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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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Tsume waved hello to the doorman as he, and his new friend, walked inside the building. The doorman seemed shocked, at first, but his face soon melted into a smile as he greeted the renter back with a warm. "Good afternoon, sir."
Toboe was impressed. "Wow, you must know everybody." He looked back at the doorman.
"More of less that everybody knows me." Tsume replied more grufly than he'd meant to. He pressing the button for the elevator door.
The pair didn't have to wait long as the two metal doors slid apart from each other to let them on. Toboe seemed hesitant - he thought that they would just wait in the lobby; and use the phone down there to call his brother. But Tsume had other plans.
The model pulled a key from his pokcet; he smiled down at his guest. "I've got my own private floor above all the other ones." He said wagging the card key before he stuck it into the slot.
"That's so cool!" Toboe beamed, his hand reached out grabbing the nearest thing to him - Tsume's wrist - when the elevator started to move. The movement always made Toboe feel kinda sick.
Tsume glanced down, quickly closing his eyes to ward off the heat that was creeping up on his face. 'Hm? There's that smell again. I thought it was the car.' He, unnoticed by the person beside him, took in a whiff of air over Toboe then opened his eyes. "You smell really nice - is that cologne?"
"Huh?" The spaced-out teen seemed confused. "Oh!" He chuckled. "Mrs. Cher hugged me this morning." He raised his arm and smelled himself. "Her perfume must have stuck to my clothes."
"Aa." He nodded.
Toboe blushed then, making nervous laughter. "I'm not old enough to wear cologne, and be all suave."
"Oh? How old are you?" He asked, even though he already knew.
"Fourteen." The teen smiled. "Seventh grade... I turned fourteen over the Spring."
Tsume nodded, making a mental note. His birthday is in Spring.
"How..." Toboe trailed off.
"Yes?"
"If I can ask..." He made a small bow of repect. "How old are you?"
"Twenty two." Tsume replied easily.
"Wow... You look like you might be my brother's age - He's seventeen."
"Mm." He nodded again. The elevator slid to a stop and popped open. "Here we are."
Toboe's mouth dropped open seeing the large hallway. "You live here all by yourself?"
They walked off the elevator. Much to Tsume's disappointment, Toboe let go of his wrist once they got off the elevator. He frowned slightly, but quickly changed his face back to expressionless. "I live on this floor, but with one other guy."
"It never fails," said a large man, behind the cover of a clothes basket. "Let one thing fall on the floor, two others wanna go with it..." The man squatted down, reaching blindly for the fallen pieces of clothing. Just as his fingers brushed past them, the clothes seemed to magically move away.
"Good," Tsume commented; bringing the clothes up to his nose, giving them a fake sniff, he made a sour expression at the smell. "You're doing laundry; I have a few things for you to take."
"Not again..." The man sighed. "Come on, Tsume, wash your own laundry."
"Uuum, sir, he went inside his apartment." Toboe informed.
"Wha...? Oh... Well... Hi, there. Who are you?" The man asked, lowering the basket enough to see the speaker's face.
Toboe smiled brightly greeting the man. "My name's Toboe."
"Jet Black, glad to meet you."
Tsume listened to the two converse as he walked into his bedroom; grabbing this morning's sullied under garments from the side of his bed, he then walked back into the hall dropping them onto Jet's pile of dirty clothes.
The man took one look at the stained shirt and boxers, the familiar smell blew up his nose when they were dropped onto the pile, and he made a sincere sour face. "Seriously; Tsume you really need to learn how to wash your own clothes..." He turned to leave for the laundry room, mumbling as he went. "or at least get one of the other tenants to do it."
Toboe watched after the man before he turned his gaze to Tsume. "He's really nice. He told me he used to be a famous boxer."
"He still is famous." Tsume gestured for Toboe to go inside. "Jet just likes to pretend he's retired so people will watch his matches, as if they're going to be his last."
