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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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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone mentioned in this story from Cowboy Bebop. They're my special guest stars, that's all.
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Kiba's sitting in bed doing homework - which should have been done at Hige's house, but with the circumstances it never happened. 'Here's a fine example I've set; now he's gonna think all Hige and I do is go to his house and fool around.' He flipped the page, writing as quickly as he could to get the work done. 'It's awfully quiet in the bathroom... I wonder if he's all right?' Standing, Kiba walked out of his bedroom and down the hall. "Toboe? You all right in there?"
"Yes." Came an echoed reply.
"I want you out by Nine o'clock, ok?"
"What time is it now?"
Kiba could hear the water moving around. "About eight forty five, so hurry up."
Kiba doesn't actually know what time it is, but he could guess it was somewhere around 8:45.
"Okay."
Walking away from the door, he went farther down the hall into Toboe's bedroom to pick out a pair of pajamas for him. 'Eeeh,' he scowled at himself. 'I've got to stop treating him like a kid. He can get his own pajamas; and get out of the bath whenever he's ready.'
Leaving the boy's bedroom; he still felt a tinge of an urge to get the Toboe's nightwear for him. 'No, I'll leave him alone for tonight.' Kiba closed his bedroom door, returning to his bed to finish his homework. 'I wonder what Hige's doing?' He grabbed the phone beside him and pressed the speed dial button.
"Yyeah?" Answered a familiar state-of-mind. Boredom.
"Hey, Hige, it's me?" Kiba's tone was light and happy.
"Now we're getting somewhere," the often chipper male brightened even more. "What time do you want me to be over?"
"It's not that... I just wanted to talk to you while I finish my homework." Kiba informed. "How far did you get?"
Hige's laughter rang through his lover's ear. "You can't be serious!?" He heard nothing but silence and sighed in defeat. "Well, I can tell by that dull silence, you are..." With a groan, Hige opened his homework folder and skimmed through what he had done. "I'm doiiiiing..." he paused to say. "Ya know, you really can bring down a perfectly good hard-on, you know that, right?"
Kiba laughed. "Yeah, because I'm that good."
Hige laughed again, shaking his head. "Someone's in a good mood."
"Kiba," It was Toboe at the door. Kiba looked over at him with question. "I wanted to say good night."
"Good night, Toboe,"
"Good night, Toboe!" Hige shouted through the phone, that Kiba moved from his ear, luckily, in time to miss the vocal blast.
But his brother was already gone. "I don't think he heard you." Kiba informed. "...Anyway, I'm on problem 15 in math. Did you do that one already?"
"I wish, you know I hate numbers." Getting a bright idea, he smiled broadly saying. "So, how's about you help a guy out with a few answers?"
Kiba rolled his eyes. He'd give him the usual: "you'll never learn that way" speech, but, he knew Hige already knew it by heart. Besides that, he would have given him the answers regardless.
"Okay. Answer one is 45.7"
"Uh huh,"
Meanwhile, in Toboe's room.
He climbed into bed and pulled the covers right up to his chin. His arm shot out from the blanket to grab the remote for the tv. He may as well watch something until he's tired. After all, that's what tv is for. Right?
"I wonder what Nickelodeon is showing?" Changing to the channel, he frowned seeing some show called 'Full House'. "Hhhh, I hate weekday tv." Pressing the up button, he skimmed through the channels.
'Hey, that's him!' Toboe sat straight up in bed. 'It's Tsume!' Leaving the program on; Toboe smiled seeing the man. He may not have really known him too well, but it was cool that he saw a real celebrity.
His name appeared at the bottom of the screen as well as his occupation. 'Tsume Keina. International male super model.' Toboe mentally noted. 'Oh yeah, I remember the news saying something like that yesterday night. But it said he quit. So why is he on this talk show?'
"Tsume, you're a very handsome man," the host said. He was either homosexual or didn't mind complimenting another man. "Why on earth would you want to quit your modeling career?"
Tsume shrugged coolly, replying. "Sometimes you just feel it's your time to go," the former model shrugged again. "So, I left."
"Yes, but now the question on everyone's lips is - will we be seeing Tsume Keina again?" The host leaned over his desk a little, as though he were trying to make sure he didn't miss a word.
Tsume seemed to be thinking about it a moment then he looked at the camera, as though his very eyes were planted right to your own as he replied. "You'll see me... In your dreams."
