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32. Night

Kasuka believes Masaomi is always beautiful, with his dyed golden hair, not that the natural chocolate brown doesn't suite him (or at least the pictures make it seem that way). Amber eyes that almost always twinkle with mischief and happiness. Along with the smile that seems to always adjourn his face.

The brunette can't help but think his beauty intensifies at night.

When the mask of happiness, false or not, is removed in favor of the blonde's true feelings.

Sometimes it's a serene peaceful glow, other times his lips are drawn in a line and his brow wrinkle in frustration. But the brunette doesn't care what emotions pass over his sleeping partner's face, because all of them are purely Masaomi.

That's why the brunette stays awake at night to watch the sleeping boy.

33. Expectations

"Masaomi you're a Lamperouge (1). That means you need to start acting like one!" the older brunette yelled at his seven year old son.

"I'm sorry Father." He mumbles not making eye contact.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Masaomi rubs his now reddening cheek, blinking back tears he looks down shaking his head. "I asked you a question, I expect an answer." Again the same viscous growl leaves the older males lips.

"No." the boy answers quietly hoping that his mother will be back soon.

"Now then, I want you to study harder and bring up this grade." His voice goes from anger to calm and composed in less than a second, and it scares Masaomi even more. This is how he gets before he starts getting violent. Self consciously the boy scoots away, but the man takes this as an insult.

A hand wipes out and seizes the boy's arm dragging him out of the chair; he falls clumsily onto the floor feeling his heartbeat erratically on the hardwood. "I expect you to stop being a child Masaomi Lamperouge! You're my only child now, and I expect you to bring honor to this family." Another slap lands on his other cheek.

His eyes bore into the tan wood that covers the floor trying to hold back the tears; they'll only make things worse. "Yes father."

34. Stars

"Masaomi . . ." a scratchy voice calls out catching Shizuo's attention, in an instant he's by his brother's bed side.

"It's okay Kasuka, you're safe now." Even through his drug induced mind the brunette can tell that his older brother is trying to avoid the subject of his small blond lover.

"Where is he?" his throat hurts, but he ignores it trying to find out what happened to his love.

"Kasuka stop." Shizuo orders, pressing his shoulders back down when the brunette struggles to try and get up.

"Where is he?" the slimmer male demands, his eyes whip around the room as if he would just pop up somewhere.

Shizuo's eyes hold his for a minute, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "He's still in surgery; they don't expect him to make it off the table." He answers honestly.

For a second his brother's face remains emotionless, but slowly it starts to morph into pain. Tears well up in his eyes, his teeth find perches in his bottom lip, and his face begins to turn red as all the emotions he's been holding in start to come out.

He turns away from his brother, attempting to hide the pain, and looks out the window seeing the first star begin to shine.

35. Hold My Hand

"How are you feeling?" the brunette asks. It's a stupid question. He knows it's a stupid question, but he can't stand the silence any more.

Kida's eyes travel over to him looking over at him with a frown. His hand twitches a silent plea; Kasuka takes the smaller, uninjured, hand in both of his.

"I'll stay as long as you want me to." He whispers into dyed blond hair and plants a soft kiss. "I love you Masaomi." His lips brush softly against the locks he loves so much, just as amber eyes slip shut again.

"Kasuka." Shizuo calls softly, making the brunette straighten up and look away from his broken love.

Silence engulfs them, as again Shizuo tries to find the right words. "The doctors said-"

"Don't have too much hope; he'll probably pass on before the sun sets." The younger Heiwajima finishes. "I know, but I also know Masaomi."

Shizuo sighs, his fingers twitch, he really needs a cigarette, but sadly they're banned from hospitals. "Kasuka." He repeats his brother's name, letting a sigh escape his lips before continuing. "Just because someone is strong, doesn't mean they're invincible."

Kasuka shakes his head, his eyes drawn back to the bandaged chest; the shallow movements comfort him, even if it's barely noticeable. "He wouldn't leave me." Shizuo almost doesn't catch the whisper. "He wouldn't leave his mom."

36. Precious Treasure

"Is that the last one?" Kasuka asks as his small blond walks in with another box.

"Yup, its official I'm moved in!" glee coats the smaller males face as he sets the large box on the counter.

"It's not really official until you unpack." Kasuka points out pulling the blond into a hug. "Do you always have to pout?" he asks placing a kiss on the blond locks, before releasing him and opening the unlabeled box.

"Wait! Don't!" Masaomi cringes as pale hands pull out a raggedy teddy bear.