"What happened to his arm?" The curious teen asked while entering the large apartment room.
"He lost it as a teenager and had to get a prosthetic one - he has two of 'em."
"Cool." But Toboe was really surprised when he saw the size of the room and the design. "Aaaaa!" He blinked hard looking at everything with excited eyes. Taking in as much as he could.
Tsume smiled, pleased that Toboe liked the look of his place. "The phone's over there." He pointed before he disappeared into a closet, where his jacket was removed. Closing the door behind him, he then walked into the kitchen and began to rummage through the cabinets.
The young teen walked over to the telephone - and even that had impressed him. It was silver and black with a blue light coming from underneath it - light as well from the face of the phone. He dailed the number to his house waiting for his brother to answer.
'Come on, Kiba, pick up.' The machine came on, playing the message his brother made. Toboe sighed when he heard the beep sounding through his ear. "Hi, Kiba. Don't worry I'm fine. I'm with my friend - Tsume Keina - can you believe it?!"
Tsume eavesdropped on Toboe's conversation; smiling as he heard the comfortable conversation voice, wishing that he could be spoken to with it. 'Who cares about that, he called me his friend.' The model beamed all-the-more overjoyed.
"So, anyway, you gotta come pick me up. The address is... is?"
"Banzai Gardens on West 23rd." Tsume informed.
"Banzai Gardens on West 23rd." Repeated Toboe. "I'll be waiting for you in the lobby, okay? Where were you, anyway?" Seeing Tsume approach from the side of his eye, Toboe ended the conversation with a quick, "See ya, bye." Placing a hand behind his head, he smiled. "Ahehehe, I got the machine..." He thought to himself for a second. "I wonder where my brother could be? He's never been late picking me up from school before."
"Maybe he got held up." Tsume sat on the couch, close enough to the arm of the chair, but far enough away so that someone rather small or thin could sit down beside him. "Sit down and relax a bit."
"Okay." Toboe felt that surge of nervousness pick up in him again. He sat down on the couch the farthest away from where Tsume had sat, but close enough to not seem rude. "You've got a really nice place here."
"Thank you." Tsume thought quietly for a moment, then pointed in the distance. "Mind if I smoke?"
"N-no! Not at all, smoke away." Toboe shrugged. "Heck, even I smoke sometimes."
Tsume stood up from the couch; cocking an eyebrow as he crossed the room to get his pack of cigarettes. "Yeah right, kid." He laughed sweetly as he patted one out of the pack when returning to the couch; only he sat down practically hip to hip with his young guest.
Toboe smirked teasingly. "Well, maybe I don't. But I could, if I wanted to."
Tsume shook his head as he lit up. "You could never smoke."
"Oh yeah?" Toboe challenged with a teasing voice.
"Yeah."
"Fine, then; gimme that cigarette and I'll show you."
Tsume laughed taking the cigarette from his mouth, holding it out from the teen's reach. "I don't think so, kid; your brother would kill me."
"Hahaha, he's the least of your troubles, if you keep smoking." He continued reaching for the cigarette with no real intention of grabbing it from the model. He was so forceful, in fact, that he knocked Tsume back onto the couch with him on top of him.
The two of them swallowed seeing each other eye to eye for the first time. But when Toboe felt the heat generating from Tsume's hips he couldn't help but blush a little. 'It's such a weird feeling,' Toboe thought to himself. 'But it feels like... maybe if I wantd to kiss him... it would be okay.' He shook his head. 'No, what was I thinking.' He pushed himself free from the older man's body. "I'm sorry."
Tsume was also a little hot under the collar. He steadied his foot on the carpet pushing himself to a seated position on the couch. "No, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable or anything." He took a drag from his cigarette - God knows he needed it right then.
Toboe still felt completely embarrassed by the whole thing, and he began to fiddle nervously with the stitching of his jeans, thinking that Tsume would be insulted and kick him out. Leaving him alone in a strange place to fend for himself.
