And remember that "Half" is a japanese reference for someone who is only half japanese.
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What It Maybe Like
Chapter 8
A hazel eye stared intently up at the cupboard that was just out of his reach. His arms were shorter compaired to his triplets only by an inch or two, but that was enough to make it difficult to get what he desired. And since his injuries were located where they were he couldn't get on his tippy-toes and streach to make up for that little bit of lost difference. So here he was, resorting in having to figure out where the heck stepping stools were stashed away because all the chairs were too heavy for him to carry over with out pulling a stich or two.
"I thought you were supposed to be asleep."
Noboru turned around in time to be pinned against the counter by Hikaru. The eldest twin placed his hands on the counter on either side of the injured man. Their faces were so close, bodies tightly pressed together. Noboru's face flushed as he looked to the side.
"I..." Hikaru smelled really nice, no wounder Kaoru was always so close to him all the time.
"You couldn't sleep?" he tilted his head, bed raggled hair giving him a soft look.
"Yeah."
Okay it was getting kind of hard to breath now. First Kaoru shows up in his room trying to get him to bed only to look DAMN sexy while tucking him in, and now Hikaru has him pinned agianst the counter in that huge kitchen of his. He desperately wanted to places his hands were they shouldn't be. Great, now his throat was dry.
"So what were you looking at?"
"G-ground sage," Okay, seriously hard to control one's self when Hikaru is petting the underside of your chin with a finger. And under normal cercumstances he probably would have done something to that body that was heating him up, but... but his grandfather had just died and it would be wrong to... He didn't want to wrong them, not Hikaru and Kaoru. Never did he want to. "Look, forget it, I'll just go back to bed."
He tried to push his way past but Hikaru would have none of that. He grabbed a hold of Noboru's wrist, gently pulling him to his chest. Wrapping his arms around him, he kissed that gauze that covered one eye. "Don't..."
"Don't?"
"Don't try to handle this by yourself, it hurts Kaoru... it hurts me, us, to see you try so hard to keep it all in."
"You lost m-phf."
He was cut off by a tongue darting into his mouth. His breath haulted as seering lips sealed with his, gentle hands caressing his face. Hikaru poured his dominance intot he kiss, acerting his athorty, declairing everything that he couldn't verbally say. His hands ran down Noboru's back cupping around slender thighs and lifting him up to seat on the counter. When Hikaru backed away he felt dizzy, Noboru's lips could very easily become addictive. He really, really, really had to try hard not to go any farther with the man that had just taken his breath away.
"I've..." Noboru's fingers ran over his own lips, his face flushed, "never kissed like that before..."
It was a lot harder now, but the Hitachiin was determined not to take advantage of those he loved. Trying hard to keep a lid on his hormones he spoke, "Kaoru and I are here for you. If you want to cry, cry. If you want to laugh, laugh. But do NOT bottle it up inside only to let it go when you're alone, because you're not alone any more."
Noboru rested the crown of his head against Hikaru's. That was... the first time he was told it was okay to cry, not even when grandma died could he. He had to be strong for grandpa he had to keep it all at bay. And as the flood gates to that bay started to open, he felt relief wash over him.
"Noboru?" Hikaru's hand rubbed the redhead's back, "Are you-"
"Shut up," his quacking voice mumbled. "You were the one who said it was okay to cry."
"Yeah," he closed his eyes letting one hand stroke down Noboru's back while the other played with hair. "Yeah it is."
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Kaoru shifted in bed, hand reaching out and finding no warmth where there should have been. With a heavy sigh he rolled over and sat up. Rubbing sleep out of his eye his ears were greeted with the sound of something at the window. Probably another darn bird smacking into the window pane again. Running a hand through his hair he glanced over to see if the sun had risen yet.
Outside in the storm that came over the hours of sleep was something hanging from a rope. The wind beat it against the window in thumps and taps. Kaoru's eyes were wide, his mouth hung open. He gave a strangled shout when two sets of arms wrapped around him. His body easily lifted off of the bed. He gave a kick to the person holding his legs and twisted out of the grip that held his torso, landing on the ground he scrambled up to his feet.
"That hurt you know," Hikaru rubbed at his side soon as the triplets were out into the hallway.
"I said I was sorry," Kaoru's eyes were watery from guilt. He was scared when he saw the dead crow hanging outside his bedroom window. It's not every day you see something like that and then to suddenly be grabbed from behind while you were shooken up he kind of freaked out.
"He already cried when he saw that it was you he kicked," Noboru rested his head against the wall arms wrapped around Kaoru's shoulders from behind. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up again, "Who's... going to call the police?"
"We're not," Hikaru's eyes hardened. No the police were too kind for something like this, the perpertrator could NOT have a chance. He wanted the bastard to be hunted down like a rabid dog. "We're going to Kyouya."
To Be Continued...
