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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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"Is Toboe all right?" Asked Cheza. The two of them are leaving the school building, but, Toboe seemed a bit distracted by something. "...Toboe?"
"Huh?" Her friend turned to his friend with a quizzical expression. "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 the girl. "This one would like to know what has Toboe thinking so intensely?" Cheza had been out of touch with the world since she was a little kid. Never saying "I" nor "Me" but "This one" instead, as though she were narrating the life of someone else that she controls.
Anyone who meets her thinks it's just a childhood thing that has never left her; and other people think that the girl had seen something that scared her so much that she's lost a little touch with reality. But she's been in the care of the Lebowskys since she was a baby, and their family was nothing but loving. Toboe can vouch for that. Whatever the reason, no one ever told Cheza it was wrong, so she's never felt the need to stop doing it.
"I saw this... guy outside, during third period; 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..." Toboe's words trailed off.
Cheza silently waited for her friend to continue but it didn't seem as though he were going to, so she left it alone.
'I must be seeing things, or my mind is completely out of whack, but... Tsume looks like the man on the motorcycle from earlier.' Toboe smiled faintly, shaking his head. 'Nah, he couldn't be.' Casting his eyes towards the ceiling; he put a finger to his chin continuing his thought. 'But I have seen him somewhere before, I just know it.'
A boy ahead of the them shoved one of the large double-doors open, but held onto it for the friends to exit. Toboe and Cheza bowed as they walked by; and after they'd passed through, so then continued on the helpful peer, following them outside.
"I can't wait to get home, I'm starving!" Toboe announced to the world.
"This one is hungry, as well." Mentioned Cheza, then added. "Toboe will come to this one's house and have something?"
"Hmm? I have to ask my brother first, okay?"
"Okay."
The two walked down the stone stairs of the school, stopping on the fourth to the last step taking a seat. It wasn't 3:25 yet, so they had a little while to wait for Kiba and Hige to show up.
The pair sat quietly for the most part, not really having anything to say to one another. Cheza began to play with a piece of grass that grew up high enough beside the stairs. Toboe just watched the bus kids loading the buses that lined the front of the parking lot.
"Hey, Cheza, did you ever wonder what it would be like to ride the bus?" Asked Wolf.
Cheza looked out at the buses and frowned. "This one has no need for a bus, this one's parents take her home."
"I know, but if they didn't... wouldn't you rather take the bus home, instead of walking?"
Cheza shook her head. "This one enjoys the walk; it's a sunny day."
Toboe smiled into a laugh, "Yeah, it is a nice day."
Cheza smiled at her friend. Feeling a tap on her shoulder she turned her head seeing her mother standing behind her.
"Ready to go?" She asked.
"Yes." Cheza reached up a hand for her mother to take.
"Bye, Cheza."
She waved.
"Good bye, Toboe." Said Cher. "And don't forget to do your homework."
"I won't. Bye, Mrs. Cher."
Toboe watched mother and daughter walk to their red Cadillac in the parking lot, then he turned his attention to the sky. It was a nice day for walking. Scoffing a bit, he sighed. Kiba would kill me. Looking back out into the parking lot, he cocked his head to see if he could spot Hige's car.
"Hhh..." Tsume swallowed to regain his voice. "Hey."
Toboe turned his head to the voice and smiled then greeted him. "Hi, Tsume."
'He remembered my name.' That made the, soon-to-be, former model happy. Gesturing with his hand to take a seat by the young teen; Toboe nodded, then Tsume sat down. "Weird weather we're having, huh?"
Toboe kept his vision straight ahead as though he were almost afraid to meet with the older man's gaze. 'I wonder what he's doing hanging around here, anyway? And why do I feel as though I've seen him before?' He continued to wonder; however, instead of being rude he stuck with saying. "Yeah, it is weird. But that's Fall."
"Mm... I prefer hot weather though. You get to show more skin in the summer." Tsume hadn't meant to make it sound so perverted, and he cursed himself for letting it slip out that way.
Toboe didn't seem to notice as he threw a glance at the man, replying. "Not me, I always dress like this."
