.
"Thanks." Biting his bottom lips a second, he glanced around to make sure that no one was paying them any attention. "Listen, I'll pay you if you help me do a little shopping."
"For your nephew?" She asked.
"Yes. I would really appreciate it; my sister is bringing him by, and," he laughed falsly but sweetly. "She never tells me anything, expecting that I have the kind of stuff teens like to eat. I can barely remember my teen years, just what it was like as a kid."
The woman held up a hand. She understood completely - having, done that herself a couple of times. "My names Tachikawa Michiko, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. Mine's... Just call me T.K."
Michiko wasn't going to ask any questions as she hoisted her own basket up to support it a little bit more. "Okay, so where do you wanna start, T.K?"
"Please, lead the way. Price is not a matter to me. Here.." He reached for her basket. "I'll carry that for you."
The woman smiled, and wound her arm to relax the muscle. "Thank you very much." she bowed before stepping by the model; with him behind her, she led the man down the aisle of foods.
Kiba had glanced up for only one moment. He wasn't sure, but... Did he just see.. Tsume?
"Most kids like finger foods." Michiko was saying. "Fish dishes are always popular." She grabbed a bag of flounder for him. "Frozen is faster to prepare than fresh - cheaper than the pre-sliced, too. He can dunk it in ketchup or a sauce."
Tsume nodded really listening to what the woman was saying to him. He may have to do this stuff on his own someday. Although, with the right price, he was sure he could hire the woman to shop for him regularly.
"My son loves these canned foods from the states." She handed a can of Spaghetti O's to him. "For some reason teens feel like gourmet chefs if they can cook he food themselves, even if it taste like soil."
Tsume eyed the can. Personally the stuff looked inedible - but, whatever.
Michiko looked into Tsume's basket; tapping a finger to her chin she then waved it in the air before walking back past Tsume. "You're gonna need more snacks than that."
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"Aaand carrots." Hige held out a hand.
Toboe skimmed the counter for the item then smiled as he picked them up. "Carrots." Handing them off, he brushed the cool feeling from his hands. "You know, I always thought that carrot had two t's in it."
"Yeeeah, that's because you're stupid."
"Hey! I am not, I just didn't sound it out really carefully." The teen explained. "Besides, I was only six. You can't blame a six year old not knowing how to spell English words."
"Ahahaha, calm down, runt. I was just joking." Thinking a moment he snapped his fingers. "Alright, hand me the celery."
"Celery. Check." Giving the - slightly disgusting - vegetable to the head chef, he then turned around and grabbed a chair from the kitchen table. Sliding it over to the stove, he stepped up on it with his knees and stood peering into the overly-heightened pot. "When is this supposed to be done, anyway?"
"Hmm? 'Bout ten - twenty minutes." Hige replied.
"Twenty minutes!" Glancing at the clock, his eyes sagged. "It's already 4:30!" He protested. "Can't you turn it up higher?"
"If you wanna spoil the meal than be my guest."
Toboe hesitated at touching the knobs. Kiba always told him not to; and the last time he had he freaked out! Kiba isn't here, sure, but the cruel memory of his brother's sadness and unexplainable anger was. He sighed and moved his hand away with a shrug. "I can wait. What are we gonna do until then?"
Now's your chance, Hige, make your move. He coached himself. He slipped an arm around the younger teen's shoulders the, led him into the living room, saying. "How 'bout you and me spend some quality time together. We haven't done that in ages, and we can talk."
"Talk?"
"Yeah, man to man."
"Man to man?" He smiled at the thought. "Like one of the guys?"
"Sure, just like the big guys. Like Kiba and me."
"Cool!"
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"Thank you, miss, I think this is all I'll be needing for the week." Tsume bowed to the woman.
"Sure. Enjoy time with your nephew."
"I will." He pulled out his checkbook and wrote down a nice round number for the woman, then ripping it out he hands it to her. "And as promised. Your payment."
"I couldn't." She shook her head.
"You can't say, no; we made a deal." He held it out to her again. "Please, take it."
"...Alright. Thank you." Michiko bowed again, before walking away to do some shopping of her own.
Heading towards the check-out counters, Tsume skimmed the area for a practically empty one. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. 'Now this is interesting... it's dear brother, Kiba. Hn... I think I'll chooose that one.' Striding towards the teen, who's currently with another customer, he went un-notice in his approach. He easily lined up, with a smug glow about him.
