A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! ^^
I feel as bad as hell for not updating for a long time when it was a cliff hanger. --I just wanted you reviewers to know.
Oh, and I think I did a good job on this chapter.
1. Warning; removing of clothes up to the shorts. ^^ You have been warned! (It's not what you think)
So, read chapter four!!!
"Elk, what happened?" Kite demanded, and appeared slightly angry, opposing the force that had caused Elk to be in such a bad condition with hatred, though there was no one to blame, since no one resided in the room other than the two.
"Kite, y-you w-weren't s-supposed to s-see m-me like t-this," Elk replied, ignoring the demands that the twin blade made. "I-I didn't w-want y-you to know," he continued, and looked down to the floor, being incapable of staring in Kite's eyes.
"Elk, look at me," Kite commanded, and Elk's eyes slowly raised their original location, examining the floor. "I would like to know what happened, and it couldn't of been something as silly as falling down the stairs," he informed before Elk could try and make that excuse.
"I-I'm s-sorry, K-kite. I-I didn't m-mean a-any harm," the injured wave master continued, almost completely ignoring the speech that Kite was giving to him.
"No! No, you aren't being a burden for me," Kite tried to reassure, but found himself sighing slightly as Elk's body went limp, and fell into his lap. And when Elk did, he found himself enjoying the warmth of the wave master's body in his lap.
Smacking himself for forgetting that Elk had injuries, he slowly got up, carrying Elk up with him, towards the kitchen, and laying him down on the table. To his surprise, Elk made a small whimper noise as he began leaving him.
Deciding that finding some bandages and first aid supplies would definitely be more beneficial than trying to calm down an unconscious body, he climbed up these squeaky stairs, some having traces of a dried up red substance.
Eventually, Kite got to the last step and immediately located the bathroom, on the left side of the upper hall. Went he got inside, he found various first aid supplies. Smiling in approval of having a decent amount of bandages, disinfectant, and face clothes, he went back downstairs, carrying the newly obtained supplies.
When he returned to the injured wave master, he immediately began to organize the contents of the first aid kit. Bandages, disinfectant, clothes, a hot water pad, it was good to have all these supplies lying around the house, especially if Elk got hurt.
Kite frowned as he realized that he would have to remove most of Elk's garments to successfully tend the younger one's injuries. In a way, it would be a very embarrassing process; tending a friend's wounds who was only in their boxers when you barely knew them.
As much as he would rather not do it, he had to. How could he even call himself Elk's friend if he couldn't help him in the time he needed him. So, forcing all opinions out of his head, he began to slowly remove Elk's garments.
First was Elk's black cover-up. It wouldn't hurt at all to remove that, because after he removed it the shirt underneath it wouldn't reveal any skin that mattered. Even with that thought, he felt something strange while taking off the shirt.
Then, the shirt that was the only thing that covered Elk's chest was next. Carefully removing it in a way not to disturb the unconscious boy (if he could disturb him in his condition at all), he removed the shirt, and gasped at two wonderful things.
One reason that caused him to gasp was because Elk's chest was more well- built than he could have imagined. Sure, Elk got injured, and that may be a sign like he was training or something, as much as he doubted it, but that never really explained that fact as to why he was so well-built. He had to admit, he never thought Elk would be well-built, as a pose to how Elk reacted in the world, and how he chose to be a wave master.
The second reason why he gasped was because of all the injuries and bruises that were newly made, and the scars that looked to be a couple of years old. How could the innocent Elk be injured. And in the past? The reason why he was injured now couldn't be a coincidence.
Kite shook out of his awes and decided that it would be more convenient to start cleaning as soon as possible, rather than delaying Elk's recovery, not to mention the length he would remain unconscious might not be as long if he completed his job quickly.
Grabbing a face cloth, he positioned it under the sink and ran some warm water on it. The face cloth preserved a considerable amount of water before being relocated on Elk's forehead, and wasted some water that ran off the sides of Elk's head.
After that was done, Kite grabbed another face cloth and wet it with the same temperature as the last face cloth. The only difference was that Kite applied soup to the cloth and then began to run it down Elk's body.
Cleaning off all the dried up blood, and disinfecting all of the semi-fatal wounds, he bandaged the small cuts with some cheap bandages and covered the worst injuries with some white cloth. He smiled at his work, admiring the time spent to "fix" Elk up, he finally just stared at Elk, admiring his body.
~*~
He woke up in a soft bed, which usually was a bizarre feeling, considering that he usually slept in a rock hard bed that his mother had gotten him at a garage sale. Elk felt that he could actually stay in this bed and relax, as it was much more comfortable than the floor.
The room was an unusual temperature; a warm temperature. And the curtains by the window were opened, letting all the light shine through.
And beside him, resided Kite, in a chair, fast asleep. He didn't know what he was feeling when he saw Kite inhale and exhale, the way it was almost manipulating him, making him want to rush over there and touch him. It scared him, the way he wanted to thank Kite in a way.
