5.
"Do you think he'll come back?" Takeru asked. I wrapped my arms around my knees bowing my head and shrugged.
"Probably." I finally replied staring at the bedrest, my back was to T.K. he crouched behind me his trembling hands wrapping bandages around my midsection. I probably looked like some sort of circus freak coated in gauze. Something wet hit my shoulder, I blinked in confusion for a second and then turned to look at Takeru. He was crying, not like he usually did with loud gasping sobs. No this was something else, and somehow the silent crying was so much more heartbreaking.
"Whats wrong?" I questioned worriedly rearranging myself on the bed so I could look at him directly. He squeezed his eyes shut as another crocodile tear slid down his cheek. I wiped it away with a steady thumb, letting my hand rest on his cheek.
"It's horrible, Matt." I gulped letting my hand drop away from him. His eyes shot open quickly, I nodded and lifted myself off the bed.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault Takeru. I never should have told you." I muttered standing inside the doorframe with my back to him as I spoke. "I should've just kept it to myself."
"No-" Takeru started but I quickly cut him off.
"It's okay...you don't have to make excuses for it. I understand. You wanted to make me feel better. Like I wasn't some sort of monster." I continued on running a hand stressfully through my untidy dirty blonde hair.
"No-" He tried once more.
"I'm so sorry." All at once Takeru had jumped off the bed his arms were wrapped around my bandaged middle.
"Thats not what I meant, Yamato. I meant your back." T.K. explained leaning his face into the crook between my shoulders. "I do love you Yama. I really do." I choked slightly on his words as he nuzzled against my gauzed back, kissing the bare patches of my shirtless skin. I leaned back against the smaller boy, his hands slid over my stomach gracefully. I turned in his arms and pried his hands away.
"You shouldn't." I mumbled skirting myself around him and sitting down on the edge of the bed looking over at him. Another tear slipped down his cheek. I resisted the urge to hurry over and kiss it away, this wasn't supposed to be. It simply wasn't. Takeru sighed sliding back across the room. He stood in front of me for a moment and then climbed on my lap straddling my legs between his. He kissed me quickly and then pulled back to gaze at me.
"Don't be stupid." Takeru breathed. I leaned forward resting my head against his chest.
"Tai was right, this is disgusting." I sighed into his shirt. He forced my face up with a hand.
"Does it feel disgusting to you?" He asked curiously. I shook my head.
"No..." I replied.
"Then it's not disgusting." T.K. said simply, and for some reason that was exactly what I'd needed to hear. That I wasn't some sort of monster. Love was just something that happened. You couldn't control who it was with, you couldn't explain it. It popped up in the strangest of places twisting normal things into something more. Something extraodinary.
"Thank you." I said huskily snaking my arms around him, pulling him close to me. He kissed me once more and shrugged.
"I didn't do anything." He thought. I smirked and held him tightly. He would never know and that was okay.
"Do you think he'll come back?" Takeru asked. I wrapped my arms around my knees bowing my head and shrugged.
"Probably." I finally replied staring at the bedrest, my back was to T.K. he crouched behind me his trembling hands wrapping bandages around my midsection. I probably looked like some sort of circus freak coated in gauze. Something wet hit my shoulder, I blinked in confusion for a second and then turned to look at Takeru. He was crying, not like he usually did with loud gasping sobs. No this was something else, and somehow the silent crying was so much more heartbreaking.
"Whats wrong?" I questioned worriedly rearranging myself on the bed so I could look at him directly. He squeezed his eyes shut as another crocodile tear slid down his cheek. I wiped it away with a steady thumb, letting my hand rest on his cheek.
"It's horrible, Matt." I gulped letting my hand drop away from him. His eyes shot open quickly, I nodded and lifted myself off the bed.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault Takeru. I never should have told you." I muttered standing inside the doorframe with my back to him as I spoke. "I should've just kept it to myself."
"No-" Takeru started but I quickly cut him off.
"It's okay...you don't have to make excuses for it. I understand. You wanted to make me feel better. Like I wasn't some sort of monster." I continued on running a hand stressfully through my untidy dirty blonde hair.
"No-" He tried once more.
"I'm so sorry." All at once Takeru had jumped off the bed his arms were wrapped around my bandaged middle.
"Thats not what I meant, Yamato. I meant your back." T.K. explained leaning his face into the crook between my shoulders. "I do love you Yama. I really do." I choked slightly on his words as he nuzzled against my gauzed back, kissing the bare patches of my shirtless skin. I leaned back against the smaller boy, his hands slid over my stomach gracefully. I turned in his arms and pried his hands away.
"You shouldn't." I mumbled skirting myself around him and sitting down on the edge of the bed looking over at him. Another tear slipped down his cheek. I resisted the urge to hurry over and kiss it away, this wasn't supposed to be. It simply wasn't. Takeru sighed sliding back across the room. He stood in front of me for a moment and then climbed on my lap straddling my legs between his. He kissed me quickly and then pulled back to gaze at me.
"Don't be stupid." Takeru breathed. I leaned forward resting my head against his chest.
"Tai was right, this is disgusting." I sighed into his shirt. He forced my face up with a hand.
"Does it feel disgusting to you?" He asked curiously. I shook my head.
"No..." I replied.
"Then it's not disgusting." T.K. said simply, and for some reason that was exactly what I'd needed to hear. That I wasn't some sort of monster. Love was just something that happened. You couldn't control who it was with, you couldn't explain it. It popped up in the strangest of places twisting normal things into something more. Something extraodinary.
"Thank you." I said huskily snaking my arms around him, pulling him close to me. He kissed me once more and shrugged.
"I didn't do anything." He thought. I smirked and held him tightly. He would never know and that was okay.