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The Love That He Wants	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Seriously? None of you have seen my hoodie?" Toboe asked. "White.. Nintendo logo across the chest, and a Mario on the pocket? I wore it seven times until it went missing two days ago."
He looked each dormmate in the eyes and was met with genuine confusion. Toboe Wolf was at wits' end with the serial thief in the shared dorms. This was the fourth item of his - - and only his - -to go missing! It needs to stop and the perpetrator needs to come clean. So, after a thorough sweep of the home and having turned up nothing from within the places that weren't a privacy violation, he called them all to the kitchen to ask for the items back. No penalties. No anger. Just, give them back and they're squared. But, it's been ten minutes and no one knows a thing.
"Am I being hazed? Do college people still do that?" He looked them over. "Please.. ok... I don't know what you've got against me, but we can drop it. Clear the air, and just coexist. But, I need my things returned - - undamaged, if that's possible."
Omi spoke first. "Toboe, I don't have your stuff bro. I empathize with your being annoyed, but really, I'm innocent." He shrugged out a hand. "I'm only on the second floor long enough to use the bathroom, I get ready for classes in my room."
"Can I go? I have work, and I didn't take your stuff," Lou reported. "You're welcome to do a thorough search through my room, I don't care, but I did not take your stuff." He got up from the table and headed out of the kitchen.
"I'm with him. Search my things; I mean, I'm gonna be standing over you whilst you do it, but I know you won't find anything because I don't have any of your things. I ask for what I borrow. I'm not a child."
Gasper shrugged out his hands. "We share a room. You pretty much see everything I have, whether you want to or not."
Toboe waved him off; Gasper was there just to avoid his being accused of favoritism or something. Besides, he already did a thorough search of their room, on assumption that it was misplaced. Gasper Lee is clean. Well, save aside candy wrappers under the mattress. He tossed them upon discovery to prevent an ant outbreak.
"Come on. I have a half hour before my class, let's go fishing." Lou got up from the table. "What am I looking for?"
Toboe listed the missing items of: a logo hoodie, his sullied boxers, the phone charm Cheza gave him from the amusement park a year ago, and most importantly, his autographed photo of Tsume. The one he gave to him back when they first began to feel each other out. Why would anyone take that? It was beyond angering. What if they tore it up? He followed the his housemate to his room. They searched for ten minutes before he exited so Lou could get ready for class.
He crossed the hall to Omi's room and did a thorough sweep. The only thing he found in there was the guy's sexual preference. That was a lot of bawdy DVDs. He drooped onto his bed. A sigh expelled from his mouth. 'Oh.' He felt a twinge knot his stomach. 'What if it wasn't the reporter for Celebrity Wi-fi but an actual stalker? That would explain my missing stuff.' He wondered how it was, though, that the person was getting in when one needs a key? His gaze fell upon the window. 'I'm on the second floor, don't be goofy. No one would risk breaking their neck to get to me.'
Somehow he doesn't quite believe that. Stalkers are like super villains, they do what they want to get what they want. Nothing can stop them but a hero. He's kind of inept at how to alert someone like that. Cops rarely do anything, unless the person is identifiable. And even then they have to touch you or break into your personal space. Leering at people, unfortunately, isn't a crime. Thievery can only be proven if the item is DNA recognizable. A shirt, charm, and boxers ain't that. And the photo of Tsume...
"Shit." He swore. Like his brother, he rarely ever swears. This was not good. He was in that photo with Tsume. A very young photo of himself. This is really not good.
He bolted from his room and down into the kitchen...
Gasper walked into the kitchen to a grotesque scene. Toboe was elbows deep in the garbage. "What are you doing?" He walked up beside him; the smell had him pinching his nose.
"I lost something super important to me," he sniffled. "I need to get it back, or I'm gonna be in a lot of trouble."
Seeing how serious Toboe was taking it that he would be in tears, Gasper knelt down and started to help. "What are we looking for?"
"A photo."
"A photo. Ok. Dude, don't cry about it," he commented. "And, if it was thrown away, it's ruined to use how you think it could be."
"There could be copies. They could have tossed it just to let me know they had it." He then turned a glare on his roommate. "And I'm NOT crying, I'm just this worked-up!" To him, there was a difference. 'If someone has that picture... It'll ruin Tsume! It'll have him arrested.. Why did I have to bring that here with me? I should have kept it at home, or even given it to Tsume.' He sniffled. Opening a bunched up wad of paper he tossed it back into the trash bag it came from, then sought out another.
This was the grossest scavanger hunt he's ever been in. So many messy dinners and breakfasts, old tomatoes turned good and white with mold. All this yuck caked onto assignments and notes. Who knows how long ago it went missing. He thought it was misplaced, but when his hoodie went missing, how could he not lump them into the same circle of the singled-out theft spree?
