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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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'I must have been out of my damn mind - - let Tsume say goodbye! I knew damn well he wouldn't do it with supervision. I just fucked myself, and didn't even know it. And now... that asshole is probably over there picking my little brother up for another roll in the sack.' Kiba balled up his hand slamming it onto the dashboard of the car; a feral growl escaped his throat. "I'm so stupid!"
"Kiba? What the hell?" Asked Hige looking over at his boyfriend.
"I'm just thinking about how badly I keep messing up," the Wolf teen explained. "I can never do anything right. And when I think that I've made the right decisions.. they get thrown right back into my fucking face!" He clenched his jaw as though he were ready to break his own teeth by cracking them.
"Uhh, you lost me again." Hige tried keeping his eyes on the road, which still have a little ice and snow down at the sides, but he continued throwing glances at Kiba anyway. "Mind taking it back to the start?"
"Yesterday, after I came from Tsume's penthouse..." He let out a sigh. "I sort of told him that he could say goodbye to Toboe..."
"You're letting that guy say goodbye?!" Hige couldn't believe his ears. He thought for sure that Kiba would sooner lose an eyeball before he let Tsume see Toboe - - even in thought. "Oh man, Kib', you must have been hit on the head too hard during that fight. Do you hear yourself?!"
"I know... but at the time part of me kinda felt a little... bad for him," Kiba explained. He gazed at his feet, hands in his pockets, fingering his wallet. The two of them were driving to a seafood place to buy dinner for his little brother.
"Bad?! You felt bad! Kiba, you're really scaring me here, buddy... Why would you feel bad for a guy like Tsume? He's a sick jerk - - like you'd said."
"I know what I said! I still stand by that..." Kiba snapped through a hiss. "...It's just that... something he said hit a nerve and..." He changed his wording. "Besides, he said that he was leaving - which means he'll be nowhere near my brother. The least I can do is let him say goodbye - - for Toboe's sake."
Hige nodded. The car pulled into the parking lot of the seafood place and the two got out, still at odds. "I guess I can understand that. Toboe is sensitive sometimes, and he'd probably really freak out if the guy just up and left on him."
"Exactly." Kiba slammed the car door. "And anyway, now that he'll be out of the picture, I can get my little brother back."
"Right. The runt'll forget that guy in no time - - kids usually do."
'Yeah, and this whole bad experience will be just another nasty memory to forget.' Kiba thought.
At the Wolf house.
Toboe was beside himself with things to do. A tiny smile appeared on his mouth as he ran over to the couch and bounced up and down on it with his butt. "Hahaha!" He laughed joyously. He couldn't believe that Kiba really trusted him! 'Sure, I can't cook anything but so what... I'm alone with a house full of snacks until dinner.' Toboe practically hugged himself as he hopped into the kitchen to the snack cabinet.
Outside. Tsume stood before the front door of the Wolf house. He had been rethinking his decision since after school - - seeing, through a window, how happy Toboe was. He didn't want to ruin that. 'Rrrr.. shit! What am I thinking... He's got his whole life ahead of him... a life that he was probably starting to see with me.' He sighed. 'It's my fault, the whole damn thing is my fault. And he's gonna hate me for it... Kiba was right. I should never have started this. ...It should never have been this way...'
The model turned on his heels to leave but his feet refused to go any farther. 'I'm such an idiot, and now because of my own stupid mistakes I have to give up the one person who may be the love of my life.' He closed his eyes, turned back around, and knocked quietly on the door.
Toboe froze with his hand just pulling open the cabinet; his head turned toward the front door. 'Mrs. Cher wouldn't be here that soon, and she wouldn't knock... Maybe, Kiba forgot something?' Lowering his hand from the cabinet, Toboe slowly made his way into the hall, standing before the front door. "Hah!" He jumped when there was another sound at the door. "Wh-who's there?" He asked with a shaking voice.
"I-It's me. Tsume."
