Death is Eternal: Chapter 2
The next day came by surprisingly fast for Faust. He had spent the greater part of last night thinking of ways he could make it up to Manta. It was actually a welcome change compared to what he regularly thought about.
He would be meeting the direction of his thoughts shortly if nothing's changed, and it never has. He was ready to leave, coat, hat, scarf and all. As he opened the door about to set out, it was his turn to be shocked.
"Manta-kun?" Said a startled Faust though it wasn't entirely visible.
"Ohayoo." Manta greeted.
* * *
Today Manta thought he would carry more, he felt bad for dragging Faust with him day after day. There had to be something he'd rather be doing than grocery shopping with him. He was glad that he came along though, it made things more tolerable. He began trying to think of some way to thank him when he spotted the ice cream stand from yesterday.
"Could you wait here?" He asked when they arrived at the same bench.
As Manta walked toward his destination, he found it quite difficult. It was hard with everything spinning around like it was. Soon it took too much effort to continue standing and that's when he gave up.
* * *
Faust was waiting patiently for Manta to return. He couldn't help but wonder what it was that he was doing. He certainly hoped he wasn't being ditched. While he was waiting he wanted to see if that ice cream stand was still being manned by that crafty Silva. What he didn't expect to see was Manta collapsed half way there. Faust immediately dashed over to him to see if he was all right. There were no external wounds, his pulse and respiration were steady, he was fine for now. Though it would be best if he took him back with him and gave him a proper examination. Now that he thought about it, he'd be very sad if anything happened to Manta. Without wasting any more time, he picked him up and carried him the rest of the way.
* * *
He was glad, now he could rest at ease. There was nothing wrong with Manta it was only exhaustion. No one realizes just how hard he's worked to get here and to support everyone. He should be out enjoying life, not wasting it away. If only he could just listen to his own advice, but it was too late for him. Besides, there's nothing left in his life to be enjoyed.
He glanced back down at his patient, sound asleep, as peaceful as the dead. Whenever he was with him, he had this strange feeling in his chest. His first thought was that he'd contracted a strange illness, but that theory was later proven wrong. What was this feeling that seemed so oddly familiar? It felt good.
"Could it be, happiness?" He thought out loud.
Yes, it had to be, and Manta was the cause of this happiness. He reached out and brushed the hair away from Manta's eyes, he really was cute when he slept. Then on an impulse, he leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.
"Rest well, Manta-kun."
* * *
Several hours later, Manta began to wake. It was only a matter of time until a repeat of the last incident occurred.
"Your awake, thank goodness." Faust said with relief.
"Faust, did you bring me here?"
"Yes, I was worried about you." He answered hesitantly.
Here it comes. Faust was prepared for the worst.
"Arigatou." Manta said with a smile.
This had to be the third time the boy had surprised him today.
"No need to thank me, it was the least I could do." Faust replied, regretfully remembering that day.
"Don't worry about 'That', it's in the past."
Just when Faust thought he couldn't take any more, Manta got up to leave.
"Anna-san is going to be furious, I really should be going, ja ne."
Faust could only sit there, trying to get past what he'd just heard.
- End of Chapter 2 -
The next day came by surprisingly fast for Faust. He had spent the greater part of last night thinking of ways he could make it up to Manta. It was actually a welcome change compared to what he regularly thought about.
He would be meeting the direction of his thoughts shortly if nothing's changed, and it never has. He was ready to leave, coat, hat, scarf and all. As he opened the door about to set out, it was his turn to be shocked.
"Manta-kun?" Said a startled Faust though it wasn't entirely visible.
"Ohayoo." Manta greeted.
* * *
Today Manta thought he would carry more, he felt bad for dragging Faust with him day after day. There had to be something he'd rather be doing than grocery shopping with him. He was glad that he came along though, it made things more tolerable. He began trying to think of some way to thank him when he spotted the ice cream stand from yesterday.
"Could you wait here?" He asked when they arrived at the same bench.
As Manta walked toward his destination, he found it quite difficult. It was hard with everything spinning around like it was. Soon it took too much effort to continue standing and that's when he gave up.
* * *
Faust was waiting patiently for Manta to return. He couldn't help but wonder what it was that he was doing. He certainly hoped he wasn't being ditched. While he was waiting he wanted to see if that ice cream stand was still being manned by that crafty Silva. What he didn't expect to see was Manta collapsed half way there. Faust immediately dashed over to him to see if he was all right. There were no external wounds, his pulse and respiration were steady, he was fine for now. Though it would be best if he took him back with him and gave him a proper examination. Now that he thought about it, he'd be very sad if anything happened to Manta. Without wasting any more time, he picked him up and carried him the rest of the way.
* * *
He was glad, now he could rest at ease. There was nothing wrong with Manta it was only exhaustion. No one realizes just how hard he's worked to get here and to support everyone. He should be out enjoying life, not wasting it away. If only he could just listen to his own advice, but it was too late for him. Besides, there's nothing left in his life to be enjoyed.
He glanced back down at his patient, sound asleep, as peaceful as the dead. Whenever he was with him, he had this strange feeling in his chest. His first thought was that he'd contracted a strange illness, but that theory was later proven wrong. What was this feeling that seemed so oddly familiar? It felt good.
"Could it be, happiness?" He thought out loud.
Yes, it had to be, and Manta was the cause of this happiness. He reached out and brushed the hair away from Manta's eyes, he really was cute when he slept. Then on an impulse, he leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.
"Rest well, Manta-kun."
* * *
Several hours later, Manta began to wake. It was only a matter of time until a repeat of the last incident occurred.
"Your awake, thank goodness." Faust said with relief.
"Faust, did you bring me here?"
"Yes, I was worried about you." He answered hesitantly.
Here it comes. Faust was prepared for the worst.
"Arigatou." Manta said with a smile.
This had to be the third time the boy had surprised him today.
"No need to thank me, it was the least I could do." Faust replied, regretfully remembering that day.
"Don't worry about 'That', it's in the past."
Just when Faust thought he couldn't take any more, Manta got up to leave.
"Anna-san is going to be furious, I really should be going, ja ne."
Faust could only sit there, trying to get past what he'd just heard.
- End of Chapter 2 -