"Have a nice day, sir." He said to the man. As the conveyor belt began to move forward, he looked down at all the items, noticing that most of it was snacks and things. "Sweet tooth, eh?" Looking up, Kiba's happy smile dropped drastically to a sneer. "What the hell do you want?" He growled.
Tsume turned his head from left to right as though he were looking for something, then he looked back at the teen stating. "I believe I'm here to make a purchase." he blinked innocent eyes at him.
"Don't give me that; you came over here just to be smug." Wolf felt every hair on his body prickling up with this man in his presence. He hadn't forgotten the anger he bared towards the perverted model. And he never would. Toboe is his life; and he would kill anyone that did anything to him.
"Kiba... Come on." Tsume cocked his head with a smile. "You can't deny me service because of personal hatred. You have no choice but to ring me up."
"I'd love to!" He started around the counter, but Tsume pointed out a little sign. "Be kind to the customers, Kiba, or you're fired."
Kiba turned his eyes to a little sign that read: Service with a smile. The corner of his mouth twitched and he backed down. "Fine. The faster you're gone the happier I'll be." He began to run the items past the checker, all the while keeping a sharp eye on the model. "...You sure do have a lot of junk here, for someone so skinny, that is."
Tsume smirked. Grabbing a box that had already been rung up, he opened it taking out one of the contents inside. "What?" He began to say. "I can't like... Twinkies?" He began to shove the entire little pastry into his mouth.
That clenched it! He dove on him! Knocking the Twinkie from the man's hand, Kiba grabbed a hold of Tsume's neck then he began to choke him. "You sick fuck!" He shouted. "You stay away from my brother!"
Tsume had clenched his neck to avoid being strangled by the disgruntled teen.
"I'll kill you, I swear!"
"Stop that!" A woman shouted from behind. Her purse came down on Kiba's head as she tried to defend her new friend. "Somebody, help him! This man is attacking him!" She continued swinging her purse.
"Leave my brother alone!" Kiba shouted again and again. "Leave him alone!"
A small crowd formed. All watching the scene unfold. Whispers went up saying: "Isn't that Tsume Keina, the model?" and "What's that kid doing to him?" To "Never in my days have I seen such disrespect for elders." Going by what all they could see of the albino-haired victim.
"Hey! Hey! Break it up!" The guard warned, pulling the teen off of the older man. "Now what the hell's going on here?"
"Ask him!" They both shouted pointing at each other.
"One at a time." The security guard ordered. "Now, Kiba, what happened?"
"Oh sure, take his side." Tsume mumbled.
"Sir, please. Kiba?"
"That man is a sick monster... He has no right to be in this store." Kiba panted through his anger.
"Yeah, that's real mature, when you're the one leaping on people." Tsume rubbed his neck on a tender spot.
"Sir, I think you better just take your groceries and go. I'm very sorry for the assault."
Tsume grabbed his things. "You'd better do something about your employees, or I'll have this place shut down by morning." With that he walked out.
Kiba followed his movements with razor sharp eyes until he was out of sight. Catching his breath, he turned to the guard and the crowd, heat flooding his cheeks. "I'm... I'm sorry. I've been having a bad night." He started away towards the payphones, hearing the whisper of the crowd behind him.
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"So..." Toboe sat down on the couch, with a posture that seemed as though he were trying to protect himself inwardly. "Uhh, how do you talk man to man?"
"Well," Hige scratched the side of his face. 'You're a dead man, Wolf.' He thought absently. He, Hige, was too young and beautiful for this kind of torture. "Well, first we uhhh... Oh! First we have to make an oath. Never tell a word of what we say to anyone."
Toboe smiled hearing that. He had always thought everything he said and did would be brought back to his brother, and he would never feel safe saying anything again. But if 'man to man' meant free speech and safely, he was in.
"Okay, I swear." With a nod to show he was serious, the young teen scooted closer to his mentor.
"I swear, too." Hige held up a hand.
"Where do you wanna start?"
"Umm, okay... uhhh... Well?" Hige stammered a moment.
Toboe rolled his eyes and shook his head, deciding that it was up to him to start. "Hige... When do you know you liiike-like someone?"
"Well, that's when..." He hesitated greatly before he said through a gulp. "Masturbating comes in."
"...Masturbating? Touching yourself - You used to do that?!" Toboe sat sideways so that he didn't miss the other's face as he spoke. Surely Hige could help him out, and tell him how to do it correctly. He really wanted to know!
