Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Italian Sushi ❯ But Still.... ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Linkin Fantasy 
The letter that opened many
Anime/Manga: Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.15.2008 | Updated On: 05.15.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 323 | Status: Completed
The letter that opened many
Anime/Manga: Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.15.2008 | Updated On: 05.15.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 323 | Status: Completed
A.N: Thank you for reading this. Do you kow how long it took to think of a first chapter. You should all be proud of your peer pressuring skills they work. And as promised here is the sequel and I hope you all like it. Any reviews are very appreciated. Thank you. Fantasy.
Warning: Yaoi (how that is a warning I don't know from), sex- hooray, shouta sex (which means an adult and a minor) language aaand.... nope that's all.
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Two boxes sit atop the table in the kitchen of the Wolf home. One is nearly filled to the halfway of the old shoe box while the other is barely covering the bottom. Kiba ran the pair of orange handle scissors through the coupon magazine freeing one of the slips from the row for mayonaise. Two for one deal. Setting it into a box on the left side of the table, he looks through the booklet for another good deal. Toboe watched his brother a moment then slipped a coupon into the left box as well. A sneaky smile on the boy's face caught the sharp eye of his brother right away and the 19 year old plucked the coupon from the box to inspect it.
With a sigh, Kiba dropped the clipping into the right box. "Toboe, ice cream is a luxury item. You know that?"
"Come on Kiba, just one wouldn't hurt our budget too much." The 16 year old puts his hands over his head in pleading to his brother. "You made manager, shouldn't we be able to treat ourselves every now and then?"
Kiba shakes his head. "Toboe, you're never gonna know the value of a dollar if you keep wanting things like ice cream instead of bread."
Toboe blinked.
Casting glances at his brother, Kiba rolled his eyes. "Which do you think would last longer?"
"I know which one would taste better." Comments the boy, returning to his pile of clippings.
Watching his brother a moment, Kiba returns to his own pile. Toboe's grown up quite a bit since one winter ago. The boy never left the house without checking with his brother first and with his new cell phone he calls Kiba to assure him that he's made it safely to the place he has said he was going to go. Things were so crazy back then with his little brother deciding that he wanted was to be in love and with an older man of all people. If Toboe wanted to try his hand at mushy feelings he should have found someone his own age. But Kiba couldn't think of that right now. Tsume Keina has been out his brothers life for a year and a half, and though he's written him quite a few times his little brother never seemed phased by them. In fact, the boy seemed only to further harden and mature. It was nice in some ways and almost sad in others. Whereas Kiba wanted his little brother to grow up, he didn't want him to change from being the brat he's always been.
Since Tsume's departure and confession to being the one that started the fire in their cabin, things have been kind of strange between the Wolf brothers. Kiba wanted to have the man arrested for both breaking and entering, and starting a fire. But after finding his brother sad in his bedroom he knew that bringing something like that to the public eye would hurt him far worse than having the man leave the country. Plus, if anyone should investigate the situation they might have found out about Kiba's real age, which would bring social services into the picture and he would lose his little brother to foster care and he may never see him again. No. It was better to just let the past disappear along with the man. As far as the blank check the man sent they had cashed it; not a ridiculous sum just a good amount to fix a few things here and pay off a few things there. Toboe had wanted his burn removed but after a month of oppointments the pain was just too much for him to take and he wanted to stop. So his body is still burned but the small patch on his neck has been removed and has been healing nicely since, but his chest is still badly scarred.
The remaining 2,000 dollars they set aside for emergancy. Which is why, even though Kiba has made manager at the super market, they still shop to save rather than to spend what is earned like it grew on trees.
Remembering the fact that he has a workers discount, he decides to give in and he takes the ice cream coupon from the right box then drops it into the left.
Beaming, his growing up little brother threw his arms around his neck. "Thanks Kiba, you're the best!"
Kiba merely hugged the boy back a second before pushing him off. "Keep clipping, we have to go to the market later and I need to make sure I get everything on the list."
"Ay, ay." The boy teases. Looking through the papers, he picks one up from the supermarket a little further out of the way of their usual store. "Here we go, a sale on reeses pieces."
"Don't even think about it." Kiba smirks nudging his brothers arm just enough for him to cut the clipping in half.
Bewildered, Toboe snickers. His brother is more immature than he lets on.
The two boys clip in silence for a bit; the kitchen became one big coldran of concertrantion until the mail truck rolled past their home.
"I'll get it!" Announced the boy jumping up from his seat at the table. Rounding the corner from the kitchen Toboe pulls open the front door then scurries outside and down to the mailbox. Seeing Ms. Cher getting her mail as well, he waves to the woman happy that she saw him and waved back.
Sticking his hand into the box, he pulls out a few envelopes and a small box that had to be the game he'd ordered over the holiday that never came. Damn postal service. Rifling through the letters, he spots one with his name on it. The elegant hand writing gave away that it could only be from one person. Tsume. The model hadn't written him since last year when he finally figured out that Toboe had no intention of writing him back. Hn. If Tsume only knew that Toboe hadn't even read his letters to begin with he'd of stopped writing much sooner.
'But still.....' Toboe handled the letter in his hand, flipping it from front to back. On the back under the tip of the seal it read: Please read.
