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Chapter two
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He wanted to touch him.
Violate him.
Oh how he would give anything just to hold the boy and kiss him.
And then take it a bit further.
Just up to a point where either of them wouldn't be able to turn back and undo the situation.
A smile graced is lips as he licked them. The boy was becoming more and more of a temptation with every passing day.
He watched, perched in his usual spot. The boy had left his curtains open again, leaving a full view of himself. He was currently finishing his homework assignments.
But just because he was doing homework, it didn't mean that it wasn't fun to watch him.
Thin eyebrows furrowing every now and then. Biting down on his lip at a difficult question. Letting his tongue slide over his bottom lip at an easy question. The fluttering of his eyelashes whenever he blinked. Hana was actually sleepier today then the other days from the looks of it. Yesterday, there weren't as many yawns or moments of closed eyes. Not that he minded of course.
"N? Looks like he got the letter…" He murmured gently, amusement playing in his voice. Pushing himself up from his slouched position, he leaned forward and got a better look for himself. The boy had opened the envelope and scanned its contents, then he re-folded it and put it in the envelope, setting it aside and burying his face in his hands. The stalker gave a slight frown.
Did his feelings or the boy cause him so much pain?
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It was nice to know that someone held feelings for him in that way, but the letters… they were becoming too much for him to handle. He didn't mind the really, but knowing that there was someone out there watching him and waiting made him uneasy. He set the letter aside and buried his face in his hands. He felt guilty. He felt terrible. He didn't know what to feel. Unable to describe the letter in a single word or a string of words. It wasn't fair to the person either, while the person feels for him, all he could do was mope and think, unable to answer the letters or tell him/her how he himself felt about it.
"I'm the worst…" He mumbled.
I'm sorry… but I think you fell for the wrong person.
That was something he wanted to tell the stalker.
He made a mistake and chose Hana; Hana wasn't meant to be loved like this, by a mere stranger. No one knew him personally besides Rikichi, it wasn't a fair thing to the person.
A sad smile graced his lips.
Then again, life was never really fair.
Sick of being inside, Hanatarou stood up and pushed his chair in. Then, grabbing his keys, he made his way to the door and went out making sure that he locked the door behind him.
How long has this been keeping up?
About a year by now. It had started on the second month of his first year, and now it was the end (or about the end) of his first year. He had gotten his first letter in his locker, and of course, he thought that this was some kind of practical joke that the other students would pull on the first years. But as the days went by he got another letter, then another. Each one signed by the 'eternal watcher.' Hanatarou blushed, the poems that were scribbled into the parchment was quite something, but maybe the e.w thought that he was a girl, after all, he did have a somewhat feminine name.
Making his way down the staircase, his mind wandered over the phrases and lines that were written to him.
Wouldn't any normal student consult with a teacher about this? Why hadn't he done anything to stop it?
Did he…
No, that was a silly thought.
But the letters did keep him from being too lonely…
So… did he like having the letters written to him?
Hana bit down on his bottom lip and thought for a moment.
"Do I… like him?"
Then, out of the blue, he felt a hand clamp over his mouth and an arm wrap around his middle.
"Please, don't scream, okay? I promise I won't do anything bad, just… I just need you to listen."
'Who are you?'
"Please, don't be scared, Hanatarou-"
'How does he know my name?'
"-It's me; Eternal Watcher."
The smaller boy's frame went rigid. Blood was drained form his face, leaving his skin a ghostly white shade. He felt his stalker bring him closer, as if he were hugging him in an odd way.
"I, I just wanted to say, the letters, if they're driving you up the wall, I… I'll stop writing, but I really like you… I'm not bluffing."
'Who are you?'
"You probably won't believe me when I say that though, after all, I'm just another guy that's chasing after a boy who doesn't know what's going on."
'So you're a guy….'
"Hey… do you… if I asked you something and let go, would you not scream?"
Hana nodded, and soon enough he felt the hand slide away form his mouth.
"A-ano…"
"Hm?"
"Who… who exactly are you?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Well-"
"Even if I'm just a creepy stalker who writes you love letters and drives you up the wall?"
"They don't drive me up the wall!"
"You don't have to lie." He said in a sad tone.
"I'm not! I like them!"
The boy was surprised at this, and the man seemed to be taken off guard as well. How did it come to such a conversation?
"Do you?" The stalker asked after a few moments of awkwardness, Hana merely shifted his feet uncomfortably, earning a chuckle from the older boy.
"I don't think you would want to know who I am, not yet. But I'll tell you soon enough."
"Um…"
"Hm?"
"How did you know I was here?"
This got him another chuckle. "I'm your personal stalker Hanatarou, I ought to know where you live. Though I wasn't planning on talking to you like this, I was just tailing after you for an hour or so." He said in a musing tone and wrapped the other arm around him and buried a kiss in his hair, just above the ear. Hanatarou shuddered, not that he didn't like it, the contact actually felt, nice.
"Well, I best be on my way, don't want to drive you away with the first encounter." He said in a murmur before letting go and disappearing. Hanatarou didn't even get a chance to turn around and see what his stalker looked like, because by the time he was facing the other side there was no trace of him.
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There may be a few grammar and spelling mistakes, but I shan't keep you waiting for the next chapter. It wouldn't be fair. Hope you liked it though.
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