Tsume got up from the couch heading towards the kitchen.
"Where're you going?" Toboe asked with a slight frown in his voice.
"I thought you might like something to eat, or drink," Tsume went on explaining. "I always wanted a snack after school, when I'd gone. And it could be a while before your brother gets your message."
"A snack sounds good." But in the back of his mind he couldn't help but think. 'Good, he's not mad at me... I thought for sure he'd think I was some sicko. Kids don't like older guys - and older guys don't like teenagers... But still, I can't ignore the fact that maybe... part of me liked feeling him that close to me.'
"I've got cookies, chips..." Tsume offered, snapping Toboe from the ride on his train of thought. "..or, would you rather have something more dinner-like?"
"Hahaha, that's a bad invitation. I like some pretty weird stuff." He replied to the invitation.
"Try me." Tsume said, grabbing the cookies from the shelf.
"Do you like..." He thought for a moment. "Macaroni and hot dogs?"
"An American food?" Tsume thought. "What, like separate?"
Toboe smiled knowing that he won. "No, I mean together."
Tsume laughed softly. "I think I'll pass."
"Thought so."
Going to the cabinets, Tsume grabbed two glasses down for them, setting them on the countertop. "Would you like some milk?"
"Sure." Toboe had began to look around the room again. There were so many things in the room that looked really expensive. Some of them foreign. 'I'll bet Kiba would really like some of the things in here... Kiba? Where could he be?'
Tsume returned to the living room with two glasses of milk in one hand and the package of cookies in the other. His cigarette had been put out in the kitchen, he no longer has it with him. "Here you are." He set the glasses down, and then handed the bag of cookies to Toboe. "You like chocolate chip?"
"Yeah, they're my favorite." Toboe couldn't hide the sadness in his voice, even though he was trying really hard to.
"What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" Asked Tsume, his eyes were full of concern - he was sure everything was alright.
"No, it's fine" He shook his head solemnly. "It's just that... I'm worried about my brother, Kiba."
"Worried, why?"
"He's never late with picking me up... I think something might have happened to him." He looked at Tsume, right in the eyes; so sincerely full of worry that the crushing model felt sorry for what he'd done. Though, selfishly, underneath it all, Tsume really wanted to kiss him. Ease trouble away. But he knew better than that.
"I'm sure he's fine," Tsume comforted him with his words, even though he wanted to hug Toboe to him, he thought it was better not to touch him. After their little lay down session, he was still feeling a little hot in his lower regions. "Maybe he had to stay after school for some reason?"
Toboe thought it over. "Yeah... yeah, maybe." He sounded a little more relaxed. 'Duh, why didn't I think of that. Lots of people have to stay after school, when they sign up for sports. Jin does all the time. Hahaha.' His happiness showed on the outside, too. "You're right. Kiba's probably trying out for an after school sport, and just forgot to tell me."
"Right." Tsume patted Toboe's shoulder for reassurance.
Toboe bit into a cookie; he suddenly called attention to the object in the room he was looking at before. "You've got a lot of nice things. Did you buy them all yourself?"
"What do you mean?" Asked Tsume, glad Toboe was feeling better - and a bit more comfortable - he actually seemed to be speaking to him with his phone voice, the same one that he used with Kiba.
"I mean, did you buy them all yourself or were they gifts?"
Tsume looked around the living room, then pointed to a lamp. "That was given to me by a close friend of mine. She's a super model turned singer." Tsume commented. "Have you ever heard of Faye Valentine?"
Toboe's face lit up. "Have I ever, she sang that one song they play on the radio all the time. It's kinda scary when you're alone, though."
Tsume laughed hearing that. He's ever thought about it himself. He always considered 'The Real Folk Blues' as a little out-dated sounding for these modern times.
Toboe blushed hearing Tsume's laugh. He thought it sounded really... cute. And he wasn't shy about the idea of himself liking guys. His brother is gay, after all. And Kiba has never made any kind of objections as to whether Toboe went one way or the other. I've gotta stop thinking like this! Tsume's old enough to be my... well, older brother!'
