The Lonely Boy
Miharu looked out across the forested clearing in front of him, he had come here to meet Yoite and he was slightly nervous. Even though they had only met once before he felt strangely attached to the other boy, Miharu took a moment to compose himself before he began walking down the hill at an easy pace. No one was ever going to see him without his mask of indifference; no one could know he actually cared about anyone.
Miharu crept across the ground before he found his destination, an old abandoned caravan where he had made his deal with Yoite and where he first began to have these strange desires and feelings he had never experienced with anyone else.
He slowly raised his right hand to the door of the vehicle and was about to knock when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he whipped around flinging his hair wildly across his face. He slammed against the caravan and almost fell to the ground in shock but a pair of gentle hands stopped him just before he landed.
His hair settled across his eyes disrupting his vision and he reached up to brush the dark mess out of the way.
Miharu couldn't stop the faintest of blushes appearing on his cheeks as he glanced up at the person who had saved him, Yoite. The older boys pale features were slightly hidden away under a hat and his dark hair. He dark eyes scanned Miharu making a shiver run down the younger boys spine. He really is beautiful; Miharu thought wistfully before he forced the fantasies away, it could never happen, why was he even thinking that?.
'So did you bring what I asked?,' came the soft voice of the one who had startled him. Yoite tilted his head slightly and starred at Miharu with a blank look that he often wore.
'Y-yes.' The younger boy stammered in reply thinking about where the older boy's hands were holding him. What was he supposed to have brought again? He couldn't think, his mind was clouded with lust for something could never have 'I just…'
Miharu fumbled in his pocket for a moment before looking down and bumping heads with Yoite. His breath caught in his throat as he felt Yoite's long fingers brush his face, a faint gasp escaped him. He flung himself backwards and hit the door of the metal transport behind him, hard enough to black out.
Just as his eyes closed he heard a voice in the back of his mind whisper, 'Miharu.'