Confession?

AN: I hate this story. I feel it is very…. Not good. But, because the +Anima section is lacking in the CooroHusky fanfics, I felt I should post it despite how much of it feels wrong to me. I feel like I rant idly for no reason at parts. I began it at a time of heavy emotion (A kid in my class had just died of asthma), so I blame it on that. However, please enjoy.

Note: they're like, 16 in this story. Don't go all squick on me.

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Cooro had to cry himself to sleep. There was so much going through his mind, so much despair, that his brain just wouldn't shut down. He was unnaturally upset. The crow had always been the one smiling and keeping the positive thoughts going. He'd never been the one sunk the farthest in the quicksand.

Not this time.

After hours of nonstop tears, Nana had begun to wonder if he would ever stop. After the first hour, Senri couldn't take it anymore and just cuddled with him. It seemed to help, but it still took him awhile afterwards to finally just pass out from exhaustion.

Neither of them knew what had happened. One minute, Cooro and Husky had been out in the nearby woods, and the next, Cooro was bawling and carting a very much unconscious fish +anima in his arms back to Harden and Margaret's. The gratuitous amounts of of blood leaking from Husky's scalp sent Harden and Senri rushing into town to get a doctor.

Even after finding out Husky would eventually be ok, that it was just a slight concussion and a gashed scalp, Cooro couldn't stop crying. He couldn't even tell them what had happened. None of them were sure he'd talk at all until Husky woke up, but they didn't know when that would be. They'd just have to wait it out.

After awaking from his 'nap', Cooro refused to eat dinner. All he would do willingly was sit beside Husky's futon with his hands folded neatly in his lap. Occasionally he would reach over and brush at the bandages, or gently finger some of his friend's soft silver hair. Sometimes he would sniffle and choke, but it seemed he was trying hard to keep the tears behind his eyes instead of running down his cheeks.

"Cooro, sweetie," Margaret finally said, leaning over to drape a warm blanket over the teen's shoulders. "It's late. You need to get some rest."

The crow accepted the blanket silently and wrapped himself in it completely. His eyes never once left Husky's face.

"… I can't sleep," he mumbled into the material after a few moments, his eyes beginning to tear up again.

Margaret smiled sympathetically and wrapped an arm around his shoulder lovingly.

"He's going to be ok, you know," she said, rubbing his arm through the blanket. "If anything, getting some sleep will help you see him sooner. Besides," she kissed the side of his head. "What would he do if he knew that you didn't get any sleep because of him?"

Cooro managed to crack a small smile. "…He would probably hit me and tell me I'm being stupid."

"And you don't want that, right?" the older woman smiled softly, brushing some of Cooro's hair from his face. When Cooro only shook his head, she hugged him and stood. "I'm not going to make you go to bed, but it would be a wise decision. I'll leave you the candle."

Cooro nodded in acknowledgement, but left the candle in it's holder on the floor.

After another hour of sitting and watching his friend's practically lifeless face, the tears began to fall once more. He sniffed loudly and wiped his eyes and nose on his sleeve, slouching over farther in his seat. He was exhausted and upset, to the point where he couldn't even cry properly.

Cooro slowly shifted into a lying position, the cold wood under his belly making him a little uncomfortable. He wiped his nose again, then folded his arms under his chin. Tears idly slipped from his half-lidded eyes as he gently reached out and caressed Husky's cheek with the back of his fingers.

Water still streamed down his cheeks as he finally drifted off.

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The rest of the house was very silent the next morning, even though Cooro probably wouldn't have woken up if the house had collapsed. Harden and Senri left early in the morning to find some firewood to bring back and chop up for later in the evening. Margaret spent the morning and early afternoon in the kitchen, cleaning and sewing. Nana carefully changed Husky's bandages after breakfast, and upon noticing the flushed color of his face, put a cold compress on his forehead. She sighed gently, and sat back on her heels. Cooro was pretty much out cold, but she could see salt lines down his cheeks where the tears had dried. It was quite depressing, seeing such a happy kid be so upset. Nana wished she could help more.

Not too long after Nana sat down, Husky's face contorted. Nana's face brightened, and she leaned over farther in anticipation. After what felt like an eternity of shifting and groaning, Husky pushed himself into a sitting position and opened his eyes. He quickly moaned painfully and shut his eyes again, placing a hand to his damp forehead, where the wet cloth was previously resting..