Toboe wondered if it were an emergancy or was Tsume just hoping that that would get his attention. It wasn't as if he hated the man he just... 'I would just rather forget about him.' He felt tears welling in his eyes. 'I wanna forget how he made me feel, what he's done to my family, how he's hurt my brother by loving me. How he's hurt me by letting me love him. But still....' Toboe swallowed hard, shaking his head to clear the rising emotions from his mind and heart, he puts on a smile then strolls back into the house.
Kiba had been watching his brother from the window and from the distant look on the boys face and rigid posture he would say that his brother has gotten another letter from Tsume. Turning his head when he sees the boy at the kitchen entrance, he doesn't even glance at the mail when his brother drops it on the table, keeping a letter in his hands and a small box. Kiba's left eye twitched by reflex wondering if it were a present from the man. But he promised himself he would no longer be angered by the mans existance. It happened, it shouldn't have, but its over now. No need to worry. And yet....
Trying to sound as casual as possible, Kiba asks. "What's in the box?"
Toboe snapped out of his stupor, looking at the box in his hands he says. "Video game, would you believe it took them this long to send it." He scoffs out a laugh, then walks past the kitchen to the stairs.
Kiba listens to his brothers foot steps on the stairs, slowly he gets up from his seat following after Toboe. His brother may have grown up in height a little and he may act mature when the time is needed but inside he's still a little guy, and his hearts been on some hell of a rollar coaster whether it was two years ago or just yesterday, it hurts. Even Kiba can understand that. And because of that, even if the guy is Tsume, its his brotherly duty to make Toboe feel better when he's feeling down.
The wooden stairs creak a bit under the weight of Kiba's pace, he wants to give his brother privacy even though he does want to comfort him. It can tear at you, the battle of whether he should let him handle things for himself or to buy the boy something and hug him until he feels better. But the minute he heard a sniffle he started up the stares at a quicker stride pausing only to knock on the boy's door.
"Toboe. Can I come in?" He asks through the door.
"Yeah."
Kiba can tell his brother was trying to cover up his sadness and sound as normal as possible. It didn't work. Opening the door he finds the boy sitting on his bed, back against the headboard, head titled over the DS in his lap as he attempted to hide his face. Walking over to the bed, Kiba takes a seat beside his brother, arm coming around the younger boy's shoulders.
"Would you believe it," the boy sniffles. "They sent me the wrong one." He burst into tears, wrapping his arms around his brother.
Glancing over his brother's shoulder, he sees the dresser open and inside is a pile of un-opened letters from the model, the most recent one sitting open on the dresser top. So that bastard was trying to upset him. He's got half a mind to tell the police about what Tsume did and being 19 and completely legal of age to be a gaurdian to his little brother, there would be no consequence to it.
"He wants to see me Kiba." Toboe sobbed into his brother's shoulder.
"Is that all he said?" Asks the older male.
Toboe let go of his brother, reaching for the letter handing it to him. "See. It says right there."
Kiba looked the letter over quickly then read it again slowly. There wasn't much to it. Tsume missed Toboe and he wanted him to spend spring break with him in Naples. That he has some days off of filming coming up and it would be nice to have Toboe there. It also said that he has the room and Kiba could bring Hige- well he said the fat one but Hige is probably whom the man meant.
Setting the letter down, he looks at his brother. "Well... do you wanna go?" He asked mostly because he thought that that was the thing bothering his brother the most. That he would say no. And he will say, no. Why should the man get what he wants? He's a pervert for one thing and the last thing Toboe needed was more heartache.
"I don't know... maybe.... no." He hesitated for a long moment then answered in more tears. "Yes." He began to cry again, this time it lasted for a bit.
The only other sounds in the room were of cars occassionally driving by the house. Kiba combs his fingers through his brothers burnt colored hair. When his brother began to wipe his eyes Kiba knew that the boy was ready to talk.
"Its hard to think about him, Kiba." Toboe explains. "On the one hand, I... I still kind of.... kind of like him." He admitted feeling guilty right after. "But on the other hand, I know I can't see him anymore- not just for me, but for you too. I know you don't like him."
"Its true, I don't. And I don't think that you should be seeing him." Kiba says in all honesty. "But, you're gonna be sixteen soon and..." he swallowed hard. "You should be making your own decisions."
Toboe looked at the letter laying next to him on the bed. Tickets inside, round trip. Tsume really wanted him to come. Spring break was a week away so its not as though he didn't have thinking time. 'Tsume... Tsume.' He thinks heavily about the ups and downs of seeing the man again. Each catagory climbing higher and higher at an even run. Looking over to his brother, he can see what the male is thinking. Don't.
With a sigh, Toboe says quietly. "I don't wanna go."
Not surprised, Kiba asks anyway. "Are you sure?"
Nodding, Toboe slides from the bed, letter in hand and he drops it into the trash in the corner of the room. "There. Its decided." Plastering on a fake smile, Toboe walks around the bed. "We should get to the store now, right Kiba?"
A bit concerned for his brothers 180, Kiba nods. "Yeah. And get your coat its windy today."
Groaning, Toboe leaves his bedroom and tramps downstairs for show.
Smiling faintly, Kiba looks over at the letters in his brother's dresser then to the tossed out letter in the trash can. He wondered if Tsume had left his number in any of them. Could he call him and tell him to back off? Would it work?
