CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

The night had passed without further incident, for which Tetsuhiro could only be thankful, for both he and his beloved Senpai had needed their rest. It had, however been practically a first for him to get such a good nights sleep since arriving upon the island, where just about every one of the islanders wished to somehow please him. A task they preferred to do by offering themselves up to him, in his bed, in his bath, whenever and wherever they could. All of them however, he had turned down.

Only the man whose legs were tangled with his, sleeping on the pillow next to him, was the one he wanted, the one whom he loved - despite everything.

Slowly disentangling himself from the still sleeping man, he felt the arm across him tighten. At that he stilled until the grip on him loosened and he was able to free himself, before Senpai awoke and kicked him out, as he was prone to forgetting what had occurred the night before - if only for a moment.

However, as he stood up and began to change into his morning clothes, the sleeping man stirred, sleepy eyes blinking open. The lithe body of the half-asleep man stretching out beneath the covers, one arm over his head, "Nnn... Mori...naga..."

Tetsuhiro gulped, as the bed sheet fell to reveal one perfectly pink nipple.

"G-good morning Senpai." How he wanted to bend down and kiss that slightly parted mouth, to move his fingertips over his senpai's pectorals. He didn't believe the other man would appreciate considering the events of the day and night before. Especially when those eyes came into focus, once the man had straightened his glasses on his nose and stared at him unsmilingly, as red crept over the mans face.

The dark haired man was baffled by the blonds reactions, normally he would have been yelling at him or worse. His senpai however had covered himself with the bed sheet, turning his head away, not even looking in his direction.

'Is he angry? Then...why did he want me to sleep here last night?' As always, his beloveds actions confused him, causing his heart to ache at the possibility that the other was finally though - sick of everything to do with him. Yet Senpai's body had responded to him so eagerly, if only the stubborn man would admit to himself how he really felt.

'But maybe I'm just living an illusion, always hoping for something that I'll probably never get... but we have come far, there has been progress, albeit slow progress, but I love him. If only I could make him mine forever, make him realize that he's mine then maybe, we could both of us, be happy.' With an inaudible sigh he turned around and continued changing, slowly, his limbs feeling sluggish and his fingers clammy and clumsy.

Souichi's body ached slightly, rarely used muscles having been taxed the day before as he sat up in the bed. He couldn't bring himself to look at Morinaga, as his hands clutched the bedsheets, bringing them up and tucking them beneath his arms. The idiot was alive, none of it had been a dream and his body could attest to that, but what was more bothersome to him was the scene that continued to play over and over again in his head. That islander whom had been naked as the day he was born trying to gain the attentions of his kouhai.

'If he were interested in someone else, then I wouldn't have to put up with having sex with him...'

Yet the thought of Morinaga with someone else just did not sit right with him, hadn't he told the idiot to go find someone else, but the other man never had. Always, always he persisted, touching him, spouting words of affection.

He wondered what it meant, not wanting Morinaga to find someone else, when he himself always denied that their was anything between them. And Morinaga was able to provoke a strong reaction from his body too, he despised his own body for that, because he couldn't control it. His kouhai, whenever that happened, took advantage if he could. Back at the room in Canada, back in their apartment after their guests had left and then again when the pervert had found him chained to the bed.

Still, he was always kind, even gentle most of the time, unless he got really angry and then he was truly frightening, more so than just when he'd go into rut all of a sudden.

The air in the room was tense as he continued to speculate, to try and figure out what he should do, how he should act that morning. He was angry about the idiot taking advantage of each situation thrown at him, even when they'd been bathing and he'd become aroused. He closed his eyes tight.

'No, no, no! Not going there!'

Yet he also recalled both Morinaga's words and that annoying islanders at the end just before he'd left in a huff. Over and over again those words played through him like a broken record.

'No one can control who they love, whom they fall in love with, it just happens. It is a phenomenon that no amount of science will ever be able to understand or explain.'

Did that mean, that his kouhai did not want to be in love with him, that if it were something one could control then he would have washed his hands of him a long time ago, Souichi wondered. His eyes widened, holding his hand to his heart at the painful twinge he felt there.

'Why...' He frowned, wondering why all of a sudden there had been such a painful ache in his chest.

His mind wandered back to the islanders words as well. 'Don't think, that just because he loves you that everything will go smoothly, eventually love fades away if it is not nurtured properly, just like a flower. If you don't tend to it, it will begin to wilt and wither.'

