10.
I heard him before he spoke, heard the door forced open as he finally gathered himself together well enough to follow after me. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my leather pants and continued walking not bothering to look at him.
"Your just going to leave your guitar in there?" Takeru asked. I snorted still with my back to him and continued towards the VIP exit of the club.
"What about this? Were you gonna' leave this behind too?" I closed my eyes putting a single hand on the bar of the exit. But I had to look. What had he found? I glanced over my shoulder at the object in Takeru's hand. A wince overtook my body then a sigh.
"I didn't know it was there-" I explained. T.K. raised an eyebrow, closing the distance between us and placed the harmonica in my hand.
"Well it was." Holding the cold metal instrument brought back so many memories. Back in the Digital World when I'd played Takeru to sleep as he leaned heavily against me. So full of innocence and untouched by the ways Earth had of breaking you. Yet Takeru had always had his own innate strength. His own pure way of loving, and understanding that I would never possess for my own. As I stood there holding that old harmonica in my hand visions flew in and out of my head. How I'd tried to teach him how to play when he was twelve to no success. He'd turned his back to me and yelled about how he was untalented and useless. How very wrong he'd been.
"Your perfect, Takeru." I informed him stuffing the instrument into my pocket. I didn't realize how random this would sound to him. He could after all have no idea what had just been going through my mind in that long moment of silence. He opened his mouth to disagree but before he could I swept him up into my arms, holding him tightly with a hand in the soft fragrant blonde hair on top of his head. His arms went around me and we stood there in the hallways cradling eachother lovingly. I didn't even care when the band manager came into the hallway. Didn't even take but a moment to notice him before turning my attention back on Takeru. Resting my head in his hair, I closed my eyes and savored my little brother. My perfect Takeru, an object of beauty that nobody else would ever see the way I did.
I kissed the top of his head lightly.
"Let's go home." I suggested, removing him from my grip and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He nodded in agreement as I pushed the exit open and together as one we walked out to my car. It was one of the only three cars left in the parking lot. I wondered who the third one belonged to, but I didn't really take too much time to think about it climbing behind the wheel. That night T.K. fell asleep in the car leaning across the shift to rest his head in my lap as I drove. And it was best time I ever had driving. That included every single time I'd had sex with some random groupie in the backseat, and everytime I'd passed out behind the wheel and the passenger had, had to drive me home. Lucky for me most of the groupies were such fanatics that they knew my address. Or else I could only imagine the spot I'd be in.
At a stoplight I looked down at the boy sleeping in my lap, brushing the hair away from his eyes I sighed contently. This was what people meant when they talked about love. When people said they had butterflies in their stomach this was the feeling they were describing. Now I understood why people tried so hard to find it. There was nothing in the world that could beat it, there was nothing stronger than the power that bonded two people together in such a pure way. A loud blast sent me out of the stupor I'd been in, the light had been green for over a minute.
I heard him before he spoke, heard the door forced open as he finally gathered himself together well enough to follow after me. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my leather pants and continued walking not bothering to look at him.
"Your just going to leave your guitar in there?" Takeru asked. I snorted still with my back to him and continued towards the VIP exit of the club.
"What about this? Were you gonna' leave this behind too?" I closed my eyes putting a single hand on the bar of the exit. But I had to look. What had he found? I glanced over my shoulder at the object in Takeru's hand. A wince overtook my body then a sigh.
"I didn't know it was there-" I explained. T.K. raised an eyebrow, closing the distance between us and placed the harmonica in my hand.
"Well it was." Holding the cold metal instrument brought back so many memories. Back in the Digital World when I'd played Takeru to sleep as he leaned heavily against me. So full of innocence and untouched by the ways Earth had of breaking you. Yet Takeru had always had his own innate strength. His own pure way of loving, and understanding that I would never possess for my own. As I stood there holding that old harmonica in my hand visions flew in and out of my head. How I'd tried to teach him how to play when he was twelve to no success. He'd turned his back to me and yelled about how he was untalented and useless. How very wrong he'd been.
"Your perfect, Takeru." I informed him stuffing the instrument into my pocket. I didn't realize how random this would sound to him. He could after all have no idea what had just been going through my mind in that long moment of silence. He opened his mouth to disagree but before he could I swept him up into my arms, holding him tightly with a hand in the soft fragrant blonde hair on top of his head. His arms went around me and we stood there in the hallways cradling eachother lovingly. I didn't even care when the band manager came into the hallway. Didn't even take but a moment to notice him before turning my attention back on Takeru. Resting my head in his hair, I closed my eyes and savored my little brother. My perfect Takeru, an object of beauty that nobody else would ever see the way I did.
I kissed the top of his head lightly.
"Let's go home." I suggested, removing him from my grip and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He nodded in agreement as I pushed the exit open and together as one we walked out to my car. It was one of the only three cars left in the parking lot. I wondered who the third one belonged to, but I didn't really take too much time to think about it climbing behind the wheel. That night T.K. fell asleep in the car leaning across the shift to rest his head in my lap as I drove. And it was best time I ever had driving. That included every single time I'd had sex with some random groupie in the backseat, and everytime I'd passed out behind the wheel and the passenger had, had to drive me home. Lucky for me most of the groupies were such fanatics that they knew my address. Or else I could only imagine the spot I'd be in.
At a stoplight I looked down at the boy sleeping in my lap, brushing the hair away from his eyes I sighed contently. This was what people meant when they talked about love. When people said they had butterflies in their stomach this was the feeling they were describing. Now I understood why people tried so hard to find it. There was nothing in the world that could beat it, there was nothing stronger than the power that bonded two people together in such a pure way. A loud blast sent me out of the stupor I'd been in, the light had been green for over a minute.