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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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"We should cancel him."
Toboe, who has been bedridden for three days since his fight with Tsume; aside from going to work and attending classes, turned his head to look across the short distance at his roommate, shook his head. "We're not cancelling Tsume. He's too big."
"Yeah right." Gasper decreed. "Too big in the head, maybe; the guy is a menace. I'm sure lots of people wanna see him gone." He added. "Yourself included, by the look of things." He would have added smell, but, thankfully, Toboe hasn't reached that point quite yet.
"I don't even know how to cancel someone." Confessed the downhearted.
"I do. The rest of the population does." He leaned over. "A few right words; some true horror stories from you. It'll then be "Tsume, who?" For the rest of his working life." He grinned.
As if to smite them for their conspiring, Tsume's cologne ad played during the commercial break. Toboe watched with a bleak frost growing in his stomach. Not a cold lump, but swirling madness. That was the better description.
"..What if we get back together?" His eyes left the television, mostly because his roommate located the remote and changed the channel.
"Why would you? Because it's easier than finding someone else?" He shook his head. "Toboe, there are hundreds of people lined up with interest." His arm flung out towards the window at the invisible line-up. "Don't feel like you have to back-slide because that loser is all you know. It's a Big Yikes, Tobe', you're better than that."
Toboe sighed.
"Wouldn't you like to see that show-off get his comeuppance?" He nodded at the TV. "He'll be off the show for good."
"What about the other actors in the show? It's huge right now; it's gonna hurt them to suddenly have a ratings drop."
"Pssh! It might, let's hope." Excited, he schooled it down just a bit. "And they can all get new jobs - - and might even keep the current one. That's the beauty of canceling someone. Once production catches wind of why the show is suddenly ice skating downhill with the assistance of a large bolder, that bolder will be eliminated."
"And Tsume's the bolder?"
"Yeah. My mom's soaps do it. They replace actors and actresses, then move on. No one watching cares, and they love hunting for tea to fill their cups as to why."
Gasper wasn't wrong. Hige was once seen by Toboe doing such a thing. Hige told his brother about it, all pleased that the replacement was because of something scandalous.
"No, really." He stood. "I think it's time you moved on."
"But, Tsume.."
"Is out of the picture." He punctuated each word by slapping on hand into the other's palm. "If you think your Rizz is gone, try it on me."
"No." He rolled over. "I just wanna sulk until I can't feel it anymore. Then I'll move on.. maybe." He sighed. "Besides, I've never consciously tried to seduce anyone. It'd be too weird."
"Great. Perfect. Let him win, and put you beneath him." Gasper shrugged. "It's what guys like that hope to achieve when dating younger; it helps their ego."
"You're too worked up about this." Clapped the sulking Wolf. He felt a sense of dejavu. "I think you're lying. I think someone broke your heart, and now you're jaded by real love."
"No one hurt me. I just don't settle; and behavior like this.." He pointed at him. "Are the top three reasons why." He sat on the bed. "Come on... Cancel him. It'll make you feel so much better."
Toboe sighed loudly, accompanying it with a roll of his eyes.
"You act like you've been with him forever, when you've barely been dating for a year - - get over it!"
"Later."
"Has he even tried to contact you? Hmm? Since your fight..."
"...No."
Crossing his arms he scoffed, and asked in a childish grump. "He stopped caring... Why don't you?"
Toboe mulled over those words. He closed his eyes upon a moist accumulation of tears. 'Maybe Gasper's right... What if I am stupid for holding out on new people, just for someone who's treating me like property. He can't even see me for who I am.' He sat up; rubbing his eyes before the tears could embarrass him. "So, how do you think I should showcase my freedom?" He put on a halfhearted smile.
Gasper was quite happy to be his guide.
# #
"Runt's living it up." Hige announced; he's been thumbing through his SM feed, when he began to notice quite an overflow of Toboe and some friends of his, he assumed, striking poses and posting videos. This was the college behavior he'd expected. Basically what television depicts. Party. Drink. Mess. Failed attendance do to hangovers. Just a ruined promise for humanity. "Wonder what happened? He's not usually like this."
He held his phone up from the counter when his fiance came in to glance. Kiba scowled, he was not a fan of the shots of his little brother, still underage little brother, holding a can of beer. He was going to have to have a chat with him. But, it would have to wait until after work; his hours have changed, he has to go in early for the time being as an inspection was coming the store's way. They can not fail it. Not under his management.
Kiba noticed Hige was still in nothing but his boxers. "No work today?"
"No. I have to go; I'm just still in recovery from last night."
Kiba felt a flush in his cheeks, being the cause of crippled movement. He really was in the mood, like a man on fire. He did things to Hige that in the light of day he'd be embarrassed to know. Which, in the light of day, he now was. He kissed him on the forehead, then excused himself with a quick "goodbye" before disappearing into the hall.
