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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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Pulling out a sheet of paper; Toboe laid himself down on his bed at home, back in Freeze city.
It's funny to me the way things turned out between us that day. Instead of Tsume telling me to leave him, it was me telling him to leave... I'd meant to talk to Tsume a little more, but ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, we were in the car on our way back to Naples. My head was pounding, and my voice was ridiculously dry; so when I spoke almost nothing came out at all. That's when Tsume spoke to me; telling me that he just couldn't do it; that breaking up with me would be the dumbest thing he ever did. And that if I were serious about us not being together, then I would have to be the one to break it off. In the end, neither of us could do it. We just made a promise that night, on our way back to Naples, that no matter what happened in life; or whom we would end up seeing... We'd always be special to each other. Like, he and I are our own little secret.
When Kiba and me got home, I spent the night in my room staring at the ceiling. It's funny; I wasn't sure if I was sad, happy, angry or nothing at all... I guess, thinking about it, I was trying my hardest not to feel anything. Not anything at all. Then, later on that night, when I let my barriers down... I... I cried. It wasn't noisy, and it wasn't long; but I couldn't stand holding it all in! I hate myself for hating Tsume - even a little! And I hated that he understands that I hate him. But I love him too... I continually wonder why it feels wrong to love him, but it does. He killed my family, physically and emotionally; and I stupidly fell in love with him. But I didn't know those things then. Back when he and I met that first day, I didn't know that he would be anything to me but a nice stranger.
I can remember when I first saw Tsume...
Back then...
"Is Toboe alright?" Asked Cheza. The two of them were leaving the school together, but Toboe seemed a bit distracted by something. "...Toboe?"
"Huh?" The young teen turned to his friend with a questioned look. "Oh, haha." A hand slid behind his head. "No, I'm fine." He straightened up blinking. "I was just - thinking about something that's all."
"Thinking?" Wondered his best friend. "This one would like to know what has Toboe "thinking"?"
"I saw this... guy - - outside during third period, and he was leaning on a motorcycle looking at the school." His eyes lowered to the floor. "But the weird thing was... it was almost like he was looking specifically at me."
Cheza thought about that a moment, then looked back at her friend. "And this has Toboe thinking?"
"Well... Not so much that, but there was something else..." His words trailed off.
'He was outside of the school watching me through the window; I didn't know that at the time; and yet, I did.. His gaze was so intense. After that, I saw him at recess... That was the first time he'd ever spoken to me.'
"Oh man." Toboe ran up to the gate, and froze when the older man stood up in plain sight. "Umm," He bowed quickly showing the man respect. "I'm really sorry if the ball hit you, sir. May I have that back, please?"
"Right, the ball." He tossed it with one hand over the gate to him.
"Thanks." He missed the ball a good inch, and bent over to pick it up. "You're not hurt, are you?" He asked again.
"No. I'm fine." Tsume replied.
Toboe smiled at him, and gave another bow. "Well, I have to get back to my game - um, thanks again, mister."
He started to run away, but paused hearing Tsume speak his name. "Huh?" Toboe asked to be sure.
"I said it's "Tsume", not mister."
"Ha, okay. Thanks, Tsume." He dashed off without another word.
'At the time I'd thought nothing of it, but I did wonder where I had seen him before? Haha, I have to wonder if Tsume liked me then; the dork that was calling him "mister" and all. He nearly got hit with the ball. He was friendly, and let me use his first name... I guess I can figure that he liked me then. I felt really special when I found out that Tsume was famous; I met a real celebrity - in person! How could I not be on top of the world? ...I made a lot of dumb decisions because of Tsume; I won't forget about that...'
Running out the door he gave him a full on grin. "Hi, Tsume!"
"Hi." Tsume greeted in return with a smile.
"I saw you on tv last night. I never knew you were a model." Toboe was going on. He hadn't realized that when Tsume began to walk that he was following him.
The two crossed the street, as Toboe spoke about the interview on the talk show. Tsume listened to the young teen quietly; saying whatever he thought was neccessary. He held his umbrella over Toboe's, and his own, head so neither of them got wet from the rain.