He soon discovered that his body was wrapped in bandages, and his head ached. And eventually, he discovered that this was Kite's doing. Kite had taken care of him, despite the fact that he didn't know what happened to him. And he was sleeping in the chair. It was obvious that he was waiting for him to wake up, and fell asleep on his own. He hadn't abandoned him.
So, Elk decided that it'd be best to take advantage of this predicament, and stare at Kite, watching every breath occur, every small shift in the chair, every movement. However, doing so had caused him to get out of the bed and actually touch the skin.
It was so soft; like a warm bed, and it was so pale, too. The skin appeared flawless, without a single scratch on it; unlike his, which was covered in bandages.
The sudden contact with Kite backfired; as he woke up from the sudden feeling, and stared at the now fully conscious Elk. The memories came all back to him as he blinked and stared at the wavemaster.
"Elk! You are alright!" He shouted out, and accidentally gave him a hug, which caused the two of them to fall down on the bed, the twinblade on top. They both blushed and reluctantly got off of one another.
"Not any m-more," he complained, indicating that his fall on the bed wasn't merciful to his condition. The wavemaster rubbed his wounds to prove his statement.
"I'm sorry," the other replied. "But, I'm the one that fixed you up in the first place," he argued, and flicked a bang out of his eye.
"I f-figured that o-out m-myself," Elk replied. "B-besides.. I l- learned a lesson f-from m-mothe-" he stopped, realizing that he was giving away the culprit that had hurt him, to the extent that he eventually lost consciousness.
"Who did it to you?" Kite had obviously picked up most of the sentence.
"It's m-my mother. She d-did this to me," he gazed at his own cuts, some residing on his hands, and other on his legs.
"Elk, does she do this on a regular basis?" Kite inquired, looking at Elk suspiciously, forcing Elk to answer the question.
"Y-yes," he replied, and Kite only stared at him in shock.
"Who helps you recover?" He asked.
"M-me, b-but she u-usually d-doesn't do it t-this b-bad," he stared once again at his injuries, and actually managed to locate some dried up blood.
"Oh, Elk, why do you always have to leave so much pain in yourself, without telling anyone. No wonder you have no self-confidence, you let yourself get beaten." Kite patted Elk's head with his hand. "You never change. Are you going to stop stuttering?"
"Umm.. O-okay, no, okay. I-I'll.. I'll try."
"Well, I'm going home, since I've been here for a while. I'll come back tomorrow to check on you, and I'll be on "The World" tomorrow, too. Okay?"
"umm... Okay."
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A/N: This wasn't necessarily the longest chapter in the world, but at least I updated. Right? Next chapter.. I think they'll kiss for the first time, so review!!
P.s: Sorry if there are any mistakes. ^^'
I feel as bad as hell for not updating for a long time when it was a cliff hanger. --I just wanted you reviewers to know.
Oh, and I think I did a good job on this chapter.
1. Warning; removing of clothes up to the shorts. ^^ You have been warned! (It's not what you think)
So, read chapter four!!!
"Elk, what happened?" Kite demanded, and appeared slightly angry, opposing the force that had caused Elk to be in such a bad condition with hatred, though there was no one to blame, since no one resided in the room other than the two.
"Kite, y-you w-weren't s-supposed to s-see m-me like t-this," Elk replied, ignoring the demands that the twin blade made. "I-I didn't w-want y-you to know," he continued, and looked down to the floor, being incapable of staring in Kite's eyes.
"Elk, look at me," Kite commanded, and Elk's eyes slowly raised their original location, examining the floor. "I would like to know what happened, and it couldn't of been something as silly as falling down the stairs," he informed before Elk could try and make that excuse.
"I-I'm s-sorry, K-kite. I-I didn't m-mean a-any harm," the injured wave master continued, almost completely ignoring the speech that Kite was giving to him.
"No! No, you aren't being a burden for me," Kite tried to reassure, but found himself sighing slightly as Elk's body went limp, and fell into his lap. And when Elk did, he found himself enjoying the warmth of the wave master's body in his lap.
Smacking himself for forgetting that Elk had injuries, he slowly got up, carrying Elk up with him, towards the kitchen, and laying him down on the table. To his surprise, Elk made a small whimper noise as he began leaving him.
Deciding that finding some bandages and first aid supplies would definitely be more beneficial than trying to calm down an unconscious body, he climbed up these squeaky stairs, some having traces of a dried up red substance.
Eventually, Kite got to the last step and immediately located the bathroom, on the left side of the upper hall. Went he got inside, he found various first aid supplies. Smiling in approval of having a decent amount of bandages, disinfectant, and face clothes, he went back downstairs, carrying the newly obtained supplies.
When he returned to the injured wave master, he immediately began to organize the contents of the first aid kit. Bandages, disinfectant, clothes, a hot water pad, it was good to have all these supplies lying around the house, especially if Elk got hurt.
Kite frowned as he realized that he would have to remove most of Elk's garments to successfully tend the younger one's injuries. In a way, it would be a very embarrassing process; tending a friend's wounds who was only in their boxers when you barely knew them.
As much as he would rather not do it, he had to. How could he even call himself Elk's friend if he couldn't help him in the time he needed him. So, forcing all opinions out of his head, he began to slowly remove Elk's garments.