The voice was a little muffled by the door, so Toboe wasn't exactly sure if the guy on the other side had told the truth or not. "Hang on." Walking back into the kitchen, Toboe peeked between the blinds; confirming that it was true, he smiled walking back into the hall. "Tsume!" He pulled open the front door.
Tsume took one look at his little lover then, pulling him into his arms, he pressed the teen's back against the wall, planting gentle kisses on his lips. Their kiss was passionate, both of them feeling the warmth from the night before creeping back up on them as their tongues remembered the inside of the other's mouth.
"I love you." Tsume whispered against Toboe's lips.
"I love you, too, Tsume, but... what are you doing here - - and what happened to your face?!" Asked the suddenly observant in disbelief, looking at the cuts and bruises on the beautiful man's face.
Tsume kissed Toboe softly on his cheek, giving an Eskimo kiss to the teen's nose. With their foreheads now pressed together, Tsume looked down at his boots while speaking. "I um... got into a little fight with your brother earlier. And I came to talk to you, about something..." The model then looked up into his lover's eyes.
Toboe thought that to be odd; he wondered how Kiba had gotten those bruises, but just figured it was from gym class or something. But he didn't read too much into it because Tsume is at his house! "Alright. Come in, come in." He couldn't hide his excitement. The teen honestly thought that he wouldn't see the model today, even though Tsume had told him that he would. He grabbed his boyfriend's arm and tugged him farther inside the house, closing the door behind him.
The model looked around the entry hall with a faint frown. He had seen the house so many times in the dark, but in the daylight, he could really see the warmth and love that existed in the home. It made him feel even more ashamed. "Toboe, I have to..."
"Do you wanna look around? I can give you a tour." Toboe, obviously too excited to wanna hear a word the glum visitor had to say, continued playing tour guide.
"Yeah, I'd like that." His face may have smiled, but his voice remained flat.
"Cool. We'll start with the kitchen." He turned the corner beside them into the kitchen. "This is where the table is, the snacks are here... These cereals are mine." He pointed a finger. "Kiba has the flakes and stuff, I don't like those."
'How am I gonna tell him? How do I start to say it that I'm the one who should be hated; I'm the one who should be ignored... God, why did any of this have to happen?'
Toboe was leading him out of the kitchen into the living room. "Here's the living room, we only got half the Christmas decorations up." He trotted over to the couch. "The couch is cozy." Flopping down on it; Toboe beamed a grin at Tsume while saying "Wanna sit?" and pats the seat beside himself.
"Uhh, I can't really stay long; how 'bout we finish the tour, then we can visit with each other a little better." Tsume's voice was sad, as though every word from his mouth were killing him to say. Even the smallest things.
"Okay... Tsume?" He hesitated before asking. "Are you all right?"
The older man shrugged. "Yeah," he lied. "I'm fine."
"Well, come on then, I'll show you upstairs." His enthusiasm returning. "My room's really cool, maybe not as cool as yours or Kiba's, but I bet you'll like it." Taking the model's hand again, he led the model up the stairs and down the hall.
Tsume was taken around the familiar little house that he had visited late at night, usually during the times that Kiba was at work, and that blonde woman was babysitting. He could walk the place by heart with his eyes closed. Though he had never meant to enter their home without permission, but in those darker days in his mind, he had to know what it was like on the inside.
"That's Kiba's room - - just glance, though, I don't think Kiba would really like you in his room. There's the bathroom, and last but not least," he pushed the door away. "My room." A grin spread across his face as he looked at Tsume for his reaction.
"It's great," Tsume mentioned, blankly.
"Thanks!" He chuckled, obviously missing the distance in his lover's voice. "Kiba let me decorate it myself. All the posters are mine, the bed was always like this but I don't mind it." Walking to one side of his room, he pulled a piece of scotch tape from the wall lowering the signed picture he had of the two of them. "See, I hung the picture."
"It's great," Tsume said, just as flat as before.
Toboe cocked his head. Something was obviously wrong with the man, and he wanted answers. "Tsume, come sit with me... please." He climbed onto his bed, stretching his legs straight out.