"Is it fun being a model?"
"It's the best." Tsume answered; looking around once they've stopped walking, he appeared hesitant.
"Then how come you quit?" Toboe wondered.
Tsume shrugged. "I guess I just got bored with it."
"Oh," Toboe noticed that they had moved away from the school; and his eyes widened from the realization. "I gotta go wait for my brother." He said. "See you later, Tsume."
"Wait,"
The teen froze. "Take my unbrella. I have plenty."
Toboe looked as though he were thinking about accepting, but then he shook his head. "I can't; but you can walk back with me, if you want."
"How 'bout we sit in my car instead. It's nice and dry in there; and I've got sodas."
"What flavor?"
"Why not come inside and look for yourself." Tsume offered. "It's better than standing around in the building, watching everyone else leave."
"Yeah... I've seen those commercials. It looks like that really sucks." But something was nagging at Toboe, telling him not to get in the car.
"Besides, we won't go anywhere." Tsume assured. "It's just until your brother arrives."
"Weeellll..." Shrugging, the teen nodded. "Okay. I don't see how it could hurt."
Tsume had already pulled the door open, gesturing for him to get inside. Looking around a moment to ensure discretion, he then climbed inside himself and closed the door.
Was I serious?! Did I really get into the car with a stranger, just because we spoke one; time and I saw him on television. What a dumb kid I could be! And, I don't know, I'm still a bit naive; but I'm better at not being so sheltered in my own little world which my brother helped me create - and live in. I did it for him, Kiba; being sweet and innocent. When, in reality, if he knew how curious I was about a lot of things, and how scared I was to talk about them with him... he'd of never let it happen. He and I both need Hige, in that way; he's our don't-say-this-infront-of-the-other person.
...I gave Tsume our address! If he was a sicko, he could have come over and killed my brother in his sleep; and raped me until I fell apart. Darcia said I don't know Tsume, but I think he's jealous because he's the one who doesn't know. So maybe I was dumb about the way we met; but I wasn't wrong to consider Tsume a nice guy - even though he did behave strangely sometimes. He liked me; but didn't know how to express it, because of our age difference. Honestly, he was treating me like anyone would who was with someone they like. And I liked being treated maturely - it was a nice change. It made me feel equal; like, finally I could look my brother in the eye; and bring up certain things. But still I hesitated, because Kiba would be upset; and everyone was so afraid that Tsume was a bad guy. I can remember, too, the time I ran away from home. It was scary, like nothing I've ever been afraid of before...
"Alright! Alright! Stop banging on the damned door. I hear you..." Tsume growled. "What?!" His temper faded seeing who was standing at his door. "T- Toboe? What are yo...?"
"Can I come in?" Toboe asked, keeping his eyes to the carpet. He thought that the reason Tsume was yelling was because he knew that he was the one at the door; and he was mad at him.
"Yeah... come in." He stepped aside. Giving one quick glance in the hall; he made sure that Toboe didn't bring any followers with him. Closing it, he turned to face the poor teary-faced teen. "Toboe, what are you doing here? Who brought you?" Tsume asked, trying to clear his head.
"Nobody "brought me"; I walked - well, ran, and I sorta ran away from home." He explained; taking off his bag. He had put the umbrella inside it.
"What?" The model's heart began to pound.
"I said, I ran away; I wanna spend the night with you; and maybe a couple more days - if that's ok?" The teen repeats. "...So can I? I don't mind sleeping on the couch!" He looked over the size of it. It seemed nice enough to sleep on. "And I don't snore; you won't even know I'm hear!"
"Well, sure you can, but... Why are you running away? Did something happen at home?"
"No." He walked over to the couch and sat down. Tsume came after him. "Actually, I'm kind of mad at Kiba; and I wanted to calm down. So, I thought I'd come here." Toboe held his nose in the air to show that he was dead serious.
Tsume laughed at that. This was a side of his young lover he hadn't seen before, and it was - to say the least - too cute for words. "And what's got you so mad, if I may ask?"
