Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Love Object ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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.

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Cha pter Six

Kiba's sitting on his bed, doing the homework which should have been done at Hige's house but, with the circumstances it never happened. Here's a fine example I've set, now he's gonna think all Hige and I do is go to his house and fool around. He flipped the page writing as quickly as he could to get the work done.

It's awfully quiet in the bathroom... I wonder if he's alright? Standing up, Kiba walked out of his bedroom and down the hall. "Toboe? You alright in there?"

"Yes." Came an echoed reply.

"I want you out by Nine o'clock okay?"

"What time is it now?" Kiba could hear the water moving now.

"About eight forty five, so hurry up." Kiba didn't actually know what time it was, but he could guess it was somewhere around 8:45.

"Okay."

Walking away from the door, he went further down the hall into Toboe's bedroom to pick out a pair of pajamas for him. Eeeh, he scowled at himself. I've got to stop treating him like a kid, he can get his own pajamas and get out of the bath whenever he's ready.

Leaving the boys bedroom, he still felt a tinge of an urge to get the boys nightwear for him. No, I'll leave him alone for tonight.

Kiba closed his bedroom door, returning to his bed to finish his homework. I wonder what Hige's doing? He grabbed the phone beside him and pressed the speed dial button.

"Yyeah?" Answered a familiar voice.

"Hey Hige, it's me?" Kiba's tone was light and happy.

"Now we're getting somewhere," The often prankster boy cheered. "W- what time do you want me to be over?"

"It's not that, I just wanted to talk to you while I finished my homework." Kiba insured. "How far did you get?"

Hige's laughter rang through the boys ear. "You can't be serious!?" He heard nothing but silence and sighed. "Well, I can tell by that dull silence you are..." With a groan, Hige opened his homework folder and skimmed through what he had done. "I'm doiiiiing-," He paused to say. "You know, you really can bring down a perfectly good hard-on you know that."

Kiba laughed. "Yeah, because I'm that good."

Hige laughed again, shaking his head. "Someone's in a good mood."

"Kiba," It was Toboe at the door. Kiba looked over at him with question. "I wanted to say goodnight."

"Goodnight Toboe,"

"Goodnight Toboe!" Hige shouted through the phone.

But the boy was already gone. "I don't think he heard you." Kiba informed. "...Anyway, I'm on lesson 5 in math. Did you do that one already?"

"I wish, you know I hate numbers." Getting a bright idea, he smiled broadly saying. "So, how's about you help a guy out with a few answers?"

Kiba rolled his eyes. He'd give him the usual 'you'll never learn that way speech' but, he knew Hige already knew it by heart. Besides that, he would have given him the answers regardless.

"Okay, answer one is 45.7"

"Uh huh,"

Meanwhile, in Toboe's room. He climbed into bed, pulling the covers right up to his chin. His arm shot out from the blanket grabbing the remote for the tv. He may as well watch something until he gets tired. After all, that's what tv is for. Right?

"I wonder what Nickelodeon is showing?" Changing to the channel, he frowned seeing some show called, Full House. "Hhhh, I hate weekday tv." Pressing the up button, he skimmed through the channels.

Hey, that's him! Toboe sat straight up in bed. It's Tsume! Leaving the program on, Toboe smiled seeing the man. He may not have really known him too well, but it was cool that he saw a real celebrity.

His name appeared at the bottom of the screen as well as his occupation. Tsume Keina, model. Toboe mentally noted. Oh yeah, I remember the news saying something like that. But it said he quit, so why is he on this talk show?

"Tsume, you're a very handsome man," The host said. He was either homosexual or didn't mind complimenting another man. "Why on earth would you want to quit your modeling career?"

Tsume shrugged coolly, replying. "Sometimes you just feel it's your time to go-," He shrugged again. "So I left."

"Yes, but now the question on everyone’s lips is- Will we be seeing Tsume Keina again?" The host leaned over his desk a little, as though he were trying to make sure he didn't miss a word.

Tsume seemed to be thinking about it a moment then he looked at the camera as though his very eyes were planted right to your own as he replied. "You'll see me... Everywhere."

The crowd swooned, fanning themselves with paper fans. Their busy mouths wondering if it were a negative comment or an actual reply. Maybe even to one of them.

