Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Love Object ❯ Chapter 5

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 Five

 Toboe had finished his homework early. Now he was bored. Gee. I hope Kiba's having fun. He leaned his head on his arm and sighed. I am getting kinda hungry now that I think about it. Shoving his chair back, Toboe scooted out the side of it, closing his math book he then walked it over to his book bag by the kitchen door.

 Time to scrounge. Walking over to the cereal slash snack cabinet, Toboe looked over his options. Nutty Bars? No. He reached past them to another box hidden in the back. Yuck granola! He quickly dropped the box back where he had gotten it from. What else..... Hey! Moon pies!

 The young boy yanked the box out of the cabinet but, much to his disappointment the box was empty. Of all the luck. Walking the box over to the trash can, he remembered that they hadn't had dinner yet and it was getting late. Taking a step back, he took note of the time. 5:15, I'll get dinner started. He smiled to himself. Won't Kiba be surprised.

 The excitable young boy practically galloped over to the lower cabinets, reaching inside he pulled out a large pot and a medium. Walking over to the sink, he filled the larger of the two with water then turned back to the stove setting it down.

 Boil waterrr.... He reached out for the knobs to turn the stove on. .......? Oh right! Sliding open the drawer, Toboe pulled out the four knobs. It was a bit of a challange but he managed to place the stove knobs back onto the range tightly.

 Wish I'd had more practice with turning this thing on. Twisting his mouth up, he figured that the knob would have to be turned counter clockwise- starting with, warm to high. With a click the stove started, the coils slowly turned red as the heat rose.

"Hehe. Cool." Toboe reached to the right grabbing down two cans of spahgetti sauce. "Kiba's gonna freak out when he sees how good I did.... Now where's that can opener?"

Kiba walked quietly along the sidewalks of the neighborhood, his head hung low, and his spirits even lower. He hated ditching Hige like that sometimes but, he worried about his little brother.

"Over here!" A little girl called, screaming when her friend came after her.

 Kiba watched in utter distaste. He'd really like to know whose kids they were? And why were they always- always playing outside? He wanted to tell them to go inside- watch tv or something, but he didn't bother. Besides he needed to get home and make dinner for them before Toboe fills up on junk food.

 In the distance he could see the kitchen light was on, the only thing he didn't expect to see was that Toboe was standing infront of the stove! "Shit." Running the rest of the distance to his house, Kiba threw the front door open turning into the kitchen.

Toboe was opening the second and his hand came a little close to the sharp edge that was inching its way into the air. "Ouch," he jerked his hand away.

 "Toboe!" Kiba reached out for his brother, snatching him away from the hot stove- so fast, that he accidently singed his hand on the pot as he moved his little brother away from the stove, not only that, but the pot of sauce that had come to a boil was knocked over in the collision with Kiba's hand.

"Kiba!?" The young boy struggled within his brothers grip. "Let go, what are you doing?!"

"Toboe, are you alright?!" His big brothers voice sounded frantic and scared, letting him know that he should drop the attitude. "Did you burn yourself?" He held his hand searching for any red marks.

 "N- no! I-... I cut my hand on the ca-...aa!" Kiba dragged the boy over to the sink, hoping to wash away a burning that never happened and soothe away the pain. Meaning, Kiba obvioulsy didn't hear a word Toboe had said.

 "Kiba... Kiba.." The boy protested, getting a little scared himself wondering why his brother had freaked out so badly. Kiba even had tears in his eyes! "....Kiba," He tried again, this time shaking his brothers shoulder. "Kiba I didn't get burned."

 Kiba sniffled lowering his head and stopping the frantic movement of his hands trying to aid his little brothers pain. "I thought that... I thought that you had burned yourself on the stove...." His voice was low almost soundless.

"I just thought that-...." Toboe tried to explain but he felt tears in his own eyes seeing his brother this way.

"I told you not to touch anything Toboe- Why didn't you just eat what was suggested to you?" Kiba looked up into his brothers eyes with sadness and question.

