Rim: All right, it seems that management is changing the scheduling of things a lot. By management, I want everyone to know that means my brain. So it seems that we're going back to a Monday through Sunday schedule with fanfics. So expect to see a few updates on Saturdays and Sundays when I don't have to work late or at all. Oh, and thanks to everyone's reviews for last chapter.
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Kenny walked over to his dresser, pulling open the third drawer that contained underwear, and grabbed a clean pair before opening the drawer under it and grabbed a pair of socks. Walking back over to his duffel bag, Kenny dumped the items in the bag where the rest of his overnight items rested within the bag. Once done, he flopped down on the bed with a sigh, his thoughts roaming back over to ten minutes before when he sat in Tala's car.
Closing his eyes, the brunette could still recall everything as if it happened seconds before. The feel of Tala's lips against his neck, the way it made his heart do flips in his chest, even the way he began shaking with anticipation. He didn't even resist when Tala kissed him, rather encouraging the action to continue despite knowing that he shouldn't. He wanted Tala to touch and kiss him, to feel Tala's hands roam over ever inch of his body, even to…
"Stop it," Kenny muttered shaking his head of what could have come next if he hadn't stopped the red head. If he hadn't stopped Tala…right now…the two of them could have likely been in the backseat of the car. No matter how much Kenny had wanted to, he knew in the end, his heart wouldn't be able to keep in the guilt he felt, hurting not just one person, but two in the end.
He hoped that Tala could understand that it was for the best. Then again…Tala wasn't the type to just be okay with it. If anything, Tala was not going to let that be the end of it no matter how things appeared when Kenny was leaving the car. He knew the red head to well to think that he was going to disappear he was so too stubborn to give up. A short smile curled the corners of Kenny's mouth, thinking about how stubborn Tala had been three summers ago. And how, in the end, Tala got his way, but not before Kenny got his way.
Then again, Tala getting his way meant that he was going to be in crossfire with Michael, which was the last thing Kenny hoped to come about in this situation. If he could, Kenny wanted Michael to meet Tala, maybe get the two to have a conversation, seeing just how alike they were. If all went well they could be friends. Then again, Tala would be annoyed by anyone that he found was exactly like him, other than Kai. Another possibility occurred also: Tala might make enemies with Michael. As said earlier, Tala was stubborn when he wanted something.
Pushing himself back up from the bed, Kenny grabbed his duffel bag from the bed and closed it, before walking over to a notebook situated on the top of his desk where the laptop rested. Flipping the notebook open to a clean page, he tore out a sheet then grabbed a pen from the small stationary on the desk. Scribbling down a short note telling his mother that he was going to be at a friend's house for the night and if she needed to get in contact with him to call his cell phone, Kenny placed the pen down and picked up the note, carrying it out the room with him.
Thinking back to that summer three years ago, Kenny for the life of him couldn't figure out what took the two so long to get to Massachusetts from Tennessee. It wasn't that long a way by plane, and no more than a few days ride by car or motorcycle. Tala or Kai seemed unwilling right now to tell them what happened, or explain why they didn't at least call to tell them where they were or they were still alive. Everyone in Tennessee thought the two were dead, even his friend Max's mother who had been their psychiatrist. Maybe he should give Max a call tomorrow to give his mother the message about Tala and Kai. He was sure she would be relieved to know nothing happened to them. Max use to say how his mother regretted being unable to be there to do something for Tala and Kai, now she didn't have to beat herself up about it.
Once downstairs, Kenny walked into the kitchen, placing the note on the refrigerator with a magnet. After the brunette was done with that task, he went to the living room, sitting his bag on the floor before sitting himself on the couch. In the quiet, darkness of the room, Kenny touched his lips, still able to feel the gentle pressure against his lips from where Tala kissed him. He couldn't deny that it felt good. Nor could he say he had imagined kissing Michael; that dissolution was not going to be associated with his way of thinking or in order to make an excuse for his actions.