"Hahaha, always keeping us guessing, huh Tsume?" The host said, then looking at the camera he cued them to a commercial.

"Wow... it was almost as if he were talking to me..." Toboe blinked.

Tsume sat through the rest of that interview answering what he considered to be- ridiculous questions, until it was over.

Like I'm supposed to just know what I wanna do now. He left the studio with his three security guards and climbed into a limo. Most importantly, how am I supposed to escape this stupid lifestyle with these clowns always roaming around? His attention went out the window now, watching as little splats of quiet rain started to fall.

As Tsume watched the scenery going by, he elevated his leg up just enough to reach the center of the tinted window and he gave it a little kick. When the little window came down, the driver peered into the back seat from the rear view mirror. "Sir?"

"Stop here. I wanna get a drink." Ordered the brooding model.

Tipping the bill of his drivers hat, the man replied with a cheerful voice. "Yes, sir."

The window slid back up until it closed. Tsume turned his gaze back out the window. "Idiot."

The car pulled up to the curb, coming at a stop a few cars down from the bar. The drivers door came open and he started out of it so that he could open Tsume's door, but the grouch had already opened it himself and was well on his way into the bar.

"Mr. Keina!!"

"Mr. Keina!" A woman said. "Over here."

"Pleease, Mr. Keina!!"

Tsume's already plastered scowl, began to increase. Paparazzi. Walking past, he ignored them all and stepped into the bar.

Four people looked up from their drinks but put their heads back down after calming their curiosity. The models eyes skimmed the room from left to right. Tch. Filth. Stuffing as much of his hands that could fit into his pockets, he kept his face down walking towards the counter.

"Give me anything and make it hard."

"You got it," The man was pouring Tsume a beer, but from the side of his eyes he stared at the beautiful man, with question in his eyes. "You're Tsume, right?" He asked, receiving a bored look. "Tsume Keina- The model?"

Tsume cocked his head, narrowing his eyes as he answered. "No."

"Wow! Are you sure?" The mans eyes went wide as though he thought he could see better that way. "You look like him."

"Just give me my damned beer already, I've got places to be."

"Yeah, here you go." He handed it to him, but his eyes remained on the man. "....You guys could almost be twins or something- well, except maybe your eyes could be a little less slitted. You kinda look like a mouse."

The noise from the photographers was increasing, they really wanted to get in. "Tsume's inside, I can see him." One of the women photographers said, trying to shove past Tsume's three body guards that he could have sworn he told back at the studio 'Not to follow him!'

"Aha! I'm in!" One of them said, bringing the rest with him.

"Woooow!" The bar tender beamed looking around. "Tsume really is here?"

Tsume his self was chugging the beer that was given to him. His head titled back to take it all down in one gulp. "Put it on my tab." He told the bar tender as he stood up. Taking out a pair of sun glasses, he slid them over his eyes and started out of the bar.

"Tsume! Tsume!" The photographers shouted following him as his security shoo’d them out of the way.

"You mean that was him?!" Asked the bar tender.

Tsume climbed into his car instructing the driver to get a move on. The car sped down the street, leaving the herd of photographers in the dust.

I should just leave this town. Tsume thought. I don't know why I thought I could be alone here anyway. He took off his sun glasses and closed his eyes. Nothin's keeping me here anyway.

"What about me Tsume?" It was Toboe! Well, a figment in Tsume's mind of the child. His face reflected in the window in front of him. "You and I haven't even gotten to know each other yet, don't give up on me now."

Tsume stared at the boy as though he were in a trance, his hand reached out for him- to touch his face then-....

"Sir, we're here." His driver said for what to him was the third time. He was now standing outside, holding Tsume's door open. "Aaare you alright sir?"

Tsume snapped out of his trance, slowly lowering his hand. Shaking away the thoughts of the boy he looked over at his driver. "Whatever," Climbing out of the car he didn't bother to close the door.

"Goodnight sir." He called out.

Tsume grumbled something inaudible and continued into the apartment. Once inside, he took the elevator to his room, then went inside behind the protection of the door he let his often twice a day fantasy drift through his thoughts.

"Hi Tsume." Toboe greeted. "I'm ready for bed now."

Tsume smirked, walking over to the boy. Tonight would probably beee? In the bath.