The crowd swooned, fanning themselves with paper fans. Their busy mouths wondering if it were a negative comment or an actual reply. Maybe even to one of them.
"Hahaha, always keeping us guessing, huh, Tsume?" The host exclaimed; then looking at the camera, he cued them to a commercial.
"Wow... it was almost as if he were talking to me..." Toboe blinked.
Tsume sat through the rest of that interview answering, what he considered to be, ridiculous questions until it was over.
'Like I'm supposed to just know what I wanna do now.' He left the studio with his three security guards, climbing then into a limo. 'Most importantly, how am I supposed to escape this stupid lifestyle with these clowns always roaming around?' The model's attention went out the window now, watching as little splats of quiet rain started to fall.
Tsume watched the scenery going by, elevating his leg up just enough to reach the center of the tinted window, which he gave it a little kick. When the little window came down, the driver peered into the back seat from the rear view mirror.
"Sir?"
"Stop here. I wanna get a drink." Ordered the brooding model.
Tipping the bill of his driver's hat, the man replied with a cheerful voice. "Yes, sir."
The window slid back up until it closed tightly. Tsume turned his gaze back out the window. "Idiot."
The car pulled up to the curb, coming at a stop a few cars down from the bar. The driver's door came open and he started to get out so that he could open Tsume's door, but the grouch had already opened it himself and was well on his way into the bar.
"Mr. Keina!"
"Mr. Keina!" A woman said. "Over here."
"Pleease, Mr. Keina!"
Tsume's already plastered scowl, began to increase. Paparazzi. Walking past, he ignored them all and stepped into the bar.
Four people looked up from their drinks but put their heads back down after sating their curiosity. The model's piercing gold eyes skimmed the room from left to right. 'Tch. Filth.' Stuffing as much of his hands that could fit into his tiny pockets, he kept his face down walking towards the counter.
"Give me anything, and make it hard."
"You got it," The man was pouring Tsume a double shot of Redbreast whisky, but from the side of his eyes he stared at the beautiful man with question in his eyes. "You're Tsume, right?" He asked, receiving a bored look. "Tsume Keina - The super model?"
Tsume cocked his head, narrowing his eyes as he answered. "No."
"Wow! Are you sure?" The man's eyes widened, as though he thought he could see better that way. "You look like him."
"Just give me my damned drink already. I've got places to be."
"Yeah, here you go." He handed it to him, but his eyes remained on the man. "...You guys could almost be twins or something - - well, except maybe your eyes could be a little less slitted. You kinda look like a mouse."
The noise from the photographers was increasing, they really wanted to get in. "Tsume's inside, I can see him." One of the women photographers said, trying to shove past Tsume's three body guards; that the model could have sworn he told back at the studio Not to follow him!
"Aha! I'm in!" One of them said, bringing the rest with him.
"Woooow!" The bartender beamed looking around. "Tsume really is here?"
Said model was chugging the drink that was given to him. His head titled back to take it all down in one gulp. "Put it on my tab." He told the bartender as he stood up. Taking out a pair of sun glasses, he slid them over his - beady mouse - eyes, then started out of the bar.
"Tsume! Tsume!" The photographers shouted following him as his security shooed them out of the way.
"You mean that was him?!" Asked the bar tender.
Tsume climbed into his car instructing the driver to get a move on. The car sped down the street, leaving the herd of photographers in the dust.
'I should just leave this town.' Tsume thought. 'I don't know why I thought I could be left alone here anyway.' He took off his sunglasses and closed his eyes. 'Nothing's keeping me here anyway.'
"What about me, Tsume?" It was Toboe! Well, a figment in Tsume's mind of the teen. His face reflected in the window in front of him. "You and I haven't even gotten to know each other yet. Don't give up on me now."
Tsume stared at the boy as though he were in a trance, his hand reached out for him - to touch his face then...
"Sir, we're here." His driver said for the third time. He was now standing outside, holding Tsume's door open. "Aaare you all right, sir?"
Tsume snapped out of his trance, slowly lowering his hand. Shaking away the thoughts of Toboe, he looked over at his driver. "Whatever," Climbing out of the car he didn't bother to close the door.
"Good night, sir." He called out.
Tsume grumbled something inaudible and continued into the apartment. Once inside, he took the elevator to his room, then went inside. Once behind the protection of the door, he let his often twice a day fantasy drift through his thoughts.
"Hi, Tsume." Toboe greeted. "I'm ready for bed now."
Tsume smirked, walking over to the teen. Tonight would probably be...? In the bath.