"Kiba come on!" Called Toboe from downstairs.
His brother got up from the bed and after one last glance at the un-opened letters he leaves the room.
It was a good movie, but then again maybe it wasn't. Toboe couldn't really tell his mind was elsewhere at the moment. Tsume's letter was consuming him with wonder and guilt and a little bit of excitement at seeing the man again. He'll be 27 this year. Old enough to be old. Old enough to continue being older than himself. No matter how many years Toboe grew up the mans age will still have that distance to his and his brother would still disapprove. Toboe had no idea he was beginning to shake with nervous tension as he reached for the jar of coated pecans and it almost slipped from his hand to the carpeted floor.
Nervous laughter leaves the boy's mouth before he sticks his spoon into the jar and eats a half spoon's worth of nuts. The two never actually eat pop corn or ice cream during movies, even though they bought it a few hours ago, they preferred eating just the topings for a sundae: banana's, those delicious cherries, nuts, sprinkles and things either alone or with a spoonful of Cool Whip to help it stick.
"I can't believe Ashtor's the one doing everything." Toboe says absently to cover his tracks.
Kiba cocked a brow. "Toboe, Ashtor's dead."
Blushing, he said. "Oh right, I meant the other guy... with the beard."
Concern flashed through the older males blue eyes. That note is weighing heavily on the poor boy. But there isn't much he can do about it. His mind is made up, Toboe can't go- even if the model wants him there, even if they have their own room to sleep in he doesn't trust himself not to slip up again and have something happen like last time. His brother... lost his virginity to that man. Tsume had no right to touch his brother, no right at all. And Kiba can feel that it was just to spite him. How can a man his age have pure feelings for someone Toboe's age. Men like Tsume are nothing but sick monsters who need to be jailed or worse.
The door bell caused both boys to jump from their thoughts. They had both been a little too deep in thought. Kiba pauses the DVD before standing up.
"I'll get it." He leaves into the hallway.
"Do I smell movie night?" Announces Hige.
Toboe couldn't hear his brother's reply as he slipped up the stairs into his bedroom. The recent note got him wondering about the other twelve and he just had to read them. He had to know. 'Does Tsume really miss me? Does he remember everything we did?' A blush stained his cheeks at the remembrance of that night he'd run away from home when he thought Kiba was keeping too many secrets from him. 'What could they say?' Crawling across his bed, he pulls the letters from the open drawer then turns to sit on his butt. The letter seemed to open itself as shaking hands fiddled and fondled with it. The stationary inside seemed to glow with the bright yellow color it is. Toboe's heart is beating so hard he swears its going to pop out of his chest. 'Calm down, Toboe. He's just a guy, nothing special... yeah nothing special to anyone but me.' Wetting his lips he glances at the bedroom door. He can still kind of hear Hige and his brother talking only they sound a bit further away which means his brother's boyfriend decided to stay for ice cream. Good. Distracting Kiba would keep him from catching him in the act. Its not as if his brother didn't want him to read them; everytime he got one in the mail each month he would ask 'so what did it say?' He's just reading them a little late is all.
Dear Toboe,
Italy is as it always is, beautiful. It could be better if you were here with me but I doubt that will happen. ...I can't stop thinking about you. I try but it always ends up the same way, me thinking about you and wanting to return to Japan just to see you again. Crazy, huh? The movie business is strange compared to the modeling world. No one spends longer than an hour tops on hair and make-up and even then most of it is self apply. I found out that the movie is going to have a yellow fade over it rather than the usual black and white, that should look interesting.
.....I hope you're doing alright. I miss you.
Tsume
Toboe wasn't going to cry, he felt no tears he just wanted to curl up in bed and never get out of it. Dispeling the feeling, he moves on to the next letter. This one is sweet and filled with antics that he and Faye have gotten into after the singer got off tour. The fourth letter was talk about the script and a bit of the movie but at the end Tsume had said again that he missed him and wanted to see him. By the twelth letter Toboe was nearly sobbing outloud as his used to be boyfriend seemed really sad about something. Sure he was just reading a letter that to anyone else came off as casual but Toboe could tell that Tsume was starting to realize that he was never going to write him back and he ended it with the knife in Toboe's heart. You haven't written me back, is it because you've finally realized what you've done. Do you hate me now? Do you hate what we had together? I'll understand if you do. I won't write you anymore. Good bye, Toboe.
'He must have changed his mind since then, because he wrote to me now. Tsume still cares about me and I still... I... wish I could stop caring about him. He's all wrong for me. Even I know that, looking back now how was I supposed to handle being taken into his bedroom? Laying out on his bed... letting him touch me.' He frowns deeply. 'I chose to do that and I hurt Kiba in the process and for what? Because he kept a secret from me. How could he not keep it a secret, its been a painful memory to him since he was a kid. I don't even remember our parents, everytime I think about them I see Kiba.' Rolling over on his stomach, he turns his head to the window looking out at the night sky. 'But still... Tsume, Tsume loves me. But he lied to me, he started that fire and left. But I can't erase him from my mind.'
Tears well in his eyes. "Why'd you have to choose me?" He asks aloud then begins to cry.
