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Chapter 2
Ray sobbed onto Boris, burying his face in the man's shoulder. This wasn't fair! What had he done to lose his lover! They hadn't done anything wrong! Something in him told him, though that the man that was holding him was knew something like this was going to happen. Ray knew it was going to happen too eventually, Voltaire was up there in age, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon. And he definitely didn't expect it to happen soon after the neko-jin gave the man his virginity, not just that but his whole being.
Why?
Why Voltaire?
The teen continued to cry onto Boris and the older man continued to stroke the younger boy's hair soothingly, whispering words of comfort that meant nothing to the teen. The words of comfort was not coming from the man he loved. The older man sighed and said, "Ray, this is probably the last thing you want to hear right now, but his funeral is set in two days and the reading of his will is the day after."
"You two had everything set up, didn't you?" Ray asked, pulling himself from the man and giving the man a glare.
Boris sighed. "Of course we did, Ray. We are but old men with a limited amount of time left in life to get everything situated, we had to set everything up."
"Did Voltaire have a history of heart problems or anything? I never got to know any of this, he never wanted to tell me anything."
"He had a heart attack once before a few years back. He barely survived that one, so it was bound to happen again and take his life." Boris answered. He knew it hurt the teen to hear this, but he needed to.
The neko-jin cried until sleep overcame him and he couldn't handle being awke anymore. The older man layed him down on the bed and covered him with a blanket, stroking his hair he then left the room, turning of the lights. Once out the door and in another room, he sighed desparingly as he thought about things that have happened. To be honest, he felt for the kid, but there was nothing he could do about it accept what Voltaire told him to do.
Either way, he went to the phone, put it to his ear, and then dialed the number he needed to dial. He wanted for someone to pick up while it rang, growing impatient after the first five and was about to hang up until someone answered. "Hello?" asked the male over the line.
"Yes, this is Boris. I called to ask if you've heard about the news?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"You should probably be here within the next day or so; the funeral's in a couple days."
"Why should I?"
"Because whether you liked the man or not, Ray needs your support and he is your grandfather."
End of chapter 2. This one is probably going to be just as short as the first one and take me just as long to finish. There's going to be a prequel of Love in the Old up soon as well, but it's going to be just a long oneshot possibly.