Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Love Object ❯ Chapter 3

Title: Love Object

Author: Linkin Fantasy

Pairings: Tsume/Toboe, Hige/Kiba

Disclaimer: Wolf's Rain and the characters of Wolf's Rain belong to their respective owners.

Warning: This story is NC-17. It is not for under age readers.

Chapter Three

 "Alright class take out your text books and turn them to paaaage..." Mrs. Lebowsky flipped through her teachers manual. "Page 345, please."

The class did as their teacher instructed them, turning boredly through the pages of their text books. Some of them taking their time doing it one page at a time.

 Toboe leaned the weight of his head down onto the back of his hand while his elbow pressed against the solid surface of the desk, shouldering the most of the boys weight. He was beyond bored and the day had only just begun!

 He sighed with mental boredome letting his eyes drop to the pages of the book. I wonder what it's like to cut class? He continued to absently flip through the book. I'min the seventh grade, I can't get into that much trouble. Could I?

"Mr. Wolf!?" Mrs. Lebowsky called his attention.

"Huh? Oh!" He straightened up. "Yes ma'am?"

"Care to read for us?" She requested. "First two pages please."

She clearly knew he hadn't been paying attention. Toboe smiled a chuckle and placed an innocent hand behind his head. "Ahaha. Sure Mrs. Cher- Oops..."

The other students in the class began to make kissing sounds, shaking their heads back and forth while others began to whisper. Teachers pet, teachers pet.

 "I meant to say, Mrs. Lebowsky." He recovered himself poorly. Looking down at his book the page number read. 532. Shoot. He kept his smile up trying to turn the pages quietly so that it wouldn't be heard, to the correct one.

Cher sighed, closing her eyes. "Toboe, please pay attention. Whatever is out the window will probably be there at Break, so eyes on me."

Toboe pouted a second. How am I supposed to keep my eyes on you when you just told me to read!? "Yes ma'am." He replied lamely.

"Thank you."

Toboe flipped to the correct page then began to read, "Have you ever seen mold on liquid? If so have you ever wondered how it happened to get there?" So on.

 Cher herself- even though, she had instructed for the boy to read had not been paying any attention. Her mind was else where right now thinking about her home life. Her husband, Hubb, was beginning to wear on her nerves a bit and the two of them were having problems.

 Ever since they had decided to adopt Cheza as a baby three things happened: Cher threw all her attention into the young albino girl, She had given most of the home duties to her husband so that she could raise the girl all the way up into elementary school, and finally she had just been out in out bored with him.

 He just whined and complained, all the time! First with: Cherwe're out of this or CherI don't know how to make that then with the What do I look like- a slave to you and Cheza! The man is a child.

 But she couldn't do it. It was hard because Cheza needed both a mother and a father in her life. She was a fragile child abbandoned at such a young age. Her parents simply didn't want her and dropped her off infront of the hospital doors.

 Cher looked over at her daughter. The young girl looked at her mother and smiled. Cheza, She began to think. I won't fight in front of you, but damn it if it won't be hard to get along with Hubb. Shaking her thoughts aside, Cher decided to keep her attention on the lesson plan before the kids got distracted themselves seeing that their teacher hadn't been paying them any attention.

"Thank you Toboe." Cher said, haulting the boys words. "Would anyone else like to read a page- C.J?"

"Yes Mrs. Labosky." The boy began to read from his book.

 Toboe was leaning on his arm again, gazing out the window. Only this time something caught his attention. It was a man, on a motorcycle. He couldn't see the mans face though, it was covered with a helmet and the vizor was down.

I wonder who that is? Toboe squinted through the sunlight that beamed into the window. I feel.... as though I've seen him before. Somewhere....

A bell sounded through the air, startling the poor boy out of his wits until he realized what it was.

 "Alright everyone, sit down- sit down!" Cher told them. "I have to give you your homework sheets." She stood from her desk grabbing a hand full of papers with her. "It's a question and answer sheet. Jin, that's a whole sentence not a yes or no."

 Three kids laughed at the poor boy, who lowered his head in embarrassment. Toboe grabbed the sheet handed to him and stuffed it into his book bag. Glancing one last time out the window, he wasn't the least bit surprised to see that the mysterious man had gone.

Meanwhile. At the high school. Kiba and Hige are walking into the locker room at gym.

"Ahahaha!!" A kid shoved past them laughing the whole way. Followed by his dimwit friend who was chasing him.

"There's one born everyday." Said Hige, holding the door open for Kiba.

