Okay, the site was being really retarded, and wouldn't put the whole chapter on one web page, so here's the rest of the chapter. Stupid website glitch... Now back to the story.
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For what seemed like a lifetime, the only sound was that of the car rushing on asphalt. Yukio was feeling extremely sheepish. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what was on the elder’s mind. The black haired teen hadn’t spoken a word since they got in the car.
“……Say Haru? Um…well, we never really got to talk… about what happened yesterday…or how we felt about it…” Yukio piped up meekly. Haru’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.
“Your feelings seem pretty clear to me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yukio snapped defensively.
“You know what it fricken means Shinsei. Don’t act stupid.” Haru hissed back. Yukio was stunned at the resentment that laced the other’s words. A very tense silence ensued afterwards.
…Wow…he must be pretty angry with me. He never calls me by my last name. But what is he so mad about? I’m the one who should be mad.....unless.....
“…Haru, I-If I haven’t seemed grateful for what you’ve done for me, I’m sorry. I really do appreciate you saving me from that party and taking care of me.” Yukio tried to break the tension with an apology, but to no avail; Haru remained completely silent. “Haru? ...Haru? ....Haru, what do you want from me?” The smaller teen asked with a hint of desperation in his voice.
“Just answer me one question.” The raven haired teen growled.
“What is it?”
Haru turned his head to face Yukio and flipped his sunglasses upward so he could make eye contact with him.
“Did you enjoy kissing me?” The amount of seriousness in his tone kept the younger teen on edge.
“W-What kind of question is that?!” Yukio squealed in spite of himself.
“I want an honest answer.” The older teen’s piercing silver eyes made Yukio feel as small as a pixie. “You owe me that much, don’t you?”
“W-Why do you want to know?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
Yukio clenched his eyes shut and curled his hands into tight fists on his lap.
“Well…I mean…when it happened…it was just so fast and it didn’t even seem real and well… to answer your question….Yes…I did like kissing you.” The periwinkle haired teen admitted with rosy cheeks.
“Do you regret it?” Haru asked, his voice not as harsh.
“…I don’t know. I don’t think I do…But it scared me. I couldn’t handle it. I don’t want to get in over my head…because as much as I feel I don’t trust you…I think I trust myself even less sometimes.” Yukio trembled slightly as he spoke. He felt a hand rest atop his shoulder and looked up to see a warm smile on Haru’s face.
“Welcome to puberty Yukio.” The dark haired teen chuckled. Yukio smiled nervously and laughed weakly. “And guess what the initiation to puberty is.” Haru snickered darkly.
“Eh?” Yukio blanched as he caught the perverted grin on the elder’s face. He moved as far as possible from the other teen, propping himself against the car door. Haru crept closer to the younger, keeping one hand on the steering wheel.
“Haru you idiot, watch the road!” Yukio shouted and kicked the raven haired teen in the head.
“What the hell?! Didn’t you ever learn not to hit the driver?!”
“Well in this case, the driver’s a perverted numbskull who needs to be put in his place!”
“You’re just as perverted as I am!”
“And heck just froze over!”
“And I quote, ‘As much as I feel I don’t trust you, I think I trust myself even less’. Oh, look at me, I’m Yukio and I can’t control myself! I might just accidentally strip and spread my legs for that sexy bishie Haru!”
“You perverse, cocky, sicko!” Yukio screamed, his face blood red with rage and humiliation.
“Na na, na na na, you can’t control your hormones!” Haru taunted.
“You are the most immature person on the face of the planet!”
“Lalalalalalalalala, I can’t hear you!”
“Haru!!!”
The vehicle swerved violently as the two adolescents fought within, barely avoiding several obstacles that could’ve caused massive chaos.
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me!”
“Yah! Get away from me!”
The extreme turmoil consisting of arguing, tussling, and attempted molestation continued until all of a sudden, the car came to a spinning, screeching halt, almost turning over on its side. The fighting came to an end with both teens in complete disarray; their clothes were stretched and tugged in incorrect positions, their hair was wild and unruly, and they bore a few minor marks of injury. Both teens took a few seconds to catch their breath.
“……I think this your stop.” Haru spoke up, and both occupants of the car looked at a nearby street sign that read Rosebud Street, and then turned their gaze to the house directly in front of the car which had the numbers five two five mounted on the front wall. For a long moment, no one uttered a sound. Yukio and Haru slowly rotated their heads to look at one another; then, as if the dam holding their sanity blasted apart, both of them burst out laughing hysterically
“H-How did we end up h-here?!” Yukio guffawed uncontrollably.
“I-I don’t know!” Haru was cracking up just as badly as Yukio was; both were having much difficultly breathing.
“I think I get the phrase ‘dying of laughter’ now!” Yukio clutched his chest and attempted to gasp some air into his lungs.