"It's going to be a problem if I can't keep Tala from making me react to him whenever he's around. And I still have to tell Michael the truth," Kenny groaned, resting his head on the back of the chair. Just when he thought life was going to give him a break, it decides to screw him over yet again. Tossing him into another storm he wasn't ready for. What exactly was he going to do and how was he going to tell Michael the truth when he had such a hard time telling Tala?
Lifting his head up, Kenny heard the sounds of a car pulling up to the curb. Getting up off the couch, Kenny grabbed his bag from the floor then walked towards the front door and opened the door to find Michael's black Ford Mustang on the curb. Walking out the house and locking the door behind him, Kenny walked towards the car just as Michael was getting out his car to open the passenger side door for Kenny. Blue eyes gave the slightly younger a questioning look when he found the short smile barely gracing the corners of his mouth.
"You look like your best friend lost more brain cells than he needs to," Michael joked once he got Kenny into the car and was in the driver's side of the vehicle. Kenny turned his head to glance over towards his boyfriend. In the light of the moonlight shining through the flakes of snow that still fell, Kenny watched the light of concern flicker within Michael's eyes.
"I don't think Tyson needs to lose anymore brain cells tonight," Kenny said.
"Well you look like he has," Michael said, taking the car out of park, and pulling away from the curb. "So what's up? Why did you finally want to come spend the night with me all of a sudden? As many times as I've asked you before and you've shot me down repeatedly, I thought it was final."
"Well…I suppose that nothing is final until I bash your head in," Kenny teased lightly.
"And I don't think you would hesitate in doing so," Michael countered with a shake of his head. "So, why all of a sudden?"
"It's not all of a sudden." This time is was Kenny's turn to counter. "It's not like I jumped out in the middle of the street while you were riding by and screamed for you to take me to your apartment."
"True, but it was on those lines, I just wasn't driving by. Besides, you're not the type of person who does things on impulses you have reasons for everything so what are the reasons behind this?" Michael said. "Even though, it would just be nice if you up and decided all of a sudden you wanted to stay with me because you were getting lonely at nights."
"Michael…" Kenny trailed off for a second looking out the window at the falling snow covering cars they were passing. It was true, for everything he did, there was a reason behind it now was no exception. The only reason he wanted to be at Michael's apartment was to discuss the situation with his boyfriend, instead of some other motives or just the impulse to be near the other. There were over a dozen different occasions he had the opportunity to go home with the red head, it was just that he never felt it necessary to go that route.
"Hey," Michael said, redirecting Kenny's attention back to him. With a toothy grin, he continued his sentence. "I don't want you to think that I'm accusing you of not wanting to be in my company, I'm actually excited that you're going to be spending the night with me. We can sit up all night and exchange gossip and do each other's toe nails."
"Oh joy," Kenny said with a roll of his eyes, but on his lips a smile twitched the corners of his mouth. "Sounds like the best night I'm going to ever have. You know, you're crazy."
"Isn't that why you like me?" Michael batted his eyes at Kenny momentarily before turning his attention back to the street, making a left near the old library that stood abandoned two years prior to being shut down for a newer complex three blocks away. The mayor of the city was considering reopening the building for a new project later that year.
"There's actually a reason for liking you?" Kenny gasped, widening his eyes as he stared at Michael. "I thought it was just because I was insane!"
"You're really funny, you know that?" Michael said with light sarcasm.
"Thank you, everyone's always telling me how funny," Kenny smiled.
"You know I was being sarcastic don't you?" Michael questioned, cocking a brow towards his boyfriend.
"I know," Kenny stated.
"And?" Michael said, with emphasis on the word.
"And what?" The smile on Kenny's lips widened, finding a blue eye study him momentarily before turning back to the road. Michael shook his head, but didn't say another word. "You know I was just teasing you."
"One day, I'm going to get you back for it," Michael responded.
"I'll be waiting for that day, then," Kenny nodded. Sitting back in the seat, Kenny relaxed a little, the tension in his shoulders lessening from their conversation. Now if only he could stay like that for the rest of the time he would need to tell Michael the truth over why he wanted to be with the red head right now. The atmosphere in the air continued to remain light even after the talking stopped.