"Would you like a tour?" Tsume stood holding out a hand to help him up from the couch.
"Sure!" Toboe grabbed a hold of it popping up out of the chair, releasing the help once on his feet. "I've never been inside an apartment before. I always thought it was just like a hotel room. You know, like the ones they have in America."
"Mm." They moved away from the coffee table, heading into the kitchen.
"Have you ever been to America?" Asked the curious teen.
"Yeah. I've been to Europe,l too. That's where I spent most of my career." Tsume said without a hint of boast in his voice.
Toboe's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He never dreamed of meeting someone that came from or has travelled anywhere else. "Can you speak another language and everything?"
"I can speak four different languages." Tsume counted, his fingers came up as he said each. "French, Italian, English, and Spanish."
"Cool..." Toboe pouted a moment. "All I can speak is Japanese." A smile lit his face again. "Can you speak some for me?!"
"What do you wanna hear?" He led Toboe towards the kitchen.
"Uuumm, how 'bout Italian?"
"Okay," Kneeling down, he took Toboe's hand; looking him straight in the eye then said. "L'amo, Toboe."
He listened to the word and smiled. "That sounds really pretty. What does it mean?"
Tsume stood, placing his hands on the young teen's shoulders. "Come on, let me show you the kitchen."
# #
Hige stood around outside of the school; rocking on his heels to entertain himself. He was bored to tears and three seconds away from going into that building; knocking out a few teachers to spring Kiba from the joint. As though he had thought the use of a secret word, the large double-doors shoved open and his lover emerged with a subdued look on his face.
"Remind me never to wait for you again." Hige teased.
"Yeah," Kiba walked down the stairs of the entry way two at a time. Hige following along as though he had an invisable string attached to him. "What time is it, by the way? I need to get home and get dinner started, before Toboe decides it's too late and we have to order something."
"Hahaha, that kid learns more from me everyday." The oranget laughed.
Kiba shot Hige a heated glance but his chipper lover just shrugged. "Aheh, come on, Kiba, someone's gotta give him a back-bone." They headed for the parking lot. "It's around four fifty."
"Shit, it's that late?" Kiba had no idea; his head had been down the entire time in detention, as he wished like hell he wasn't stuck in that damned classroom.
"Hey, if you guys want something bought for dinner, I'm your man!" He pulled open the driver's side. "It's as good of an excuse as any to stay over for dinner."
Kiba rolled his eyes, slipping into the car. "We've been over this before. I don't wanna spoil Toboe - Besides that, I can't take money from you." He pulled his seatbelt over his shoulder clicking it into its base. "It wouldn't feel right."
"Not if I wanna do it!" He started the car. "Kibaaa...?"
"Higeee..."
Hige rolled his eyes now, gluing on a smile. "I'm taking you out for lunch tomorrow, Wolf. Whether you like it or not." The car backed out of the school parking lot.
"I'm shaking." Kiba teased. "...I just hope Toboe isn't getting into anything at home."
"Maybe Cher took him home with her." He figured with a shrug. "And you and me could maybeee... prolong our getting him from over there."
Kiba shook his head, "Out of the question. I have to make sure Toboe is all right, and knows why I wasn't there to get him."
"Yeah. Hey, what did that note say, anyway?" Hige just remembered.
"Huh, it just said that he was sorry; and that he was having a bad day that he took out on me." He turned his attention out the window. "No big deal."
"Thought so," Hige grinned. "The oooold pebble in the shoe."
"Hahaha, you're such an i.."
Hige cut him off saying. "Interesting guy - I know."
...
Kiba waved good bye to Hige, then he walked into his house. Closing the door behind him, he turned the lock over and dropped his bookbag onto the floor. "Toboeee!?" He walked into the kitchen. Empty. Going into the living room, he saw the same thing. 'He must be upstairs.'
