Yay, chapter two~ And it's actually a bit longer than chapter one :3 Yay~
Dedications: donttouchmykyoya818, Akari Izume, Lemmingx3
Disclaimer: No, I have no miraculously figured out who owns Meito and Mikuo and gained ownership of them.
Meito P.O.V.
"So, Meito, exactly why are you sulking this early in the morning?" I look up from where I was resting my head in my hands, trying to ward off the headache that's ever so kindly settled. Meiko is standing on the other side of the kitchen island, looking at me curiously.
"I was waiting for you to get up so you could give me some Advil or something..." I mumble. She raises an eyebrow, going to the cupboard where all the medicine is kept and pulling out the bottle.
"You weren't capable of doing it yourself?" She asks, opening the bottle and shaking out a couple pills in front of me. I shrug. I honestly hadn't seen the bottle, and I'd searched the entire damn cupboard too! I sigh, popping the pills into my mouth and swallowing them down with the glass of water that lay beside me. "Hey, what's up?" I look up at Meiko, who's frowning at me.
"What do you mean?"
"You look upset about something. It's obviously not from your hangover, so what is it?" I hesitate, not sure if I should dump all my problems on her again. Though, she normally does give pretty good advice...
While I think over whether or not I should tell her Meiko starts pulling pans out for breakfast. I wince when a couple of the pans bang against each other, the sound doing nothing to ease my already aching head. Meiko smiles sympathetically, placing the pans on the stove.
"... I think I did something to Mikuo last night..." I finally mumble. Meiko looks over at me from the fridge, her eyes widened slightly from what I assume is surprise or shock. She knows I like Mikuo, so I guess she thinks I may have acted on my feelings.
"What makes you think that?" Meiko's turned back to the fridge, but I know she has her almost full attention on what I'm saying.
"Well, I woke up on top of him this morning... And when I asked his if anything happened he seemed really hurt, but he told me nothing happened. I don't know what to do..." I sigh, placing my head in my hands again. I hear Meiko moving around the kitchen, preparing everything for breakfast.
"So, you have no idea what you did last night?" I sigh. Had I not just clarified that?
"No, I have no bloody clue."
"Well than sweetheart, the simplest thing to do would be to ask Miku. Mikuo will tell her anything. Just explain what happened, deal with a possible short lecture from Miku about how you'll die if you did anything bad to Mikuo, than get her to go question him, easy as that." I blink. I can't believe I didn't think of that before.
"Thank you Meiko!" I stand up and wrap my arm around her waist in a quick hug, placing a kiss on her cheek. She smiles, waving me off.
"Yeah yeah, just go get it done before breakfast is done." I smile and nod, walking out of the kitchen quickly to go find Miku.
Mikuo P.O.V.
I'm still lying with my pillow pressed against my face. I tried suffocating myself, but that didn't really turn out well. And I don't really want to die... I sigh when I hear a knock on my door and don't bother looking up when the door creaks open.
"Mikuo?" I look up when I hear Miku's voice, turning to see her looking at me from the doorway.
"Oh, hey Miku, come on in..." I bury my face in my pillow again, hearing Miku close the door and walk over to my bed. The mattress dips slightly under her additional weight when she sits down. She rubs my shoulder gently, and I turn to look at her.
"What's wrong baby brother?" I frown slightly. I hate it when she calls me that. She's only older by what, five minutes?
"Nothing's wrong, why do you ask?"
"Oh please, don't give me that. Your eyes are red, and I can see you're upset." Miku frowns. I sigh, looking away. I should have known I wouldn't be able to trick her. "Now, what's wrong?"
"You're really persistent, you know that?" I mumble.
"Yup. Now tell me." I rest my head on my arm. There's no way of getting out of this.
"... Meito... Told me he loved me last night..." I feel Miku shift slightly on the bed.
"And? Isn't that a good thing?" I blink. I expected her to start yelling at me to stay away from him. Has she suddenly grown to like him?