"Why?" He'd been dying to know since he'd first seen the young teen.
Toboe shrugged. "I've got kind of a nasty birthmark on my chest and neck that I don't really like to show anybody."
Tsume half laughed at the thought. "That must be one cow spot of a mark." He half wished he wasn't about to say it, but again his words got the better of him. "Can I see it? I just don't believe any birthmark could be that big, or that bad." That was his scape-goat for the question.
Toboe narrowed his eyes with question as to what the man's motive could possibly be for bothering him - and what seemed like only him all today. But since the birthmark came up on his neck a little, he supposed it would be all right to show him that much.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Toboe was about to yank it down when he heard the car horn.
"Hey, runt!" Hige called. "Shake a leg already!"
"I'm coming!" He stood on the stair then grabbed his bag that sat at his side. "Sorry, I've gotta go now."
"Yeah."
Toboe waved a hand as he retreated saying. "Bye, Tsume!"
"Bye." He muttered. His golden gaze never left his vision, who rushed over to his brother and friend. 'Hn. I'd better keep a low profile before the kid thinks I'm some kind of sicko.'
As the car drove along behind the buses, Kiba glared out the window at Tsume. He didn't know why, after all, the guy could have been someone's older brother - like himself - just waiting for the kid to come out of the building. But something about the man's chic appearance told Kiba that maybe he should keep an eye out for him. Just in case.
Hige seemed to be driving a bit fast compared to his usual easy-going, we've-got-all-day demour. The reason for that was because earlier that day in gym class,
/ "Hige," Kiba called him over to the stall. He, of course, was already dressed. But that didn't matter once they were behind the confines of the bathroom stall.
"Yeah, wha-? Mmm."
Kiba pressed his lips to Hige's before he could get out another word. See, this is what I'm talking about. Hige smiled within the kiss, because Kiba's hand found his crotch with a knead. His boyfriend's tongue brushed past the oranget's lips before he parted ways from him all together.
"I promise more than that, when we get to your house." /
Hige didn't care what the reason was. He was hot, heavy, and ready.
"Better go a little faster, if we're gonna beat traffic." Moon explained to the raised brows of his passengers, who're wondering what was the hurry, pressing down on the gas a bit more.
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The blue Taurus rolled into the driveway of the Wolf family home. Toboe heaved his bookbag over his shoulder sliding out of the car. "Kiba, aren't you coming in, too?" The younger Wolf asked, turning back to face the car as he stepped backwards.
"No. I'm gonna go study with Hige at his house." Replied Kiba, trying to keep his voice normal.
Toboe cocked his eyebrow, and said rather like his secret-mentor Hige. "Whatever." He walked to the front door and grabbed the knob, but turned around again. "Hey, Kiba, wait!"
The car had already backed out of the driveway but seeing that Toboe was still standing outside, it stopped its movement. "What if I get hungry?!" He shouted across the distance.
Kiba sighed, he felt guilty. Toboe was his responsability, and... He'd actually die if anything happened to him. "I'll be right back." This he says to his boyfriend.
"Kiba?" Hige said with protest. "Toboe is fourteen years old, he can take care of himself."
Kiba was already out of the car and probably didn't hear what Hige had said; however, he turned around leaning over into the car. "I'll be right out, I swear." The guilt ridden informed.
Hige made a frustrated sound, thinking that Kiba intended to change his mind but he had to take his word for it.
Kiba walked back up the driveway, following Toboe inside the house. The two of them walked into the kitchen. Kiba went directly to the stove where he yanked the knobs off of the oven and burners, leaving nothing but the little metal attachment stub that anchored them in.
"If you get hungry make a sandwich or get a snack from the pantry." He was saying as he moved about the room. "There's some... snacks in the cabinet, too. Don't get carried away, though, those are for your lunch."
Toboe listened to his brother while at the table getting out his workbooks and pencils. He expected no different from his brother - Toboe would be worried if he didn't do any of these things.
"The emergancy numbers are by the phone," he shoved the knobs into the dish-rag drawer, closing it afterwards. "I'll be back in time for dinner, okay? What do you want?"
