Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Love Object ❯ Chapter 10

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 Ten

 Tsume waved hello to the door man as he and his new friend walked inside the building. The man seemed shocked at first, but his face soon melted into a smile as he greeted the man back with a warm. "Good afternoon, sir."

Toboe was impressed. "Wow, you must know everybody." He looked back at the door man.

"More of less than everybody knows me." Tsume replied gruffer than he wanted to.

 Pressing the button for the elevator door. The two 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 and smiled down at the boy. "I've got my own private floor above all the other ones." He said jingling the keys 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 blush that was creeping up on his face. Hm? There's that smell again. I thought it was the car. He unnoticably took in a wiff of air over Toboe then opened his eyes. "You smell really nice- is that cologne?"

"Huh?" The naiive boy seemed confused. "Oh!" He chuckled. "Mrs. Cher hugged me this morning, 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 yet."

"Oh, how old are you?" He asked, even though he already knew.

"Fourteen." The boy smiled. "Seventh grade.... I turned fourteen over the spring."

Tsume nodded, making a mental note. His birthday is in the spring.

"How...." He 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 brothers 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 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 squated 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 said, bringing the clothes up to his nose giving them a fake sniff making a sour face 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 speakers 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 mornings soiled under garments from the side of his bed, he walked back into the hall dropping them onto Jets pile of dirty clothes.

 The man took one look at the soiled shirt and boxers, the familiar smell blew up his nose when they were dropped onto the pile and he made a sour face. "Not again, 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 returned 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 boy asked, going inside the large apartment room.

"He lost it as a teenager and had to get a prostetic 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 his eyes. Taking in as much as he could.

 Tsume smiled, glad that Toboe liked the look of his place. "The phone's over there." He pointed before he disappeared into a closet removing his jacket. Closing the door behind him, he then walked into the kitchen and began to rummage through the cabinets.

 The young boy walked over to the telephone and even that had impressed him. It was silver and black with a blue light coming from underneath it- 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 from school, Tsume Keina- can you believe it?!"

Tsume eaves dropped on Toboes conversation, smiling as he heard the boys comfortable conversation voice, wishing that he could be spoken to with it. Who cares about that, He called me his friend. The model smiled to himself.

"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 an arm 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 furthest 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 cigarette. "Yeah right kid." He laughed sweetly as he patted one out, 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 challanged 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 boys 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 man. He was so forceful infact 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 mans body. "I'm sorry."

 Tsume himself was a little hot under the collar. He steadied his foot on the carpet pushing himself to a sitting stance on the couch. "No, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable or anything." He took a drag from his cigarette, God he needed it right then.

Toboe still felt completely embarrassed by the whole thing, and he began to fiddle his fingers together nervously 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?" The boy asked with a slight frown in his voice.

"I thought you might like something to eat-," Tsume went on explaining. "I always wanted a snack after school when I went 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 wonder. 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 little kids... 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 the boy out of 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." The boy commented about the dinner thing.

"Try me." Tsume said getting the cookies from the shelf.

"Do you like-..." He thought for a moment. "Maccaroni and hot dogs?"

"An American food?" Tsume thought. "What like seperate?"

Toboe smiled knowing that he won. "No, I mean together."

Tsume laughed quietly. "I think I'll pass."

"Thought so."

 Going to the cabinets, Tsume grabbed two glasses down for them, setting them on the counter top. "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 livingroom with two glasses of milk in one hand and the package of cookies in the other. His cigarette must have been put out in the kitchen, because he didn't have it with him anymore. "Here you are?" He set the glasses down and handed the bag of cookies to Toboe. "I hope 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 sincerly that the man felt sorry for what he had did. Though, selfishly, underneath it all Tsume really wanted to kiss him. Ease the boys troubles 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 the boy 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 forgot to tell me."

"Right." Tsume patted Toboe's shoulder for reassurance.

Toboe bit into a cookie and 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 livingroom, 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 never thought about it hisself. He always concidered 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 boys. His brother is gay after all and he never made any kind of objection 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.

"Sure!" Toboe grabbed a hold of it popping up out of the chair. "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 hmm." They moved away from the coffee table, heading into the kitchen.

"Have you ever been to America?" Asked the curious boy.

"Yeah, I've been to Europe 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 somewhere else. "Can you speak another language and everything?"

"I can speak four different languages." Tsume dropped Toboe's hand counting on his fingers as he named them. "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. Looked 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 hand on the young boys shoulders. "Come on, let me show you the kitchen."