Looking out the window at the scenery, he found one or two people on the street enjoying the falling of the transparent crystalline flakes. A few couples held onto their lovers, talking softly amongst themselves, or laughing. Life really seemed to enjoy tormenting him everyone else in the world seemed carefree of worries. Had he pissed off fate in a previous life, and it was now coming back to kick him in the ass? Either that or the situation was just too tempting to tweak around with. Continuing to stare out the window, Kenny watched Michael turn the car into an entrance of a building complex.
Checking out the exterior of the building, Kenny realized it was one of the new upscale neighborhoods constructed about three years ago. The apartments were supposedly very spacious in this area of town, though cost a lot of money. He wondered if Michael's housing was paid through the school or a scholarship.
"My father owns the complex that was constructed," Michael said, as if being able to read Kenny's thoughts. He said that I could stay here as long as I'm in school, but once I graduate or whatever, I would have to move out. Such a nice father isn't he?"
"You mean…your father owns all of this?" Kenny gaped. "Your family must be well off then. I never knew, why didn't you say something earlier?"
"Because he's my stepfather, my old man ran off with my sixteen year old babysitter when I was ten. My mom remarried when I was thirteen to the man who currently owns this building. He's a cool guy, we get along well now and days considering how much I hated him when he first moved in with me and mom," Michael said, parking the car in an empty parking space close to the second row of cars in front of the building. Putting the car in park and cutting off the engine, Michael got out the car, heading to the other side to open Kenny's door for him.
"Your father ran off with your sixteen year old babysitter…that is a new one on me," Kenny said with a shake of his head, getting out of the car with his duffel bag. "You know, I don't really know as much about you even if we've been going together for about two months now."
"Quite true, but there's nothing really significant to tell, my father was a lazy cheating asshole anyway. My mother tolerated it because she was cheating on him anyway, and I just got use to it because my mom was always there for me. She was the real genius of the family she works for a pharmaceutical company here in Northampton," Michael remarked, leading Kenny towards an elevator by the entrance of the building's lower floor apartments. "Before that, she had a job on Wall Street with stocks and bonds, my father stayed home taking care of me. She came home on the weekends."
"But that wasn't enough for your father, huh?" Kenny questioned.
"Nope, he started cheating on her when I was eight. She worked stocks and bonds from the time I was six to the time I was ten. I remember when he brought some lady home from a bar and I came home to find them screwing on the couch. And I remember this time mom took me on this business lunch with her and she rented two hotel suites, one for me and the other for her and her "client" to use," Michael chuckled, thinking about what he saw when he peeked through the keyhole to the room.
"It seems that your parents shaped your sexual behavior?" Kenny said, stepping onto the elevator that they were going to use to go up to the fifth floor of the complex. He looked up at Michael who had a smile on his face.
"Oh yeah, since my father would just screw around and not care if I was in the room, I learned about sex education early. My mother learned he was cheating when I asked her different things that I saw. She never said more than that he should be a better example for me. I think she stopped loving him a long time ago," Michael thought. "They were happier when they weren't together and miserable when they were. Mom didn't bat an eye when he ran off. Just filed for a divorce and moved on."
"Sounds like someone I know," Kenny chuckled. "I'm guessing that you two are so much alike that you hardly ever get into fights?"
"Basically you're right. She gave me a fit when she found out that I liked guys and girls, of course that fight was short lived. When I brought home my first ever boyfriend when I was sixteen, she stopped freaking out," Michael smiled. The elevator dinged when they reached the fifth floor, the doors automatically opening to let them out. Michael led Kenny off the elevator, pulling out the keys to his apartment. Looking around, Kenny saw that there was only one other doors on the whole floor, and that was to the apartment on the left hand side to the one Michael was placing the key into, and another one further down to another apartment. In all, there seemed to be only three compartments on the entire floor.
"Does she live with your stepfather?" Kenny inquired, walking into the apartment once Michael had the door opened.