"Mm-mm, spaghetti, I guess." Answered the younger Wolf.
"Spaghetti." Kiba said as though he were making a mental note of it. "Alright, that's everything." Walking over to the table, he threw his arms around his brother's shoulders giving him a hug. "I love you."
Toboe was always embarrassed by that, but he laughed it off saying. "I love you, too, Kiba. Have fun at Hige's."
His brother tousled his hair before heading into the hall and out the front door. Toboe watched from the window as Kiba climbed back into Hige's car, giving his boyfriend a kiss before the car sped off.
'Ha, I know what kind of studying they're gonna do.' He shook his head with a smile. 'I wonder if I'll ever have a boyfriend, or girlfriend - you never know.' He thought for a minute. 'Although, if it makes me act goofy like that, I think I'll pass.'
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Kiba and Hige wasted no time yanking at each other's shirts once they were safely behind closed doors. Kiba pulled Moon's shirt over his head; but he shoved his lover's hands away to unbutton his own. His shirt always remained open, or elavated, but never fully removed. Kiba laid against Hige, bare chest to bare chest; and through the small space between them he ran his fingers along his boyfriend's abdoman. Hige supported the both of their balance over to the couch, they'd blindly fallen onto.
Hige let out a muffled moan feeling Kiba's fingers skillfully massaging his perky nipples with his palms. Their members stiffened feeling a familiar friend knocking at the door of their jeans. As though they read each other's mind, the couple reached between their bodies fumbling hastily with the zipper and button of Kiba's jeans.
Once unfascined, all Hige had to do was yank down his pants from around his waist, as he was wearing athletic pants with an elastic band. "Mmmhh..." They moaned in unison feeling the heat growing between their thighs unite to ignite a searing fire.
The oranget straddled the body beneath him and began thrusting his member into Kiba's grip. The space between Hige's body and pants created an air pocket that blew a gentle breeze between the two, the wind tickled the moistened areas with a particularly heady delightfulness. Kiba thrust himself up into the opening between thigh and fabric like a makeshift sexual hole; he thoroughly enjoyed the puffs of air still trying to move around the moist exposure.
With a drunken moan, Wolf plastered his lips to Hige's; holding his lover's head in place as he practically mauled his lips with his own. They were so enthralled with what they were doing they hadn't heard Hige's mother's car pulling into the driveway, nor the keys jingling outside of the front door.
Hige moaned lowly, whispering Kiba's name into the owner's mouth. "Aaah!" He bucked his hips faster when Kiba began tickling his balls. If they could just get those jeans off! Hige can move in to where he'd rather be expending his giarations.
It was around that time that they heard the car horn beeping in the distance. "Shit!" Hige rolled over onto the floor yanking up his pants as he went. Kiba stuffed himself back into his jeans; keeping an eye on the entry way of the living room.
"Damnit where's my shirt?" Hige whispered.
Kiba looked around a second before pointing with his elbow - while still working the buttons of his shirt together - over to the corner of the room where he had thrown it. Hige wasn't sure what was taking whichever of his parents it was from coming down the hall to get into the living room, but he was damned glad for it.
He hurried across the room, snagging his shirt slipping it on over his head just in time for his mother to walk in. "Hey, ma! Kiba and me were just uuuhh..." He squeaked.
"Studying." Kiba answered as though he weren't the least bit out of breath.
The woman just plowed through the living room directly to her desk, snatched out a handful of papers then rushed back out without a word. The two looked on towards the empty hall in astonished silence.
Hige gestured a hand towards the door. "That's my mom for ya, aaalll business."
Kiba was ready to go. "I'd better go."
"But, we..." He lowered his tone. "We were just getting started."
"I promise I'll make it up to you," Kiba crossed the room grabbing his bookbag as he does so. Then he kissed his lover good bye. "I need to get home and make Toboe dinner."
Sighing with defeat, Hige nodded. "I understand." And he really does! But that doesn't mean he couldn't still be a little down about missing out on sex. "Want a ride?"
"Nah, I can walk. See you tomorrow." He gave him another apologetic look before disappearing into the hall.
