Don't have much to say. First ever Hamtaro fic. Travis/Hamtaro fic. Ham-humans. Rating will go up in later chapters if they do I'll set it up in my livejournal. Review please.
Summary: When Travis' neighbor adopts a boy that captures his heart he tries his best to conceal his feelings while trying to find the past of this mysterious boy.
Disclaimer: Know this while you read this story because it will only be said once. I do NOT own Hamtaro or any of it's characters. Thank you.
Here's the story…
Travis blasted his MP3 on high as he casually jogged through town. Sweat was burning his eyes and running down his chin. His wet t-shirt clutched to his chest. His breathing was in tune with his steps. 'Just four more blocks to go,' he thought. He hummed to Lips of an Angel, a new song he was interested in. It was a Saturday so no school. He ran early to avoid too much sun and people. Mainly girls who clutched at him. He groaned.
'Monday's going to be a killer,' he thought, 'too bad the girls don't know my deep secret of being gay. That'll sure be a surprise. I see it now in the school newspaper. Oh so wonderfully handsome seventeen year old Travis Bayson turns out to be gay.' He chuckled. 'Oh, yeah. Big eye opener there. The girls would be crush. But I won't do it until...I actually end up in a relationship. I mean I almost had something going on with Roberto. But we realized we weren't for each other. So that was it.' He shook the thoughts off and continued his jog. 'One more block to go,' he thought. He slowed down his jogging to a normal walk. He tried catching back his breathing.
His house was spotted. He smiled. 'Time for food,' he thought as his stomach growled. Travis stopped. There were police cars at his neighbor's house. He paced over to his house where his mother and father were standing outside. They smiled at him and waved him over. His father, James Bayson, patted him on the back.
"Going out for a jog, son. Good for you. Can't believe how many children stay inside these days," he said. Both his parents had his hair and eyes. Though his father was tall and built while his mother was a petite woman.
"What's going on?" Travis asked rubbing his sore back. His father could hurt someone if he wanted.
"Oh Nana seemed to found a teenage boy in her garden. He apparently has no idea how he got there or who he is. The police are trying to ask him a few questions. We're waiting until they leave to get the details," his mother, or Leah Bayson said.
He nodded. "Well I'm going to change. Tell me if something good happens," he said. He entered the house and went straight to his room, grabbing a pear along the way. He changed out of the wet clothes sighing. He wished something like that would happen to his family. 'Everything's so plain here,' he thought. He changed into a quick red shirt with white short sleeves and blue jeans pants and shoes. His mother called him in from the kitchen.
"Travis! Come down! Nana wants us to see her new guest!"
Travis slid down the stairs and ran out the house to his parents, who were already walking to the house. Travis followed obediently behind. He could see other neighbors peeking from their windows. He smirked. 'And I won't say a word to them,' he thought to himself.
Nana greeted them from the doorway. She was a single restaurant owner. She had red hair cut boyishly to the neck of her ears. She had dark green eyes. She was a regular size for a woman. She was Japanese born but she moved to Americas with her grandparents.
She quickly hugged his mother. "Leah, dear, you will not believe the morning I had," she said. "Do tell," Leah said. She greeted the men with a nod of her head. They did the same. She lead them in. "He's in the main room watching TV. Come here. I'll introduce you all," she said.
They entered the main room where a red-orange patch of hair was poking out from the couch. Travis looked at the TV. 'Spongebob?' he questioned. Nana walked up to him. She talked softly to him.
"Dear, we have a few people who want to see you. They live next door and good friends," she said. She pointed at them. The boy turned around and Travis couldn't stop himself from blushing and go weak at the knees.
The boy was hot! 'He's more that hot. He's beautiful beyond any words. Like a god,' Travis thought.
His orange hair had white streaks at the end. His skin was tanned to a fine color. He had deep mesmerizing green eyes Travis had never seen before. There were small freckles on his cheeks. His teeth were perfect. His red luscious lips had Travis staring for minutes at a time. His chin was thin. He had small hands. He was a regular size for a teenager. Though he was almost three inches shorter than Travis. He wore a large white t-shirt with Hooters logo on it and red shorts almost unseen under the shirt.