Downstairs. Kiba is cleaning up the toppings after Hige cast them aside while fixing himself a sundae. The Wolf boy's attention kept swaying from his boyfriend's chattering to the hall, stairs, and bedroom where his brother went to hang out. He's reading the letters from Tsume. Kiba was sure of that. What could the man have said to his brother each passing month. Why did he stop for a while then send one today? Was he hoping for a second chance? Does he think that He, Kiba, is the one who told Toboe not to write back.
'Bastard.' Thinks the male.
"Yoo hoo." Waving a hand in front of his boyfriends face, Hige leans over to line himself with Kiba's view. "You in there?"
Blinking, Kiba turns to look at the ginger haired male. "Huh?"
"Proves it." Hige shoves a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, a long enough pause while he chews a few nuts. "Mm." His tastebuds hum then he says. "What are you thinking about anyway?"
"Toboe. But I was listening." He moves past the male to the refrigerator to put the toppings away.
Cocking a brow suspiciously. "Oh yeah, than what did I say?"
"Something about college right?" Kiba says taking a bash at it. He was trying to listen to Hige, he really was but he just couldn't concentrate right now. He chose college because Hige's been talking about it since fourth quater came around. Kiba knew he couldn't go to college because it would leave Toboe alone for too long while he attended classes and his brother is still going to high school. Maybe he could take a year or so off, you know, wait until Toboe finished with school and then the two of them could attend college together. Hige might be a little lonely should he choose dorm life but that was up to the Moon boy.
Making a sound like a buzzer to indicate that Kiba is wrong, Hige smirks triumphantly that he was right for a change. "Wrooong. I was talking about spring break. What are you gonna be doing during it?"
"I don't know."
Unheard, Hige goes on. "I thought maybe we could go someplace nice this time instead of heading out to the beach like we always do."
"Like where?"
"Don't know." Hige shrugs. "Maybe to... Tokyo, or the country side."
"Tch. Or Italy." Kiba chided.
"Yeah or-..." His eyes widened. "You've got money to go there?! Kiba why are we still talking about this? The school won't miss us one week early of break. I say we go."
"We're not going Hige. I only said that as a joke."
Hopes dashed, his shoulders sag and he returns to eating his ice cream miserably. "Don't tease like that, it isn't funny." Swallowing a bite, he asks out of curiousity. "And where'd you get Italy from anyway."
"Tsume." He rests his lower back against the counter like Hige, arms crossed.
"Uh-oh. Haven't heard that name in a long time. Don't tell me the creep is coming back to Freeze city?"
"No. Worse. He wrote Toboe and asked for him to come and see him over break." Closing his eyes he sighs angrily. "The jerk sent him tickets just today. He even said that you and I were welcomed."
"Hm. To have invited you he must be desperate to see your brother." Quiet for a moment, he sticks out his elbow nudging Kiba's arm. "How'd the runt take it?"
"Cried."
"Oh."
"Mostly because he wasn't sure what he wanted to do." Looking up at the ceiling as though he could see through it at his little brother he says. "He's grown up so much over the past year and... I want him to be happy but, this guy is all wrong for him. He's 27 years old and he shouldn't be thinking even once about kids Toboe's age."
"But that's just it Kiba," Hige quips. "Toboe has matured, he's almost sixteen and I think he's got mind enough to know good situations from bad ones."
Fist balling up, Kiba glares at his boyfriend. "So you're saying I should let him go just because we'll be with him?"
"No I-.."
"You're saying I should let him be around a man that slept with him when he was fourteen?"
That shocked Hige. "When did he-..?"
"So than what are you saying, Hige!?"
"I'm just saying, don't push him." He holds up a hand telling the angered male to calm down. "The last time you pushed him he fled. He knows more than a little how much you dislike Tsume, but that isn't enough to make him stop liking the guy. He has to make up his own mind."
Kiba let out a loud breath threw his nose, eyes softening. "You're right. I shouldn't keep telling him how much I dislike the guy. It'll only hurt him in the end if he keeps trying to contradict his own thoughts with mine."
Grinning, he nods. "Yup. Just call me Hige-the-wise."
Skeptical, he smirks. "Well, Hige-the-wise, what am I supposed to do about all of this?"
With a shrug, Hige drops his empty bowl into the sink. "I don't have a clue. I said I was wise not all knowing. Better try a fortune teller when it comes to predicting future decisions like 'all expence paid trips' out of the country."
"Hn." He turned up his nose.
"Do you have work tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I have to miss school so you take Toboe with you alright?" He turns on the sink water then cleans the bowl Hige used.
"Alright. Thought the squirt took the bus though?"
"He does, its just in light of the current situation I'd rather he be driven tomorrow."
"Hm?" Still unsure what his boyfriend is getting at until Kiba gives him a certain displeased face he reserved only when talking about the lecherous model. "Oh right, the big bad wolf could be lerking about."
"Yeah."
"Well, as you wish your highness." Leaning over, he plants a quick kiss to Kiba's delicious lips especially mixed with his own, that still possess a little syrup on them, he waves a hand over his shoulder as he exits the kitchen. "I'll see ya after work."
"Bye."
"Bye."
When the front door closed, Kiba walked through the living room turning off the television. He locked the doors and windows, closed the curtains then headed upstiars to bed. A quick check in on his brother, he saw that the boy was asleep already. Backing out of the room, he closes the door then strolls into his own room. Already in his pajamas, he slips in under the covers and closes his eyes. 'It's gonna be one of those years.'