"Husky! How are you feeling?" Nana asked in an excited whisper.

"Ugh. Terrible," he groaned loudly in response, earning a quick shush. He blinked at the sudden command, and turns confusedly towards Cooro as his female friend pointed at him. Undertanding, he lowered his voice.

"Where am I?" he inquired, picking up the compress from where it'd fallen into his lap; he pressed it to his forehead.

"Harden and Margaret's. You're been out cold for nearly 24 hours. It's Tuesday."

Husky's blue-purple eyes widened at the thought of losing a whole day. "Why was I out for so long?! Why didn't someone wake me?!"

Nana frowned. "You have a concussion and a head wound. The doctor said to let you wake up on your own."

"Well, that explains my headache," Husky mumbled, rubbing his forehead with the cloth. "Ah… That bastard…"

Nana perked at the swear word. "Hey, Husky? Can you tell me what happened yesterday?" She stared at him hopefully, earning a quirked brow.

"… Didn't Cooro tell you?"

"No. Actually…" Nana paused, a rather worried look crossing her face. "…Cooro won't say anything to us. The most he's said to anyone was last night. Margaret said she tried to get him to go to sleep, but he wouldn't."

The fish blinked curiously. Cooro not speaking? Unheard of.

"He wouldn't even eat dinner…" Nana continued, sighing at the still slumbering boy across from her. "All he did was sit next to you and cry." Husky audibly gasped and turned his head to look at the crow; Nana continued. "Late in the afternoon he finally fell asleep after Senri cuddled with him, but after he woke up again all he would do was sit here sniffing and wiping his face." She paused again, eying the surprised and disbelieving look on Husky's flushed face. "He was really upset and seemed real guilty about something, but he refused to speak to anyone about any of it. We're all hoping you could tell us."

Husky nodded a bit, gazing down at the top of Cooro's head. He was quiet for some time, silently fighting the urge to affectionately pet his friend's hair. He couldn't even imagine Cooro crying over something so ridiculous. He could barely image Cooro crying; and yet… he spent so long crying over him? The anger he'd felt was suddenly gone.

A kind of longing to tightly embrace Cooro snuck it's way through Husky's brain and through his fingertips. No one had ever cared about him that much. Sure, Nana and Senri were worried, but they didn't spend hours crying and keeping his unconscious body company.

Husky didn't realize he'd given in and started stroking Cooro's hair until Nana, again, inquired about the events of the day before. He quickly withdrew his hand and idly wiped his face to hide the blush. No, don't do that. Cooro is male. He wouldn't think like that.

"We were trying to track down where this deer had gone; it'd had an apple in it's mouth and Cooro wanted to find the tree it came from," he started, gently massaging the slightly bloody spot on the bandage around his head. "I guess I was running too slow, because he picked me up and flew us through the trees…" His face contorted. "I don't really remember much after that, but I know he ended up letting go of me. I guess I fell and hit my head."

Nana gasped, covering her mouth. No wonder Cooro felt so bad about it… She quickly leaned over and engulfed Husky in a hug, burying her face in his shoulder for a few moments.

"I'm so sorry!" she whined, pulling back to frown at him sympathetically.

Husky hesitated a bit at the contact, blinking awkwardly as Nana apologized.

"It's ok… Really. It's not your fault," he stammered. He was a little surprised; Nana usually never cared about his misfortune.

"I know, but… I still feel bad."

The two +anima sat in an awkward silence.

"Uhm, well, I should go help Margaret in the kitchen," Nana finally said, standing. She turned quickly to hide the light pink hue on her cheeks, but Husky still saw it. As she padded out, the fish huffed and put the now warm compress on his forehead. Girls. Nothing but awkwardness.

Husky must've dozed off when he lied back down, because the next thing he knew, he awoke to something soft and light brushing his bangs. He opened his eyes halfway, curious of what was causing the movement, and found himself staring into the face of an extremely worried Cooro. He opened his eyes all the way, staring back at his friend's worry with surprise.

Suddenly, Cooro's face lightened and his lips curled into a relieved grin.

"Ah, Husky!" he cried, quickly leaning down to wrap his arms tightly around his back. Husky didn't really have time to react before Cooro continued. "I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry! I promise I'll never do that again! I swear it!"