Tsume reluctantly joined his young lover on the bed, extending one leg while bending the other. The young teen reached sideways wrapping his arms around the model's neck, then he began to plant kisses along his jaw. Tsume held him close, but didn't kiss back, even when their lips had briefly met in passing. He couldn't do it anymore - - he couldn't give him hope for a future.
"I'm really glad you're here." Another kiss. "I kept thinking about the other night when you and Iiiii..." He trailed off, hoping that Tsume would finish the rest. When the model didn't, he shrugged it off trying to regain the older man's attention by kissing him. "I really liked it, Tsume. I hope that we can do it again someday."
"Toboe, we need to talk." Tsume interrupted.
The young teen wanted to ignore it. Whenever someone needed to talk, it was never good. "Okay, so talk." He climbed into the model's lap, keeping his arms around him as though he never intended to let him go.
Tsume nuzzled his face into Toboe's thick, soft hair; hands caressing down his back, though not in any sort of arousing kind of way. "I really don't know how to tell you this... and it kills me inside to even think about it."
Toboe could feel the tension inside of Tsume's chest, his heart seemed to be beating at a quick rate. "Think about what, Tsume... please tell me?"
"I love you." Tsume was stalling.
"I love you, too, but... That isn't what you wanted to say, is it?"
Tsume shook his head, glad that the young boy couldn't see his face when he felt tears welling up in his eyes. "And you know that I would never hurt you in any way."
"Yeah." He leaned up to look into Tsume's eyes. "But what are you trying to say?"
Tsume took a deep breath, picking Toboe up he set him onto the bed beside him so that he wasn't sitting on his lap anymore. "I'm gonna tell you a story and... I hope you know that, whatever happens afterward, I'll understand."
Toboe just nodded, waiting to hear what Tsume had to say. Especially if it made his love this upset. Anytime Toboe saw Tsume he seemed to be happy, but now...
"Toboe, I'm not who you think I am." The model stated.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Playing naive. Toboe was too afraid to think that Tsume really was one of those people who killed you, or hurt you - all those things that Kiba had said. He knew that he wouldn't be strong enough to fight him off.
"I've been lying to you from the start - - but I've stopped, everything that I felt..." He shook his head correcting himself. "Everything I feel for you is the truth. I love you."
Toboe's eyes welled up, turning his head up so that he could see Tsume's face. "I love you, too, but Tsume.." he felt his was going to repeat that sentence a lot in the coming minutes. "Please... just tell me."
"When I first met you, it was at school... I lied, and told you that I was waiting for someone.. but in actuality, I just wanted to see you."
"So what, I don't care about that."
Tsume hushed him, smoothing the teen's hair down. "It was exactly half a year ago before summer vacation that I first saw you. I've been watching you since... School ended, and..." He continued to pause because it felt as though his voice would just leave him and he'd begin to cry. He didn't want to lie to Toboe anymore, but telling the truth was hard because there was a great deal of shame and embarrassment. "And I didn't know where you had gone; figuring school had ended, I stopped going to the building and gave up on you."
Toboe couldn't help his sniffles, the snot was beginning to come out of his nose. Tsume reached into his pocket, pulling out a tissue for him. "Thank you." He muttered sadly.
"About a week after that, I went to the mall and I saw you again. You and your brother were trying on sunglasses. I wanted to get closer to you, for a better look... I thought I had died the first time I heard you talk. I didn't know how much you meant to me at the time, I thought you were... were just... a toy." His tears streamed down his face, dropping into Toboe's hair, sliding gracefully down the sobbing teen's silky hair.
"Tsume... what does any of this mean?" He asked through tears.
"I'm sick, Toboe. I'm a pervert! Don't you understand that!?" He nearly shouted. Making Toboe cry a little harder. Tsume gave his lover a little squeeze, hushing him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you."
He continued to let his tears fall into the tissue that was held up at his nose. "I don't want to hear any more."