Warning: Yaoi (how that is a warning I don't know from), sex- hooray, shouta sex (which means an adult and a minor) language aaand.... nope that's all.
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Two boxes sit atop the table in the kitchen of the Wolf home. One is nearly filled to the halfway of the old shoe box while the other is barely covering the bottom. Kiba ran the pair of orange handle scissors through the coupon magazine freeing one of the slips from the row for mayonaise. Two for one deal. Setting it into a box on the left side of the table, he looks through the booklet for another good deal. Toboe watched his brother a moment then slipped a coupon into the left box as well. A sneaky smile on the boy's face caught the sharp eye of his brother right away and the 19 year old plucked the coupon from the box to inspect it.
With a sigh, Kiba dropped the clipping into the right box. "Toboe, ice cream is a luxury item. You know that?"
"Come on Kiba, just one wouldn't hurt our budget too much." The 16 year old puts his hands over his head in pleading to his brother. "You made manager, shouldn't we be able to treat ourselves every now and then?"
Kiba shakes his head. "Toboe, you're never gonna know the value of a dollar if you keep wanting things like ice cream instead of bread."
Toboe blinked.
Casting glances at his brother, Kiba rolled his eyes. "Which do you think would last longer?"
"I know which one would taste better." Comments the boy, returning to his pile of clippings.
Watching his brother a moment, Kiba returns to his own pile. Toboe's grown up quite a bit since one winter ago. The boy never left the house without checking with his brother first and with his new cell phone he calls Kiba to assure him that he's made it safely to the place he has said he was going to go. Things were so crazy back then with his little brother deciding that he wanted was to be in love and with an older man of all people. If Toboe wanted to try his hand at mushy feelings he should have found someone his own age. But Kiba couldn't think of that right now. Tsume Keina has been out his brothers life for a year and a half, and though he's written him quite a few times his little brother never seemed phased by them. In fact, the boy seemed only to further harden and mature. It was nice in some ways and almost sad in others. Whereas Kiba wanted his little brother to grow up, he didn't want him to change from being the brat he's always been.
Since Tsume's departure and confession to being the one that started the fire in their cabin, things have been kind of strange between the Wolf brothers. Kiba wanted to have the man arrested for both breaking and entering, and starting a fire. But after finding his brother sad in his bedroom he knew that bringing something like that to the public eye would hurt him far worse than having the man leave the country. Plus, if anyone should investigate the situation they might have found out about Kiba's real age, which would bring social services into the picture and he would lose his little brother to foster care and he may never see him again. No. It was better to just let the past disappear along with the man. As far as the blank check the man sent they had cashed it; not a ridiculous sum just a good amount to fix a few things here and pay off a few things there. Toboe had wanted his burn removed but after a month of oppointments the pain was just too much for him to take and he wanted to stop. So his body is still burned but the small patch on his neck has been removed and has been healing nicely since, but his chest is still badly scarred.
The remaining 2,000 dollars they set aside for emergancy. Which is why, even though Kiba has made manager at the super market, they still shop to save rather than to spend what is earned like it grew on trees.
Remembering the fact that he has a workers discount, he decides to give in and he takes the ice cream coupon from the right box then drops it into the left.
Beaming, his growing up little brother threw his arms around his neck. "Thanks Kiba, you're the best!"
Kiba merely hugged the boy back a second before pushing him off. "Keep clipping, we have to go to the market later and I need to make sure I get everything on the list."
"Ay, ay." The boy teases. Looking through the papers, he picks one up from the supermarket a little further out of the way of their usual store. "Here we go, a sale on reeses pieces."
"Don't even think about it." Kiba smirks nudging his brothers arm just enough for him to cut the clipping in half.
Bewildered, Toboe snickers. His brother is more immature than he lets on.
The two boys clip in silence for a bit; the kitchen became one big coldran of concertrantion until the mail truck rolled past their home.
"I'll get it!" Announced the boy jumping up from his seat at the table. Rounding the corner from the kitchen Toboe pulls open the front door then scurries outside and down to the mailbox. Seeing Ms. Cher getting her mail as well, he waves to the woman happy that she saw him and waved back.
Sticking his hand into the box, he pulls out a few envelopes and a small box that had to be the game he'd ordered over the holiday that never came. Damn postal service. Rifling through the letters, he spots one with his name on it. The elegant hand writing gave away that it could only be from one person. Tsume. The model hadn't written him since last year when he finally figured out that Toboe had no intention of writing him back. Hn. If Tsume only knew that Toboe hadn't even read his letters to begin with he'd of stopped writing much sooner.
'But still.....' Toboe handled the letter in his hand, flipping it from front to back. On the back under the tip of the seal it read: Please read.
Toboe wondered if it were an emergancy or was Tsume just hoping that that would get his attention. It wasn't as if he hated the man he just... 'I would just rather forget about him.' He felt tears welling in his eyes. 'I wanna forget how he made me feel, what he's done to my family, how he's hurt my brother by loving me. How he's hurt me by letting me love him. But still....' Toboe swallowed hard, shaking his head to clear the rising emotions from his mind and heart, he puts on a smile then strolls back into the house.