"Normally it would be, but... He didn't remember in the morning. How do I know if he meant it or not? What if he was mistaking me for someone else?" I feel tears burn the back of my eyes again, and squeeze my eyes shut to prevent the tears from spilling.
"Well... I unfortunately can't answer that..." I knew that. Though I'm starting to get scared of what her piece of advice will be. "The only way you can find that answer is by asking Meito yourself." I tense. Is she serious!
"Miku, I can't do that." I look up at her, praying she'll listen to me and not make me. Of course my prayers aren't answered.
"Oh Mikuo, you can. You won't find the answer unless you question him. And you're forbidden to do anything until you do." I frown again.
"You're going to force me to confess to a man who probably has no feelings towards me?"
"Yup." I hate Miku at times. She smiles at me and grabs my wrist, pulling me off my bed. I squeak, trying to catch my balance before I fall flat on my face.
"What was that for!" I cry when I'm sure I won't fall. Her smile simply grows.
"You're going to talk to Meito now." What? Why now? Why not in one hundred years or so?
Miku starts dragging me through the house, despite my obvious protests. I feel my fear multiply ten-fold when Miku brings me to the living room, where Meito is sitting. Oh, please don't make me do this Miku.
Meito P.O.V.
"Ow..." I rub the sides of my head. When I told Miku what happened she screamed at me. All this noise is completely destroying any chance the Advil had at treating my head. I sigh, resting my head in my hands. I was told to wait in the living room while Miku goes to get Mikuo. I hope she doesn't take long though.
"Meito!" I look up when I hear Miku call my name, both mildly relieved and scared when I see Mikuo behind her. I take a deep breath to calm myself while Miku pushed Mikuo onto the sofa across from me. "Now, neither of you can leave this room until Meito knows what he did last night. And since Mikuo is the only one who knows, he has to tell you." I can't tell if Miku is enjoying this or not. I don't doubt she'll enjoying killing me if I ended up doing something stupid. "Oh, and Mikuo, no lying." That's the last thing she says before walking out of the living room. I sigh, glancing over at Mikuo, who's staring at his hands.
"Hey, Mikuo..." I trail off. Mikuo looks up at me slightly. He looks so worried. I wonder what I did that he's so afraid to tell me about. "Look, you can tell me what I did last night, I won't think of you any less." However, what I think of myself may change drastically. Mikuo looks down again, nibbling lightly on his lip.
"... Ne, Meito, what are your feelings toward me?" I tilt my head, confused. What does this have to do with last night? And why does that sentence sound so familiar?
"Um, well..." I can't honestly tell this sixteen year old kid I'm in love with him. He'll hate me! I can't deal with that. I'd rather he never know my true feelings if I can just stay with him. "How is this relevant to last night..?" He sighs softly.
"It's extremely relevant to last night." I frown, confused.
"How so? Did you ask me that?"
"Other way round." I freeze.
"I asked you what your feelings towards me are..?" He nods. "And what did you say..?"
"I asked you the same question." Well, that tells me nothing. "Do you remember what you said Meito?" He looks up at me pleadingly. I look away. I have no idea what I said. I close my eyes, desperately trying to remember some part of last night.
"I don't remember..." I finally mumble. Mikuo looks down. I frown slightly when I see tears cascading down his cheeks silently. "M-Mikuo?"
"Meito, if I told you I love you, what would you say?" He whispers.
"Eh? Um..." Why is he asking me this? Does this have something to do with last night? I sigh, placing my head in my hands. "Why do you ask?" I finally mumble.
"... No reason, it's not important..." He stood up. "Tell Meiko-nee I'm not hungry." With that said he walks out of the living room. I groan. I should have just answered his damn question. Why do I always have to be a jerk? "Why did he ask that though..?" I press the heels of my hands against my eyes, my headache steadily growing larger. Why does life have to be so confusing?
I still suck at ending chapters x.x This story has somehow ended up being in Meito's P.O.V more than Mikuo's xD Oh well :3 The next chapter will probably be the last, unless I can think of another way to drag it out longer xD Please review~ *heart*