"I'm sorry, but you have to... I have to get it off my chest." He closed his eyes. "I followed you and your brother home - or at least to what I'd thought was your home, but it was actually Hige's house."
"Dooon't." The young teen pleaded.
"Ssshhh... Eventually, I started to fantasize about you, in my home, during at work - everywhere." He licked his lips. "It became so real that I thought you were really mine, but you weren't. I thought up a plan so that you and I could be alone together."
"That's when you took me to your house?"
Tsume nodded. "Yeah, I lied about the time it was, and got your brother in trouble so that he had to stay after... I'm an asshole, I know."
"No, your not." Toboe covered Tsume's mouth, having his hand removed.
"I am... I dreamt of having sex with you, dating you. I was thrilled when you became mine."
"Yes, I'm yours and you're mine - we're together now..." He held Tsume's face. "So what's the problem - that you're sick? I don't really care about that, okay. So, stop it."
"I'm glad that you still feel that way... because what I say next is the reason why you and I can no longer be together..." Tsume opened his eyes, looking right into the worried orbs staring back at him. He took in a breath before speaking, and he said with so much sorrow in his voice it would have broken down a statue and made it cry. "I'm…." He swallowed hard. "I'm the one who started that fire in your parent's cabin."
Toboe was silent for a long time. It was almost as though his voice had just been snatched right out of his throat. 'N-nooo... He didn't say that...' The young teen couldn't believe it. 'It just couldn't be true. He just couldn't have said that...' He blinked several times, still nothing came out of his mouth.
Tsume was beginning to think that Toboe hadn't heard what he had said. Opening his mouth, he began to speak again. "Toboe... Did you hear what I'd said?"
"I did, I just... don't believe it..."
Tsume swallowed, pulling Toboe closer - if that were possible - and he began to rock him back and forth. "I'm sorry, love... but it's true."
"But how? It doesn't make any sense. Kiba said that he'd started that fire." He shook his head, the tears falling every which way he did. "How could you have even been there?"
"Eleven years ago, I was fourteen years old... I had just started out modeling for teen magazines; my agent told me that I was a natural."
~ "Tsume, you're an adorable kid. I really think that you could make it far in this business." His agent said to him.
"What business?" Asked young Tsume, bright eyes looking up at the man.
"Modeling, son. Stick with me, and I can see to it that you have more money and fame than you know what to do with."
Tsume seemed to be considering that. Money and fame? He pondered. "But my parents get my money every time I get paid. They need it."
"Sure they do, but you could have so much money that even with their gree- uh," the man corrects himself. "need, you can still have a pretty penny in your pocket, as well."
Tsume thought it over, his mind jumping to a pinball machine that he had seen in a store once. A smile appeared on his face thinking about finally being able to own one. "Okay, so what do I have to do?" He wondered, ready to sign or do an AD for whatever would get him to where he needed to be.
"Let's go to your house, we'll go over the paperwork." ~
"I had no idea what was going on in my life. I was young." He shrugged. "My agent told me I could be big - would be big. But I wasn't. Not in my eyes..." The model narrowed his eyes, remembering the next week after that. All of the bad memories, one after the other.
~ "Tsume... son, I have some bad news." His father, Adei Keina, bent down to his level placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "It's about your mother."
"Mom? What's happened to her? Is she sick again?" Tsume asked.
"I'm afraid so, son. And with my money.. I can't entirely afford to pay for all the medical bills, but since your fine agent got you a new contract, and you're making so much more money than me..."
"How much do you need?" He asked right away. Tsume didn't know that his mother was sick again, of course, he hadn't really seen her looking anything less than healthy his whole life. But how would he know between school and work getting in the way?
"Son, I'm glad you asked me that." His father stood up. "I'll show you how to use a money transfer, come on." ~
"I had no idea that my fucking parents were screwing me over. My mother was never sick a day in her life, except maybe once when I was five, but it was nothing more than a common cold."
"So they lied to you?" Toboe asked, though his mind was still wondering how any of this would make the end result.