Kiba had been watching his brother from the window and from the distant look on the boys face and rigid posture he would say that his brother has gotten another letter from Tsume. Turning his head when he sees the boy at the kitchen entrance, he doesn't even glance at the mail when his brother drops it on the table, keeping a letter in his hands and a small box. Kiba's left eye twitched by reflex wondering if it were a present from the man. But he promised himself he would no longer be angered by the mans existance. It happened, it shouldn't have, but its over now. No need to worry. And yet....
Trying to sound as casual as possible, Kiba asks. "What's in the box?"
Toboe snapped out of his stupor, looking at the box in his hands he says. "Video game, would you believe it took them this long to send it." He scoffs out a laugh, then walks past the kitchen to the stairs.
Kiba listens to his brothers foot steps on the stairs, slowly he gets up from his seat following after Toboe. His brother may have grown up in height a little and he may act mature when the time is needed but inside he's still a little guy, and his hearts been on some hell of a rollar coaster whether it was two years ago or just yesterday, it hurts. Even Kiba can understand that. And because of that, even if the guy is Tsume, its his brotherly duty to make Toboe feel better when he's feeling down.
The wooden stairs creak a bit under the weight of Kiba's pace, he wants to give his brother privacy even though he does want to comfort him. It can tear at you, the battle of whether he should let him handle things for himself or to buy the boy something and hug him until he feels better. But the minute he heard a sniffle he started up the stares at a quicker stride pausing only to knock on the boy's door.
"Toboe. Can I come in?" He asks through the door.
"Yeah."
Kiba can tell his brother was trying to cover up his sadness and sound as normal as possible. It didn't work. Opening the door he finds the boy sitting on his bed, back against the headboard, head titled over the DS in his lap as he attempted to hide his face. Walking over to the bed, Kiba takes a seat beside his brother, arm coming around the younger boy's shoulders.
"Would you believe it," the boy sniffles. "They sent me the wrong one." He burst into tears, wrapping his arms around his brother.
Glancing over his brother's shoulder, he sees the dresser open and inside is a pile of un-opened letters from the model, the most recent one sitting open on the dresser top. So that bastard was trying to upset him. He's got half a mind to tell the police about what Tsume did and being 19 and completely legal of age to be a gaurdian to his little brother, there would be no consequence to it.
"He wants to see me Kiba." Toboe sobbed into his brother's shoulder.
"Is that all he said?" Asks the older male.
Toboe let go of his brother, reaching for the letter handing it to him. "See. It says right there."
Kiba looked the letter over quickly then read it again slowly. There wasn't much to it. Tsume missed Toboe and he wanted him to spend spring break with him in Naples. That he has some days off of filming coming up and it would be nice to have Toboe there. It also said that he has the room and Kiba could bring Hige- well he said the fat one but Hige is probably whom the man meant.
Setting the letter down, he looks at his brother. "Well... do you wanna go?" He asked mostly because he thought that that was the thing bothering his brother the most. That he would say no. And he will say, no. Why should the man get what he wants? He's a pervert for one thing and the last thing Toboe needed was more heartache.
"I don't know... maybe.... no." He hesitated for a long moment then answered in more tears. "Yes." He began to cry again, this time it lasted for a bit.
The only other sounds in the room were of cars occassionally driving by the house. Kiba combs his fingers through his brothers burnt colored hair. When his brother began to wipe his eyes Kiba knew that the boy was ready to talk.
"Its hard to think about him, Kiba." Toboe explains. "On the one hand, I... I still kind of.... kind of like him." He admitted feeling guilty right after. "But on the other hand, I know I can't see him anymore- not just for me, but for you too. I know you don't like him."
"Its true, I don't. And I don't think that you should be seeing him." Kiba says in all honesty. "But, you're gonna be sixteen soon and..." he swallowed hard. "You should be making your own decisions."
Toboe looked at the letter laying next to him on the bed. Tickets inside, round trip. Tsume really wanted him to come. Spring break was a week away so its not as though he didn't have thinking time. 'Tsume... Tsume.' He thinks heavily about the ups and downs of seeing the man again. Each catagory climbing higher and higher at an even run. Looking over to his brother, he can see what the male is thinking. Don't.
With a sigh, Toboe says quietly. "I don't wanna go."
Not surprised, Kiba asks anyway. "Are you sure?"
Nodding, Toboe slides from the bed, letter in hand and he drops it into the trash in the corner of the room. "There. Its decided." Plastering on a fake smile, Toboe walks around the bed. "We should get to the store now, right Kiba?"
A bit concerned for his brothers 180, Kiba nods. "Yeah. And get your coat its windy today."
Groaning, Toboe leaves his bedroom and tramps downstairs for show.
Smiling faintly, Kiba looks over at the letters in his brother's dresser then to the tossed out letter in the trash can. He wondered if Tsume had left his number in any of them. Could he call him and tell him to back off? Would it work?
"Kiba come on!" Called Toboe from downstairs.
His brother got up from the bed and after one last glance at the un-opened letters he leaves the room.