"Nothing." Gasper said after seven minutes. "Who knows when or if it was thrown out." He shook the muck from his hands then stood to get a mop. There is slop and grease all over the floor now, the trash is back inside the bag. "Who's it a photo of?"
"It's me."
Gasper furrowed his brows not sure why a photo of Toboe was so important to him. Just take a selfie and be done with it. This he told to Toboe.
"It could get someone important to me into trouble." He vaguely explained. "A lot of trouble."
"So.. who, if not you?"
"Look, I just need to get that photo." He stood up and stretched his spine, he's been hunched for ages. The mop was swiped from his roommate, and Toboe used the squeegee liquid before using the mop to clean the floor.
"I'll do that."
"No! Just go back to doing whatever you were doing."
Gasper watched for a moment, then went over to the sink to wash his hands.
"Thanks for helping me," he said softly. "Not many guys would help root through trash. You're a good friend, and I've been a jerk sometimes." The mop stilled and Toboe looked at Gasper. "I'll try to stop being so self-centered."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm tough, I can take a little friendly knocking around." He smiled. "And if you really wanna make it up to me for playing garbage man with you, you can treat me to a meal or the amusement park."
"Ok. But just one time - - and if it's a meal, whatever you eat counts. Ok?"
"Ok."
Mess cleaned, Toboe scrubbed the germs and muck from his arms and hands. He went back through the bedrooms of the other dormmates in search of the missing photo in their trash vans, but he came up empty handed. Berating himself for another ten minutes, Toboe grabbed his cellphone and called his boyfriend. He waited out the rings but the silky voice that met his ears was a recording from the voicemail. Tsume must be working. He left a message that he would see him, or that Tsume should call him if he's not ever there by 8 o'clock.
...
Toboe watched with muted interest as Gasper and his dancer friends performed at the park for passersby. It was a small degree but, aided in distracting him from his troubles. Class certainly hadn't helped, what with the girls and a few boys talking about Modern June and the couple Stone and Makoto. Four episodes in, and the couple has begun to get attached to each other at lips. It's got viewers squealing with delight, and going on about the pair secretly dating in real life. Then they remember the news about Tsume being with him, and the questions started. So today was just a reminder of how much damage the photo would do to Tsume's career, and personal freedom. He doesn't know the extent of Freeze City laws in regards to the statute of limitations involving relationships with minors, but he can guess that regardless any jail time being null, the taint on Tsume Keina will be set in stone.
Everyone has accepted that a local nobody is dating a top celebrity, but they wouldn't understand the truth about them. How could they?! Fans constantly ask him if he and Tsume are having sex. He tells them "No", just as he'd told the journalist. They don't believe him. They believe everything he'd admitted in the interview, including the lie of how he and his boyfriend met. Now Tsume can't even jog in the park anymore due to several fans stalking the location at various times of the day until they finally hit success. Since then his peaceful little runs have been swarmed by onlookers taking photos, cheering for him, or running along with him. Someone even asked him if they could buy him something from the convenience store when he'd stopped for a breather.
Toboe now has two counts of guilt. Only this new one is far more damaging than having his boyfriend change locations for fitness.
When the music stopped, his body went into autopilot and he cheered and clapped along with other viewers. Some of them dropped money into the hat beside the speaker, which the crew divided up amongst each other. They thanked the crowd then dispersed. Gasper waved his bills and coins at Toboe, a big grin on his face.
"Fun money." He explained.
"I thought I was treating you?" Replied the glum young man.
"You are. I meant just for me."
"Oh." He stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Wanna cash in on that activity or meal now? I don't have class until later."
"Can't, I have a class in ten minutes."
Toboe reached into his pocket when he felt his phone buzz from a notification. It was from Tsume. It simply said: Ok. Poor little innocent. Thought Toboe, his phone went back into his pocket. "See you later then." He said to his roommate and friend.
Gasper gave Toboe's shoulder a squeeze. "It's gonna be ok. All right?"
"Yeah." He doesn't believe that, but, whatever.
Toboe drowned his sorrows in a slush from the convenience store across the street. It was a good thing that he'd decided to do so, because he met up with Cheza there. His best friend was on break from her part-time at the local donut shop. It's a simple and rewarding job of putting donuts in a box. Not a bad way to earn a momenrary living, if you asked her.
The pair are outside standing around by an out-of-business store for privacy and foot traffic avoidance. He told Cheza about what's been going on in the dorm, and about the trouble he could get Tsume in. And it was such a relief to not have to be vague or lie. He really isn't the best at it as far as making things up on the fly. He can stick with it, but not create it.
Cheza sipped her drink thoughtfully. That was a problem. A big one. Her mother often mumbled about it in disbelief in the earlier years. She still has a sour taste in her mouth about Tsume, her father does too. Tsume Keina is good to her friend, and that's all she needs to know to give him a kindness in their interactions, few as they are.