"They lied so that they could get my money. Yeah..." Tsume tried to calm his tone back to a neutral one so that he wouldn't further upset the attentive listener. "I slowly began to realize what my parents were doing - - especially after I'd overheard my father on the phone, talking to my mother about some place they wanted to get in Okinawa. Those damned bastards were using my money to buy a house, which they probably never would have told me about had I not brought it up."
~ "I'm telling you Biora, you were a genius to get Tsume into modeling. I've never seen this much money before; and the poor kid doesn't know what hit him. Pretty soon we'll be out of here, and he won't ever have to know a thing about it." He slightly laughed.
His mother spoke, while his father quietly listened. Tsume tried to hear what she was saying, but could only made out some of the words. "I'm not... Tell him... He may just... No more money..."
"I doubt it, he loves us too much to think that, he'll understand," Adei replied. "Once he's gone we'll be happy again, just you and I in Okinawa."
"Okina...?" Tsume scrunched his eyes. ~
"It was after that that I stopped giving my parents money. I didn't listen to a word they'd said, and I rebelled against them. I started drinking and smoking, and slept at hotels as much as I could." He started to rub the young teen's back. "I couldn't do that anymore, because my parents would find and bring me back home - or call the police and tell them to be on the look out for me."
"That must have been awful."
"It was..." The model rests his chin atop the teen's head. "It was then that I decided to do my drinking and what not in the forest; nobody would think that I'd go there. It was the perfect place to go."
"And that's when you found the cabin?"
"Yeah." Replied the model. "The first time I went there it was through the window. It was always quiet and dark when I went so I figured it was abandoned. I had such a nice time that first day that I'd kept going back. It was like my own private house where no one could disturb me - ever."
~ "How could anyone just abandon such a nice place?" He asked himself. Walking around the little cabin; he'd decided to smoke in the master bedroom, it was the most comfortable. ~
"I had gone to the cabin time after time, so much so that I had left the front door unlocked once in a while. It was about a month after that when I'd heard a car pulling up outside. The first thing I heard was a little boy talking. Thinking about it now, it must have been Kiba."
~ Kiba hurried up the wooden staircase, he loved being in the cabin. "Hmm hmm hmmm, mmm hmmm hmm." He hummed merrily.
"Ssshh, sshhh. Toboe's asleep." His mother reminded him.
"Toboe's always asleep," Kiba said playfully in a hushed tone.
His mother put the boy down on the big soft bed, tucking the blanket under his body. She turned then to her oldest son. "Do you have your pajamas?" She asked.
"I put them on the top like you said." He dug through his suitcase. Dropping his pants, he slipped into his cotton pajamas, removing the shirt next.
Kiba's mother went through his things to find the boy's toothbrush. "Here you go, and make sure you do the back ones this time. I'm on to you Kiba."
"Yes, mamma." He walked out of the room and into the bathroom. ~
"I heard your family talking; I was stuck. Peeking out into the hallway I saw Kiba heading towards the bathroom. I wasn't sure if I could go downstairs or not, so I snuck into your bedroom and out the window. It was a little tough to climb out because I was still holding a six pack in my hand." He slightly laughed at the thought, wishing he could have fallen back then and maybe hurt his leg so that he wouldn't have gone back for anything.
~ "Shit!" Tsume looked back up at the house. "I forgot my lighter." The kitchen light came on causing the boy to run behind a tree. He couldn't let the family spot him, or they'd discover that he had been in what was apparently their cabin. I have to get my lighter back... maybe when they go to sleep... ~
"I couldn't have asked for a better opportunity than to see your parents leaving for some reason. Except they'd locked the doors."
Toboe began to cry again. He didn't want to hear this. He didn't want to believe that Tsume, the man he loved, was the one responsible for ruining his and his brother's lives. "Tsume, please stop..." He whispered. Tears still streaming, steadily down his cheeks and nose.