* * ^ * *
By six p.m. the two have cleaned the dishes and put them away once dried. Then they checked over the homework and after fixing any mistakes made the two Wolf brothers changed into their pajamas and settled into the living room for a movie. The curtains are closed to keep the light outside from getting in and reflecting on the screen. Kiba chose a pychological horror even though Toboe pointed out very clearly that he was old enough for gore and violence, at which point Kiba reminded him of a certain movie that had him sleeping in his bed for a week after an infected human bit into the side of a mans head in graphic detail. So pyschological it is.It was a good movie, but then again maybe it wasn't. Toboe couldn't really tell his mind was elsewhere at the moment. Tsume's letter was consuming him with wonder and guilt and a little bit of excitement at seeing the man again. He'll be 27 this year. Old enough to be old. Old enough to continue being older than himself. No matter how many years Toboe grew up the mans age will still have that distance to his and his brother would still disapprove. Toboe had no idea he was beginning to shake with nervous tension as he reached for the jar of coated pecans and it almost slipped from his hand to the carpeted floor.
Nervous laughter leaves the boy's mouth before he sticks his spoon into the jar and eats a half spoon's worth of nuts. The two never actually eat pop corn or ice cream during movies, even though they bought it a few hours ago, they preferred eating just the topings for a sundae: banana's, those delicious cherries, nuts, sprinkles and things either alone or with a spoonful of Cool Whip to help it stick.
"I can't believe Ashtor's the one doing everything." Toboe says absently to cover his tracks.
Kiba cocked a brow. "Toboe, Ashtor's dead."
Blushing, he said. "Oh right, I meant the other guy... with the beard."
Concern flashed through the older males blue eyes. That note is weighing heavily on the poor boy. But there isn't much he can do about it. His mind is made up, Toboe can't go- even if the model wants him there, even if they have their own room to sleep in he doesn't trust himself not to slip up again and have something happen like last time. His brother... lost his virginity to that man. Tsume had no right to touch his brother, no right at all. And Kiba can feel that it was just to spite him. How can a man his age have pure feelings for someone Toboe's age. Men like Tsume are nothing but sick monsters who need to be jailed or worse.
The door bell caused both boys to jump from their thoughts. They had both been a little too deep in thought. Kiba pauses the DVD before standing up.
"I'll get it." He leaves into the hallway.
"Do I smell movie night?" Announces Hige.
Toboe couldn't hear his brother's reply as he slipped up the stairs into his bedroom. The recent note got him wondering about the other twelve and he just had to read them. He had to know. 'Does Tsume really miss me? Does he remember everything we did?' A blush stained his cheeks at the remembrance of that night he'd run away from home when he thought Kiba was keeping too many secrets from him. 'What could they say?' Crawling across his bed, he pulls the letters from the open drawer then turns to sit on his butt. The letter seemed to open itself as shaking hands fiddled and fondled with it. The stationary inside seemed to glow with the bright yellow color it is. Toboe's heart is beating so hard he swears its going to pop out of his chest. 'Calm down, Toboe. He's just a guy, nothing special... yeah nothing special to anyone but me.' Wetting his lips he glances at the bedroom door. He can still kind of hear Hige and his brother talking only they sound a bit further away which means his brother's boyfriend decided to stay for ice cream. Good. Distracting Kiba would keep him from catching him in the act. Its not as if his brother didn't want him to read them; everytime he got one in the mail each month he would ask 'so what did it say?' He's just reading them a little late is all.
Dear Toboe,
Italy is as it always is, beautiful. It could be better if you were here with me but I doubt that will happen. ...I can't stop thinking about you. I try but it always ends up the same way, me thinking about you and wanting to return to Japan just to see you again. Crazy, huh? The movie business is strange compared to the modeling world. No one spends longer than an hour tops on hair and make-up and even then most of it is self apply. I found out that the movie is going to have a yellow fade over it rather than the usual black and white, that should look interesting.
.....I hope you're doing alright. I miss you.
Tsume
Toboe wasn't going to cry, he felt no tears he just wanted to curl up in bed and never get out of it. Dispeling the feeling, he moves on to the next letter. This one is sweet and filled with antics that he and Faye have gotten into after the singer got off tour. The fourth letter was talk about the script and a bit of the movie but at the end Tsume had said again that he missed him and wanted to see him. By the twelth letter Toboe was nearly sobbing outloud as his used to be boyfriend seemed really sad about something. Sure he was just reading a letter that to anyone else came off as casual but Toboe could tell that Tsume was starting to realize that he was never going to write him back and he ended it with the knife in Toboe's heart. You haven't written me back, is it because you've finally realized what you've done. Do you hate me now? Do you hate what we had together? I'll understand if you do. I won't write you anymore. Good bye, Toboe.
'He must have changed his mind since then, because he wrote to me now. Tsume still cares about me and I still... I... wish I could stop caring about him. He's all wrong for me. Even I know that, looking back now how was I supposed to handle being taken into his bedroom? Laying out on his bed... letting him touch me.' He frowns deeply. 'I chose to do that and I hurt Kiba in the process and for what? Because he kept a secret from me. How could he not keep it a secret, its been a painful memory to him since he was a kid. I don't even remember our parents, everytime I think about them I see Kiba.' Rolling over on his stomach, he turns his head to the window looking out at the night sky. 'But still... Tsume, Tsume loves me. But he lied to me, he started that fire and left. But I can't erase him from my mind.'
Tears well in his eyes. "Why'd you have to choose me?" He asks aloud then begins to cry.