Husky opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. It took him a few moments to fully collect all his thoughts and shake off surprise. He wasn't really expecting to be immediately engulfed and apologized to the instant he woke up.

"Cooro," he huffed finally, struggling to sit up under the crow's weight. "Cooro, cut it out. You're over reacting."

The other teen didn't seem to hear him. In fact, he just squeezed him tighter. "I didn't mean to; I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

"Ok I forgive you!" Husky responded hastily, shoving Cooro off by the shoulders. He went to make a berating comment, but froze when he saw how upset his friend was. This had really hit him hard, hadn't it?

Cooro sniffed a bit, quickly wiping one of his eyes. Husky's face fell, and he hesitantly reached out to grip his shoulders.

"Hey…" he cooed, his face pinking a bit as he stared at Cooro's watery brown eyes. "It was an accident. I'm not mad at you, and I'm ok, aren't I? There's no reason to be so upset."

Cooro hiccupped a bit continually wiping his face as the tears began to fall. "B-but…" he sniffed. "I=I almost lost my b-best friend because o-of my own carelessness!"

The crow squeaked painfully as he was whapped upside the head with Husky's hand.

"Stupid!" the fish snapped, his face hardening and his nostrils flaring. "You didn't do anything wrong, so stop being such a baby!" Husky crossed his arms. "There's no reason to be so worked up about this! Everyone is still alive."

Husky was glad his friend was worried, but to be beating himself up so bad over an accident like that was a little much. Then again, the crow HAD always been a drama queen.

"B-but, you trusted me to hold on to you, and I let you fall!" Cooro sobbed loudly, wiping his nose so noisily that Husky squished his face in disgust at the wet, mucousy sound it made.

"Hey, look, I told you it was ok, didn't I?" he huffed, handing Cooro the damp cloth that used to be his compress. Said teen took the cloth and blew his nose, then set it on the floor before wiping his face again. He never did like crying in front of people.

Husky sighed heavily, and ran a hand through his newly un-bandaged hair. He made a note that someone must have unwrapped his head.

His friend was hopeless.

"Alright, come here," he groaned, opening his arms wide. When Cooro blinked in confusion, he rolled his eyes and motioned him forward. "Come on, you can hug me if it makes you feel better." He gave him a quick, sharp look. "But ONLY THIS ONCE. Got it?"

Cooro blinked a bit at the unusual offer; Husky never willingly invited people to have bodily contact with him. A content, yet happy smile graced his lips, and he wasted no time in pushing himself forward into the silver-haired teen's arms. The force of the crow's weight dropping onto Husky's slender frame sent them both toppling onto the futon, with Cooro lying on Husky, his head buried in the latter's chest. It was almost as if the crow could sense the harsh blush that had erupted across his friend's face, because he quickly rolled them over onto their sides. He smiled gently into Husky's shirt fabric as he listened to the quickening heartbeat behind it. Something about Husky had captivated Cooro since the first time he saw him at the circus, and he knew part of it was how easy he got flustered. It was just so cute!

Before Husky could protest, Cooro pulled them impossibly close to each other. He intertwined their legs and clutched tightly to the back of Husky's shirt, getting himself comfortable.

"C-Cooro!" Husky stammered, his voice and face giving away how utterly flustered he was. "H-Hey! C'mon! I said you could hug me, not-"

"Please let me stay," Cooro interrupted quietly, looking up at his friend's frustrated expression innocently. He liked being this close to Husky; something about it just felt natural. After what had happened, he had wanted nothing more than to gather him up and hold him for hours.

The fish blinked at Cooro's look, then furrowed his brows. He tore his eyes from his friend's face and looked off at the wall, a stubborn frown adorning his lips.

"W-well…" he mumbled bashfully, his mind racing to find an excuse to get Cooro off. Don't get him wrong, he didn't hate being that near to his best friend; in fact, he found it quite comfortable. It was just so embarrassing! He hoped with all his might that the other male didn't notice how hard his heart was beating. "I-I mean…"

"Please?"

Husky sighed heavily through his nose, his face softening. "…Fine. But don't get into the habit of doing this."

Man, it was impossible to say no to such a needy face.

The two of them fell quiet, the only noises being the sound of their breathing and the gentle clank of dished in the kitchen.