...
Tsume woke up the next morning covered in a good mess of himself. Perfect. Tossing the blankets over his waist he then tugged himself free of his boxers, dropping them down onto the floor. Stretching his arms over his head, Tsume slid himself over to the side of the bed until his feet were planted on the floor and he was standing.
Yanking his tank top off as well, the model wandered into his bathroom to start the shower water. Tsume yawned sticking his hand under the water to test how hot its gotten. 'Times like this I wish I did have a tub.' He smiled, faintly in a daze, remembering the contents of the wet-dream.
His young fantasy lover dangling a leg over the side of the bathtub, while Tsume raised the other leg over his shoulder before slipping inside the boy. They didn't need lubricant anymore they have done it so many times they're just a natural perfect fit.
'Aha, I can keep kidding myself.' Tsume mused. 'That kid wouldn't look my way even once. He's too young, and I'm...' He scowled. not in topic of the subject. Good with the temperature of the water, Tsume stepped inside raising his face to the welcoming water. 'Still, there's no harm in fantasizing.'
After giving himself a good washing, Tsume stepped out of the shower turning back to twist the knobs to off. His hand reached blindly for a towel, missing the rack twice before he grabbed one. His face was first then his hair, the back of his neck then down his body.
Brring! Brrrriiing!
'That couldn't be anybody but my agent.' Although he had to laugh - just a little - at the thought that it might be Toboe calling him. His brother couldn't pick him up, he'd say. Could you come get me?
"Tsume, guess what - you're gonna kiss me when you here this," Came his agent over the answering machine.
"Doubt it." The model remarked; walking into the living room of the spacious apartment, he picked up the phone holding it half-heartedly to his ear. "What?"
The man was silent a moment, and Tsume could hear the know-it-all smirk in the man's voice. "I knew you were home."
"Whatever - - What did you call me for?"
"I just got you in the running for a movie contract - - huh? Huuuh? What do ya think?"
'Think? Who cares what I think. I'm just a pretty face to you morons.' Tsume mused. 'Although, the idea does interest me a little.' Sighing in exasperation he replied. "Yeah, I'll think about it."
"Good! Great! Iii'll be in touch then." The man said with a burst of enthusiasm seeping out of him.
"You do that."
Hanging up the phone, Tsume walked back into the bedroom over to the closet picking out his usual attire - - a little leather combined with a little fabric. Dress to kill and you'll get whatever you want. Today had to be the day. He couldn't take the mystery anymore. He wanted Toboe to know him - he wanted the boy to be in his house. Alone. With him.
"But first," Tsume smirked. 'I've gotta make a stop at a high school.'
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In Hige's car. They had just finished dropping Toboe off, and were now on their way to the high school.
"Are you all right?" Hige asked. "You always seem distracted, nowadays."
Kiba shook his head. He really was fine, he just didn't feel like talking this morning.
"Well, here's some good news." Hige took control of the situation. "My parents said they have to go away on business."
"So?"
"So? Kiba this is what we've been waiting for - - a moment alone. It's been like..." He held a finger or two up. 'Two weeks since the last time you and me did anything really good."
"Hunh, has it really been that long?" He joked. "Besides, we've been over this before. I'm worried about Toboe staying alone."
"So send him to the Lebowsky's house with Cheza." That actually sounded like a good idea to Kiba. "I'm sure him and Cheza would love a sleepover."
Kiba thought it over then smiled. "You know what, that's really not a bad idea. When are they leaving?"
"Wednesday coming up." Hige was full-on giddy now. "I'll even tell them to go shopping before they leave, so we can have something to eat."
"You're always thinking about food," he hit his boyfriend's arm teasingly. "I'd be jealous if it weren't for the fact that it looks less than attractive when you see it again."
Hige laughed saying, "You're sick, Kiba, that's why you should just keep quiet for a change." He teased.
Seeing the school a few yards ahead, Kiba sighed. "Hey, Hige, I was..."
"Hang on, I'm switching into school-mode." Hige put on a drab face that basically said: "shoot me".
Kiba could only smile at his idiot boyfriend. Hige knows he likes school, just as much as he does. But Kiba had to admit it, if he had the option of going or staying at home with Hige... He would, without hesitation, choose option two. But he wouldn't tell Hige that, or they'd never go.
"Hey, kid," Tsume was saying. "I was wondering if you know a guy named..."
"Hey, you're that model, aren't you?!" The teen seemed overjoyed at the thought.
