The next day was pure hell. New was wildfire in Blue Bay Harbor. No matter how much Cam wanted it to keep quiet.
Hunter had let it slip to Blake, who, of course, couldn't keep his mouth shut to Tori, who told Dustin and Shane and then, everybody knew about Sensei Watanabe.
The night before the pratically demanded funeral, Cam sat on his bed, shaking ever so slightyly. His knees were pulled up to his chin, his delicate asain features hidden in his chest and his thin arms wrapped tightly around his legs. The tears had stopped, but the shock still haunted him.
He hadn't been deprived as a child. For all sakes, Sensei Watanabe was the best father ever. He would take days off just to go out to the back of the academy and play baseball or take care of Cam when he was sick. His dad had even taught him how to cook, along with how to make a mess with four bags of flour and an egg carton. His dad was the best father any boy could ask for...
And now he was dead.
The pure phrase brought another flood of tears. He bit his tongue to muffle his sobs as the tears ghosted themselves down his pale cheeks. He could only hope Hunter hadn't heard him. He didn't want Hunter to worry about him. The crimson ranger had done enough as it was.
Hunter had been the one to hold him that day, telling him he would be there. Hunter had been the one to stay the night. Hunter was the one who had told everyone to back off when they ganged up on him. Hunter was the one who had brought a bags of clothes to Ops so he could stay the nights with Cam. Hunter would hold Cam close when he cried and would wake him with comforting arms when he had a nightmare. Hunter had done enough and Cam was just piling more upon him. He probably sees me as a baby for all my crying.
"Cam..." The voice faded and Cam could only let a sob escape. The creak of the mattress made Cam tense.
"Don't, Hunter." He looked up at the crimson ranger.
"What?" He reached out to brush away the tears, but Cam swiped at his hand.
"You've done enough as it is. I shouldn't be dragging you down like this." He croaked, wiping the tears away himself. It hadn't brought any comfort, not like it had when Hunter would. "You should go back to Blake." His voice hitched slightly at that sentance. He didn't want to be alone. He couldn't be alone.
Hunter just shook his head. He pulled Cam closer to him, staring him straight in the eye. "Cameron, listen to me. I'm here because I want to be here. I want to be with you. Not because I have to or need to. Because I want to. Because I love you and I'm here for you. I'm not going to be leaving you any time soon, so you better stick with it."
Cam unraveled from his huddle, wrapping his arms around Hunter's neck and cryed into Hunter's chest. Hunter couldn't help but smile as he wrapped his arms around the asain's slim waist. "I'll always be here Cameron." He felt Cam shudder and he held the boy closer. He knew how much Cam liked to hear Hunter say his full name.
It was midnight, so Hunter, reluctanly, pulled Cam away from him and settled him into the green bed. As he walked away to go to the guestroom, he felt a tug at his arm. He looked at Cam. "Don't go." Hunter smiled, climbing into the bed beside Cam.
Cam brought himself close to Hunter, placing his head on the blond's chest. He fell asleep to the speeding heartbeat of Hunter. "I Love You HUnter." He whipered.
Hunter smiled, twirling his fingers in Cam's hair, setting his other arm behind his head. "I love you too, Cameron."
Cam silently moaned. He loved the way he always said his first name.