Toboe thought for a moment. He needed to talk to someone about his troubles, and Tsume seemed willing to listen. "It's Kiba... He... he told me the truth about my birth-" He scrunched his lips in as though he were scolding them with a bite, then he corrected himself by saying. "burn, and Iii-I don't know. I'm just mad at him for lying to me; and not trusting me to handle it like an adult."
"Toboe you're fourteen years old." Tsume mentioned. "He's seventeen... he's your brother - Toboe, he's always gonna see you as the baby in his life. And as for lying," He shrugged. "talking about things like that are harder on the speaker than the listener."
"Gee, thanks for being such a philosopher." He crossed his arms, pouting bitterly.
Tsume knew I was fourteen; although, he never treated me that way; and whether Kiba would believe or not, Tsume did always understand him - even if it were just a little bit. ...Tsume listened to me, like Hige listens. Not like Kiba, who listens like a brother and protecter. Why won't he let me make mistakes? Honestly, I am glad that I told him about Tsume and me sleeping together; he didn't need to know, but I wanted to show him how much I trusted him to know what I'm up to, that way he knows he can be mad; or order me to behave like this and that. But he'll learn I'll be fine in the end. And that will eventually lead to his knowing he can trust me to do those sorts of things.
"I know that look. That's the same face you always make when you decide to pick on me." The young teen smiled. "It's rare, but that's what makes it so obvious." He grabbed his usual breakfast things and poured himself a bowl of cereal. Kiba's eyes were fixed on him the entire time. Looking over at his brother, he blushed asking, "What?"
"Nothing." Shrugged the older Wolf. "I'm just still getting used to the idea of you being 'grown up', I guess."
Toboe tried to keep a smile, but his eyes said otherwise. "Kiba, I'm not going off to join the Army or anything... I'm not even planning on getting a job or car - just a boyfriend." Toboe didn't take his eyes from his older brother; this time he just let the frown sit on his face. "Kiba...?" He went on when his brother looked at him, showing he was giving his full attention. "I can still see Tsume, can't I?"
"Toboe," He started to object.
"No, please, listen... I really like Tsume - I really do. He's nice and kind to me; and he buys me nice things,"
"I'd buy you nice things, too, Toboe; but you don't need them." Kiba retorted, cutting his brother off.
"I know I don't. But, that's not the point... the point is..." He frowned, sinking his shoulders with his mouth. "I forgot." Speaking again the sullen teen says. "He will never replace you, Kiba... Nobody ever could." It was said so sad, and so faint, that Kiba would have missed it had anyone been talking or the tv had been loud in the living room.
Opening his arms, he pulled his brother out of his seat and into an embrace. "I'm sorry, Toboe... I'm trying to understand, I really am. But, it's so damn hard."
The teen nearly gasped; his brother never swore, and if he did, it certainly wasn't in front of him. "Kiba... I don't want to lie to you, but I want to see Tsume..." He swallowed with hesitance. "Even if you don't want me to. But I hate lying to you, trust and honesty is what makes us such a good team. I hate having to lie, but that's what I'm gonna do, if that's my only means of seeing Tsume..."
Tsume, I hope you know the grief you cause because of us being together. But, I do it because I love you... And I love that my first time was with you - I want all of my first times to be with you.. I can still recall that night, and how you were so gentle with me - especially afterwards, when it hurt.
The Wolf teen swallowed seeing how dark it was in the model's bedroom. He felt as though he were about to be attacked by something scary lurking in the shadows. Taking a step back, he felt Tsume's hands come down on his shoulders. "The bed's right in front of you." He whispered in such a way chills went up Toboe's spine.
"Haha, right." Walking forward, he banged his knees gently into the bed before crawling across it. Toboe sat with his knees bent under him, hands folded over each other resting on his lap. He was nervous. Tsume knew what he was doing. He didn't.
Tsume tapped the base of the lamp on his night stand, and a dim light powered on. He grabbed a bottle of lube that became visible in the light. "I hope you don't mind the light; I thought it would be a better experience for the both of us, if we could see each other."
