Whoo! This took me a while to upload!
... well, a little less than a year. I'm so sorry.
I'm relatively new but I was so happy about the review I got because it was so excited and sweet about my story that I decided to post a new chapter, even though I had zero inspiration (it's admittedly been a while since I've last watched Wolf Girl and Black Prince so this might be slightly off-character but I did my best).
THANKS TO HELIANA FOR LEAVING SUCH A NICE REVIEW! I was really happy about it! And seeing as you did want me to upload the story, I hope this'll live up to your expectations, even though I let you wait really long ^^'
Also a big thanks to the people who favourited and followed the story, I'm always happy about these things!
Well then, I hope you'll enjoy the new chapter, even if it took me an eternity to get it up here. Reviews are always appreciated!
"Takeru. What happened?"
The question stood in the room, waiting to be blown away by new words.
"I told you, it's not a big deal," Takeru finally replied, grinning at his friend. "Don't worry about it, seriously."
"Takeru," Kyoya growled, flashing his evil look. "If you want to stay here for longer than another minute, you better tell me what's going on right now."
"...you don't need to get so angry..." Takeru pouted.
Kyoya sighed and grabbed Takeru's wrist and pulled him into his living room to push him onto the couch and then stood before him, hands on his sides. "So?"
Takeru was silent for a moment but then gave in and started to narrate, "I... told them I was homosexual. I thought they'd understand but they just got angry, shouted at me and told me to get out until I learn to like girls. That's all. Like I said, it's not a big deal, so don't worry about it, okay?"
Silence settled, then Kyoya stepped forward and snapped his finger at Takeru's forehead.
"Ow- what was that for?!"
Kyoya walked towards the door. "Stay as long as you need," he muttered and then pulled it closed behind him.
Takeru stared shortly, then smiled. "Thanks," he called. The doorbell rang and when Kyoya didn't make an attempt on coming out of the kitchen, Takeru decided to go and open the door.
Erika smiled at him when he opened. "Oh, hello, Takeru-kun. Is Kyoya-kun here?"
He nodded, turned and shouted into the apartment, "KYOYA, YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S HERE!"
Kyoya came from the kitchen. "Yeah, I know. I told her to come over."
"Eh? Why?"
"To hold me back."
"…what?" Takeru and Erika asked simultaneously.
Kyoya rolled his eyes. "I called her right after I'd called your parents. I'm going to go over there and talk to them. I want to take Erika with me so I don't kill them at their doorstep."
"Wha- Kyoya, you're not going to talk to my parents," Takeru protested.
"Yes, I sure as hell am."
"Um," Erika spoke up and both of them looked over to her. "I don't exactly know what's going on so… could someone fill me in before anyone does anything."
"It's nothing, Kyoya's getting worked up over nothing," Takeru replied.
"It's not nothing," Kyoya growled. He was normally so composed and acted like he didn't give a damn but there were times like these, Erika knew, when he got worked up because people he cared for have been hurt. "They have no solid reason to throw you out and I'm going to make them realize that."
Erika gasped. "Your parents… threw you out?!"
"Damn right they did, and I'm going to make them regret it."
"No!" Taken aback from the sudden outburst, Kyoya and Erika fell silent. "You're not going to talk to my parents, okay? They don't want me, that's fine. I already have the job at the café, I managed to make them let me work overtime, so I'll be able to get my own apartment and live there, so don't worry about me freeloading here forever."
"That's not the point," Kyoya said.
"Why? You always act like you don't care, so why can't you do that now when I want you to?"
"Takeru-kun…!" Erika tried to calm him down but Takeru grabbed his jacket (he hadn't had the time to take his shoes off when he'd returned) and opened the door.
"Forget it, I'll find somewhere else I can stay. Don't bother yourselves with me anymore." With that, the door slammed shut behind him.
The groceries in the plastic bag rattled when Kusakabe was on his way from the store back home. While walking, he passed the place with the fountain and he couldn't help but remember the events of earlier that day.
"I like your face. You shouldn't cover it up."
Unconsciously, he touched the strands over the right half of his face. Maybe he should really try pushing them back a bit. Erika had said something similar before too, after all… she shook his head and let his hand slide into his pocket. No, why was he thinking about that now? He was more comfortable like this, after all. He didn't have to worry about creeping people out if he wore his hair like this.
He looked up startled when he bumped into someone. "Ah! I'm sorry!"
"No, I was- oh, Kusakabe-kun?" Erika asked and took a step back.
"Shinohara-san…"
Erika smiled at Kusakabe in an apologetic manner. "I'm sorry, but I don't have time to chat right now. We're searching for someone. You don't happen to have seen Takeru-kun somewhere?"
Kusakabe shook his head. "Not since this afternoon. Has something happened?"
"He and Kyoya-kun had an argument and he ran away. Would you call me if you see him?"
Kusakabe nodded. "Of course."
"Erika! What are you doing?! Hurry up!" an angry voice shouted from across the place.
"Ah, right! Sorry, Kusakabe-kun! See you at school!" Erika turned and sprinted away, waving.
"Y-yes! See you at school…!" Kusakabe called after her and watched her go on with Kyoya until they were out of sight.
As he continued to walk home, he couldn't help but wonder what could've happened. He knew neither Takeru nor Kyoya good enough to really come to a conclusion but from the difference in both their attitudes, it didn't really surprise him that much that they fought every now and then.
He let out a soft sigh. Why did every so very nice person he knew have to be involved with Kyoya?
When Takeru's feet finally came to a stop, he looked around slowly and sighed. "Huh… what do I do now…?" He didn't want to go back to Kyoya; that much he knew. Because, even though he knew Kyoya just wanted to help in his own way, he just wasn't prepared to be confronted with the situation so straight forward. He'd hoped he could just stay with Kyoya for a while until either he was ready to confront his parents himself or had enough money to get himself a small apartment. Well, that plan was out of his options now. He could stay with some friend from school but they weren't like Kyoya. They would definitely want to know what was going on.
He looked around again. He recognized this area, it was near to Erika's school. Maybe he could contact Nozomi or Sanda and ask them to let him stay… but then again, Sanda would ask either him himself or Erika what was going on. So that only left Nozomi.
He was about to reach for his phone when he heard a soft, "Takeru-kun…?" from his side.
He looked into the direction of the voice to find Kusakabe, a plastic bag in his hand. "Kusakabe! Hey there!" he grinned.
"What are you doing here, Takeru-kun?" Kusakabe asked, slowly stepping closer.
"Ah, that's… I just had a little fight and needed a bit space so…"
"I know."
"Eh?"
"Ah, no, sorry, I-! I mean, I met Shinohara-san just now. She and Sata-kun were looking for you and she told me you had an argument with him so… I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
Takeru let out a small sigh, the smiled. "Nah, it's fine. I think in the end it'll result in me going back anyways so…"
"U-um… Takeru-kun… would it be rude to ask why you fought?"
Takeru's smile faded slightly, then it returned. "It's nothing. We sometimes have other perspectives at things than the other."
"If… if you want to, you could come… to mine until… until you want to return…" Kusakabe offered, looking at the ground shyly and Takeru felt his heard beating faster.
Fuck… why the hell is he so cute? "Sure. I'd like to."
