A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back with my first ever Takato/Jenrya fic! Yay! hope you all enjoy now on with the story!
Bright stars dotted the midnight blue sky, tree branches swayed in the light breeze, and a boy with navy blue hair and intense grey eyes sat on a bench contemplating his fifteen years of life. Most of this contemplation centered on the time when he first met his best friend, Takato.
They had clicked almost immediately, and as time went on they grew closer… unfortunately for Jenrya Wong, our lonely contemplator, as he and Takato grew closer his attraction to the boy also grew – to the point of near obsession. All of his dreams and waking thoughts were plagued by images of a boy with soft honey colored locks and warm ruby red eyes.
Jenrya let out a sigh as he buried his face in his hands. He was in love with his best friend but to afraid to do anything about it. Sounds cliché right?
Warm breath drifted lazily across his ear causing him to stiffen. A small chuckle escaped the boy who was standing behind him. "Did I scare you Jen?"
Jenrya turned slightly to face the brunette, "Just slightly Takato."
Takato smiled, "So what are you brooding about?" he asked lightly, hoping over the back of the bench to sit next to the bluenette.
"I'm not brooding!" Jenrya said indignantly, "I'm-"
"Thinking, right." Takato finished, rolling his eyes in the process. "Don't you ever get tired of thinking?" he asked.
Jenrya's brow furrowed, "What do you mean? How can I not think?"
"I mean… Jen you think about everything. You never just… just do something impulsive." Takato finished staring at the grassy field in front of them as the sprinklers turned on.
"Impulsive like what?" Jenrya asked.
Takato smirked and grabbed his friends' hand, "Like this." The smaller boy pulled Jenrya up and dragged him into the field, getting them sprayed with cold water.
Jenrya couldn't help but smile as Takato made the two of them twirl around, their laughter echoed in the empty park. The brunette wasn't as graceful as his companion though, and managed to trip over his own two feet. Jenrya reached out reflexively and caught Takato around the waste.
Takato looked up through his bangs and into Jenrya's grey eyes… and suddenly there was no space between them, as Jenrya leaned down and gently covered the smaller boys lips with his own.
Jenrya had just done something impulsive. Slowly he pulled away, his face burning with embarrassment. "I'm sorry." He muttered unable to meet his friends gaze.
"For what?" Takato asked wrapping his arms around Jenrya's neck, pulling him down for another kiss.
Jenrya felt as if he were in heaven. This kiss was longer than the first one, more intense, both boys getting lost in the fervor of it.
Jenrya pulled back and looked down at Takato, both of them were panting, faces flushed, hair tousled. "Why…?"
Takato smiled, "I love you Jen." He said clarifying why he had done it.
"I love you too."
Together the boys had faced many dangers, overcome many obstacles, and now together… they would find out what it meant to love.
A/N: I actually had a hard time writing the end to this fic, but I finally managed it. Now Review because Death loves you! and remember flames are welcome.