"Rats." Was all Hige could think to say.
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Toboe had finished his homework early. Now he was bored. 'Gee. I hope Kiba's having fun.' He leaned his head on his arm and sighed. 'I am getting kinda hungry, now that I think about it.' Shoving his chair back, Toboe scooted out the side of it; closing his math book, he then walked it over to his bag by the kitchen door.
Time to scrounge. Movng over to the cereal slash snack cabinet, Toboe looked over his options. Nutty Bars? No. He reached past them to another box hidden in the back. 'Yuck, granola!' He quickly dropped the box back where he had gotten it from. 'What else... Hey! Moon pies!'
The young teen yanked the box out of the cabinet; however, much to his disappointment, the box was empty. Of all the luck. Walking the empty thing over to the recycling bin, he remembered that they hadn't had dinner yet and it was getting late. Taking a step back, he took note of the time. '5:15. I'll get dinner started.' He smiled to himself. 'Won't Kiba be surprised.'
The excited teen practically galloped over to the lower cabinets. Reaching inside, he pulled out a large pot and a medium. Over at the sink, he filled the larger of the two with water then turned back to the stove setting it down.
'Boil water...' He reached out for the knobs to turn the stove on. 'Oh right!' Sliding open the drawer Toboe pulled out the four knobs. It was a bit of a challange, but he managed to place the stove knobs back onto the range tightly.
'Wish I'd had more practice with turning this thing on.' Twisting his mouth up, he figured that the knob would have to be turned counter clockwise, starting with, warm to high. With a click the stove started, the coils slowly turned red as the heat rose.
"Hehe. Cool." Toboe reached to the right grabbing down two cans of tomato sauce. "Kiba's gonna freak out when he sees how good I did... Now where's that can opener?"
Kiba walked quietly along the sidewalk of the neighborhood. His head hung low and his spirits even lower. He hated ditching Hige like that sometimes, but, he worried about his little brother.
"Over here!" A little girl called, screaming when her friend came after her.
Kiba watched in utter distaste. He'd really like to know whose kids they were? And why were they always - always - playing outside? He wanted to tell them to go inside; watch tv or something. But he didn't bother. Besides, he needed to get home and make dinner for his family before Toboe fills up on junk food.
In the distance he could see the kitchen light was on. The only thing he didn't expect to see was that Toboe was standing in front of the stove! "Shit." Running the rest of the distance to his house, Kiba threw the front door open turning into the kitchen.
Toboe was opening the second can and his hand came a little close to the sharp edge that was inching its way into the air. A loud bang startled him. "Ouch," he jerked his hand away.
"Toboe!"
Kiba reached out for his brother, snatching him away from the hot stove so fast that he accidently singed his hand on the pot as he moved his little brother away from it; not only that, but the pot of sauce that had come to a boil was knocked over in the collision with Kiba's hand.
"Kiba!?" The younger Wolf struggled within his brother's grip. "Let go, what are you doing?!"
"Toboe, are you all right?!" His big brother's voice sounded frantic and scared. Toboe right then knew that he should drop the attitude. "Did you burn yourself?" He held his hand searching for any red marks.
"N-no! I... I cut my hand on the can... If you hadn't startled me, I - Aa!"
Kiba dragged him over to the sink, hoping to wash away a burning that never happened and soothe away the pain. Meaning, Kiba obvioulsy didn't hear a word Toboe had said.
"Kiba... Kiba.." The younger Wolf protested; getting a little scared himself, wondering why his brother had freaked out so badly. Kiba even had tears in his eyes! "...Kiba," He tried again, this time shaking his brother's shoulder. "Kiba, I didn't get burned."
Kiba sniffled lowering his head and stopping the frantic movement of his hands trying to aid his little brother's pain. "I thought that... I thought that you had burned yourself on the stove..." His voice was low almost soundless.
"I just thought that..." Toboe tried to explain but he felt tears in his own eyes seeing his brother this way.
"I told you not to touch anything, Toboe! Why didn't you just eat what was suggested to you?" Kiba looked up into his brother's eyes with sadness and question.