Looking around, Kenny gaped at the spaciousness of the apartment. The living room was fully carpeted in a deep blue plush carpet which stopped at the left side of the room leading into the kitchen with linoleum flooring. A wooden bar about the height of one's waist separated the reasonably large living from the kitchen which was in no way dwarfed in size because of the space of the living room. In fact, the full table that was sitting near the bar and refrigerator against the wall where you would enter the kitchen, left more than enough room to walk around near the counter containing a sink, coffee maker, toaster, and microwave. The stove was situated on the wall adjacent from the fridge where three cabinets were nestled together above the stove. A window in the living room overlooked the back parking lot and a small sprinkling of trees.
The living room itself contained the beige sofa facing towards the twenty-seventy inch wide screen TV with built in VCR and DVD player was on the floor close to the bar separating where one would enter the kitchen. An entertainment center holding a stereo, some CDs, and some DVD movies rested on the other side of the TV. A small glass table cushioned between the couch and another beige armchair held a lamp currently flicked on. A light switch between the kitchen and the short carpeted hallway held two switches, one probably for the kitchen and the other for the living room's over head ceiling light. In the hallway was another switch which could be to light the way down the hall to the closed room door Kenny saw.
"Nice place," Kenny said.
"Well, it comfortable, I'm not complaining," Michael said. "Come on, I'll show you around." Kenny followed behind Michael who switched on a low lighting in the hall showing a door on each side before getting to the last room down the hallway. "To your left is the bathroom, it has a shower if you want to get cleaned up. Downstairs on the base floor is where the complex's few washing machines are, but I doubt you're going to need to use that tonight though. And to your right is just a room where I keep all my junk."
"Your junk?" Kenny repeated with a short smile.
"Well yeah, boxes of old books, an old bookshelf, table, my baseball gear, a trophy or two for playing baseball in little league, old photo albums, boxes of things that I still have from my childhood that I keep forgetting to get rid of, you know things like that," Michael said, walking down the hall to where the last room was. "And this is my room."
Michael pushed open the door and cut on the light when he walked in. Kenny walked in, looking around at the king size bed resting in the center of the room near the back wall. A nightstand to the left of the bed contained a small lamp and alarm clock. A full wall closet rested to the left side of the bed. The dresser was situated right next to the light switch. A desk sat against the right side of the bed, a large window rested in front of the desk. On the desk rested an MP3 player and a few books.
"Nice room," Kenny said, placing his bag by the door and went to go sit on the edge of the bed. Michael followed the gesture, sitting beside the brunette. "You really do have it good here, your stepfather must think so highly of you to let you stay here without paying rent."
"Well, as long as I'm in school, he says I can stay, so just think, when I graduate, I'm going to have to move out or pay rent if I want to stay here. It's close to a eight hundred and fifty a month to stay here, so unless I get someone to room with me, I'll be out of a place to live," Michael said. "He's nice, but can be a bastard when it comes to deals. But I guess he's just trying to show me that life isn't so easy."
"No…life really isn't as easy as you think sometimes," Kenny sighed, his thoughts retracing to the real reason he had asked to come over. Kenny tilted his head to the side, finding Michael staring at him with a renewed look of concern in his eyes.
"What do you have on your mind? You can stop beating around the bush and tell me, it's not going to make it any simpler hiding it," Michael said. "I'm listening you know."
"It's not that simple," Kenny sighed. "There are a lot of things that…well…it's complicated, that's all."
"Start from the beginning and work your way up to the problem," Michael said. "It's not like I have anything more important to do, so if it takes all night to tell me what's up, then go ahead. I can make some coffee and we can crash in the morning."
"I don't think it's going to take all night," Kenny said with a short smile. "But…thanks anyway."
"So, where does this story begin?"
Kenny looked down at his hands, his brows furling together trying to figure out what he should tell first, about Tala's past or about what happened that afternoon. Eventually, he considered it was better to go with the events of that day which would lead up to telling Michael about Tala. Lifting his head up, he found a patient look on Michael's face, relieved to have the other's calmness to settle his jittery nerves. He didn't know exactly still how the red head would react to his boyfriend almost giving in completely to temptation. "I suppose that the story would begin this afternoon after you dropped me off. My mother told me that there was a surprise waiting for me in my room. I had no idea that the surprise was…"
"Was what?" Michael inquired when he heard hesitation in his boyfriend's voice. "What happened?"