Kiba walked over to the answering machine seeing that several messages were left on it. "Toboe?!" He called again. Pressing rewind, Kiba played the messages over as he sorted through the mail.
"Kiba, this is Cher," her voice sounded funny somehow - as though it were... frantic almost. "It's Toboe..." This got Kiba's attention. "Are you at home, I really would rather you pick up the phone."
Toboe! Kiba forgot about the rest of the messages and picked up the phone dailing Cher's cell number. "Cher, are you there?!"
"Kiba!" She sounded just as frantic as in her message. "Kiba, I am so sorry; it's my fault; I never should have..."
"What about Toboe, Cher, tell me!"
"Kiba... He's been abducted."
Kiba's heart dropped to the floor along with the phone receiver. 'Toboe's... Missing...' He couldn't breathe. His head began to swim. Images of his happy little brother were being ripped from his mind one by one all the way back to that day, when he lost everything.
Mommy! Daddy! The boy shouted.
His father frantically fumbled with the seatbelt on Toboe's car seat. "Protect your brother!" His father shouted. "Take care of Toboe!"
His father's words echoed through his mind - over and over and over again.
Without realizing it, Kiba began to press buttons on the phone trying to dial Hige's phone number. His heart was pounding through his ears. He had to get ahold of Hige. "8-2-4," He said the numbers outloud without even knowing that he was speaking them. "Come on, Hige, pick up the phone!" Tears dropped down onto his hand. rolling onto the side table.
"Kiba!" Hige shouted as he burst through the door front door of the Wolf home. "I got Cher's message, is Toboe there?!"
"Hige..." He wept out; bending down to get the receiver, he held it to his ear speaking in a strange voice. "I need your help."
"Kiba..." He dropped to the floor and picked his lover up to his feet. "We gotta go look for him. Cher said the cops were already searching. But we know where he would go, so we gotta look, too." He coughed out the accumulated sorrow. "I..." He let a few more tears fall from his eyes.
"Kiba?"
Taking a deep breath of air, he calmed himself down long enough to say. "We should split up. You look up town and I'll look down, Hige, please hurry."
Kiba was trembling.
Hige had never seen him like this before. It was scaring him. "Okay, come on." He turned to the door. "We gotta hurry!"
Kiba hopped into his car, Hige in his, and the two of them tore down the streets in search of Toboe.
# #
"I really like your bedroom," Toboe felt a bit embarrassed, though. "It kinda reminds me of a cheetah den." He laughed.
Tsume nodded. It was understandable, Tsume had leopard printed blankets over his black sheets. The two of them walked back into the living room, over to the couch then they sat down.
"I forgot about my snack." Toboe reached for his cup of milk, took a drink from it then set the cup back down beside Tsume's.
"It's getting late," Tsume reached for the glass that was his; turning his gaze to Toboe - who's distracted - and picked up the teen's glass as though he hadn't realized he'd done it, then he drank from the same side Toboe had.
"It is getting late." Toboe looked at the digital clock on the table. "5:18!?" He frowned a little bit. 'Where's Kiba, anyway? Did he forget about me? Maybe he went to Hige's house and thinks I'm at Mrs. Cher's... Maybe I could call her! She has a cellphone.'
"Would you like some dinner?" Asked Tsume. "I can order anything you like?"
Toboe's uneasiness at the moment seemed to fade, and a smile lit up his face. "Could I have McDonalds and everything?"
"Everything you can pronounce," Replied Tsume, glad that he made his guest happy. "McDonald's, was it? I can get my driver to get it for us."
"That sounds good. I like the cheese burgers, please."
"You got it." Tsume got up from the chair and crossed the room for the phone. Toboe followed him with his eyes. This was the coolest visit he's ever been on. But he still wished he could go home. He missed his brother, and Hige. 'Am I ever gonna get to go home?'
"Try to be quick about it." Tsume was saying.