The smell of the damp skin under Husky's shirt began to cloud all of Cooro's senses. While it wasn't terribly pleasant (it basically smelt like dried sweat and something oddly bittersweet), it was calming and reassuring. He could fully believe that his best friend was there before him, breathing and alive. When he'd first seen Husky crumpled on the ground, unconscious and bleeding, the first thing that came to mind was, 'Oh my god, I killed him.' The idea that he'd killed Husky was there even after the doctor said he was going to be ok. Even now, he felt he didn't deserve Husky's forgiveness for what he'd done; but that was ok, because that intoxicating smell and the quick heartbeat proved that his friend was alive.

Cooro soon found himself staring at the insides of his eyelids, having been deeply inhaling Husky's shirt without really realizing it. His muscles were relaxed and embracing the other boy more gently. His mind was idle and basking in the unusual closeness.

Upon realizing Cooro wasn't going to move any time soon, Husky hesitantly wrapped his scratched arms around the crow's back. As he brought one of his hands up to grasp Cooro's shoulder, a little wave of emotion washed him. After all that had happened, the least he could do was let his friend hold him for awhile. Being stubborn and masking himself with annoyance wouldn't stop Cooro, so why make it hard for the poor +anima?

Husky gently squeezed his friend in a comfrorting manner, earning a tighter hug from Cooro. His blush, which had finally begun to disappear, flared up again as the crow nuzzled his chest. After leaning his face into the ends of Cooro's fluffy, dusty hair, he found himself imagining something he hadn't thought about in a long time. It was almost like he could feel his friend's hands sliding through his hair… The warmth of his breath on his face as their mouths drew closer… The soft brush of skin as their lips connected, but only for a moment…

Wait.

Husky didn't notice that his eyelids had drooped and his breathing has shallowed until he snapped out of it. He quickly opened his eyes, red cheeks getting impossibly darker in color at the scenario that'd just played through his head.

What the hell was that?

"Husky, are you ok?"

Cooro's gentle voice startled Husky from his thoughts. He glanced down at Cooro's face, which was plastered with worry, and frowned a bit. Great, he was making him feel worse. He hated that distressed look; it almost felt unnatural to see it on Cooro's visage.

"O-of course. Why?"

Cooro tilted his head back down to stare at Husky's chest. "Your breathing and your heartbeat keep changing…"

Husky blinked, glad his pink face was fairly hard to see at Cooro's angle. He knew his friend was alter to his surroundings, but he didn't think he'd be THAT alert.

"Oh… Sorry…" he mumbled, looking over at the floor. "It's nothing."

The crow +anima frowned as he sat in Husky's arms; he knew it wasn't just 'nothing'. Finally, he sighed and released his friend. At Cooro's pushing to get away, Husky blinked at him in a rather confused manner, but let the boy escape his idle hold. Cooro sat up and back on his feet, glancing at the floor. Husky pushed himself up as well, staring at his friend's face with wide, confused eyes.

"…Cooro?"

"I'm sorry," said teen quickly apologized, looking up. "I'm making you nervous, aren't I?

Husky blinked. "… Huh?"

"I know you don't really like touching people…" Cooro mumbled, his hands fidgeting awkwardly. "I won't make you. Sorry. I was being selfish."

Husky blinked again, then furrowed his brows. His hand whipped out and swiftly smacked Cooro on the side of the head, earning a pained squeak. He crossed his arms and legs, an annoyed look crossing over his face.

"At a time like this, you deserve to be selfish," he said matter-of-factly. "A-and besides…" he looked away, the pink flush on his cheeks betraying the stubborn frown on his lips. "If it's you… It's ok, I guess…"

His voice was pretty quiet, but Cooro still heard every word. He stared at the Prince, blinking in disbelief. After a few moments, Husky noticed the pair of yes on him and flushed deeper.

"What?" he snapped, his brow creasing as he furrowed it harshly. Cooro didn't respond to the question, a gentle, calm smile gracing his lips. Look at that; he'd made his friend even more embarrassed. His eyelids drooped gently as he leaned forward a bit, hesitantly lifting his hands to cup Husky's burning cheeks. The smile faltered away as the fish's heart pumped fresh blood into his cheeks.