Tsume growled muttering, "Yeah, but listen..."
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Whatever - will you just shut up and listen!"
The snapped-at seemed taken aback by Tsume shouting at him, but he nodded that he was listening.
"Look, I need to know if you know a guy named Kiba?"
The teen thought a moment. "You mean Kiba Wolf? Yeah, he's in my calligraphy class." He blinked wondering. "Why? Is he your friend or something?"
'Hardly.' Tsume took the younger male's notebook from his hand - a fake smile plastered to his face, and he began to sign his signature. "What I want is for you to sort of... ya know, pick a fight with him."
"... Ooookaaay, but, what for?"
"I have my reasons... Just see to it that he gets into detention. Alright?" He handed the book back to the hopefully helpful teen.
The fan smiled down at the signature that read: To my number one fan, my best, Tsume Keina. "No problem. Hey, my girlfriend thinks you're hawt."
Tsume rolled his eyes, the gesture hidden by his shades; and turning on his heels he walked away. 'Wait!' He turned to say something but his unspoken words were already receiving a reply.
"I never saw you!" Though he shouted it loud enough for anyone to know that he had!
'Alright, now when Toboe comes out of the building he won't see his brother there to pick him up.' He climbed onto his motorcycle. 'I'll of course have already showed up to tell the principal that Kiba sent me to get him. Toboe will recognize me, and come with me, and after that... the fun starts.'
Dropping his foot down on the pedal, he revved the motorcycle's engine and started away from the school. He had to go wait at the elementary school until it let out. He couldn't spare a second in his plan or someone may already get to the boy before he does.
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'Shit, where did I put my brushes?' Kiba dug through his schoolbag, cursing quietly at the missing brushes - wherever they were. He was sure he brought them today.
The antagonist-for-hire swallowed hard as he watched Kiba searching through his things. He was beginning to wimp out. 'No.' He shook his head. 'I promised Mr. Keina I'd do this for him.' Gathering his courage, he reached an arm out knocking over the ink on Kiba's table.
The black liquid ran across the table, planning to drip onto Kiba's lap but the somber male got up to his feet before it could do any damage to his clothes. "Yuji?"
"Aaaww," Yuji nervously swallowed again. "Looks like you made a little messy there, Kiba."
The Wolf teen's eye twitched in annoyance, he hadn't seen what happened but from the sound in the creep's voice it wasn't an accident. "You got a problem, Yuji?"
Yuji shrugged his hands. "My only problem is that I'm sitting next to you."
'What the hell is this kids problem,' Kiba wondered. 'he usually just keeps to himself.' "Look, I don't know what your problem is today - nor do I care, just keep it to yourself, you got it?!"
"Ooh BIG MAN, you gonna make me shut up."
"What?" Kiba was getting confused now. He's obviously up to something. But why?
The teacher had been speaking with another student, therefore hadn't heard either of the pair's exchange in words. It wasn't until Yuji had said something about Hige, that Kiba couldn't take it anymore.
He lunged at the jabber-mouth, picking him up by his shirt with every means in the world to knock his lights out, but the teacher had showed up just in time to stop him. "Somebody had better start talking, and I mean right now!"
"It's Kiba - he just..." The phony victim searched for a word. "pounced on me! Out of nowhere!"
"What?" Turning to the teacher, Kiba tried to explain the situation. "Mr. Chou, you don't understand; Yuji started..."
"I don't care who started what, I'm gonna end it." The man snapped. "Detention for the both of you."
"But I have to pick up my little brother from school..."
"Well he'd better learn the fine art of taking the bus, shouldn't he?"
The teacher walked to the front of the room, bitter now; he was ready to start a hells worth of lessons for them. Kiba sat down Indian-style in front of his small work table; just then remembering that the ink had been spilt out of the jar, he raised his hand.
"What is it, Mr. Wolf?" Mr. Chou asked with agitation behind his voice.
"Can I get paper towels to clean up the ink?"
The teacher had thought it over. Just because he's angry doesn't mean he should leave the kid sitting in the mess. Snapping his fingers, he says. "Make it quick."
"Yes, sir." After shooting Yuji a dirty glare, Kiba left the classroom. 'Of all the days.' With a sigh of annoyance, he went into the men's room to get the paper towels.
Yuji felt bad for what he had done, but then again... this was for Tsume Keina, world famous model! And he was so nice to give him an autograph, even! He just hoped Kiba wasn't too mad at him.
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