Yamcha felt blood rushing to his cheeks as he nodded and mumbled, "Sure,"
then stepped back to let Tien in. He slowly closed the door while he
listened to Tien knock stuff off the couch and flop down onto the clean
spot with a loud sigh. Yamcha took a deep breath and carefully walked into
the room.
Tien looked up and saw Yamcha watching him with eyes like a scared puppy. That was so not like him! He looked back down. This wasn't going to be easy, but it had to be done. Tien folded his hands and rested his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward slightly, his knees bending to almost a squatting position. "Yamcha, I'm going to have to be blunt with this," Tien said with an unusual softness in his voice. Looking up and straight into Yamcha's eyes, he said, "Whatever feelings you have towards me, I cannot return! As your friend I am telling you that this can't be." Yes, it has to hurt less this way. Tien put his face in his hands, which he ran back over his head until they rested on the back of his neck, keeping his head down and his face hidden from Yamcha. Well, more so that he couldn't see Yamcha than the vice versa.
This was a good idea, because Yamcha had gotten over his initial shock was almost in tears. But then he clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut, a burning rage coursing through him. He didn't know why he was so angry. Was this what it was like to truly have your heart broken? He remembered all those girls who were so mad when he had broken up with them, there faces flashing across the back of his eyelids. Had they really been this hurt? But none of these realizations quelled his anger. "What, would it hurt your precious Chatzuo?" he spat.
Tien didn't even flinch. He replied calmly, "Yes," his face still hidden from view.
Yamcha felt all the anger leave him, realizing that he had overstepped his boundaries. He sat down next to Tien, wrapping his arms around the still man's waist and leaning his head against Tien's bare shoulder. "I'm sorry," Yamcha whispered. "I shouldn't have dragged him into this. It was not my place." By then, uncontrollable tears were streaming down his face.
Tien felt the warm tears hit his arm and tilted his head so he could see Yamcha's face, but all he saw was a mass of black hair. He reached over, lifting Yamcha's head up until they were eye to eye. Tien didn't know what possessed him, be it pity or guilt or something else, but he suddenly found himself kissing Yamcha. Not a little peck, but a full fledged, in the face smooch. Yamcha slowly leaned forward until he was lying on top of Tien. He felt Tien's hand slowly run down his side and . . . push him off onto the floor.
By the time Yamcha had regained his senses, Tien had already left. Yamcha felt tears sting at his eyes and put his hands over his face. What had he done? Was that his last chance, gone in the blink of an eye? He felt what had once been the warm encompass of love turn into the icy grip of death. He knew that if he could never have Tien, then he could never have happiness. So why go on living? Good question. Yamcha sat up and grabbed a beer can, then ripped it in half. He blocked out all the noises of the city, lest something make him change his mind, and pushed his finger against the ragged edge of the can, smiling when he saw blood.
*
Tien stopped in mid-flight. What was this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach? It had to be nothing. But he couldn't shake his feeling that something was wrong. Maybe Yamcha . . . no, he couldn't have! Tien turned around and went back the way he had come.
*
Yamcha quickly brought the metal down across his wrist. To his surprise, it didn't hurt at all. Much to the contrary, it felt nice. There was a soft sound, a familiar sound. Was that the ocean? It sounded beautiful. Everything around him stated to blur.
He looked up and saw someone running towards him. Was that Tien? He had to smile at his own idiocy.
Why would Tien come back for me?
He was unconscious before he fell.
*
Author's Note: I know, I haven't updated in ages! But I have had so much homework. Finally, I caught the same cold for the third time in a row, and I have time now to type up what I've written! Which is actually not that much . . . *sigh* Well, at least it's something. I should have the next chapter up by tomorrow! Maybe even today if I can get my sinuses to stop throbbing long enough for me to concentrate on writing more to my story. Ok, I'll have it up by tomorrow.
Tien looked up and saw Yamcha watching him with eyes like a scared puppy. That was so not like him! He looked back down. This wasn't going to be easy, but it had to be done. Tien folded his hands and rested his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward slightly, his knees bending to almost a squatting position. "Yamcha, I'm going to have to be blunt with this," Tien said with an unusual softness in his voice. Looking up and straight into Yamcha's eyes, he said, "Whatever feelings you have towards me, I cannot return! As your friend I am telling you that this can't be." Yes, it has to hurt less this way. Tien put his face in his hands, which he ran back over his head until they rested on the back of his neck, keeping his head down and his face hidden from Yamcha. Well, more so that he couldn't see Yamcha than the vice versa.
This was a good idea, because Yamcha had gotten over his initial shock was almost in tears. But then he clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut, a burning rage coursing through him. He didn't know why he was so angry. Was this what it was like to truly have your heart broken? He remembered all those girls who were so mad when he had broken up with them, there faces flashing across the back of his eyelids. Had they really been this hurt? But none of these realizations quelled his anger. "What, would it hurt your precious Chatzuo?" he spat.
Tien didn't even flinch. He replied calmly, "Yes," his face still hidden from view.
Yamcha felt all the anger leave him, realizing that he had overstepped his boundaries. He sat down next to Tien, wrapping his arms around the still man's waist and leaning his head against Tien's bare shoulder. "I'm sorry," Yamcha whispered. "I shouldn't have dragged him into this. It was not my place." By then, uncontrollable tears were streaming down his face.
Tien felt the warm tears hit his arm and tilted his head so he could see Yamcha's face, but all he saw was a mass of black hair. He reached over, lifting Yamcha's head up until they were eye to eye. Tien didn't know what possessed him, be it pity or guilt or something else, but he suddenly found himself kissing Yamcha. Not a little peck, but a full fledged, in the face smooch. Yamcha slowly leaned forward until he was lying on top of Tien. He felt Tien's hand slowly run down his side and . . . push him off onto the floor.
By the time Yamcha had regained his senses, Tien had already left. Yamcha felt tears sting at his eyes and put his hands over his face. What had he done? Was that his last chance, gone in the blink of an eye? He felt what had once been the warm encompass of love turn into the icy grip of death. He knew that if he could never have Tien, then he could never have happiness. So why go on living? Good question. Yamcha sat up and grabbed a beer can, then ripped it in half. He blocked out all the noises of the city, lest something make him change his mind, and pushed his finger against the ragged edge of the can, smiling when he saw blood.
*
Tien stopped in mid-flight. What was this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach? It had to be nothing. But he couldn't shake his feeling that something was wrong. Maybe Yamcha . . . no, he couldn't have! Tien turned around and went back the way he had come.
*
Yamcha quickly brought the metal down across his wrist. To his surprise, it didn't hurt at all. Much to the contrary, it felt nice. There was a soft sound, a familiar sound. Was that the ocean? It sounded beautiful. Everything around him stated to blur.
He looked up and saw someone running towards him. Was that Tien? He had to smile at his own idiocy.
Why would Tien come back for me?
He was unconscious before he fell.
*
Author's Note: I know, I haven't updated in ages! But I have had so much homework. Finally, I caught the same cold for the third time in a row, and I have time now to type up what I've written! Which is actually not that much . . . *sigh* Well, at least it's something. I should have the next chapter up by tomorrow! Maybe even today if I can get my sinuses to stop throbbing long enough for me to concentrate on writing more to my story. Ok, I'll have it up by tomorrow.