"Remember…the guy that I told you about before we started going out, Tala? Well…after all this time…he finally came back," Kenny said, biting his bottom lip.
"The man that stole your heart…he came back today?" Michael said.
"Before, I never told you the entire story," Kenny interrupted as he saw the flicker of anger within Michael's eyes. "Before…I told you that he just disappeared, there was more to the story than that. I've never really told anyone, Kain and Rei just knew because they helped me deal with it. But three years ago when I went on a summer vacation with my parents to Jackson, Tennessee…that's when I met Tala, and his cousin Kai. We started out far from the lines of attraction."
"How did you meet?" Michael inquired, relaxing some while he let Kenny tell his story.
"Well…on our way into town, we got a flat tire, and my father tried to make me help him change it. Tala was just sort of in a tree lounging around and came down to help us," Kenny smiled, remembering his first impression of the red head and how ironic it would lead to more. "After that I saw him and his cousin around town. I learned from Tyson and some of his friends that the two had bad reputations and sort of the black sheep in town. Later on, I found out the truth behind things. Tala and I grew close that summer because I was someone he felt he could trust. There weren't a lot of people, probably two that seemed to care about him, his cousin Kai and the local doctor who watched them grow into trouble teens."
"And the day he broke your heart?" Michael inquired softly.
"That day…" It still sent shudders up his spine every time he remembered getting the call from Tyson and Max saying the two were dead. "About a week before…I had to go back here because my grandmother was sick. Tala told me…he loved me and we were going to live together when I graduated because he was going to move up here. Just the four of us…"
"Four?'
"Yeah…Tyson was with Tala's cousin Kai at the time. The four of us were going to get a place here in Northampton, but something happened. I'm not sure what really happened, but from what I heard, the two were trying to leave and their uncle went crazy, shooting them, killing a maid, and his own wife. It's speculated about whether he killed himself after that, or either Kai or Tala did. But for the last three years, we thought the two were dead."
"So it was a surprise when they showed up all of a sudden," Michael said.
"Exactly," Kenny said. "They're reluctant to talk about what happened right now, so I still don't know the truth. I had Tyson come down to the store where they were with me, but he didn't take the news well and…well he's in the hospital for the night. When you called me earlier, Tala was about to take me home." So this was it, now he had to tell Michael what happened, and then discover if the red head could forgive him for what happened. Lowering his head, Kenny could feel the tears in the corner of his eyes, welling up as he feared the worst.
"Kenny…" Michael frowned, seeing the tears trickling down the brunette's cheeks. Reaching out a hand, he pulled Kenny into his lap, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. "What happened? You can tell me, I won't be mad at you."
"I…I'm sorry Michael," Kenny cried.
"Tell me what happened," Michael repeated, holding onto the shaking brunette.
"I didn't mean to…it's just that when he kissed me…it…I couldn't help it, please don't hate me for it, I stopped him, and told him about you," Kenny said. Taking a chance of looking up, Kenny found a reflective look within Michael's eyes, the smile curling the corners of lips. "Michael…?"
"Well, when you tell me the whole story, I can understand how you didn't hesitate at first to respond to him, and I'm glad that you did let him know there was someone else in your life," Michael said softly. "But I only want you to be happy, you understand that. I told you that if it didn't work out between us, then I wasn't going to hold a grudge. If you want to be with him, then it's your decision and I will respect it, Kenny."
"I like him…I do," Kenny admitted.
"Then you've made up your mind?" Michael inquired.
"But…I think I'm falling in love with you," Kenny said, looking up into Michael's eyes. "He was my first love, that's something I can never forget, but I do care about you too, I just want you to know that. And that I want to be with you, to figure out if it can work out between us."
"Is that what you really want?" Michael asked, searching the other's eyes for some falsification in the statement that would let him know otherwise if Kenny was just pushing his previous love away.