"Perhaps it's best to tell others what is easy to understand as a lie."
"Maybe." He bit his straw thoughtfully. "But what will they believe? Evidence that damning is hard to lie away."
"Tsume is dating his co-star, this is what people believe." She replied. "It is not true, even with photos that look as if it is."
Toboe brightened. "You're right! Tsume explained those photos to me, they were just hanging out." He chuckled. "Not that I believed that nonsense."
Cheza offered her friend an expression of an eyeroll rather than rolling them. Toboe brought the photos up at all, that kinda says he believed it to some degree.
Toboe hugged her with one arm. "Thanks Cheza."
"You are welcome." She checked her watch. Cheza stuffed the remainder of her dumpling into her mouth and chewed.
"Bye." He snickered when she showed him her wrist, telling silently that she had to get back to work.
He checked his phone. Nothing more from Tsume. If his stalker has the photo they're not doing anything with it, because the news is same as always; the most going on in the celebrity world is a boom in random marriages and pregnancies. He's glad he's not a girl. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he decided that, since he has time, he'd head over to the apartment. Maybe being in the secured environment will calm his nerves.
He could smell bacon cooking, it was accompanied by the telling sizzle or pork slices in a pan. His gaze travelled to the clock on the wall. Good. He didn't miss his class. Toboe had slept for roughly twenty minutes. Not quite ready to move, he watched Tsume's comfortable movement around the kitchen and stove.
'Good thing he lives so comfortably, after what I've done, he'll be seeing a lot of home-time." A deep frown curved his lips. Propping himself up on his forearm, he called out to him. "Tsume,"
Tsume looked over his shoulder, a faint smile ghosted his lips. "I was beginning to think that you'd only wanted to see me rather than talk." He said blandly. The stove was turned off, and whatever he'd been preparing was plated. "Hungry?"
"Not yet." He got up from the couch and joined his boyfriend at the island.
He looked over the bacon wrapped sausages, 4 so he must have made 2 for each of them, and a plate of seasoned rice. Not fried rice, just seasoned. If his stomach wasn't in knots he'd be chowing-down too.
"Tsume," he slid onto the stool beside him. "Do you love me?"
"No matter what."
He felt his heart swell but not from the good feeling that that response gave, but rather the impending putting it to the test. "Even if I ruined your career?"
"I can do other things." He continued with his meal.
"Even if.. my stupidity could get you arrested, or labelled?"
Setting aside his fork, he looked Toboe straight on. "This sounds serious rather than hypothetical. What happened?"
He closed his eyes, cuddling the hand caressing his cheek. "It turns out that the reporter wasn't my stalker, I may have a real one." He explained carefully. "So far I'm missing my boxers from before, a hoodie that I love, a phone charm that Cheza gave me, and... An autographed photo that you gave me."
Tsume cocked a brow. He doesn't recall giving Toboe any such thing, not recently, not even as a joke. Then it registered. "Oh."
"Yeah." He teared up. Surely now Tsume was going to dump him; ream him for being so dumb. "I'll understand if you hate me; I'll return your key." He made a sound of surprised when he was abruptly yanked into an embrace. "The only person I hate is whomever is making you feel this way. And my response to it would be to rip their eyes out for ever noticing you." He kissed his neck then cheek before backing away to look him in the eyes. "This isn't a big deal. Don't worry about me."
"But, you could get looked into and have to register as a sex offender."
Tsume gave a well placed scoff in response. "I won't actually. The consenting law, as you know, is 14."
Toboe actually didn't know that. Kiba kept him in the dark about a lot of things growing up. Made it easier on himself to raise him without incident. From how many years apart? He wondered.
He could tell his little lover-boy was not convinced. He got up from the stool to grab his phone. "Toboe, my agency takes care of bad publicity. Plus," he tapped at his phone screen. "Any photograph of me can be brushed aside as just another photoshopping from an anti-fan."
Toboe looked at the screen. Holy shit, he thought, that is a lot of Tsume. He stared at the nudes of his boyfriend, sensual expressions matched with far too lewd positions. When did Tsume do this? 'No, dummy, he didn't. They're photoshopped.' Damn good ones at that. They even have his scar!
"Mine, other celebrities... this person doesn't stop because they know it's hard to track them." Tsume closed the screen. "So an innocent photo of me touching a fourteen-year-old's thigh is nothing but another fake." He smiled when Toboe sagged back down to his seat. "Better?"
"Much." His smile was short-lived as he frowned once again. "I'm still upset though, that picture meant a lot to me."
Tsume brushed his thumb across Toboe's cheek. "I'll autograph mine, you can have it."
Toboe smiled. Everything was all wrapped up nicely. Except... "Ya know.. Your being so calm about everything is pretty hot."
"Really? And do we have time to put out the fire?"
"I can be late." He got up from his seat, taking Tsume by the wrist to bring him along with him to the couch.
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