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I'm Still Waiting: Chapter 4 – The Darkness Shrouding Our Bright, Reaching Out Hearts

Narrow, long streams of brightness escape the light bulb belonging to Tai Kamiya's bedroom. Darkness reigned over the outside world, lightened faintly by nothing more than the struggling moonlight escaping thick, black clouds. Not even the rare appearance of a rainbow could easily justify the unusual brilliance of relentless rain; the water dripping from high above which never subsided, not even for the slightest, clear glimpse toward the angelic stars.

Shocked eyes cause pupils to miniaturise and a face turns away, blushing uncontrollably. Tai had begun undressing, quickly un-doing his jeans and sliding them to the very bottom of his slim legs. Izzy had caught sight of this, though he was still contemplating whether or not turning away was truly the best action to have taken. Realising mouth slightly open, Tai slowly looked behind his meek shoulder and noticed his best friend's position; his head was turned in completely the opposite direction, his eyes were closed and he was fidgeting - fiddling with his suddenly fascinating fingers.

Feeling quietly ashamed with his sudden action, the brunette stared into the floor, and pulled his jeans back up to his femininely slim hips, a red tinge forming across his freckly nose. "I'm sorry, Izzy – I sort of forgot you were there" Wispy eyelashes part, revealing onyx coloured jewels, and the best friend notices Tai's humiliation and sadness. "Hey, Tai, it's really okay. Don't worry about it" Izzy, sounding as sincere as always, smiled truthfully toward the brunette.

Tai's mouth curved into a small smile, but his eyes remained unconvinced. Blinking twice, he tilted his head cutely to one side, causing his silky hair to almost entirely cover one side of his face. "Are you sure" The brunette asked genuinely, looking toward his best friend. "Positive. Anyway, it's not like I have never before seen you nak-"

Izzy's mouth squeezed tightly shut and he dragged his eyes away from the brunette. Nervously grinning, a small scoff escaped his lips as he thought of how that must have been the worst thing in the whole universe to say - to anyone, but especially to Tai. Why can't I ever control my words when I'm near him? Izzy's mind repeated, echoing throughout his entire being. Once he heard Tai's quiet laughter, however, he too started to giggle - Lovely, understanding Tai.

The brunette was feeling grateful that that one, misplaced word would completely divert any further embarrassment on his part. All he could do was laugh, really. I guess Izzy sure is cute sometimes. Tai thought day dreamingly, his by now loudly contagious laugh masked any thoughts that might have appeared in his head. Or maybe ones that have always held a place there, they were just never discovered. I can't believe I started getting undressed with Izzy in the room, but thank God he understood. Some more of Tai's thoughts exploded into his consciousness, but never once becoming audible - Lovely, understanding Izzy.

From a distance, how are we, together, perceived?

I always find myself dreading the inevitable – being alone with Tai in the dead of night, with only the beautiful sound of his breathing bathed with sleep keeping me company. His angelic feet, covered with sky-blue bed sheets rest near my face, and mine next to his. Except there's one difference – I don't and never will consider my feet angelic. We sleep at opposite ends of his bed. The bed itself is neither a single nor a double bed; it is kind of in the middle. I wonder what a bed like this is called.

When I was younger, I'd always listen to the radio; waiting patiently for my favourite song to appear. It always used to remind me of Tai. But, I guess yesterday has already passed – I don't even remember the name of the song, though I memorized every word like a prayer. When I look back, however, I do not greave; I smile, I smile like I've never smiled before.

Still smiling, I don't notice when Tai's foot unexpectedly stretches out of the sheets and lightly touches my face. Oh my God, even his feet smell like strawberries.

We've been sleeping like this for as long as I can remember – he always lets me sleep with my head at the top half of his single/double bed. He is so sweet, that is one of the many reasons why I like him so much. Treating me so well all the time, he is just so selfless; I really wish that I could be a little bit like him. I really, really do.

Uncaught, beautiful, wonderful, sensational, blissful, spectacularly coloured Tai

Jeez, why does he always have to be the first one to fall asleep? His breathing seems so content and graceful – I sometimes wonder what his secret is. Maybe his thirst for knowledge every waking moment of his life takes its toll on him and makes him super tired. Yeah, that's probably it. Anyway, whatever the reason is, I sure wish I had that same thing. I can never sleep and Izzy doesn't know this, but I'm kinda', well, not scared, but don't like the dark very much.

Damn, my leg's cramped up; this really hurts. Squeezing my eyes shut, I feel the cramp suddenly fade away and my shocked eyes notice where my right foot now stood. No, not there, anyway but there - Izzy's soft face, Izzy's, well, quite, well, erm... Beautiful face; why does my foot have to spoil something like that? It's just like, I know I'm going to quote that Elton John song, but it's just like a candle in the wind.