"Take an umbrella, it's supposed to rain." Hige called after him. He sipped his orange juice with a smile, hearing that his forewarning was complied to as the whiff of nylon brushed against each other in the removal of one.
Hige continued looking through his SM accounts when he came across a stirring hashtag in the low ranks. #CancelStoneHanda. He cocked a brow in wonder as to why? He isn't the most: "It's on!" fan around, but he does watch Modern June when he can catch it. Clicking on the 300 count tag, he read the little snips of comments. A lot of it sounded ridiculous; like how some were saying Tsume's character was flat, or he made no sense with the plot, et cetera. His character being straight but turning into a homosexual by accident with another straight guy was the plot. Other comments were clearly anti-fans seeking landing for their own imagined hurt that Tsume needs to be held responsible for in their mind. But one post made him keep from rolling his eyes and moving on. It looked like it came from Toboe's account, or a knock off of his.
HowlerWolf233 Tsume is such a sicko. I heard he hires publishers to post dating rumors to distract from his addiction to underage lovers. #CancelTsumeKeina #CancelStoneHanda.
'Man, what stalkers and antis won't do to bust up a guy's life.' He shook his head in dismay; he felt bad for Tsume.
Hige even thought about sending the man a 'cheer up!' text. But, why by into it. He doubted Tsume even saw it, and if he did he see, he certainly wouldn't care. But still... It was kinda weird that the account had a similar username to Toboe Wolf's. HowlingWolf230. Maybe it was just a troublemaker? That made the most sense. He'd better alert Toboe, so he can do damage control. He'd probably have a heart attack, if he knew someone was slandering his boyfriend, and trying to pose as an alternate Toboe to do so.
"That's right, I never did get around to telling him about Toboe's reaction. He dialed the actor's number. Better to do over the phone than texting. He can at least be more mobile this way. He wandered up the stairs; his phone was put on speaker.
"What?"
"You sound like shit," he commented. "Guess you saw the feeds."
"No." Tsume snipped. "What do you want?"
"Tch. For that enthusiasm I'm inclined to mess with you first." He tugged off his boxers; his body must have wanted seconds, the brief brush with nudity started a reaction. Luckily, talking to Tsume was keeping it in check from having him show up for work late. "I talked to Toboe; I was so discrete, even Sherlock couldn't figure me out." Tsume was silent. Ok. Press on, not his level of friendship for him to worry about. "He bit, he's crazy about you. I think Toboe would definitely take your ring, man. Go for it... Tsume? Tsume?" He looked at the screen. "Guess our call was dropped. Oh well, I'll tell him later." Looking at the clock, he gave a shrug of his shoulder, then removed his pants and boxers once again before climbing into bed. He won't be late.
# #
Tsume Keina, born to be in the lime-light; masculine pretty boy as a teen, head-turner as a young adult, sex symbol as an adult; could not for the life of him figure out how to win back the only person in his Mellow Yellow world that means something to him. Was Toboe serious? Was he truly gone? What had he done that was so wrong? What did he say to make him so mad? And direct it at him! He analyzed every word from their fight, but all he could make out of it was that Toboe hated being secretly watched. That assumption led Tsume down a dark tunnel. What did Toboe have to hide, that being monitored freaked him out so much? Was he cheating on him? Mocking the "old man" to his lover, who, of course, would be his same age.
Figures. Isn't that always what he hears on television shows, or around from conversations of others not minding their volume.. They like you for reasons, but really they only want you for money, status you're gone, after which they'd already be well-established to continue receiving love with or without your presence.
'Tch. All that talk about flaunting ourselves.. Face it, he used you.' He expelled that lie in a sigh.
Toboe Wolf has never once expressed an interest in fame. He seemed genuinely uncomfortable from a long stare by strangers. He schooled his hurt and anger to stop lying to him. His golden gaze landed on his phone. He begged it to buzz or ring. Anything! So long as it was Toboe. However, the only people who called him in the past week were Aabroo Smith and that nitwit, Hige, just now.
Hige's words played back to him. Toboe liked the idea of marriage. He would have said: "Yes". Would have. But now... He picked up his phone from the bedside table. Hige had mentioned social media. His team has run of that. He's never used it, he's not even sure he knows the passwords. Trying one then another, he was shocked that it had opened. He thumbed through a sea of gushing fans of all ages and gender identification. Had Toboe said something on social media?
'Hn. If he ever wanted proof of his privacy, here's the screaming evidence of an idiot holding up a 'fossil on the young internet' sign.' He searched by Toboe's email. He tried his name, as it's one of the most unique he's ever heard, but that turned up nothing, so he must not have used it when making his account. He felt a small smile when he noticed his presumed account was in Toboe's line-up. However, he deadpanned upon seeing it suddenly go from Following to Follow. He touched Toboe's account name, troubling his way around it.