"Tsume," he said with a shy tone. "would it be alright if I called Mrs. Cher? I don't think Kiba came home yet; and I should be going now. I don't wanna be late for school tomorrow."
"You can call whomever you like. My phone is your phone - you're my guest."
Toboe smiled, walking over to the phone. Tsume smiled, as well; delighting in the perfume again. He didn't care that it was a woman's, Toboe wore it better.
"Hey, Mrs. Cher!" Toboe said cheerfully.
"Toboe!? Oh my god, are you ok?" The woman sounded horrified and relieved at the same time.
"Sure I am," he was confused. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Hubb told me you went off with some strange man, and... Where are you?" She asked.
"No, I'm fine - really. I'm with Tsume Keina - the model! Isn't that cool?" Toboe couldn't hide his excitement to tell someone he was with a famous person.
"Nooo, Toboe. No it's not cool. Where are you? I'm sending your brother over to get you right now." Cher placed a hand over her heart. Toboe is fine. Thank god! "Tell me where you are."
Toboe frowned, he didn't know what he done was wrong. Or that people were worried about him. Didn't anybody get his message? "I'm at Banzai Gardens, West 23rd st."
"Banzai, West 23rd. Got it." Cher whispered something quietly to Toboe that Tsume couldn't hear through the phone - unlike when she had been shouting - before Toboe said 'goodbye' and hung up.
"Mrs. Cher wants me to wait in the lobby. Will you wait with me until my brother comes?" The unknown to himself, missing teen asked.
"Of course I will," Tsume placed a hand on his shoulder. "Where's your bag?"
Toboe had to think a minute about that, he didn't know. "Right, it's in your car."
"The driver should be back pretty soon." He pulled out his cell and dialed the number for his car. "Jesshi? Toboe left his bag in my car, make sure you bring it out with you, okay? We'll meet you in the lobby."
"Yes, sir."
"Toboe?"
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you wanted an autographed picture - I'd gladly sign one for you." The model offered.
Toboe's face lit up! An autographed picture would be proof that he met him! "Sure, I'd really like that."
Tsume smiled in satisfaction, then put on a fake frown. "Shoot. I forgot, I'm out of pictures."
"Oh," Toboe frowned.
"I could take one though, with the both of us together." Tsume offered.
"Would you?" Restoring the cheer in his voice.
"Sure, let me get my phone." Tsume disappeared into his bedroom, returning with a cellphone in his hand. "Say cheese."
"Huh?" A series of clicks went off causing the teen to blink. "Ahaha, not one of me. You said the both of us."
"I know, I was just messing with you." Waving a hand, he said. "Sit on the couch."
Toboe did as he was told; Tsume grabbed a stand for the camera from the closet. Setting it on the stand he put the timer on ten seconds then walked over to the couch. As he sat down, he placed his hand on Toboe's thigh, close enough that if his fingers moved he would have touched a sacred area. Toboe made a weird face looking down with a blush as the camera went off.
"Um, I think I made a weird face in that one. Can we try again?"
"The timer is already set; just smile and wait." Tsume put his arm around him, and Toboe put his arm around Tsume. The two of them smiled and the camera took the picture. "That should be perfect."
"Yeah. I'd better go, though, my brother could be here any minute now."
"Right."
The two headed out of the apartment room, reaching the elevator they walked on. Unlike last time, Toboe held onto the bar behind them so he wouldn't feel sick. He had been distant since the phone call he'd made.
What did that woman say to him? Tsume wondered.
"Hey," he tapped the young teen with the back of his hand. "Cheer up, we're friends right. I'll give you the picture tomorrow at school - alright."
"Ok." Toboe replied with a weak smile. Cher's words wouldn't stop ringing through his head. Why would she say that?
He's a sicko, Toboe! Don't let him touch you! We're on our way there - just go to the lobby, if you can get away.
Tsume's not a sicko. Toboe thought. He's my friend.
"Here we are." The large doors opened for them.
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