Toboe's eyes gazed at the light like a moth to a flame; he nodded mechanically. He was glad for the light. But, now he was even more nervous as he could see a look on the man's face he had never seen before. Sort of like hunger or animosity.
"Toboe?" Tsume climbed onto the bed, moving over to his young lover. His hands came around Wolf's waist, and he pulled his legs from under him so they lay flat, spread out across the bed, surrounding Tsume between them.
"Huh?" He blinked, it seemed as though he hadn't heard what Tsume had said.
"I want you to make sure that this is what you want, before we get started." His hungry look turned into one of concern, question, and maybe a little plead.
"Mm - yeah... yeah, I'm sure." He stammered uncomfortably.
Tsume smirked, leaning forward placing a kiss to the teen's lips. "Don't be nervous. I promise I would never hurt you."
Toboe smiled; he was trying his hardest to steady his breathing. He really liked it when Tsume kissed him. "I know, but, I'm just a little nervous that I won't do this right."
"Ha, don't worry about it." He began to unbutton Toboe's shirt. "Just hang on to me, and I'll show you how." Pushing the shirt down from his shoulders - careful of the shoulder with the burn on it incase the skin was sensitive - it was tossed to the floor once the shirt had slipped down completely from his body. "Just relax." Teased the model, patting the tense bare shoulder.
Toboe chuckled lightly. "I'm trying to; just give me a minute." He wrapped his arms around Tsume's neck, planting a kiss on the model's cheek then lips. Tsume responded by licking the Wolf teen's lips; as he pulled back from the kiss, he moved up a bit kissing him again as though it were a game to see who would give the last kiss.
It went on like that for a moment; until Toboe felt the button of his pants being undone. "Tsume wha..?" He questioned the man's actions quickly.
"Ssshhh." The model gave Toboe another reassuring kiss; his hands pulled the zipper down moving the pants open once it was done. "Trust me. You'll love it."
It really sank in why Kiba would sneak off to Hige's house so much. Our fight... I thought was gonna be a nasty one, but, in the end... my heart won over my head; and I couldn't tell you to leave me, just like back in Italy. But, here now, in my bedroom... I can finally put what I need to say into words for you; and Tsume, I want you to understand me, when I tell you that I love you. I need you. And I want you in my life; but we can no longer be together. I'm sorry.
I wrote: Your dear friend, Toboe, on that letter of our life, with a little more here and there written so you could laugh like I laughed recalling it. And cry, like I cried when recalling it. I want us to never stop sharing things as friends. But, we can't be a couple. It just wouldn't work out.
5 years later.
Tsume and Toboe whipped out the old letter one day and had a laugh about it; Tsume called him a hopeless brat. Even in memories - and Toboe would sock him one; telling him to back off. The Wolf, now a young man, still kept in touch with all his old friends. Cheza and Mrs. Cher; who'd gotten remarried. To her ex, Hubb. The Wolf brothers don't know what happened between their former guardians, while Toboe was at college; but it seemed to work, because they've never been better.
Like his dream back then; when he'd moved out, Hige moved in. And those two are thick as thieves when it comes to phone calls; always snickering about something that the younger Wolf don't get. Toboe goes home as often as possible to visit my brother, and best friend. However, this summer, he decided to visit someone else; and by plane flew all the way - actually, he drove over to the old penthouse, where his boyfriend Tsume lives once again. He planned on spending the summer with him in New York city. He's never been to America before; he's really excited! Plus, Kiba is happy for him; so I can take this trip guilt free.
He knows that Tsume and his brother got back together over spring break. He caught them kissing in the younger Wolf's old bedroom, at a barbecue he threw for his brother and Cheza, the high school graduates; he only rolled his eyes, and said the food was done. Toboe thinks that Tsume and he will really go somewhere with each other. That they could stand behind Hige and his brother, if the pair ever got married.
That's what he thinks... But for now, he's happy winging-it in life; putting the past behind them all, looking forward to the future - although, sometimes.. he gets this itchy feeling that he's being watched... Naah.
The End.
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