As Cooro's hands found their way into the hair on the sides of Husky's head, Husky's heart skipped. He stared at the teen before him with the most vibrant look of surprise he'd probably ever worn in his life. By the intense heat radiating off his face, it was clear that the close proximity of their faces was new, and rather embarrassing. Something odd twisted in his stomach at the feeling of Cooro's hands in his hair. Hadn't he just imagined this? God, it was so much nicer in reality…

Cooro inwardly chuckled at the look on Husky's face as he ran his fingers down the teen's head to cup the sides of his jawline. One of his hands caressed Husky's cheek as he moved to slide his thumb across the boy's mouth. He was only vaguely aware of what he was doing, but those soft lips had suddenly looked so inviting… He wasn't thinking of the consequences if Husky rejected him. All he knew was what he wanted.

"Wh… What are you…?" Husky finally stumbled quietly, softly jerking his face to get his friend's thumb off his lips. Cooro just stared at him through half-lidded eyes, positioning his hand back on to the fish's cheek.

"Can… Can I…?" he whispered, his eyes flickering down to the other +anima's pale lips as he hesitantly leaned in.

Husky didn't have time to even give him a response before his mouth was captured in a gentle, nervous kiss. His mind abruptly went blank. Sure, he may have just imagined this happening, but having it actually take place was a whole different boat. What had Cooro done, read his mind? When a gentle shudder vibrated through Husky's spine, Cooro pulled his face ever so slightly closer to heighten the pressure, suddenly a little more confident. His eyes were closed as he savored the feeling, but Husky's eyes were still wide open in shock.

The fish suddenly felt weak, but that didn't stop his subconscious from having him kiss back. A pleasant feeling bubbled in his chest and filled him with a desire he'd never felt before. Husky had thought of being like this with best friend before, but he'd never thought of Cooro as that kind of person.

By the time the two of them had finally broke apart, Husky had taken handfuls of Cooro's shirt and used the leverage to pull them closer. They spent a moment staring at each other, their faces warm and pink. Husky's utter embarrassment gave him the cutest little expression, which Cooro couldn't help but chuckle softly at.

"Hey! What do you guys want for-"

Nana bounded in from the kitchen, only find the two in an awkward situation. She immediately froze, gawking hopelessly at the sight before her, her jaw practically hitting the floor.

Whatever afterglow the two boys had been riding quickly abandoned them.

"No! This isn't what you think!" Husky sputtered, hastily shoving Cooro away as he scrambled for an excuse. "We were just…"

"Husky had something in his eye!" Cooro spouted suddenly, grinning like he always did. "There was something in his eye and I was trying to see what it was!"

Nana merely stared between the two as they bumbled out their excuse, still completely in shock.

"Y-yeah!" Husky immediately began rubbing his eye. "B-but I think it's washed out now. Thank God for tears, right?" He laughed nervously, fussing with his fingers.

Their bat friend obviously wasn't buying their little story, because she slouched a little in defeat and put her face in her palm.

"Look…" she started, a kind of depression already showing in her voice. "I… Don't care what you're doing; It's not my business. Just… What do you want for lunch?"

"Sandwiches!!" Cooro chimed merrily, shifting into a cross-legged position. "I'm starving!"

"Can I just get some salad and fruit?" Husky asked awkwardly, scratching at one side of his head. "I'm not really hungry…"

Nana nodded, a clearly forced smile crossing her lips. "Sure thing. I'll call when it's done." And with hat, the bat +anima turned and plodded back into the kitchen.

Cooro waited for Nana to disappear before giggling quietly. "She likes you."

Husky merely grumbled and slouched. "Yeah… I know."

"I feel bad for her, though…" Cooro smiled sympathetically at the door to the kitchen. "Finding out the person you like doesn't like you back…"

The fish visibly spluttered as Cooro spoke.

"Wh-what?!"

"You like Nana as a friend, right?" Cooro suddenly seemed a little confused.

"Well yeah.. but… Who ever said I didn't… ya know… Like her, too?" Husky looked off at the floor, suddenly realizing how never kept eye contact when he was nervous or flustered. He didn't really like Nana like that, but verbally admitting to liking another guy was harder than it sounded.

Cooro frowned, blinking. "But… You kissed me."

If it was possible, Husky's face probably would have spontaneously combusted at the amount of heat that suddenly burst into his cheeks. "U-uhm… W-well, I…"

The crow spryly leaned over and stole his friend's second kiss. Husky emitted a strangled, surprised noise just before Cooro pulled away.

"See? You did it again!" he happily chimed, laughing at the flabbergasted look that'd decorated the other male's face. Husky quickly shook himself free of all the bewilderment and furrowed his brows.

