Chapter Two: Someone Like You

When we were younger, I'd spend my summers with Tohma's family. Maybe I should correct that, since I never seen much of his family anyway, just Suguru a relative of his. But I did spend most of my summers with Tohma.

I always thought it was because Tohma was my cousin. Why cousin? Because that was the only word I knew back then, cousin. And I didn't want him to be my brother anyway.

But when we got a little older we did realize that we were in anyway not biologically related. Nothing in our blood has tied to each other, which was in some ways, a giant relief to my little heart back then. I don't know, but I think it was because of this stupid little exchange we did when we were kids.

Tohma was really different when he was a little boy, a lot different when we were kids. I think I should say the same to myself too. Tohma used to be really noisy one when we were a hell lot younger, and I was the one that was supposed to be mute or something. I don't talk much you see, I didn't see any reason to talk.

So I grew up with my Tohma filled summers, and from the very first time we met he would always pull my then raven colored hair and tell me I was ugly. Why would he call me that remained a mystery to me. Even now that we have reached this stage where we are to handle the befuddling situations are hormones force us into. But I did know they weren't supposed to be mean or anything, he was just being funny or I think he was being truthful.

Back to this talk we had when we were kids, but before I begin maybe I should warn you that my story is nothing special. So please, put back those Kleenex boxes away and if you want to skip my ever normal childhood, do so. I'd rather you do anyway.

You see, I have business people for parents. They're the all work and no play kind of guys, the ones you usually catch in those things they call 'movies'. They work like there's no end and as if stopping for a day would crash the whole company down. I'm not mad at them, not really. I never got to know them anyway, so I it's like I don't really feel anything for them.

They send me to school and give me everything I want, do you think I need any reason to rebel? I'm just a grateful boy.

Just because I don't see them doesn't mean they don't love me. I do think they love me, why else would they give me these things? Look, I'm a poet and I'm supposed to be sentimental, that's what we 'literary geniuses' are supposed to be. So don't give me anything else that says they're doing this for show.

So, let's go back to Tohma. His daddy was my daddy's pal in highschool, and they were this tight. And he has his own lonely bundle of joy too, so that was why when school is out of the corner and the heat is turning up we go to each other's places and spend the whole two months together. Nobody knows Tohma like I do and nobody knows me like Tohma does too.

He used to call me vary of things; the first of them was ugly because I had boring black hair. Of course pink is not my natural color, did you know how many retards went to me asking that? It's irritating.

That blonde president of ours used to be hyper when he was still seven year old. I was six that time, and you know what? I don't like being with Tohma.

I loved being with him.

He'd pull my hand while running so fast in the middle of the park, and we'd end up letting a flock of bird fly away as we crash by their place near the fountain. We'd climb trees, tall trees, and we'd fall back down with our knees and arms in bruises. But hey, we were kids; Tohma was the one who said it was all right while I cry my eyes out. There was a time he called me sissy, and that was how I first learned how to throw my first punch. It was terrible throw, it didn't even hurt because he just smiled at me.

He'd drape an arm over my thin shoulders and pull me close in a friendship hug. His huge grin taking over his face, he would take me to places like the mall and we'd play in the arcades. All on our own.

He'd make me feel proud of everything I do; he was the first one to read the stuff I write. I don't really deserve to be called a 'writer'; I'm really crappy at these kinds of things. This was already when we had a few years behind us.

"Hey, that's really nice" he was thirteen and remnants of childhood smiles were still there. He even called me Shu-chan, "And I bet I know who wrote this..."

This was where everything changed, this stage.

"Thanks, Tohma-kun"

He'd read the things I write and every year those loopy grins are starting to calm down. Tohma was morphing, and so was I.

Annually, I would find myself bouncing by, instead of he running up to me. It was supposed to be him going around with all the cooky ideas and strange stories for our nocturne dreams. This time, the tables have turned and I found myself sucking on all the happiness that belonged to Tohma.

They all belonged to me now.

I don't know why he was transforming, nevertheless I could see them.

"Ne, Shu-chan, do you like me?"

He asked that once.

He was turning into someone else that time.

His loopy grin was on my face now and my silent mask was hanging by his.

I cupped his face and loomed in close until we were so close and then said.

"Of course, Tohma-kun"

"I like you as my friend"

That was the summer that ended all his childishness.

(SPACE HERE)

A/N: That was... something. Oh well, I'll write Yuki and the other guys some other time... I'm really busy, gomen nasai minna!