 Toboe's lips began to quiver as the tears grew in his eyes. "I just wanted... to surprise you, and show you that I can be responsible like you.... So I started dinner, I wasn't gonna lift any heavy pots or anythi-...." His words trailed off as he softly started to cry.

 Now Kiba felt bad. He didn't have to scare him so badly. He really should have asked him what happened first instead of- flying off the handle the way that he did. "I'm sorry." He pulled his brother to him, into a hug. "I'm really sorry I just thought that you had burnt youself on the stove."

"I know, you said that already," The young boy sniffed back his running nose. Kiba reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue. "Here. I'll get you a band-aid."

 Toboe took the tissue and wiped his nose with it. Watching his brother leave the kitchen he trembled a moment in his tears. Why did he have to freak out like that? Why does he always baby me? He sniffed again. Looking around by his feet, he noticed that the pot of sauce had been spilled over the floor.

Grabbing a dish rag from the sink, he bent over and started to wipe up the mess. "Leave it, I'll get that." Kiba said. He opened the band-aid helping his brother put it on. "Go get the phone and order a pizza, any topping you want."

"Even spinach?" Toboe teased.

"Well," Kiba had a laugh in his voice. "anything but that."

 Toboe smiled, letting a little chuckle slip out of his mouth as he vanished into the livingroom. That's what Kiba loved about him, the little guy could manage a smile even if he really wanted to cry. It was the best quality that anybody could have.

 As Kiba wiped away the mess spilled on the floor, he listened in as his brother talked on the phone. A few stray sniffles sounded here and there but other than that he sounded like his usual self. Good. Kiba smiled thinking, maybe we can put this behind us without talking about it.

"And half with spinach," The boy ended.

"You little runt." Kiba stood, chasing after the boy who had peeked his head into the livingroom giving his brother a menacing smile.

"I'm not a runt!" He laughed, rushing away from his brother.

...................

"What were you and Hige doing over at his house?" Toboe asked, setting his slice of pizza back down on the plate.

 The two of them were laying in Kiba's room on his bed. Kiba laying from top to bottom with his feet at the head of the bed and Toboe laying bottom to top with his feet at the foot of the bed so the both of them met in the middle.

"What do you mean?" Kiba asked, knowing full well what his brother was getting at. He wasn't a dummy, Toboe knew what was going on between the two boys from the first day it had happened.

"Well...." The boy smiled slyly. "Y'know, did you two make out and stuff?"

Kiba laughed shoving the boys head into the matress. "Shouldn't little kids like you be in bed by now?"

"Nope," Toboe struggled to get his head free from his brothers grip. "Rrr... it's only eight o'clock- Let go! Hahaha."

 Kiba let his brother up for some air. He looked at the mess around the bed and began to clean up, putting the paper plates on top of the pizza box and the slice that he hadn't finished with the rest of the pizza inside the pizza box.

 Toboe watched his brother as he quietly moved things about the bed. He had so many questions but... he just didn't know how to ask them- or if they'd even be answered! Kiba was always a brick wall when it came to what was going on with him. But there was no hiding what happened in the kitchen, he had to ask him.

"Uuum, Kiba?"

"I'll run your bath water in a minute." He said brushing the boys questions off already. "You should get your things together."

"....Okay." Toboe lowered his head.

Kiba looked back at the boy and sighed. "I'm fine, if you were wondering."

"Kind of...." Said the plagued young boy.

Kiba didn't want the conversation to go any further so he left the room without another word.

"I just wish you would tell me what's really bothering you," He was saying to himself. "So that you really would be ok."

 Kiba stored the left over food into the refrigerator, then cleaned up the rest of the items that were around the stove. Maybe... I should just- tell him. Why should I be the only one plagued with the memory of our parents going through my mind? His movement stilled.

Its selfish- Toboe has a right to know.

"Kiba! I got my things together!" His brother called down the stairs.

No. He could never handle it. Never.