The model wanted to stop but he couldn't. He couldn't feel that guilt in his chest anymore. He couldn't! "I waited until I saw the bedroom light go off before I snuck back over to the gutter pipe - beer still in hand, and climbed the thing."
~ Nimbly climbing up the long metal pole, Tsume forgot that he had the six pack tangled between his fingers, and just as he got up to the window one of the cans of beer decided to dislodge itself from the set and go plummeting down onto a set of trash cans. ~
Toboe's eyes widened, remembering what his brother had said about hearing a Raccoon knocking over the trash cans outside.
"I quickly climbed into the house; when I saw that your brother was moving I hid in the closet. All I wanted was my lighter back, honest. I didn't want anything bad to happen."
More of what Kiba had told him, flooded Toboe's mind. It was all coming into place now. He couldn't believe that it truly was Tsume's fault.
"The lighter was yours...?" Toboe mumbled, numbly.
"Yes," Tsume cried quietly; though, Toboe could still hear the pain in his voice.
~ Young Kiba hurried back to his and his brother's bedroom. Kneeling down in front of the fireplace, with shaking fingers he sparked a flame to the lighter. "There, Toboe, you warm up now. I don't know if I'm supposed to light this without Mom or Dad here." ~
"I heard your brother talking to you. I guess you were cold because the room suddenly began to get warm. I felt it even from the closet." Tsume spoke again. "Realizing that your brother had climbed back into bed, I walked out into the room noticing that he had started a fire in the fireplace."
~ 'It's not that cold.' Thought the model.
Kiba had been gone for so long, the young model had opened a can of beer to drink while he waited for the returned boy to either fall back asleep. He finally seemed still enough that Tsume could exit and search the kid's parents room for his lighter.
"Hn. Look at you." He walked over to the bed where the sleeping children lay. "I'll bet that you're one of those fucking wholesome and disgustingly happy families that take vacations with each other, and tell one another that you love each other." He shook his head in distaste. "Well, it's all a fucking lie... just like life."
Turning his head, he noticed his lighter sitting on top of the fireplace. Walking over to it, he set the beer can down on top of the mantel and reached for the little lighter. "Enjoy it while you can kiddies, because sooner or later you'll realize you have no one but yourself." Pulling the lighter away, he stuffed it into his pocket. Retrieving the beer can, he splashed the remainder from the can into the growing fire. ~
"I didn't notice it at the time," Tsume was saying when he felt Toboe's breathing picking up.
"Get out..." The present teen breathed with heat and anger.
"I climbed out of the window, I had what I needed. And the next thing I knew I was walking away from the house. That's when I heard you screaming. But, you were so young.."
"Get out!" Toboe shouted a little louder.
"Kids cry.."
"Shut uuuppp! Get ooout!" He pushed the model away, sitting on his bed. His tears were burning his eyes now as he felt anger rushing through his veins. How could Tsume do that to him and his brother?! How could he say the things he said to people he didn't even know?!
"Toboe... I want you to know that I'm sorry... I never meant to say those things, or hurt you." Tsume stood from the bed when the young teen's fist began to pound at him. "I was hurt, but I never wanted to hurt anyone else."
"Just get out!" He cried harder. "Goooo! Leave me alone! Just leave me alone! I hate youuuu!" The teen nearly screamed. He fell back onto his bed, curled against his pillow.
Tsume looked down at the ruined Wolf teen. He was truly hurt by his words, but he didn't want to leave him crying. But Toboe demanded him to leave. "Toboe, I'll take full responsibility for my actions. If you tell Kiba, and want to call the police.. I'll go to jail... I'll go for you..."
"Just leave, please..." Toboe continued to cry into his pillow. "I don't ever wanna see you again. Please just go away..."
Tsume bit his tears back, even though his face was already stained. He couldn't cry, not here, otherwise he would never leave. His tears would consume him too much to move. "I'm sorry, Toboe... Goodbye." He headed towards the bedroom door.
Toboe heard the man's footsteps, popping up from the bed he lunged at the man. "No, Tsume, don't go!" He cried even harder, clinging to whatever part of the man he had grabbed a hold of. "Don't gooo. I'm sorry, Tsume... I love you... please, don't go..."
