Takeru's Lie

The morning light brought life through the blinds. Gently easing their warmth into the small flat. Wet clothes were scattered about, leaving the traces of floor scares; but the sweet smell of alcohal still lingered strongly within the morning air.

Recovering his thoughts... and the little feeling he had, eagerly Matt had climbed out of bed; stretching to the glory of the new day. His eyes trailed about the mess of his home, but passed it by with a shrug. Taking his pace to look for the younger boy within his home nearly tripping over bottles as he walked. The living was empty, as for the kitchen, and dining room. A slight panic reached the boy as he began to toss clothes and bottles about, as to hopes to find him under the layered of filth. Still, there was nothing. With his attention drawn so inward in the hunt, he could not hear the sound of footsteps behind him.

Takeru watched for a moment, with a towel drapped around his damp torso. Puzzled on exactly what had possesed his brother. He shifted quietly to the bedroom, and returned out fully dressed to lay only on the couch. Continuing to watch his brother rumage under the table.

"Did you lose a small child?" He playfully teased at his expense.

Matt's head shot up, banging against the table on his way of crawling out. "Take-shit!" He cried, rolling onto the ground holding his blonde matted hair down to his throbbing skull.
A small laugh escaped Takeru's lips in amusement, exhaling a breath of smoke as he continued to watch his brother flail about. It took several moments, but Matt moved slowly towards the younger boy getting close to his face as he could. A small sweat passed the younger boy, which snapped into irratation quickly.

"What?!" He barked as his took another drag from his cigerette. Matt brought his hand toward his face, removing the cancer stick from his mouth. "This is what." He argued, leaving behind his brother to dispose of the disgusting habit.

Surprisngly, Takeru just sighed, leaning further into a lazed position on the sofa. His eyes glaring to him watching the desired smoke be destroyed down the drain.

"Ya know..." He started kicking at one of the cans on the floor. "you are such a god damn hypicrit." His foot forced the can toward him, much like a child; using his legs to bring the can of beer to his lips to drink. "Espicially after last night?"

The look in Matt's eyes when he changed his direction should have been a warning, but Takeru just continued his care free attitude, drinking; and chucking the empty can over him. In the midst of a cold war... Takeru grabbed his phone from the table before him starting to fool.

Matt grinded his teeth, bit his tounge, anything to stop himself from yelling or screaming. He just couldn't understand what was going through the other blonde's mind. Fury shook him, his blood boiling. He marched himself over to hover over the other boy's shoulder, to observe on what exactly he was doing. Yet before he could investigate, Takeru snapped the phone closed and passed back an awkward stare.

"Can I help you?" He inquired, raising a brow to his strange behavior.

"Who are you texting?" "Why?" Takeru quickly asked.
"Just curious." Sinking into the couch, Takeru gazed at his phone. It began to vibrate, but he did not react to its demand. Instead, he patiently awaited for Matt to move on about his bussiness... After several minutes, Takeru began to flusted in irrataton, throwing himself onto his feet from the couch. "I'm gonna go pick up some smokes." And with that, before Matt could argue, he was out the door.

Running down the flat's stairway, cheerfully the boy made off with triumph to enjoy the morning smoke on the hustling city streets.

'I didn't lie... I only have half a pack.' He laughed silently to himself. 'like that will last today.' Pausing to the pulse of his phone, Takeru looked at the five messages that he received within the last few moments. Outta annoyance he chewed on his lip, but continued about his way; nearly having knocked himself over from the distraction.

"Watch it!" He shouted, as he looked upon the stranger he had bumped into... yet the anger slipped away to the surprisment of who it was. Brown eyes smiled to greet him, and welcome arms brought the blonde close into a warm hug. Pulling back, Taichi widely smiled at the boy giving the gift of a generally dumb laugh.

"Trying to kill me these days?" Taichi stated, breaking the silence. "Long time no see squirt. I didn't know you were back in town"
Takeru lightly nodded, his cheeks flushed from embarasment. "You okay there, Takeru? You look like you seen a ghost." He mocked, bringing his arm up around the boy's shoulder. "It's been how many years now, since you been home, right? Take it you don't reckgonize any of these new buildings"
Again, Takeru nodded his head lightly, passing down a gulp. He couldn't find himself to speak, or for that matter walk away as Taichi began to play the guide of the city. At least this gave him time to smoke, relax... and to ease the morning hours away.

Hours passed, and every few moments Takeru's pocket shook, but the boy could not even notice this anymore. Sprawling out on the river shore, wearing only his boxers, he was soaking up the warm day. Taichi ran through out the water, trying to show off catching fish, which brought laughs to the younger boy on numerous occasions. Finally, having failed Taichi returned to his friend's side in the sand. He settled next to him and groaned. "So much for lunch being free. Guess it's my treat then, huh"
Takeru stirred a little, his stomach resting against the sand; and head resting in his crossed arms. "I am a little hungry." Again his phone cried out for attention, but received the wrong person's at the time. Taichi reached into the pocket, pulling out the device and flipped it open. Full of energy, he playfully answered the call. "Yeeesssss?" Takeru shifted, lazily pulling the sun glasses down from his eyes to look to Taichi. "I'm not here right now." He whispered, nugging at the other boy.
"Er... It's okay, they hung up." A small frown passed the brunette's face as he closed the phone. Merely seconds later however, almost flew when the phone began to go off again. "Who the hell wants to get the hold of you that bad"
Takeru forced his glasses back over his eyes, shrugging to pretend that it was all a lie. "Dunno, how about lunch?"

Back at the flat, the clothes had formed a clearing in several areas. "Voice messages full?! Mother Fucker!" Adding to the mess, cracked a phone against the wall. Shattering into several pieces. Matt shook, falling to the ground, gathering himself into a tight ball. His fist met the ground, pounding against the floor. "How could I have been so stupid"
Again, his fist banged heavily into the floor. "I should have known. He didn't want this." This time when he brought his fist up, blood seeped from his knuckles, still he struck again.
"He could never feel the same..." Biting at his lip, Matt pulled himself together whiping the tears from his eyes, bringing himself back to his feet. Alone, he stood in the empty flat... and quickly he took flight to find the younger blonde.

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To be continued. :o

(Omg, I updated. Like I got any readers anymore. lol. Hope you enjoyed. Maybe more later. Who knows, I'm busy no of days so yeah. Maybe once a month or more. Till the next time, keep reading.)