"Um what type of missionary are you?"
A look of confusion graced his face momentarily until he processed what I must have thought. His laugh vibrated powerfully through me. It sounded like the bass tones of a piano. A perfect sound that was dark and yet somehow very bright. It had the power to make anyone smile along with him. Even when they themselves were the joke. I found myself blushing brightly from embarasment as I grin foolishly.
"No, No, You got it all wrong. I'm not a missionary of any sorts. I just finished moving in next door and I thought I would come pay my new neighbor a visit. My name is Raikazu. Raikazu Yamito, if you like refering to people by their last names."
As he introduced himself he extended a delicate hand while tilting his head to the side at a slight angle. I shook it without notice. It wasn't until the coolness of his skin set in against mine that I even realized that my hand was intwined with his.
"Oops sorry bout that then. I just normally don't get visitors and what not so I just figured, well you know. Heh, well um yeah my name is Takeshi Tomino. But you can call my Takeshi. Uh, why don't you go ahead and come in then. It's getting chilly out there."
"Thank you."
"No problem. So what brings you to this neighborhood?" I asked, starting a conversation as I locked the door back and began to give him the grand tour of my house.
"Oh, I don't know. It was probably just the great deal I just finished getting on the house I purchased."
"Heh yeah I guess that would be a good reason. Ok well this is my room, down that hall is the the bathroom, and a storage closet. Down that one is the guest bedrooms and my father's room. There's not much upstairs. Ok back downstairs now. Um thats the kitchen, the dining room, over there is the laundry room and this is the hang out room." I concluded smiling.
"Where is your parents, anyways?"
Silence suddenly drapped the room and the tension became palpibable. A knot formed instantly in my stomach. I didn't know how to say it. Nor did I really want to put that information out there. I don't want pity. Nor do I need it. He must have sensed something was wrong becuase he then interjected with a kind comment.
"Listen, I'm sorry. You don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable or anything. I can understand if you don't trust me with that information. Or if you just don't like talking about it, ok?"
Sincerity dripped from his words. It was different. I am use to people wanting to know everything. Every little detail of your life, the more tragic and hurtful it is, the more they want to know. Even when they say that you don't have to talk about it you can tell by their eyes that they are lying. They are trying to inject guilt into your mind so that you eventually tell them. Then they wait for the bomb to go off and your shell to crack just enough to leak the information then the gossip begins. But not this boy. There was no rush in his words, actions, or motives. He had an air about him that implied that he had all the time in the world and was willing to wait for anything. For everything. It was interesting and yet somehow menacing. A little voice in the back of my head was screaming, begging for me to get away. But I knew that I was just acting foolish. Paranoia starts to get the better of you after a few years of the same cycle. The way his eyes silently apologized over and over made me want to tell him. Not just that but everything. I could tell that he would be a good friend. He seemed like an interesting person and a good listener. Although most people do at first. Oh well might as well tell him. I mean the truth never hurt anybody, right?
"Nah it's fine. My parents aren't dead or anything. Although they might as well be. My dad is always on business trips working in foreign countries and what not. As for my mom, she in a rehabilitation center. She use to pump so much alcohal and drugs into her system that she now suffers from schitsofrinia. So I never really get around to seeing them. It's been years since I have spent real quality time with either of them. But it's not like I'm neglected or anything. I mean, my father set up a checkings account for me and wires money every two weeks so I always have enough to survive on. So it's not like he is a bad father or anything. He tries his hardest to look after me I suppose." I said it all with a huge smile on my face. Masking my emotions has become second nature to me. Raikazu's face was a little shocked by what I told him. I suppose that he wasn't really expecting that to be my parental background.
"Wow. I didn't expect that from you. You seemed so happy. You look like everything is just how it should be in your life. Well I suppose looks can be decieving. What about the rest of your family then? If you parents are always gone then why do you live all alone over here. Why don't you go live with your grandparents or aunts or something?"
"Well I don't know. I guess it just isn't bad enough to make me frown. Life is easier to handle when you are smiling. And well let's just say that my family isn't really all that fond of me. Apparently I give off a freakish impression to people heh. Oh well. It just taught me to be responsible at a young age."
We sat down on the couch and he slugged his arm around me.
"You look like you need a hug, man. And hey you don't give that freakish impresion off to me. On the contrary I get great vibes from you."
A smile so genuine graced his face and I found myself smiling as well. It was awkward seeing as I didn't mean to smile at all. Tears threatened to boil over and come crashing down from my eyes but I held them. I mean seriously I couldn't let him see me cry. It's just soo odd because I'm not use to having anyone. I am so use to be lonely. I pushed away as the awkardness of how close we were set in.
"So um yeah, what about your family? Are they still next door unpacking?"
"Oh my family? Well they all are dead in one way or the other. So, no I'm pretty sure they aren't next dorr unpacking."
I gasped as my face instantly flushed with embarassment. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! You must be so angry with me! I had no right to ask. Oh gosh, here I am acting like my problems are such a big deal and look at yours. Oh gosh, I am so inconsiderate!"
He tried to talk through my mess of words. "It's fine really. You don't have to stress it. No really your over reacting."
I couldn't hear him through my rambling and thus I just continued on. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to offend you or anything. I just I dont know felt like I don't know and you seemed to be so happy so I just thought tha---" Silence. My lips stopped moving and my big mouth stopped running. But not because I realized how stupid I sounded. No, I was silent because warm plump lips were pressed against my own. My faced turned beat red, my head spun with embaraaament and my heart froze. My eyes widened and I stared as he slowly pulled away from me.
"I told you already. Its ok."
"I-I-I'm sor-sorry."
"Like I said before. Its ok.. Sorry for the whole kissing you thing. You just wouldn't shut up and I didn't know what else to do."
"Yeah... That makes sense.... I guess"
"You okay? You look like a tomato." He said with a light chuckle.
I turned even more red. "Eh?! Yeah yeah yeah I'm fine! Never been better! Uh... You wanna watch TV?"
He smiled. "Sure, that sounds like a great idea."
I sighed to myself. Thatnk the gods that he lit that one go. He stayed at my house for about another hour. Perhaps a little longer. I walked him to the door and watched him as he walked to the sidewalk. He turned around and waved goodbye to me.
"I had fun. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see ya." I waved goodbye, closed the dorr and went to walk up stairs. I turned the lights off in the house as I made my way up to my room. I closed the door, took off my shirt and pants then curled up in my bed. Allowing myself to slowly sink into the dark world known as sleep.
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