Ratings: Teen/PG
Warnings: Violence (mild/mentioned)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story: living (or passed) human beings or fictional characters. These events never happened, according to history or as the original author intended them. This is a work of fiction and is not intended to offend. For entertainment purposes only. Thanks.
It was early when Atsushi opened his eyes. He stretched and rolled over, making a loud thud as he hit the floor.
"Ouch." He muttered, rubbing his knee. He got up and sat on his bed, much too small to hold him now. He chuckled to himself as he looked down on it, remembering the one time Akashi had sat on it with him to play a game of chess.
"I've got to talk to him again." He found himself muttering. He forced himself to his feet and got dressed for the day, pausing only to grab his bag from besides his bed.
Kise was waiting for him by his locker. He smirked as Atsushi came into view. "So, did you talk to him?" He asked as soon as Atsushi came within arm's reach.
Murasakibara bit his lower lip, blushed and nodded, allowing his hair to fall about his face and hide it from Kise.
"And? What happened?"
"I miss him so much." Atsushi whispered. He turned to stare into Kise's eyes, his own amethyst orbs filled with tears.
"Come." Kise took his hand. "Let's go."
They headed to the boys bathroom on the second floor, the far stall on the end that was larger than the others for those with disabilities. They often skipped out of their classes to sit there, spend some time to study for another class's test or support each other through a serious time. Kise sat on the counter across from the stall and stared at Atsushi.
"What's the deal? What happened?"
"He...he...I went to his house yesterday, to work on the project after practice." Atsushi began.
"Wait! You went where?" Kise shrieked in a whisper.
"It was all so similar, yet so different. We ate, and then he took a shower and I did some research. Kise, I feel so terrible."
"Atsushi, what happened?" Kise moaned. He felt terrible that there was so little he could do and so eager to hear more.
"His room hasn't changed one bit. He still has the photographs of us on his walls." Atsushi stopped speaking to sniffle. "I just miss him so much."
Atsushi wiped his eyes and gazed at Kise, who simply slid off the counter and came to wrap his arms around Murasakibara. The bathroom door opened and someone entered. They simply locked the stall door and continued their discussion in hushed voices.
"Gosh, Mukkun. A fine stew you've boiled yourself into! Why did you go there?"
"He came and asked me."
"When?!"
"After practice. I was walking home, and I asked Mido-chin where he was because I wanted to talk to him. You told me to, so I was going to try. And he appeared out of nowhere, when I was walking home. He came and asked me 'when do you want to do the project' and I ended up going to his house with him."
"Well, why don't you tell him you miss him?"
"Because he's the Captain. Besides, it's too soon. I did something I shouldn't have yesterday and he got scared."
Kise was silent for a moment. They could hear the sounds of the sink running: the person was probably some science geek there to wash off their hands since the lab's sink broke.
"What did you do?" Kise seemed appalled.
"I held him. Well, more of I...I pinned him against a wall. Like, like this..." And he pinned Kise against the stall door in the same manner. "I acted too fast and I...I scared him. I wanted to...I wanted to press my lips on his."
Murasakibara held his gaze to the floor. They heard the tap outside stop, a small gasp. Rushed footsteps. The voice startled the pair and Kise unlocked the stall door in time for them to witness a small tuff of flaming red hair disappearing out the main door.
"How much did he hear?!" Atsushi moaned.
"I don't know!" Kise frantically whispered.
"What do I do now?"
"I don't know!"