Izzy doesn't even the like the wind, anyway. I could have just left my socks on, or something. I don't want to move my foot, in case I wake him but I don't really want him to wake up to that. I'm, well, kinda' self-conscious about my feet, but it just makes it worse that it's Izzy.

I really do like him, and yes, I mean, I really, really, like him - Special emphasis on the word 'like'. I'm even starting to sound like Izzy now - Not that I'm complaining. I guess he's always held a special place under my skin – in a very good way. I'm just so lost in him.

Just by being his friend, I've been really selfish – me, constantly getting in the way of his studying. He's going to be really successful when he's grown up, not like me. Having me around, I'm just like that wind blowing on the candle. And if I told him about my feelings, I think I'd put him out and even if he remained, he wouldn't be the same. Not without that warm glow he seems to exhale so effortlessly, twenty-four-seven, three-six-five, even when he's asleep - when his wispy eyelashes are adorably closed, even during dreams.

Izzy's endlessness is far greater than me.

I love you Izzy, I really believe that. I really, really do. Quoting another singer which I do not recall the name of, I will state this. Though, I may in fact, change the lyrics ever so slightly.

These Thoughts Are Dedicated To The One I Love

The two, ultimately insomnia stricken, warmly covered boys both shut their eyes and contemplate the same force – love. Izzy shuffles slightly when this particular word fills mind, unmoving in its intentions. That slight movement didn't go unnoticed by an equally baffled brunette, who slowly raised his head and watched the genius' attempt of faking sleep. A knowing smile gracing his lips, Tai, feeling relieved that he wasn't alone in his familiar insomnia, quietly whispered his secret love's four lettered name.

"Are you still awake?" Izzy's ears moved slightly; maybe it was due to the sudden noise of his secret love's voice, or maybe his ears were retreating from the heat now being generating within the red-head's flustered, discovered cheeks. "Yes" Was the simple, whispered reply; when Tai didn't speak for a slight fraction of time, Izzy felt unusually inclined to speak once again.

"Can I, ask you a question?" The quiet genius asked, moving his body slightly to further his comfort, but when his legs seemed to instinctively near Tai's, quite the contrary happened – he became more red than he had ever before thought humanly possible. "Sure you can" Tai, smiling as brightly as if the sun was shining right outside his window, spoke curiously. He seemed to not notice his legs entwining with Izzy's, or maybe chose to quietly embrace his best friend; openheartedly, but secretively.

"Why were we the only people here tonight?" Izzy carefully asked, honestly not wanting the brunette to misinterpret the question. Silence had fallen over the already existing nothingness hanging in the air. Tai had rested his head back quickly onto his soft pillow, which held the exact same pattern which his bed quilt so rightfully claimed, also. The red-headed boy shuffled nervously, awkwardly trying to mumble silent apologies with his legs, his legs which still riddled themselves with Tai's ever so slightly larger ones.

"My mum had to work tonight" The brunette whispered, staring blankly toward the ceiling as if it would drag him away from this awkwardness. Izzy now supported himself on his inclined elbows, empathetically looking toward Tai, though his curiosity seemed not entirely satisfied. As if sensing the genius' ever present eyes, the older boy let an accidentally audible sigh escape his lungs and drew a deep breath inward.

"And, you're the only friend I have, Izzy... The only friend I've ever had, or wanted" That single, last attachment individually brought water toward onyx colouring. Tai's eyes had also begun leaking tears; he felt a small chuckle depart himself, seemingly amused with his pathetic humiliation. Somehow seeing through the blackness of the bedroom, Izzy noticed his best friend's tears and solved the puzzle of their legs – he quickly pulled the covers off of himself and crawled over to where Tai lay.

"Don't cry, Tai – you're my only friend too" The red-headed boy spoke swiftly, and lay next to Tai so that they were face-to-face. "But, do you know what?" Izzy whispered. "I wouldn't trade a million others, for one of you"

Even the miserable tears already cascading down Tai's cheeks, magically transformed into tears of delight – he could always depend on Izzy to say the exact, right thing. Seconds, minutes passed by, but neither boy moved – they contently froze time and stared into each other's eyes deeply, but not deeply enough to find their mutual, unsung love.

Great, Izzy thought.

Just another good job of not being up-front about certain stuff failed.

I hope I can end it there, and it won't be too premature or confusing.

Anyone who was wondering about the present – don't worry, that'll come into the next chapter.

See you all next time.

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