“We have to calm down or we will die!” The elder cackled. Eventually, both teens managed to stop laughing, inhaling massive amount of air as they recovered from their extreme laugh attack. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.” Haru panted.
“Me either…we look ridiculous. My parents can’t see us like this…”
Haru nodded in agreement and the two teenagers began to work on fixing up their appearances. After a quick minute of grooming, they stepped out of Haru’s car, their legs wobbling like jelly after all the turbulence they experienced on the way over.
“Do I look okay?” The dark haired teen asked in self-consciousness.
“Yeah, you look great, except your tie’s a little crooked.” The younger pointed out and reached his slender hands out to adjust Haru’s neck tie. “Perfect.” He chirped with a happy smile.
“Thanks.” Haru said and blinked in slight surprise.
“No problem. Come on.” Yukio replied and led Haru to the front of his home. Haru quickly slipped his sunglasses back on as Yukio knocked on the front door. After a brief moment, the door briskly swung open to reveal a pretty woman in her mid thirties. Her hair was wavy and reached her shoulders; it was the same periwinkle color as Yukio's. Her eyes were purely blue instead of turquoise like Yukio's, but they were they were similar to the teen's in size and shape.
"Yukio!" The woman cried in joy and wrapped her arms around Yukio like he had been gone for decades.
"Hi mom." He rasped, his breathing cut off from how tight his mother was holding him.
"Afternoon Ma’m." Haru greeted the lady with a nod of his head, trying to sound older and polite. Yukio's mother loosened her grip on her son to stare at Haru.
"Hello there." She giggled with a smile. "You must be Roku's older brother. I'm sorry, I don't think Yukio told me your name."
"M-My name?...uh…….Well...um..." The black haired teen stammered, his mind suddenly blank. It amazed him how something as simple as a name could be so hard to make up on the spot.
"Wellum! His name's Wellum!" Yukio interrupted, combining Haru's last mumbles to create a fake identity. Haru gave the younger teen a strange look, but Yukio jabbed him sharply in the ribs with his elbow, hinting to just go along with it.
"..Right...Wellum. That's my name." Haru said with an uneasy chuckle.
"Nice to meet you Wellum. What a unique name"
"Pleasure's all mine Mrs. Shinsei. I can see where Yukio gets his good looks from." Haru complimented with a wiggle of his eyebrow, much to Yukio's chagrin. Haru's butt kissing statement was completely accurate in this particular situation though. Yukio did look very much like his mother.
"Oh thank you! Call me Aiya." The woman tittered while shaking Haru's hand. "I hope my Yukio wasn't any trouble.”
“No, he was great. We loved having him over.”
“Yukio’s always been a polite, shy boy. It’s so nice that he’s making some friends; guy friends even! I just hope he doesn’t end up getting crush on one of them.” Aiya said with a Cheshire cat grin.
“Mother!” Yukio yelped in embarrassment.
“Now, now Yukio, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Aiya laughed and wove her hand as if to dismiss his distress. She continued to talk to Haru, who was currently enjoying himself; it was quite fun pretending to be someone else. “As a matter of fact, I think he already has a little crush on a certain someone.” She whispered as if she was gossiping about someone. Haru suddenly gained massive interest in the woman’s words, evident by how he leaned in, giving her his full attention.
“What makes you say that?” The black haired teen inquired with a very curious expression.
“Well lately he’s been talking in his sleep; he keeps mumbling a name while he snuggles with his pillow. Now what was it?” Aiya tapped her chin while trying to remember the name.
“Mother, please!” Yukio looked frantic now.
“Oh yeah, now I remember! I think it was Haru.” She declared with a point of her finger in the air. The grin Haru now had nearly split his face in half. He peered over at Yukio with a sly, provocative look; Yukio nearly spontaneously combusted from humiliation. His face and neck burned bright red, and he stared at the ground in shame. “What’s wrong honey? You’re not embarrassed are you? Oh, don’t worry; I’m sure Wellum won’t tell anyone.” Aiya tried to comfort her son who looked near tears.
“Not a soul.” Haru snickered, and Yukio felt the urge to shoot the elder teen and then his self. He bolted into the house without sparing another word to either Aiya or Haru.
“Yukio! It’s rude to walk away without saying goodbye!” Aiya called after him, but the periwinkle haired teen ignored her. “Sorry, he’s just very timid. Would you like to come in for a while?”
“I’d love to, but I have a previous engagement. Perhaps some other time.” The raven haired teen turned the woman’s offer down, figuring Yukio had been emotionally tortured enough for the time being.
“That’s too bad. Well, have a nice day!”
“Same to you Mrs. Shin-I mean Aiya.” Haru corrected himself with a friendly smile and nodded his goodbye.
“Bye now!” Aiya called after the dark haired teen while waving him off enthusiastically. And with that, Haru left, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face as he remembered the recent events.
“He so wants me.”
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