MY BIBLIOGNOST

The silver haired teen, even as he lay that night upon his bed, he was unable to keep his thoughts from wandering back to that of his oldest and dearest friend. The first friend he'd made since he'd returned from England to here in Japan. Perhaps, his only true friend since he'd been born.

No, he was more than a friend now.

"My boyfriend," just saying that allowed, gave him some sense of purpose. He wasn't just some mindless monkey doing well in school, because it was expected of him. He did well in school, because he was able to, not for anyone else, but himself.

Whether or not it would be a good idea to let his parents know, that he'd decided that he and Hiroki were now boyfriends, he didn't know. However, unless they asked him, he wasn't about to tell them. They never really told him anything, so, he didn't think this was actually any of their business.

In his bed, as he continued to think, he frowned as he thought about all the people, whom, could try and take Hiroki from him, like his brother for example. It wasn't like that dark haired brother of his hadn't tried before, to befriend Hiroki and turn his friend against him.

He sighed, staring up at the ceiling of his room, Hiroki was more intelligent than that and loyal too. The shorter of the two had oft proved that, by rising to his defense, whenever Haruhiko got in the way, or tried to steal something which belonged to him.

Never, had he truly felt loved. Not by his mother, nor by his father and most certainly not by his brother.

His mother had always been too busy with her hobbies and his father with work, work and more work. They hardly ever ate together as a family either, if he ate with anyone, it was always with Haruhiko, because their parents were practically never home and if they were, they weren't together at home at the same time. This, he'd found by listening to others at school, was not normal family behavior.

Tanaka, was the one whom had raised them, though even him, he wasn't too sure he could put his trust in, not completely.

There was only one problem that he was focused upon at that moment though, what did two men do when they were together, once they got beyond kissing. This, was what had him most intrigued, though he'd wondered often about it before, but now it was all the more important.

Who did he know, whom was gay, no one, at least, not anyone he knew about. It wasn't something people normally went around telling the whole world about, because there were still those who considered it to be an abnormal life-style. At least, where he and Hiroki lived it was considered abnormal.

Unable to sleep, he got up and turned on his flashlight, opening up a new blue notebook and began to write, the very scene that had taken place with Hiroki, but hours ago in their secret place, away from everything else.

'I should have known that day, in that place where we first met, he was mine, my bibliognost. That boy filled with pride who cried that day due to frustration, tackling too many things all at once. Strong and smart, but also, small. At least, his hands were small in comparison to my own. Four years later, I never thought that he'd confess to me such feelings. Yet, I was not repulsed by him. Do I love him? Perhaps, but only time will tell as I never thought of it before. But he is dear to me, even so.'

Shutting the notebook, he put it away. For now, it was one that he did not wish his friend to read. Not yet, at least, for he knew how Hiroki might react to what was written there.

He smirked as he thought though, that it wouldn't be so bad to see Hiroki getting flustered, it'd even be worth it to have a book or something thrown at him. Then, he'd just grab the auburn haired boy and kiss him till he was breathless and weak in the knees.

It would have been so much better, were they able to live together. That way he'd have been able to keep a close eye on Hiroki.

He frowned as he continued to think it over. His mind wandering to the territory of what-if's. What if there were to be someone else who liked Hiroki and wanted to steal him from him? He'd not allow that and after all, Hiroki had been the one to confess to him, even if the other hadn't quite meant to do so. The truth was clear.

Hiroki had chosen him.

That meant, to him, that no one could take Hiroki from him, even if they tried, but he still intended to make sure that they never even got the chance to try and do so.

He'd just have to make sure they always walked to and from school together and then, once he was old enough to acquire a drivers license, he'd drive him wherever he needed to be.

Luckily enough, they shared almost all the same classes, there weren't too many classes they didn't have at the same time, in the same class, according to their school schedules.

With all the excitement of thinking over all of that, it was impossible to sleep and he knew he was probably going to wind up falling asleep in class tomorrow.

Oh well, he could make up for it some other time, or take a nap during a break period.

Thinking that matter through, he reached for his laptop on his nightstand and popped it open.

Once he was on and connected to the internet, he typed in, gay relationships.

His eyes widened as he took in all the information, reading well on into the night, not getting to sleep until about three and he had to wake up at six thirty in the morning. He believed though, that it had all been worth it, both for research to help him with his boyfriend and now too, for ideas that he wanted to write about.

That night, a whole new world had opened up for him and Hiroki, his boyfriend, was going to help him discover more. Hiroki wouldn't just be his boyfriend, but his muse, whether or not Hiroki liked it. He did what he wanted after all, because he wanted to. And there was a lot he'd read about that he imagined doing with and to Hiroki.

Author Note: Sorry this chapter is shorter than the last, but Akihiko's mind is really hard for me to get into and I'm not sure how IC he is here, but I don't think he's too OoC. Sorry that I forgot this before, but here's the definition of bibliognost: person having deep knowledge of books.