The model wrapped his arms around Toboe; both of them clinging to each other with tears mixing together. "I'm sorry, Tsume... I'm sorry I yelled." The young teen rambled through sobs.
"Sssshhh, don't say that. You have nothing to apologize for." He rubbed his back gently, standing sturdy and strong, while feeling incredibly weak. "I'm the one who's sorry. For everything I've done to you and your family..."
Sniffling, Toboe shook his head against the model's chest whispering. "I don't want you to go to jail... I'd be," He cried a moment his anguish getting in the way. "I'd be too sad!" He clung to the man tighter.
"I'm sorry..." Was all Tsume could say, but no amount of the words could ever heal the boy or his brother. He just wished there was something he could do.
"Will you sit with me?" Toboe asked.
"Of course." The two slid up to the top of the bed. Tsume held him close, rocking him, making soothing hushing sounds, while despair slowly slipped away enough that he could calm down. When Toboe had finally cried himself out and fell asleep, Tsume left... Leaving behind his heart and soul... and a single letter, addressed to Kiba on the kitchen counter.
THE END
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Epilog: Three months later...
It's been three months since the whole thing with Tsume had begun and ended. I found the letter addressed to me first, when Hige and I came to drop of Toboe's dinner that evening.
"It's from Tsume." He informed Hige, who was watching him at his left.
"Tsume? What the hell does he want?"
I didn't have time to figure it out by reading the note. I just knew that right now my little brother needed me more than ever right then.
"Toboe?" Kiba called heading upstairs. He expected to hear crying, screaming or anything but the room was silent. Causing Kiba to panic thinking that the model may have just taken Toboe with him. He knew that he was leaving the country. Who was to say that once Toboe found out he wanted to go with him.
But when he got inside the bedroom, he saw his brother sleeping peacefully in his bed; his face was twisted in sadness. Walking over to the bed, Kiba sat down pulling Toboe into his arms. "Toboe?" He shook him gently. "Toboe, wake up."
"Hhhuuu?" The younger Wolf began to come around. His vision blurred and his mind was slightly blank. He looked up seeing the face of his brother looking down on him. "Kiba?" He muttered still half sleep. Coming to his senses, Toboe hopped up to a sitting position looking around his bedroom. "Where's Tsume?! Tsumeee?!" He called out thinking that the man might still be around.
"Toboe," Kiba interrupted.
"Tsume?!" He called again.
Grabbing his shoulder, Kiba turned his little brother around to face him. "Toboe, Tsume is gone."
Tears spilled from the teen's eyes before his emotions could even catch up to them and he began to cry again.
"Ssshhh, it's ok." Kiba wondered if it really would be ok. He didn't want the man around, but he also didn't want Toboe carrying these sad feelings with him all the time.
"Why did he have to go?" He sniffled, eyes too dry to weep for long; clutching his brother harder as though if he let him go he would walk away from him, as well.
"I don't know."
"It's my fault; I told him I hated him... but, then I took it back. I swear." He cried his explanation. Positive that he had told Tsume he loved him sincerely enough for the man to believe him.
"Ssshh. It was nothing you'd said... Didn't Tsume tell you that he was leaving the country?"
That only made him hurt more. He had been so busy yelling at him and telling Tsume to shut up, he probably never got the chance to tell him. Now he was never going to see him again.
He fretted himself to sleep again. He did so almost every night for a week. I felt bad, because most of it was my fault. Maybe not that he was probably naturally going to leave, but the fact that I hadn't tried to understand what my little brother felt or was going through.
That night after I made sure that Toboe was ok, I went into my room and read the letter Tsume had left for me. It made me sick, at first, then angry. How that lying bastard could know something like that, and just keep it to himself made me hate him all over again. It wasn't until at the end of the letter when he wrote that he had just recently found out about starting the fire, and that he was truly sorry and ready to accept his punishment.