Downstairs. Kiba is cleaning up the toppings after Hige cast them aside while fixing himself a sundae. The Wolf boy's attention kept swaying from his boyfriend's chattering to the hall, stairs, and bedroom where his brother went to hang out. He's reading the letters from Tsume. Kiba was sure of that. What could the man have said to his brother each passing month. Why did he stop for a while then send one today? Was he hoping for a second chance? Does he think that He, Kiba, is the one who told Toboe not to write back.
'Bastard.' Thinks the male.
"Yoo hoo." Waving a hand in front of his boyfriends face, Hige leans over to line himself with Kiba's view. "You in there?"
Blinking, Kiba turns to look at the ginger haired male. "Huh?"
"Proves it." Hige shoves a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, a long enough pause while he chews a few nuts. "Mm." His tastebuds hum then he says. "What are you thinking about anyway?"
"Toboe. But I was listening." He moves past the male to the refrigerator to put the toppings away.
Cocking a brow suspiciously. "Oh yeah, than what did I say?"
"Something about college right?" Kiba says taking a bash at it. He was trying to listen to Hige, he really was but he just couldn't concentrate right now. He chose college because Hige's been talking about it since fourth quater came around. Kiba knew he couldn't go to college because it would leave Toboe alone for too long while he attended classes and his brother is still going to high school. Maybe he could take a year or so off, you know, wait until Toboe finished with school and then the two of them could attend college together. Hige might be a little lonely should he choose dorm life but that was up to the Moon boy.
Making a sound like a buzzer to indicate that Kiba is wrong, Hige smirks triumphantly that he was right for a change. "Wrooong. I was talking about spring break. What are you gonna be doing during it?"
"I don't know."
Unheard, Hige goes on. "I thought maybe we could go someplace nice this time instead of heading out to the beach like we always do."
"Like where?"
"Don't know." Hige shrugs. "Maybe to... Tokyo, or the country side."
"Tch. Or Italy." Kiba chided.
"Yeah or-..." His eyes widened. "You've got money to go there?! Kiba why are we still talking about this? The school won't miss us one week early of break. I say we go."
"We're not going Hige. I only said that as a joke."
Hopes dashed, his shoulders sag and he returns to eating his ice cream miserably. "Don't tease like that, it isn't funny." Swallowing a bite, he asks out of curiousity. "And where'd you get Italy from anyway."
"Tsume." He rests his lower back against the counter like Hige, arms crossed.
"Uh-oh. Haven't heard that name in a long time. Don't tell me the creep is coming back to Freeze city?"
"No. Worse. He wrote Toboe and asked for him to come and see him over break." Closing his eyes he sighs angrily. "The jerk sent him tickets just today. He even said that you and I were welcomed."
"Hm. To have invited you he must be desperate to see your brother." Quiet for a moment, he sticks out his elbow nudging Kiba's arm. "How'd the runt take it?"
"Cried."
"Oh."
"Mostly because he wasn't sure what he wanted to do." Looking up at the ceiling as though he could see through it at his little brother he says. "He's grown up so much over the past year and... I want him to be happy but, this guy is all wrong for him. He's 27 years old and he shouldn't be thinking even once about kids Toboe's age."
"But that's just it Kiba," Hige quips. "Toboe has matured, he's almost sixteen and I think he's got mind enough to know good situations from bad ones."
Fist balling up, Kiba glares at his boyfriend. "So you're saying I should let him go just because we'll be with him?"
"No I-.."
"You're saying I should let him be around a man that slept with him when he was fourteen?"
That shocked Hige. "When did he-..?"
"So than what are you saying, Hige!?"
"I'm just saying, don't push him." He holds up a hand telling the angered male to calm down. "The last time you pushed him he fled. He knows more than a little how much you dislike Tsume, but that isn't enough to make him stop liking the guy. He has to make up his own mind."
Kiba let out a loud breath threw his nose, eyes softening. "You're right. I shouldn't keep telling him how much I dislike the guy. It'll only hurt him in the end if he keeps trying to contradict his own thoughts with mine."
Grinning, he nods. "Yup. Just call me Hige-the-wise."
Skeptical, he smirks. "Well, Hige-the-wise, what am I supposed to do about all of this?"
With a shrug, Hige drops his empty bowl into the sink. "I don't have a clue. I said I was wise not all knowing. Better try a fortune teller when it comes to predicting future decisions like 'all expence paid trips' out of the country."
"Hn." He turned up his nose.
"Do you have work tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I have to miss school so you take Toboe with you alright?" He turns on the sink water then cleans the bowl Hige used.
"Alright. Thought the squirt took the bus though?"
"He does, its just in light of the current situation I'd rather he be driven tomorrow."
"Hm?" Still unsure what his boyfriend is getting at until Kiba gives him a certain displeased face he reserved only when talking about the lecherous model. "Oh right, the big bad wolf could be lerking about."
"Yeah."
"Well, as you wish your highness." Leaning over, he plants a quick kiss to Kiba's delicious lips especially mixed with his own, that still possess a little syrup on them, he waves a hand over his shoulder as he exits the kitchen. "I'll see ya after work."
"Bye."
"Bye."
When the front door closed, Kiba walked through the living room turning off the television. He locked the doors and windows, closed the curtains then headed upstiars to bed. A quick check in on his brother, he saw that the boy was asleep already. Backing out of the room, he closes the door then strolls into his own room. Already in his pajamas, he slips in under the covers and closes his eyes. 'It's gonna be one of those years.'