Toboe's lips began to quiver as the tears grew in his eyes. "I just wanted... to surprise you, and show you that I can be responsible, like you... So I started dinner. I wasn't gonna lift any heavy pots or anythi..." His words trailed off as he softly started to cry.
Now Kiba felt bad. He didn't have to scare him so badly. He really should have asked him what happened first instead of flying off the handle the way that he did. "I'm sorry." He pulled his brother to him, into a hug. "I'm really sorry. I just thought that you had burnt youself on the stove."
"I know, you said that already." The younger Wolf sniffed back his running nose. Kiba reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue. "You startled me when you came in," he showed him his bloody finger.
"Here. I'll get you a band-aid."
Toboe took the tissue and wiped his nose with it. Watching his brother leave the kitchen he trembled a moment in his tears. 'Why did he have to freak out like that? Why does he always baby me?' He sniffed again. Looking around by his feet, he noticed that the pot of sauce had been spilled over the floor. He grabbed a dish rag from the sink, then bent over and started to wipe up the mess.
"Leave it, I'll get that." Kiba said. He opened the band-aid helping his brother put it on. "Go get the phone and order a pizza - - any topping you want."
"Even spinach?" Toboe teased.
"Well," Kiba had a laugh in his voice. "anything but that."
Toboe smiled, letting a little chuckle slip out of his mouth as he vanished into the living room.
That's what Kiba loved about him, the little guy could manage a smile even if he really wanted to cry. It was the best quality that anybody could have, when dealing with the high-strung. As Kiba wiped away the mess spilled on the floor; he listened in as his brother talked on the phone. A few stray sniffles sounded here and there but other than that he sounded like his usual self.
Good. Kiba smiled thinking. 'Maybe we can put this behind us without talking about it.'
"And half with spinach," The boy ended.
"You little runt." Kiba stood, chasing after his brother, who had peeked into the kitchen giving his brother a menacing smile.
"I'm not a runt!" He laughed, rushing away.
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"What were you and Hige doing over at his house?" Toboe asked, setting his slice of pizza back down on the plate.
The two of them were laying in Kiba's room on his bed. Kiba laying from bottom to top, with his feet at the head of the bed and Toboe laying bottom to top with his feet at the foot of the bed so the both of them met in the middle.
"What do you mean?" Kiba asked, knowing full well what his brother was getting at. He wasn't a dummy; Toboe knew what was going on between his brother and his boyfriend from the first day it had happened.
"Weeell..." The boy smiled slyly. "Y'know, did you two makeout and stuff?"
Kiba laughed shoving the brat's head into the matress. "Shouldn't little kids like you be in bed by now?"
"Nope. And I'm not a little kid." Toboe struggled to get his head free from his brother's grip. "Rrr... It's only eight o'clock - Let go! Hahaha."
Kiba let his brother up for some air; he looked at the mess around the bed and began to clean up, putting the paper plates on top of the pizza box and the slice that he hadn't finished with the rest of the pizza inside the box.
Toboe watched his brother as he quietly moved things about the bed. He had so many questions, but... he just didn't know how to ask them - or if they'd even be answered! Kiba was always a brickwall when it came to what was going on with him. But there was no hiding what happened in the kitchen. He had to ask him.
"Uuum, Kiba?"
"I'll run your bath water in a minute." He said brushing the boy's questions off already. "You should get your things together."
"...Okay." Toboe lowered his head.
Kiba looked back at his little brother with a sigh. "I'm fine, if you were wondering."
"Kind of..." Said the plagued younger Wolf.
Kiba didn't want the conversation to go any further, so he left the room without another word.
"I just wish you would tell me what's really bothering you..." Toboe was saying to himself. "So that you really would be ok."
Kiba stored the leftover food into the refrigerator, then cleaned up the rest of the items that were around the stove. 'Maybe... I should just tell him. Why should I be the only one plagued with the memory of our parents going through my mind?' His movement stilled. 'It's selfish - Toboe has a right to know.'
"Kiba! I got my things together!" His brother called down the stairs.
'No. He could never handle it. Never.'
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