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't want it, you know that," Kenny smiled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sometimes I swear you can be dense, you know that don't you?"
"Oh, now I'm dense, whose the one crying about me hating them, knowing I would never be able to do so," Michael countered, leaning down to kiss Kenny on the forehead.
"You know what?" Kenny said.
"Hm?" Michael looked down to find the brunette frowning at him. "What's wrong now?"
"Kiss me on the lips and stop kissing me on the forehead," Kenny stated.
"Oh, you're being bold now," Michael chuckled, tilting Kenny's head up to kiss Kenny lightly on the lips before moving his mouth to towards the other's jaw line, his mouth going further down to tease the skin that was exposed. "Next thing you're going to tell me is—"
"Kiss me again," Kenny interrupted.
"Demanding now, I like that." Michael kissed the brunette again, surprised when he felt the tip of the brunette's tongue skimming his bottom lip. Opening his mouth, Michael deepened the kiss, hearing Kenny moaned lightly under the kiss. For a while he battled with Kenny for dominance of the kiss, which the brunette gave up minutes later, being subdued. When he finally pulled back, both were out of breath, Kenny's eyes shimmering with want in his deep blue depths. "Kenny…are you sure about this?"
"Kiss me again Michael," Kenny said, shifting his weight so he was straddling the red head's lap. Kenny leaned forward, kissing at Michael's throat softly, hearing the soft murmur of approval.
"Kenny…" Michael lifted his hands to the brunette's waist, pulling Kenny closer against him. Michael moved one of his hands up under Kenny's shirt, letting his fingers roam over the warm skin underneath. Kenny arched his back, a soft moan emitting from his lips. "Stop me if you…"
"Don't stop," Kenny said, taking the edges of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Tossing the shirt on the floor, he felt Michael's mouth ebbing away the fears that rested in his heart. Eventually, Kenny found himself under Michael while the other's hands tugged at the material of his pants, pulling them from around him. Kenny arched his back when a hand brushed lightly against the heat building in his crotch. A light sheen of perspiration dotted the flushed skin Michael nipped at. Looking down, he found Michael looking back up at him. "You don't need to ask, I want you to."
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Tyson's eyes fluttered open, sensing another presence in the room. Turning his head to the side of the bed, he saw a blurry figure which came into focus once his eyes did. Sitting at his bedside with worry lined in his eyes was Ozuma, a flicker of relief interrupting when Tyson smiled at him. "Hey," Tyson said. "How long have you been sitting there watching me like that?"
"Long enough to worry that you weren't going to wake up," Ozuma remarked quietly. "You okay?"
"Yeah, my head doesn't hurt so much today, just feels a little tender from the fall. So what time is it?" Tyson said, beginning to sit up in bed.
"You should stain yourself, stay down," Ozuma said.
"I'm fine, it's not like I was in a car wreck," Tyson joked, sitting up against the pillows. "So, what time is it?"
"Close to eleven," Ozuma said.
"Wait…visiting hours start at ten, so you mean you've been here for nearly an hour watching me sleep?" Tyson inquired, staring at his boyfriend with a funny look. "I wasn't going to go anywhere you know, you could have came around noon. I doubt the doctors are going to set me free until later this afternoon anyway."
"I was worried about you."
"So worried that you had to watch me for an hour?" Tyson questioned.
"Well…I was sitting here thinking too," Ozuma admitted. "You know, I called Kenny last night to ask him where you were and then he told me you were here. I was afraid it was something serious. Then he tells me that you will explain everything that happened today. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I kept thinking it was going to be something…well…is it something serious?"
"Yes," Tyson nodded. Lowering his head for a long second, he finally lifted his eyes back to Ozuma, seeing the apprehension shining just under the surface of the patience he was trying to sustain. "Remember when Kenny told me he had something important to tell me at the show, everything has to do with what I found out when I went."
"Which was what?" Ozuma urged.
"Well…remember when I told you about Kai. There's a very funny thing about what I told you that I found out yesterday," Tyson said. "It seems that neither he nor his cousin Tala were dead after all. They haven't explained how they survived, but all I know is that it's really a miracle their uncle didn't kill them. I am sad Kai never once contacted me in the three years following that summer…just to tell me that he was alive or something."