"Yeah, that's exactly what it is." Hige turned his gaze elsewhere as he spoke. "I used to get a picture of your brother in mind, and play with myself for hours." He laughed rather uncomfortably. "That's how I knew I liked your brother for sure. I just saw him one day and went for it." He shrugged. "Well, you can guess the rest." He couldn't believe he was saying this to a fourteen-year-old. Well, he'd say it to a fourteen year old but not this particular one. All innocent and sweet. Heavily sheltered.
Toboe seemed to be taking that all in, then he turned hopeful eyes on the Moon teen. "... You mean you know you like someone whenever they make you wanna touch yourself?"
"Yep, sure do. It's to make up for not being able to touch them. But it took me a while before I got it right." He coughed.
"So that means you know how to do it and everything?!"
"Hey, hey." He waved his hands. "You're getting just a little too hyped up - you plannin' on doing it yourself or something?"
"W-well... what's that supposed to mean?" The younger teen asked, feeling red hit his cheeks, unsure if it were from blushing or bitterness.
"Kiba is the one who got me started; so if you're doing it, than whose got your goat?"
This caught Toboe off-guard. 'Why would Hige ask me something like that? He must know what I did.' Toboe assumed. "I guess Kiba told you about that, huh?"
"Yeah, he did; but, so what, right? We're men." Hige hit the teen on the shoulder with the back of his hand. "It's only natural that we do that sort of thing."
Toboe smiled, chuckling lightly. If Hige didn't mind it, than there must be nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Hey, Toboe, did you hear me?"
"Huh?"
"I asked you a question before." Hige raised an eyebrow. "...About who got you started?"
The young teen wet his mouth with a hasty lick. He couldn't tell Hige that Tsume had made him wanna masturbate, he had to think of something else instead. "It was a guy from school."
"What?" Hige seemed a little too taken aback by the response. He hadn't expected that at all.
Toboe brushed a strand of hair from his ears and replied loosely. "He was talking about how he did it.. and, I guess I kinda eavesdropped on his conversation and thought that maybe I'd try it out."
'I guess the runt isn't seeing that guy after all. That or the little guy's throwing me for a sucker.' Hige couldn't figure out which was the truth. How could he get anything from him, if Tsume's already got him lying for him? "So you just grabbed on without a face in your head?" He asked for good measure.
"Hige, I'm kinda uncomfortable about this." He scrunched in again.
"I'm sorry... I was just wondering, that's all." Now he felt bad. He didn't wanna make him uneasy around him. They were both silent a moment. Wondering where to take this little conversation of theirs.
"Hey, Hige - you know what, I saw you and Kiba a few days back - when you were in your car." Confessed the not-so-innocent.
"Saw us?" The older teen seemed puzzled. "Doing what? I don't remember being i..." And then it hit him. "Damn, you saw us?!" The blush told him everything. How long had they been out there? And what all does: "saw you and Kiba" mean?
"I didn't look long, but... were youuu?" He knew what he wanted to say but the words weren't exactly coming out right then.
"Well, it's about time you heard the tale of the birds and bees ru- eh," he stopped himself from using the kid's nickname. "Eee - I mean, Toboe."
"I don't know, isn't this the kinda thing that Kiba should be telling me about?" Toboe asked. He felt like he'd be betraying his brother if he took life advice from someone else. But, hey - this is his brother's boyfriend, after all.
"Nah, Kib' wouldn't mind." He placed a hand on the younger teen's shoulder. "Now I'm gonna ask you a serious question here, and I want you to be honest." He searched the Toboe's eyes to see if he would answer truthfully. Toboe gave a nod; Hige smiled knowing he could trust it. "You know how your brother and me are seeing each other?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know what that's called?" He seemed to be talking slower than intended and Toboe just felt a little insulted.
"Hige, I know that you and my brother are gay - duuuhhh."
"You do?" Toboe's face couldn't have said 'Duh' any clearer. "That's a relief. So, are you or aren't you?"
"Gay?" Toboe was quiet a moment.
As though he had to think it over, he considered a lot of things first. The fact that he never felt attracted to any females - though some seemed interested in him. But then there was the fact that up until Tsume, he's never really felt any tug towards males either. This was tough. 'As if,' he began to mentally bully himself. I know I'm attracted to males. 'Even if Tsume is the only one really doing it for me.'
