The next morning he woke up in jolt when a thought flashed in his mind.
How did he know my name? I didn't even introduce myself. We didn't introduce ourselves. We're just talking to each other.
He got up from the bed and changed in a rush. He washed his face on the way, almost ran to the door, and slightly stumbled on his feet when he was trying to put on his shoes. He made his head knocked at the frame of the door when he hurriedly passed through it, made him cursed under his breath and kicked the innocent frame of the door. He closed his eyes, once again cursed at his stupid act for hurting his feet with kicking the wooden frame. He locked his door and breathed heavily while eyeing the next door. He walked over slowly, bitting his lower lip, and tried hard not to make a loud sound.
Hesitantly he stopped in the front of the closed door. Doubtfully, he raised his hand and fought with himself about should he knock at the door or not.
How should I ask him? Will it be okay if I ask straightly? Won't he get mad?
He turned over from the door and closed his eyes.
Maybe he asked the landlady?
He turned back to the door and puffed his cheek. His heart twisted hard. He was curiously wanted to know about how he knew his name when he didn't remember of introducing himself last night, but a part of him held him not to meddle with the man. He was dangerous. He was the leader of a drug seller, of course it would be very easy for him to find everything about him. To find his name was as easy as the flowing water in the river for him.
Still, I want to know how he knew my name.
He was finally about to decide to knock it when it suddenly opened and the owner suddenly stepped out and slightly surprised with his presence.
"Good ... morning ... " He greeted him awkwardly with his hand was still hanging in the air, didn't find any reason to explain about his presence.
Masaru smiled slightly before closing his door and walked away.
"Morning. Want to ride with me?"
Yamato tailed him down the stairs but said nothing. He was still fighting with himself and almost startled when the older tapped his arm to wake him from his train of thought. He looked at him who was opening the passenger's door of his car.
"No. It's okay. I'll walk."
He was about to walk away when a hand grabbed him.
"Come on. It's Akadou, isn't it? It isn't too far from my workplace. I'll take you there."
Yamato couldn't refuse because he was being dragged to enter the car. He just sat silently when Masaru drove. He looked at the road in front of him while trying hard to find the way to ask him about how he knew his name when he had never introduced himself. He tried hard to remember that maybe he accidentally called himself, or maybe he saw his mother was calling him before they met, or maybe he heard it from another place. But when, where, and who? He didn't remember seeing him around when his mother was stopping by yesterday. He didn't even know he saw him when he was hanging around with his friend.
"Want to ask something?"
Yamato took a glance of him and looked at the road in front of him again, still trying to find the best way to ask without offended his pride.
Masaru slightly chuckled at the younger's attitude. Somehow, he found him cute. He knew what had been swimming in the latter's mind but he wanted him to ask him directly. He wanted to hear it right from his mouth.
"Come on. Don't make me guess anything you're thinking because honestly I maybe actually know what you're thinking of. Just don't make me conclude anything, okay. Ask me."
Yamato gulped slightly and decided to ask. "About … how … do you know my name? I don't remember I introduced myself to you."
Masaru tapped the steer in a steady rhythm and smiled at the question.
"Remember the first time we met around two years ago? When you were being caught by my friends and thrown in front of me?"
Yamato didn't answer him. He kept silent in his place. His memory went back to the time where some scary people while walking in a deserted alley down town suddenly caught him. He didn't know why though. He was just passing by. That day was just another suck day for him. Everything was annoying and it was more annoying when suddenly some people caught him and threw him in a sticky room. He didn't like the atmosphere of the room though. He felt suffocated and he didn't know why. Later on, when the one he suggested as their leader released him, he found out that they were a group of druggist. They were not only consumed it but also sold it. He felt shivered knowing the fact. He almost couldn't sleep for days because of that, and tried hard to forget his curiosity about finding the identity of the person who helped him to go out of the room.
"I couldn't sleep well since that day."
Now Yamato turned at the older. You too? Why? A question signed on his face but he didn't voice it out.
"Don't you want to know the reason why I released you that day?"
Yamato looked at him intently. His curiosity rose so sudden at the bait, made Masaru slowed down his car and stopped it.
When the younger didn't give any response aside of staring at him intently, Masaru reached for his cheek and made him faced him. "Your eyes. You were hypnotized me. Something in your eyes forced me to save you."