He smiled at them. He got off the couch and walked up to them.
"Hello," he said innocently.
"Good morning," said Leah with the same softness Nana was using, "I'm Leah Bayson. This is my husband James Bayson. And this is our son-"
"Travis!"
Everybody gave a startled look. Especially Travis. 'I never seen this boy in my life. How does he know me?' he thought. Nana walked up. She placed a soft hand on the boy's shoulder.
"You know him?" she asked him.
The boy stared at Travis intently. Travis fidgeted under his stare. The way those eyes looked at him gave him was a bit of uncomforting. And he couldn't bring himself to look at them. They were so beautiful. He would feel shame at looking at something so beautiful. Then the boy shook his head.
"I don't know. I tried remembering. But the only thing that came to mind was Travis. That is your name right?" he asked staring at Travis again. Travis nodded with his head down.
"Then I might have met him before," he said.
Travis shook his head again. "I never seen you before," he said. 'There's no way I'll be able to forget a face and body like that,' he thought.
The boy's face fell. He looked down and muttered an, "Oh." The parents gave him a pitied look. Travis looked at him as well. 'He look so sad,' he thought, 'I just want to run over there and hug him.' He bit his bottom lip. Then the boy looked up with a smile.
"Oh well," he said, "I'm sure I'll get my memories back soon."
Nana smiled. "That's the way you look it, dear. But because I feel like you don't want to be called dear all the time. Do you have a name we can call you?" she asked. He put on a pondered look. Travis looked at his hair. It brought up a sense of familiarity.
"Omen," he whispered.
"What?" James asked.
Travis fidgeted under everyone's stares. "I said Omi. My friend Roberto owns a dog named Omen. His hair reminded me of him," Travis stated.
"Really. Well then how about Omi. Can I be called that?" he asked
Nana shrugged. "I don't see why not," she said. Omi smiled. "Thanks," he said to Travis. Travis nodded. The newly named Omi grinned bigger. His stomach growled suddenly. He blushed. Travis smiled. 'He's cute when he blush,' Travis thought. Omi grabbed his stomach.
"Hungry?" Nana asked. He nodded. She pointed to the hallway. "The kitchen is down the hall to the right. Feel free to have anything you wish," she said. He nodded again. "Travis, go with him," Lea ordered. Travis nodded. He silently gasped. Omi grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the room. He put his head down to hide his blush.
(Break)
Travis watched as Omi poked his head through everything in order to get what he wanted. He tiptoed to get to high places. And bend over to get things too low. Travis took this time to look at the perfectly curve small round butt that he had. He looked down and blushed.
"Is something the matter?"
Travis looked up even though his blush was still there. Omi had a bag of sunflower seeds out. He sat across the counter Travis was sitting at. He opened the bag.
"Sunflower seeds?" Travis asked.
Omi nodded. "There're...delicious...Want some?" he asked. He gestured the bag over. Travis shook his head. Omi glanced over to him with a curious expression. Travis began to fidget under his gaze. Omi looked down and continued eating. Travis looked away. He didn't know what to say to a boy who didn't have his memories. Especially if the boy was as cute as he was.
"Do you like me?"
Travis looked up a bit startled. Omi wasn't looking at him and he stopped eating. He was toying with his fingers. Travis' shoulders fell. He didn't mean to make the boy sad. He was just nervous and unsure of what to say. He never felt like this before. He sighed. He stood and walked over to the boy. He placed a reassuring hand on Omi's shoulder. Omi looked up. And this time Travis didn't look away.
"Of course I do. What makes you think I don't?" he asked.
Omi shrugged. "Well, you won't look at me for more than three seconds. And you hardly said a sentence to me. I just thought you didn't like me," he said. Travis gripped on his shoulder. "Well, don't. I do like you. I'm just nervous that's all," he said. 'I could never not like you,' he thought.
Omi smiled at him. Travis grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and put it in his mouth. Omi giggled and put some in his mouth.
"Friends right?" he asked as he finished eating them.
Travis nodded. "Of course," he said.
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