"Yeah, and a stupid friend to match." Added Kiba.

"Haha, Noah did say bring them in pairs." He walked into the locker room after Kiba had entered.

 The two boys walked to their lockers then began to undress. Kiba was quick to change into his sweat pants, but when it came to his shirt he was a little hesistant. Okay- a lot hesitant.

 Hige couldn't help but try to sneak a peak at him, even though it was wrong of him. He couldn't help it! Ever since he and Kiba had started going together, the solemn boy has been nothing but one secret after another, and where Hige didn't wanna be pushy he just thought sometimes in love you share with your problems.

But Kiba remained resiliant, and refused to show certain parts of his body to anyone. No matter how much he loved them or cared about them. No meant no!

Turning to Hige, Kiba smiled shyly saying, "I've gotta-.."

Hige raised a hand finishing his sentence. "Go to the bathroom I know. I'll meet you in the gym."

"Thanks." He leaned sideways giving the boy a quick kiss on the cheek. Walking away from him, Kiba headed towards the bathroom stalls, disappearing out of sight.

 Hige frowned watching his lover perform his daily rutine when it came to getting dressed. Even when they had sex Kiba would keep his shirt on! That couldn't be normal. Kiba... I wish you would just trust me enough to tell me what's wrong with you. Then maybe you wouldn't have to feel so alone with it. With a shurg, Hige tugged his shirt down his chest and headed for the door. Oh well.

 Kiba watched as Hige left the locker room. He felt bad but... what was he supposed to do?! Just tell him so he could laugh? Well- he didn't really think he would laugh at him, but he would ask a lot of questions that he didn't wanna answer. I'm sorry Hige... But, I can't tell you- I can't tell anybody.

 Pulling his shirt over his head Kiba looked down at his right forearm, rubbing it gingerly with his left hand. Kiba soothed away the burning tingle that often came when he covered the large, blistered, red welt on his arm with clothes.

 Kiba closed his eyes wishing that he would open them and the mark would be gone. But he knew there was no escaping from his past. But he could run as long as he could. Opening his eyes, Kiba sighed grabbing his gym shirt to put on. "At least winter break is coming up." He muttered to himself as he left the locker room.

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 "God it's fucking cold out here. I need to start bringing a jacket." Tsume grumbled. He parked hisself behind the same set of bushes he usual did to watch for his little crush when he and his class came outside.

But this morning had gone from warm and sunny to shadey and freezing like that. Deciding the best way to get warm was to light up, Tsume pulled out a pack of cigarettes and helped himself to one.

"You guys wanna play baseball with us?" A young boy called when the two large doors of the gym room opened up.

Tsume turned himself so that he could peer between the fence. Looking... looking- There he is. A smile spread across his face. He looked great in white. Even if it were under the weight of those ugly bulky gym clothes. Toboe managed to pull it off.

"Sure, I'll play." Said Toboe. "Can I bat first?"

"We have to pick teams first dumb dumb." Another boy said.

Tsume narrowed his eyes at the mouthy child. Kids can be so stupid.

Cheza sat on the grass watching as the boys picked teams to be on, and she scooted out of the way when the game started.

 Tsume watched like a hawk as the boys played the game. Completely in awe at how good Toboe was. The bases were loaded for the other team, and Toboe was far right field waiting to catch the ball should it come out that far.

Tsume wanted more than anything to say something to the kid. He was so close by him! But he controlled hisself and remained silent.

With a pop the ball went flying. Tsume watched as it soared right over the fence towards him. Kneeling he opened his hand and caught the stray ball with ease.

"Oh man." Toboe ran up to the gate and froze when the older man stood up in plain site. "Umm," He bowed quickly showing the man respect. "I'm reaally sorry if the ball hit you sir. May I have that back, please?"

Tsume's heart had stopped beating. Toboe was- talking to him. Right to him. He barely understood what the kid had said until it began to sink in. "Right, the ball." He tossed it with one hand over the gate to him.

"Thanks." He missed the ball a good inch and bent over to pick it up. "You're not hurt are you?" He asked again.

"No, I'm fine." Tsume replied.

Toboe smiled at him and gave another bow. "Well, I have to get back to my game- um, thanks again Mister."

He started to run away but paused hearing Tsume speak his name. "Huh?" Toboe asked to be sure.

"I said it's Tsume, not mister."

"Ha, okay. Thanks Tsume." He dashed off without another word.

Tsume smiled, noticably big as he sat back down beside the bush. Haha, Toboe.