"Don't do that!"

"Do what?"

"You know what!"

"Oh, this?"

Husky vainly tried to keep Cooro from catching his lips again, but still managed to shove him off after a few quick moments.

"Yes! That!" he snarled, the dark red color of his face completely contradicting the angry glare. Cooro just laughed, seeing right through his little angry mask. He'd been around Husky long enough to know better than believe it was real. Boy, he really did love embarrassing the little fish-boy.

"But it's so fun!" Cooro grinned innocently.

"No, it's no-GAH!" Husky began to protest, but was quickly silenced by a sudden barrage of little kisses. He tried to fight the crow away from his face, but only succeeded in losing balance and toppling them both onto the futon. Cooro continued to pepper the boy's lips with little pecks as he leaned over Husky and fought with the flailing limbs trying to get him to stop.

"Stop-! It-!" Husky managed out between kisses, an annoyed grunt rumbling his chest as Cooro wrestled to pin his arms above his head. His fierce kicking wasn't doing much to aid the situation, however, as Cooro wasn't strattling him. When the teen still didn't let up, Husky quickly rolled his head to the side to avoid anymore lip contact.

"Cut it out!" he growled, now genuinely annoyed with the fact he was being ignored.

Cooro could hear Husky protesting, but at the same time, he couldn't really hear it. It was like something had snapped. He'd never felt so out of control of his body before; it was to the point where his mind had just ceased to exist and let his instincts take over. He was just moving, and any details besides that were a blur.

There was suddenly the gentle taste of salt on his tongue, but he didn't even wonder about where it came from. He'd been eating so many sweets lately, the contrast was welcomed.

The fish +anima couldn't control the shiver that cracked down his spine at the feel of Cooro's tongue trailing his neck. He swiftly found himself frozen. Oh god, what was Cooro doing?

"H-hey," he tried, weakly continuing his fight. "Kn-knock off."

He quickly felt his fight failing more and more as Cooro's tongue found it's way across his exposed collarbone. He tried to grab onto the teen's forehead to push him away, but was lacking in the strength to go through with it. The sensation of little kisses on the Sternomastoid in his neck, the gentle, warm caresses of the tongue across his skin, and not to mention the fact of who it was… He couldn't help but melt into it.

Husky's breathing suddenly hitched, eyes widening as he felt Cooro's fingers brush against the skin by the bottom of his shirt. Something clicked, and his mind and heart were suddenly running a marathon.

Too fast. He's moving way too fast. Oh god.

"Cooro!" he forced out, a kind of urgency in his voice. How could someone so innocent suddenly be doing something like this just because someone confessed to him? "Cooro – wait!" He feebly pushed at his friend's arm, trying vainly to remove it from where it'd slid up under the fabric to his chest. He exhaled hotly, fighting the sensations still being inflicted on his skin.

And then, the door opened.

The foreign noise brought Cooro back into reality. He ceased his actions, and turned to look over his shoulder to see what was happening.

The two teenage boys must have been quite an eyeful for Senri and Harden, who both nearly dropped their armfuls of firewood. Cooro, leaning over Husky, his tongue half out of his mouth and his hand up the fish's shirt; Husky, bright red, panting gently, one hand on Cooro's head and the other on his shoulder…

An utterly awkward air fell about the room, and no one dared talk, or move.

"Guys! Lunch is ready!"

The awkward situation got about 700 times worse as Nana and Margaret peeked in from the kitchen.

Husky swore he almost died of embarrassment before completely snapping.

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"Huskyyyy!" Cooro whined desperately through the door to his shared bedroom. "I said I was sorry! Please let me in!"

"HELL no!" You can sleep on the freaking futon tonight!" came Husky's furious reply.

"But Huskkyyyyy, my clothes are in there!"

"Sleep in your day clothes! I don't care!"

"C'moooonnn! Please forgive me! I wanna sleep in my bed tonight!"

"NO."

Cooro whined childishly and slid his 16 year old body down the door. He put his ice-pack back on his black eye and sighed heavily. Man, Husky hit hard when he was angry enough. He'd apologized for the whole incident innumerable times, but Husky still refused to accept his apologies. He's even locked him out of their room!

"Huskkyyyyy…" he whined impatiently, thumping his head back against the door.

"NO. Must I say it again?"

This was going to be a long night.