Again that sudden and sharp pain zinged through his chest, where his heart thumped. Before he could delve further into his own psychoanalysis someone burst into the room. Startled he looked up, a scowl already in place in case it was the young man from last night or anyone else with the insane notion that they were going to get into Morinaga's pants.

The person whom had barged into the room, was the elderly woman from the day before, who had spoken about some ceremony and mentioned that he was to be a Kisaki. Still annoyed, he was relived that it hadn't been another islander and especially not that brat from last night.

Tetsuhiro had just finished dressing when the elder woman of the island popped into the room, what looked to be three young women following behind her, each holding some garment in their arms. He looked at them curiously, wondering what they were for. It didn't take long for him to find out and to worry over what Senpai was going to do.

The old woman smiled at the two, introducing the three women as her granddaughters. "Kyoko, Ryoko and Toyoko."

The three women bent their heads, as they sat down upon their knees.

"And they have brought some clothes for Kisaki."

Everyone ignored the disgruntled glare of the blond man who was still in bed, wrapped in nothing more than a bed-sheet.

Tetsuhiro hadn't known where his Senpai's clothes were if he even had any he'd brought with him, but he didn't think the man would accept wearing any of the three offered garments.

"Toyoko, show them the night clothes first," the old woman ordered her tallest granddaughter with hair cut into a bob. It didn't take long for the young woman to stand and shake out the two pieces of red silky material. It was far too difficult for any of them to think of a description for it.

Souichi's eyes on the other hand widened, before growling, "No fucking way am I going to wear that! I might as well not be wearing anything at all. And for your information, I am not some woman to dress up in some harem get-up either!" He slammed his fist against the headboard of the bed, causing Morinaga to jump and spin around to stare down at him with nervous green eyes.

While the elder woman did not seem phased in the least, the three young woman were nervous. Toyoko sitting back down on her knees next to one of her sisters.

The blond man wondered what the hell was in these islanders minds, were they all just sick!?

Again the old woman ordered one of her granddaughters to show Ou-sama and Kisaki another article of clothing, "Ryoko, please show them the day clothes."

The girl in the middle, with shoulder length wavy black hair with a rose in her hair over her ear stood shakily as she closed her eyes tight holding out the selection she'd been told to show. Her wrists gave a flick and it unraveled. It was a very informal type of kimono. It's sleeves were long and billowy, but it was only if Senpai were to wear it, mid-thigh length.

It had a pretty sky blue colored background, with small patches of white that might have been clouds, with little branches holding pink petals while others fell as though the wind were carrying them away.

This time Tetsuhiro tried to hold his senpai down as he looked like he was about to get up and toss the elder woman and her three charges out. He however did not wish to offend them, besides it was just so hot just imagining his senpai wearing either of those. Still he didn't think the graduate student he so adored would ever be willing under any circumstances what-so-ever to wear either garment.

Ryoko returned to her earlier position, gazing at Yoyoko with a frown. However at that point neither of them talked, but they were both thinking, 'Kisaki is scary! Ou-sama loves him?'

Finally the elder woman asked her smallest and most fragile looking grandchild, whose skin was ivory and whose hair was pulled back into a hip length braid, though some of the hair in the front was loose and framing a tiny face and deep blue slanted eyes with overly long natural lashes.

Kyoko held up the garment, it was longer than himself, being short as he was. It was a dark blue with lighter blue butterflies of various sizes and directions.

His voice was sweet and melodic, "Please Kisaki, wont you wear this? I-I made it especially for Ou-sama's Kisaki... I d-don't know if it'll fit... b-because I didn't know... your size or what y-you'd look like." Those large blue eyes looked up at the startled agricultural graduate student whom everyone kept referring to as Kisaki.

Souichi had no idea what to do or say to the girl, having no idea that the young lady was actually a young gentleman, since all three of them were wearing identical kimonos.

Those blue eyes watered, "Please take good care of Ou-sama." He placed the garment on the bed. "He's been so lonely, and with you here surely everyone else will let him have peace. He's been like the big brother I never had, so treat him right, okay?"

The elder woman smiled as she saw the dumbfounded expression on both Ou-sama and Kisaki's faces, she bowed her head and left with her three charges, leaving each garment behind.

Souichi shook his head, "What... was that?"

Tetsuhiro was unable to comment, as he watched his senpai reach for the yukata that the young Kyoko had left behind. Apparently that one wasn't too revealing nor overly girly despite the butterflies for his senpai to outright refuse, especially when there was nothing else for him to wear than his naked skin.