First was Elk's black cover-up. It wouldn't hurt at all to remove that, because after he removed it the shirt underneath it wouldn't reveal any skin that mattered. Even with that thought, he felt something strange while taking off the shirt.
Then, the shirt that was the only thing that covered Elk's chest was next. Carefully removing it in a way not to disturb the unconscious boy (if he could disturb him in his condition at all), he removed the shirt, and gasped at two wonderful things.
One reason that caused him to gasp was because Elk's chest was more well- built than he could have imagined. Sure, Elk got injured, and that may be a sign like he was training or something, as much as he doubted it, but that never really explained that fact as to why he was so well-built. He had to admit, he never thought Elk would be well-built, as a pose to how Elk reacted in the world, and how he chose to be a wave master.
The second reason why he gasped was because of all the injuries and bruises that were newly made, and the scars that looked to be a couple of years old. How could the innocent Elk be injured. And in the past? The reason why he was injured now couldn't be a coincidence.
Kite shook out of his awes and decided that it would be more convenient to start cleaning as soon as possible, rather than delaying Elk's recovery, not to mention the length he would remain unconscious might not be as long if he completed his job quickly.
Grabbing a face cloth, he positioned it under the sink and ran some warm water on it. The face cloth preserved a considerable amount of water before being relocated on Elk's forehead, and wasted some water that ran off the sides of Elk's head.
After that was done, Kite grabbed another face cloth and wet it with the same temperature as the last face cloth. The only difference was that Kite applied soup to the cloth and then began to run it down Elk's body.
Cleaning off all the dried up blood, and disinfecting all of the semi-fatal wounds, he bandaged the small cuts with some cheap bandages and covered the worst injuries with some white cloth. He smiled at his work, admiring the time spent to "fix" Elk up, he finally just stared at Elk, admiring his body.
~*~
He woke up in a soft bed, which usually was a bizarre feeling, considering that he usually slept in a rock hard bed that his mother had gotten him at a garage sale. Elk felt that he could actually stay in this bed and relax, as it was much more comfortable than the floor.
The room was an unusual temperature; a warm temperature. And the curtains by the window were opened, letting all the light shine through.
And beside him, resided Kite, in a chair, fast asleep. He didn't know what he was feeling when he saw Kite inhale and exhale, the way it was almost manipulating him, making him want to rush over there and touch him. It scared him, the way he wanted to thank Kite in a way.
He soon discovered that his body was wrapped in bandages, and his head ached. And eventually, he discovered that this was Kite's doing. Kite had taken care of him, despite the fact that he didn't know what happened to him. And he was sleeping in the chair. It was obvious that he was waiting for him to wake up, and fell asleep on his own. He hadn't abandoned him.
So, Elk decided that it'd be best to take advantage of this predicament, and stare at Kite, watching every breath occur, every small shift in the chair, every movement. However, doing so had caused him to get out of the bed and actually touch the skin.
It was so soft; like a warm bed, and it was so pale, too. The skin appeared flawless, without a single scratch on it; unlike his, which was covered in bandages.
The sudden contact with Kite backfired; as he woke up from the sudden feeling, and stared at the now fully conscious Elk. The memories came all back to him as he blinked and stared at the wavemaster.
"Elk! You are alright!" He shouted out, and accidentally gave him a hug, which caused the two of them to fall down on the bed, the twinblade on top. They both blushed and reluctantly got off of one another.
"Not any m-more," he complained, indicating that his fall on the bed wasn't merciful to his condition. The wavemaster rubbed his wounds to prove his statement.
"I'm sorry," the other replied. "But, I'm the one that fixed you up in the first place," he argued, and flicked a bang out of his eye.
"I f-figured that o-out m-myself," Elk replied. "B-besides.. I l- learned a lesson f-from m-mothe-" he stopped, realizing that he was giving away the culprit that had hurt him, to the extent that he eventually lost consciousness.
"Who did it to you?" Kite had obviously picked up most of the sentence.
"It's m-my mother. She d-did this to me," he gazed at his own cuts, some residing on his hands, and other on his legs.
"Elk, does she do this on a regular basis?" Kite inquired, looking at Elk suspiciously, forcing Elk to answer the question.
"Y-yes," he replied, and Kite only stared at him in shock.
"Who helps you recover?" He asked.
"M-me, b-but she u-usually d-doesn't do it t-this b-bad," he stared once again at his injuries, and actually managed to locate some dried up blood.
"Oh, Elk, why do you always have to leave so much pain in yourself, without telling anyone. No wonder you have no self-confidence, you let yourself get beaten." Kite patted Elk's head with his hand. "You never change. Are you going to stop stuttering?"
"Umm.. O-okay, no, okay. I-I'll.. I'll try."
"Well, I'm going home, since I've been here for a while. I'll come back tomorrow to check on you, and I'll be on "The World" tomorrow, too. Okay?"
"umm... Okay."
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A/N: This wasn't necessarily the longest chapter in the world, but at least I updated. Right? Next chapter.. I think they'll kiss for the first time, so review!!
P.s: Sorry if there are any mistakes. ^^'