"So, that means that he's here now?" Ozuma questioned, watching Tyson silently shake his head. Getting up from the chair he was sitting by the bed, to seat himself next to Tyson, Ozuma wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, tipping up Tyson's chin, to look into the other's deep blue eyes with a serious stare. "Should I ask what you've told him so far?"
"About you, how much I like you and how great a person you are," Tyson said. "But…he's not the type of person to just give up on something. He's been pursuing me since I could remember. And then finally getting me to love him in return when I was fifteen…I have a feeling he won't let you have me so easily. He's stubborn, much like his cousin, so I'm sure that Kenny is worried too."
"Ty, you love me don't you?" Ozuma inquired.
"Yes, of course. I want to be with you too, there is no mistaking that," Tyson responded.
"But you do love this guy too, right?"
"I care for Kai, but like I said, I'm with you now," Tyson nodded. "Are you having second thoughts about our relationship, Ozuma? I'm sorry if this is sudden and—" Tyson didn't get the rest of the sentence out as Ozuma kissed his on the lips then pulled back.
"Like you had any control of this. It's happened, so we make the best of things now and take it one step at a time. Who knows, maybe he will decide that your happiness is in best interest and leave you to me," Ozuma smiled softly.
"I'm sure you would like that," said a new voice in the room. Tyson resisted the urge to groan as he pulled away from Ozuma to look towards the door where Kai was standing in with crossed arms. His auburn eyes studied the other male who had his arms wrapped around Tyson, a look of jealousy and dislike plain in his stare while he continued to cock a brow in emphasis to his question. "But that isn't about to happen in this lifetime or a next one."
"Um…Ozuma…this is Kai," Tyson said. "Kai…this is Ozuma."
"I'm surprised the monkey was able to get someone to like him after you." Kai moved to the side to allow Tala into the room, much to Tyson's chagrin.
"And that's Kai's whore cousin Tala," Tyson said, glaring at the other.
"Tyson, if you would excuse me and your friend for a second, I want to speak with him outside," Kai interrupted before the banter between him and Tala could start up. Tyson broke the glare he had been giving Tala to look back to Kai, suspicion lingering in his gaze. "Don't worry, I'm not going to start a fight with him, I plan to talk and nothing more. You have my word."
"Ozuma…" Tyson shifted his eyes to Ozuma who was getting up off the bed.
"If he wants to talk, then fine, I see no harm in it," Ozuma replied, giving Tyson a reassuring smile he wasn't going to do anything as he walked towards Kai who held open the door to allow Ozuma's departure from the room before he exited himself, leaving Tala in Tyson's company. Outside the hospital room, Ozuma waited the other male to say something, but Kai remained silent, looking at the people walking by in the halls.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Ozuma stated after a minute passed.
"Tyson likes you, I've gathered that much from what I've heard, but as he said too, I'm not the type to give him up so easily. Tyson has been the only one I've ever loved since I've known him, and he will be the only one that I would die for," Kai replied eventually.
"Is that all you have to say?" Ozuma questioned. "Or is there more?"
"There's more," Kai smirked. Shifting an auburn eye over to the shorter male, Kai focused solely on Ozuma. "I respect that you aren't going to back down, I did spend too much time away without letting him know I was alive, but I have my reasons I will explain to him in due time. In fact, I think it's going to be interesting having a component rival for a while."
"And?" Ozuma had a feeling he wasn't about to like what the dual haired older had to tell him, especially with the smirk in the corners of his mouth rising higher.
"And when he's finally realized that he wants to be with me again then this game will end. And you can move on with your life and forget about him. For now I will let you have your time with him," Kai smirked, watching the younger male flushed with anger.
Inside the room, while Kai is pissing off Ozuma on the outside, Tyson is continues to stare over at Tala whose leaning against the wall looking agitated. The bluenette figured it was due to the fact that Kenny wasn't at the hospital yet. "Why are you here anyway, it's not like you want to see how I'm doing? My cousin isn't here yet, he's probably at home sleep," Tyson spoke.
