A/N: I feel like making everything happy. So this is kind of a happy little
fluff chapter...rather than being dark and scary.
Five hours. Five freaking hours, only for Manta to grow more anxious and jittery at every minute. The sun had risen...oh, about three hours ago, and was blinding in the early morning sky. The truck driver took a cigarette out of a box in his pocket, lighting it and sticking it between his teeth. Damnit, this kid was annoying. He glanced over, looking at the boy who had begun to mess with his hands again...it was almost as he was TRYING to break them.
"'Ey. Kid. Stop it, or you're gonna hurt yourself." The driver had said this many times already, but the kid just paused for ten minutes and then returned to wringing his hands. Well...they only had about twenty minutes till they got to the address that the kid had given him earlier. He could wait till then.
Manta paused for a while, his hands resting at his sides as he stared out the window.
What if Yoh had another person already? Who knows, he could've taken pity on Anna and got her back...and Tamao had never gone away, had she? Plus, he had tons of people throwing themselves at him, if not someone he knew. If he had been gone for months already, well...that's a long time, to be faithful.
Of course, when you have no one else around you, its pretty damn easy, he thought. If anything, he yearned for Yoh more than ever. What if Yoh moved? What if he was gone for a while to go get something from the store? What if he didn't answer? What if now, Yoh hated him because he thought he'd left on purpose? What if...
But what if Yoh was there, and had been faithful?
Manta smiled at that thought, daydreaming all the way home.
However, a few miles away, Yoh was sprawled out across a cream coloured mattress that lay in the sill of the window. The window was hardly long enough for him to stretch out, but if he bent his knees at just the right point, it was perfect. Morning light filtered in through the bars of the window, and he put his arm over his face to sheild his eyes. He'd gotten his vitals taken fairly early, and had a few minutes to relax before his next group therapy session.
The sunlight warmed his face and hair, making him feel peaceful. His bed was never used, noted his roommate, but never the less...this was the best place to wake up. Surrounded by all sides except for one. His mind wandered slightly. He felt an awful lot like a cat...the way he stretched out in the sunlight, the way he wanted to be surrounded and protected so he could only look one way for things....cats were cool. Yeah.
He laughed at his own hazy early morning thoughts, and then got up from his warm haven. He adjusted his hospital gown slightly and then walked out the door to his therapy, wondering what his goals for today would be.
"I'll try to act more like a cat, and less like a human. Cause cats are cool!" He could imagine only one person saying that aside, a slightly pretty woman who was in for...well, she had set animals free at her pet store. She was an artistic type, and often switched from being VERY silly and hyper to serious and emotional. Manic depression, he thought it was called...well, whatever it was, it often frightened him to watch her moods change.
Another guy in his class was slightly younger than him...maybe just a little prettier, with long reddish brown hair and bright green eyes. He was there because he had been sexually abused for many years by his own father. The boy was a little bit loopy, but...otherwise, Yoh found him interesting. Cool. Even if he was a nympho. But that was okay, he supposed. Everyone else was a little bit on the hormonal side...you weren't allowed to "do" anything in there anyway.
There were a few more people, but these were the two that probably talked the most. Everyone else was all shut up in their own little boxes, dodging the questions he gave. But hey? If you didn't ANSWER them, you wouldn't get any help! And you'd stay messed up and insane forever and ever and ever and...
Okay, he was going to shut up now. Not that he'd ever been talking. Unless he had been doing so and he wasn't aware of it? He took a quick look around the halls, but no one was looking at him. So, he PROBABLY wasn't talking out loud.
Thank god.
He was in a good mood this morning. And he had no clue why.
Five hours. Five freaking hours, only for Manta to grow more anxious and jittery at every minute. The sun had risen...oh, about three hours ago, and was blinding in the early morning sky. The truck driver took a cigarette out of a box in his pocket, lighting it and sticking it between his teeth. Damnit, this kid was annoying. He glanced over, looking at the boy who had begun to mess with his hands again...it was almost as he was TRYING to break them.
"'Ey. Kid. Stop it, or you're gonna hurt yourself." The driver had said this many times already, but the kid just paused for ten minutes and then returned to wringing his hands. Well...they only had about twenty minutes till they got to the address that the kid had given him earlier. He could wait till then.
Manta paused for a while, his hands resting at his sides as he stared out the window.
What if Yoh had another person already? Who knows, he could've taken pity on Anna and got her back...and Tamao had never gone away, had she? Plus, he had tons of people throwing themselves at him, if not someone he knew. If he had been gone for months already, well...that's a long time, to be faithful.
Of course, when you have no one else around you, its pretty damn easy, he thought. If anything, he yearned for Yoh more than ever. What if Yoh moved? What if he was gone for a while to go get something from the store? What if he didn't answer? What if now, Yoh hated him because he thought he'd left on purpose? What if...
But what if Yoh was there, and had been faithful?
Manta smiled at that thought, daydreaming all the way home.
However, a few miles away, Yoh was sprawled out across a cream coloured mattress that lay in the sill of the window. The window was hardly long enough for him to stretch out, but if he bent his knees at just the right point, it was perfect. Morning light filtered in through the bars of the window, and he put his arm over his face to sheild his eyes. He'd gotten his vitals taken fairly early, and had a few minutes to relax before his next group therapy session.
The sunlight warmed his face and hair, making him feel peaceful. His bed was never used, noted his roommate, but never the less...this was the best place to wake up. Surrounded by all sides except for one. His mind wandered slightly. He felt an awful lot like a cat...the way he stretched out in the sunlight, the way he wanted to be surrounded and protected so he could only look one way for things....cats were cool. Yeah.
He laughed at his own hazy early morning thoughts, and then got up from his warm haven. He adjusted his hospital gown slightly and then walked out the door to his therapy, wondering what his goals for today would be.
"I'll try to act more like a cat, and less like a human. Cause cats are cool!" He could imagine only one person saying that aside, a slightly pretty woman who was in for...well, she had set animals free at her pet store. She was an artistic type, and often switched from being VERY silly and hyper to serious and emotional. Manic depression, he thought it was called...well, whatever it was, it often frightened him to watch her moods change.
Another guy in his class was slightly younger than him...maybe just a little prettier, with long reddish brown hair and bright green eyes. He was there because he had been sexually abused for many years by his own father. The boy was a little bit loopy, but...otherwise, Yoh found him interesting. Cool. Even if he was a nympho. But that was okay, he supposed. Everyone else was a little bit on the hormonal side...you weren't allowed to "do" anything in there anyway.
There were a few more people, but these were the two that probably talked the most. Everyone else was all shut up in their own little boxes, dodging the questions he gave. But hey? If you didn't ANSWER them, you wouldn't get any help! And you'd stay messed up and insane forever and ever and ever and...
Okay, he was going to shut up now. Not that he'd ever been talking. Unless he had been doing so and he wasn't aware of it? He took a quick look around the halls, but no one was looking at him. So, he PROBABLY wasn't talking out loud.
Thank god.
He was in a good mood this morning. And he had no clue why.