"Care to explain?" his voice gives off his amusement.

"It's my precious treasure." The younger pouts pulling the stuff bear to his chest and squeezing the life out of it. "My mommy gave it to me."

37. Eyes

"Oh but Shizu-chan they love each other, just look!" Izaya chirps pointing a pale finger towards the couple they're spying on in the park.

"Shut up flea." The faux blond growls, honey eyes glancing at the smaller male before quickly darting back to the matter at hand. "It doesn't matter because this relationship won't last, and it's destined to fail."

"But just look at them~" the informant squeals with glee as he sighs over dramatically. "They love with a love more than love, his Masaomi." Izaya giggles and continues one while Shizuo ignores him. "Hey are you even listening to me protozoan!" the raven haired man pouts.

"Why are you so sure about them getting together?" Shizuo frowns, honey eyes shifting towards the other.

"Because you humans are easy to read." Red eyes strain towards the blond. "Everything you feel and think is readable in your eyes."

"Really Izaya?" sarcasm drips off of the blonde's tone. "Then what are my eyes saying?"

"That you love me!" Izaya screams tackling the other into a somewhat scary bear hug.

"Did you hear that?" Kida leans over the brunette to look for the source of the noise.

"Yes, but I'm sure it's nothing-"

"Stop it! Get off me you louse!" Shizuo's voice cut off the rest of Kasuka's reply.

"That we need to worry about." He shrugs pulling the blond away from the park.

38. Abandoned

Masaomi's isn't one to talk about his father, and Kasuka's not one to push, but he does wonder.

He likes to think that he just walked out, abandoned them. Hopefully sometime after Masaomi's Mom's accident, he couldn't imagine trying to go through that alone. Or maybe before, maybe he wasn't the best person to deal help in that situation.

"What're you thinking about Kasuka?" a light voice breaks through his thoughts, as the weight on his lap shifts.

He didn't even realize Kida woke up. "Nothing really." The brunette answers looking down to meet his lover's eyes.

The blond frowns from his position of resting his head on Kasuka's lap. "Tell me." He slightly whines.

"It really was nothing." The brunette mummers running his hand lazily through the blond hair, it always makes him sleepy.

"Mhhm kay." The sleep mumble signals his victory.

Kasuka's eyes stay trained on the younger male, he'll never push the boy to tell him, no matter how much he wants to know.

He tells himself it's because it would be rude, but in reality he's afraid, because there are worse things than being abandoned.

39. Dreams

A smile spreads across the amber eyed male's face. Kasuka looks so adorable when he sleeps, according to Masaomi. His carefully emotionless face has a somewhat peaceful look, but only to the trained eye.

A small smile flutters across the brunette's lips for a brief second, before disappearing. The blond doesn't ponder to long on what his love is dreaming about, before chuckling softly to himself.

"Sweet dreams Kasuka." He whispers leaning up to lightly kiss the other's forehead.

40. Rated

"Stupid hott actor boyfriend. Stupid award winning movie deal." Masaomi Kida isn't a happy camper.

"Next to arrive on the red carpet is none other than-"

"Stupid gay announcer with perfect hair." He growls kneading the dough ever harder than before. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." He emphasizes his point by banging a fist into the poor innocent mound. It really was surprising that his teeth hadn't cracked yet.

It isn't anyone's fault but his own, but blaming others, and beating on things, always help to keep calm.

He grumbles some more to himself, as well as pounding the dough some more.

"What did the dough ever do to you?"

Kida was so lost in his ranting mumbles that he didn't even hear the door open, let alone someone walk into the kitchen. So the, very dignified, very manly, squeak he emitted is understandable, but the whole freaking out and throwing the dough in his hands isn't quite as understandable.

"What're you doing back here?" Masaomi questions, his heart still pounding, and a light flush coating his cheeks.

"Award shows are over rated." Kasuka shrugs wrapping his hands around his lover. "Besides I figured you'd be lonely, with Mikado and Anri on whatever representative trip that went on." From the sound of his voice, Masaomi knows that he's tired.

"Long flight back?" he guesses.

"Yeah, you want to turn in early tonight?" the brunette whispers sleepily into the other's ear.

"I'm not done baking cookies."

One eye lazily opens to take in the state of the kitchen. "I think you've made enough." He muses at the sight of all the cookies that litter the counters and table.

A/N: Again I'm sorry about the delay, and that the shortness, and that it kind of mostly sucks. =( I just wanted to post something as soon as possible, and I hope no one lost interest! Review please! They make my life~