Toboe came into the room with me, climbed into bed and looked at the note that I held. Telling the police was more than tempting, but to give my little brother some peace and closure I decided not to. Maybe letting Tsume go was the best thing for right now, besides, if he loved my brother as he claimed, then the guilt he's feeling was more than enough punishment. And I should know, since I've lived with it my whole life up until now.
It took a weight off my shoulders and suddenly it was as though my eyes had finally opened. I was still just as careful with my brother as always - how could I not be? He's my little brother and I love him. Always will. But I learned that he can take care of himself, too.
After the first week, Toboe's night tears had stopped. Same with his coming into my room to sleep - after a month. Christmas was fine, he seemed really happy, though I could tell he wanted to search every inch of the tree for a gift from Tsume. There wasn't one. The next month he seemed to be going back to normal, sometimes he looked sad whenever he heard something that reminded him of Tsume, but other than that he was all right.
A week or so into the second month, I heard my little brother laugh again. An honest, happy laugh at something Hige and I were talking about. And slowly he began to be my little brother again, the things that made him sad suddenly didn't seem to do that anymore. And he had a new friend, a little girl named Taki.
He, Cheza, and Taki were practically inseparable. And finally month three, I have Toboe back. My little independent brother being a kid again and enjoying life, just like he had told me to. He felt bad for Hige and me missing our three days together, because Hige insisted that it could wait.
And now as the month comes to an end; and Toboe and I race up to the house, there's a letter sitting in the mail box addressed to Toboe. I had every thought in the book to rip it up recognizing the handwriting to be Tsume's, but I'd never have the heart to forgive myself if I did... I can only wonder what that man would have to say to him...
Toboe walked into his room, stunned almost at what he held in his hands. He didn't think that he'd ever hear from Tsume again. And he slowly began to accept that. But now, standing here holding a letter from the man... His hands trembled as he peeled away the paper from itself, beginning to get anxious as he wondered what Tsume wrote to him.
A single tear fell looking down at the model's pretty handwriting, and it read:
Dear Toboe,
I hate doing this sort of thing; never thought I'd have a reason to, but, I hope you remember me. I wanted to tell you that I miss you every day. When I first met you I never wanted to give you up; having to say goodbye that day tore me apart, but seeing you unhappy was worse. I hated saying goodbye when you and I were finally together, but I knew you'd hate me - tell me to go away, after what I had done...
I still love you so much, I hope you still feel the same. Hearing those words from you one last time meant the world to me. I was too hurt by what I did to tell you, how I felt back. Which is why I'm telling you now. I love you.
I waited a month for the police to show up, I would have waited longer but my agent told me we had to go. The police never came. I can only assume that you talked Kiba out of calling them. Thank you. But I still would have gone.
I'm in Naples, Italy right now, working on a movie. Silent film - kinda artsy, but I think you'd like it.
Hn. I'm forgetting everything I had to say.
Toboe sobbed a laugh, wiping a hand across his tears.
It's hard to think straight when I'm thinking about you... I'd love to see you again, and... with spring break coming up.. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe you'd like to come and visit me - you and your brother, and Hige. You can say, no, if you want. I'll understand. I also understand if you still hate me, but...
I wrote a blank check for you - plane tickets - or anything, really. You could take every cent I own for games or something... Maybe, a doctor could see you and your brother, and maybe help you. That rude.. I'm sorry, but I feel like I need to give you something - if not my being locked up.
I hope that you're enjoying life, and you're happy. I hope that receiving this letter from me hasn't made you sad... I'll hear from you?
My love, Tsume
It was a simple request. Toboe was already mentally getting his pen and paper ready. The bottom of the note folded down one more time, a smaller note was written below in a language that Toboe couldn't understand. But underneath was a translation.
Toboe you mean the world to me. I am always yours, and you are always mine. Always and forever.
Folding the note back up. Toboe bit his bottom lips. "Kiba?!" He called downstairs heading for the door. "Can we take a vacation for spring break?!"
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