Yamato gaped at the revelation. When he was trying to find the meaning of his words, a soft lip touched his. He was stunned, his eyes widened at the sudden kiss he received. The lips felt so soft with a mint taste left on it. Unconsciously he closed his eyes and surrendered to his instinct. It felt so nice. Is this how the feeling of being kissed?
Masaru pulled and saw a blush crept out of the younger's face.
"Did I just steal your first kiss?"
Yamato couldn't hide his blush more. He looked out of the window to hide his blushing but Masaru reached for him again to face him.
"Don't hide your face from me. I've been holding myself for two years to see it. I've been dying for two years to see you again and I won't allow you to look away from me after I finally found you again."
"What … "
"Yes. I've been stalking you these days. I knew you're not that dumb to realize it."
Yamato gaped again at the sudden revelation.
"I … I … why don't you just ask me something? You made me feeling uneasy for days!"
"I'm sorry but I don't have any reason to say hello to you. Is it okay for you if I walked over you and say hi, I'm the one who released you from a group of a drug seller two years ago? Will you accept me this easy?"
Yamato looked away from the older. He pouted slightly at the question. He knew the older was being reasonable. It was impossible for him to accept him easily if the older greeted him as he just said.
"At least you should introduce yourself."
"Okay. You can call me Masaru. I am Kumakiri Masaru."
Yamato looked at him back and once again, he received a kiss on his lip. This time he enjoyed it. He closed his eyes and decided to kiss him back.
They didn't know how, or who started it, the kiss suddenly turned to a passionate one. With tounges involved, they fought to dominate to each other. Yamato gripped the front sleeve of Masaru's shirt tightly, felt the older gripped his back hair. He felt tingly all over his body. His mind stopped working, surenderred to the new feeling enveloped him, the feeling of warmth which he couldn't describe, the urge feeling of needing more than a kiss.
He gripped Masaru's arm when he felt his hand slipped to his bare skin and touched him in the side. It was warm, almost hot. It sent him a shiver down his spine. He moaned slightly between the kiss when the older moved to his back.
It was the sound of a loud horn that woke them from their sudden passion. They stunned and starred to each other for a moment. Masaru looked around and then he realized where they were. He accidentally pressed the horn and made it honked loudly. He looked back to Yamato and found him blushed madly while tidying himself.
What have we done? What have I done?
Slowly he sat back to the back of the steer and breathed heavily, feeling glad that he accidentally pressed the horn or else he would rape the underage kid in the first day of his work.
"Okay. Let's do this slowly. Step by step, okay. No need to be rushed." Masaru gripped the steer hardly, tried to get his sense back to him.
Yamato gulped many times, tried hard to get his calmness back to him. He breathed heavily before opened the door. "I guess it's better for me to walk from here. Thanks for the ride."
Without waiting for the answer, he moved out of the car and almost ran to the gate of his school, and surprisingly almost stumbled on his feet when he stopped suddenly in the gate so he wouldn't hit Yamaguchi who ran from the opposite.
"Ogata! You're late!"
Yamato snorted. "You're late yourself. You will be scolded if you don't hurry. Don't you have a meeting this morning?"
Yamaguchi gaped and looked at her watch and dramatically ran right away.
Yamato smiled slightly and turned over when he felt a soft tap on his back. Ren was smiling widely at him, greeted him a silent good morning before walked to the building.
"I saw you went down from a car. Who's that?"
"He lived next door, and he said he works around and gave me a ride."
Ren looked at him, tried hard to find something in him but failed. His face was flat and he found no expression on it, like the usual Yamato he knew. He looked away. "Looks you've found new friend."
Yamato looked at him and raised his eyebrows. "Don't say that you're jealous."
Ren turned to him fast and kicked him in his butt. "I'm happy you know, that you really could handle yourself for living alone. I thought you will feel lonely all the time. I'm glad that you've made friend."
Yamato laughed lightly. "I've told you so."
Ren smiled widely and gave him a sign to enter the building and walked forward, leaving Yamato who sighed heavily, relieved that he didn't ask something weird, which meant he didn't find something suspicious in his gesture.
I have to calm down or else he will find something weird on me.
He slightly turned over and saw the car was still there. The older was still not moving from the place he left. He felt his cheek warmed so sudden when the sight of them kissing attacked his memory again. He bit his lower lip and decided to erase it from his mind or else he would be the target of the bully of Ren who was yelling at him to follow him right away.
