Handmade Love
"What the fuck is this?" he asked me with a scratchy voice.
I peeked down once again and the squishy object in my hand and frowned. What the hell was this? I was in sucha rush, I never stopped to think why I took this action to express my thanks - my thanks for him playing for me in the Reapers Game. And... blue? Blue? Was that even his favorite color? Honestly, I never learned his favorite color, so this was a (very) hopeful guess. I gave him the most simple answer ever, "Yours."
He raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by this simple. yet overwhelming answer. Knowing him, he didn't want to insult me, but he didn't want to be Mr. Happy Receiver either. Ever since the first week, he's viewed me as a stubborn, yet fragile soul. Not only that, but he had expanded his world immensely, discovering that people actually have something called 'feelings'. Thus, didn't expect him to make a positive comment or a negative comment - it would be more of a negative comment with a truck-load of sarcasm. And I would pout. Then whine. Then drag him to 104.
"How did you know I lost it?" he asked sarcastically, "I could've sworn it was in my crib fifteen years ago."
I pouted and said, "Ha, ha... very funny." An awkward silence followed.
My eyes wandered to Hachiko, who watched the whole scene in his stone state. I frowned, suspecting he would walk away any moment. I kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
"So... what is it - a cat?" he asked.
"PIG!" I defended, shoving the silky navy blue stuffed pig in his arms. If he were to walk away, I wanted him to take the pig with him.
He held it up to his face. "Mr. Oink?"
My face must've lit up. He just named it? That was a first! I wanted to run around and tell the world, but I held my firm posture together and resisted the urge to squeeze him. Instead, I calmly assured him, "If that's the name you want, go for it!"
"Heh," He slipped a small smile, "There's nothing wrong with a little hand made love."
I immediately blushed a crimson red. I squeezed my head between my shoulders, looked downwards, and internally squealed. Handmade love? I didn't even consider the thought. But now that he had introduced the whole new concept to me, I guess I could admit that I had put a little heart into Mr. Oink. Maybe my reason wasn't just to thank him for saving my ass in the game. Maybe it wasn't that I had nothing better to do. Maybe it wasn't even because he's simply a friend. Maybe... just maybe... I had to rethink those reasons.
He tucked the 'handmade love' under his arm and gestured me towards him. He offers, "Let's go to 104."
I gave Neku the most goofy grin I'd ever given anyone, and followed him through the scramble crossing.