"He's not home," Tala replied. "We stopped by there before we came here. His mother said that last night he left a note that he was going to stay over at a friend's house."
"Would you be the reason behind that?" Tyson accused. "You did take him home last night, didn't you? Did you try something with him, Tala?"
"And what if I did?" Tala voiced. "I didn't hear much of a complaint from him when I was kissing him."
"You asshole, he told you he had a boyfriend didn't he? And you just try to take advantage of him! Do you realize how hurt he was when we…" Tyson trailed off momentarily before regaining his composure. "Do you know how hurt he was when we heard the news that you were supposedly found dead in a ditch? It's taken him three years to get over his pain, and find someone he likes again, now you just think you can do what you like!"
"It's not doing what I like, it's doing what we both want," Tala corrected. "He wanted me last night. He knew it, and I knew it also. It was just a last minute hesitation because he didn't want to hurt his supposed boyfriend's feelings when he would have let me fuck him."
"You…" Tyson narrowed his eyes as he grabbed his phone from the hospital table by the bed and cut it on. Dialing Rei's number, he placed the phone to his ear. The line rang two times before Rei picked it up with a light yawn. "Hey Rei, it's me Tyson."
"Oh…hi Ty, is there something you need?" Rei said.
"Well, I was just wondering if Kenny was over your way or if you and Kain have seen him since yesterday?" Tyson remarked.
"Well…no, not since yesterday afternoon, why do you ask?" Rei inquired, his tone touching the lines of worry. "Isn't he home?"
"He left a note with his mother last night saying he was going to spend the night with a friend, I figured that he was with you or Kain since there are no other close friends besides Oliver that I can think of. And I don't have Oliver's number," Tyson said.
"Ever thought he might be with Michael? Maybe he got horny and needed a little private time with his boyfriend," Kain shouted in the background.
"Tell your boyfriend to shut up, Rei," Tyson sighed.
"I can't tell Kain that you know that. But he might be right and Kenny's with Michael, it would be reasonable enough. If you want, me and Kain can drive by his apartment and see if Kenny's over there while you try his cell phone," Rei said.
"Well, I suppose that would be logical. I'll do go ahead and call him and talk to you two later," Tyson said with a nod.
"All right, bye Tyson."
"Bye Rei." Tyson hung up the phone, staring at Tala. "Well, it seems that you've more than likely ran my cousin into the arms of his boyfriend." Tala didn't say anything as Tyson dialed Kenny's cell phone number just as Ozuma and Kai were coming back into the room, Kai with a satisfied smirk on his face, and Ozuma looking on the verge of strangulating the dual haired older. With a frown, Tyson turned his eyes on Kai.
"I didn't lay a hand on him, as I promised," Kai grinned. "I said what I had to say and then I left it alone."
"I bet you did," Tyson sighed, listening as Kenny's phone went immediately to voicemail, which only meant he had it turned off. Disconnecting the line, Tyson placed the phone down on the bed and looked over at Ozuma. "You okay, Zuma?"
"I'm fine," Ozuma assured. "Who were you trying to call?"
"Kenny, but his phone is cut off. What did he say to you after you two talked last night?" Tyson questioned.
"He had to call Michael. He's not home?" Ozuma asked. Tyson shook his head, watching out the corner of his eye as Tala exited the room. Immediately Kai followed after his cousin to find out what was up. "The red head looked pissed."
"Oh, he's worst than Kai, probably the thought of Kenny being with another guy right now is pissing him off," Tyson said. "Are you sure you're okay though? What did Kai say to you?"
"Nothing you have to worry about, it's just his cocky attitude that pisses me off," Ozuma growled.
"Well…just think it's only the beginning of things."
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Rim: All right, I'm finished! Next chapter is going to be really interesting and then will be the start of that one wonderful thing called drama. Yes, triangles are being established and my brain has so many nice little ideas that I plan to work around with. The chapters are about to get a little bit more interesting from here on out.