It would seem that his boyfriend is currently in his account deleting Tweets he'd once sent to the account. Tsume had no idea Toboe had been attempting to communicate with him. He looked into the replies. They were there, but he didn't send them. The posts were, thankfully, from what he could see in the raid of deletion, nothing private. He just asked about work related stuff. Behind the scenes stories. Creepy thing was, whomever ran the account did reply remarkably as he would have.
'This has to stop. I'll run my own account, or just have it removed altogether.' He doesn't like the idea of a mock Tsume Keina being out there. It doesn't sit right. Especially when you catch a look at your doppelganger in action. He glanced up when the door opened. "What do you want?"
Spike snickered. "I figured you'd be pissed, so I came over."
Tsume rolled his eyes.
"I had two sessions with your little lover-boy this week." He rifled through the fridge and grabbed a White Claw. "You two have a fight? He practically ruined his sparring partner."
Tsume frowned. "If you've come to humiliate me, take the back exit when you leave." He tossed his head back in the direction of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, indicating where the newly created door was located. The building was weird in that way. One could use the upper-level balcony through an actual door, but the one in the main part of the home was just for design purposes. Unless, of course, if you don't mind climbing out of the window to get onto it.
"How.. did Toboe seem?" He hated that he had to ask that to other people. He hated that other people still got to see Toboe. Tsume isn't going to deem him his ex just yet. He may come back to him. Someday. Somehow.
He dropped onto the armchair, his spindly legs crossed each other at the ankles. Spike took a long drink before answering. "He looked Rogue." He set the half finished can down on the coffee table after drinking one more gulp. "He sparred that way, too - - what'd you do to him?" He smirked. "Or are you gonna feign innocents?"
"We had a fight. Frankly, I'm still not sure what it was about."
Spike thought back to Toboe's lessons; he tried resurrecting the conversations and the quietly spoken words. Kid did a lot of bitter swearing, but nothing strung together a clear sentence of detail. The only times the kid really talked was to ask questions about his form and how to get a good momentum in his swing.
"At this rate, don't go hand-to-hand with him. He'll mess up your moneymaker." He grinned cheekily.
Tsume burned Spike down to the apolstry with his gaze. As usual, Mr. Cool, just brushed it off. He looked down at his phone screen. There were many recent pictures of Toboe, or rather a false Toboe, doing-it-up with friends that he's never seen before. Only three were with Cheza. They were at the theater posing in front of posters making like dislike expressions about the film. His rogue boyfriend could fake it, but Tsume could see the sadness in his eyes. He's just acting.
Spike, in a rare show of humanity, asked. "You gonna be ok?"
"Hn. Of course. I'm not some washed up, has been." He turned off the display on his phone. "If I wanna run around acting pathetic with friends, I can at any time."
"But..."
"What's the point of looking stupid."
"Yeah. But, you better do something," he showed him the Tweet. "I think your puppy isn't gonna play nice about the split."
Tsume looked at the hundred handfuls of Tweets, not all just a select few from the small pile up. Apparently he's a Cancel Candidate for some of the most ridiculous reasons. Mainly about his character on Modern June. Except for one post, which is accusing him of having his team make-up dating rumors so that he can go about being a pedophile. And the person who started this concerning thread looked a lot like Toboe's account. Or rather, a newly created dummy-account, should Tsume try to accuse him, he could lie his way out of it.
'That little...' He felt his blood boil; his hands, once just comfortably cupped in his posture, his nails are now digging into his flesh.
Beneath the post was an attached photo. The heads were left out, but the bodies were visible. The photo was obviously the one he'd given to Toboe back from when they had first officially been sneaking about with each other. Why would Toboe go this far because of a fight? They could have talked it out. Even if it meant breaking up, and possibly just being friends. They could at least have talked. But to slander his name in such an unspeakable, FALSE, accusation... This could ruin him for life! The police will find no such evidence, of course, but they could find out about his and Toboe's true relationship. And all because of an angry lash-out. What was he thinking?!
Thinking. Right. Angry people don't think until it's too late. Damn it!
Spike watched the expressions show playing over Tsume. "What's the real story between you two?" He wondered out loud. Whether it was an honest curiosity or just rhetorical was unclear. However, as he reached for his drink to finish it, he was surprised by Tsume, as he began to tell him the truth that only one other indirect person knows. And like his former fling, Faye Valentine, Spike unspokenly swore to not speak of what he'd heard. He just hoped the walls would keep the secret of Tsume and Toboe Wolf, as well. They tend to have ears, and loose lips.
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Commentary: Thanks for reading, have a good week. Almost at the end, thanks for being here for it. Sorry AFF readers, that site is still being sus, so no updates there until otherwise. Thanks for understanding and coming here to read.
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