"I'm gay... I'm pretty sure, anyway." He answered truthfully. "Probably."
"Cool! Welcome to the club." The Moon teen patted the boy's back with a smirk.
Toboe smiled into a chuckle. Talking like a man was actually kinda nice.
"So, anyway, what you saw was your brother and me... showing each other that we're in love." Hige explained.
Toboe flushed and looked at his lap. "I thought you were trying to smash each other into the front seat, at first. Kinda like you were trading places or something - then you took your shirts off and..."
"Hey! Let's not go into details - I was there, remember. Sheesh." He rolled his eyes uncomfortably.
"Does it mean you love someone when you kiss them?" Toboe asked bluntly.
"Course it does, yeah," he nods to show superiority. "Any physical contact means they love you - or want to..." 'Oh boy, I hope I'm not confusing him.' Wondered the older teen. 'He seems more interested in kissing than sex. Phew.' Hige slid a glance into the kitchen where dinner was still simmering. 'How long have we been talking for, anyway?'
Toboe took Hige's silence as confusion, so he decided to clear things up for him. "Hige, someone kissed me." At least that's what Hige heard. Toboe had actually said: "Hige, Tsume kissed me."
"Who kissed you?" He asked.
"Tsu..." The phone was ringing. Hige didn't even hesitate to stand and go get it.
He couldn't wait to get out of there! "Hey, runt, can you stir dinner for me, I gotta take this." Although, he hadn't the slightest idea whom it could be. Kiba didn't usually call until work was over, and that wasn't until the next hour. Picking up the receiver, he held it to his ear saying. "Hello?"
'Back to being the 'runt' again.' He scowled at the nickname, which he was sure he'd never get used to hearing. He was fourteen for crying out loud! Ok, a bit short, but not too short. How long was it going to take before he became just Toboe to Hige? He didn't make up a name for him.
"Forget it. Besides, maybe it's better I didn't tell him. He might have freaked out." He confessed to himself through mumbling.
Standing from the chair, Toboe walked into the kitchen to receive a new hair-do from Hige tousling it as he walked by. Toboe shook his head trying to restore it to its usual style.
"Now where's that spoon?" He wondered out loud scanning the counter.
"Hey, Kiba," Hige greeted cheerily. "You off early or something?"
"Or something," the Wolf teen grouched. "Can you believe that shit guy came to the store tonight?"
"What guy?"
"Who else?! That fucking three dollar model, Tsume."
"No way! What was he doing there?" Hige turned an eye to Toboe who seemed to be searching for something, then he smiled when he located the object.
"Why else? As if there aren't a million stores to shop in this city." Kiba's voice was beginning to sound weary now, he really wanted to just call it a day and move on. "Meanwhile, he said some pretty lewd shit, in his own subtle way - I think the guy's stalking me. How else would he know where I work?"
"You got me," Hige shrugged.
Toboe lifted the lid from the pot, peering inside as the broth bubbled and boiled in rage of the heat it had to endure. Cocking his head, he held the spoon with shaky hands as he slowly lowered it into the pot. 'Okay,' he swallowed hard. 'So I've never cooked before, I've seen people do it a hundred times - it's easy! So stirring can't be any more hard, right?'
This was all Kiba's fault, he never let him do anything. He's stunted! But he can do it. The spoon, now dipped inside the pot, was whirled around and around. Huh, easy. Toboe really liked doing it. With a smile, he picked up the pace. He felt just like Masahiko Kobe from Iron Chef.
"So when are you gonna be home?" Hige continued his phone call.
"I don't know... Around 2 o'clock, I guess."
"Okay."
"Hige, make sure Toboe is in bed by nine after his bath at eight thirty."
"Eight thirty, got it."
"Alright, and Hige make sure..."
"Bye Kib'!" He didn't hear him as he started to hang up the phone. Once back on it's base, Hige returned his attention to Toboe who seemed to be in full swing of a fantasy right then as he mixed dinner.
"Alright runt, I think it's a typhoon around the vegetables by now." He swatted the boy on the side of his head snatching the spoon back from him.
"Huh?" He seemed puzzled by Hige's sudden actions and touch, until he noticed the beefy broth swirling around the pot as though it were a whirlpool. "Oh, ahahaha. Sorry about that."
"Yeah." He smirked playfully. Turning off the stove, he inhaled a large steam cloud and smiled at his triumph. "Let's eat."
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