Chapter 20
dead yet a love sick puppy: Hopefully its as interesting as you are hoping.
Koneko no Rei: At least we hope Enrique and Oliver can help. And the whole kids thing? Not for a few years yet... I hope...
Ashla: Oliver certainly looks more like a guy and less like a girl in G-Rev, and that's always got to be a good thing.
KuronekoHikage: I wish they were real too, but not so I can glomp them. whistles innocently
Castles in the Sky: They're as stubborn as each other. And by the way, I'm having a bad week too. I just got fired from being a moderator at one of the main Star Wars sites and they won't tell me why, but I have a feeling its because I'm Australian. They fired the other Australian too you see. I'm also getting a cold, my internet is playing up, I have a lot of work due, and I'm losing my edge with fan fiction again. I hate it!!! screams in anguish
LingXiaoyu: Even the bladers have everyday conversations. But you're right, not enough in fics.
russle: Kev's vision is indeed cute. I wish I could draw. Kev and Lee with the baby...
Chibi Wingzero: You'll just have to read on and find out. I know how. ;) :p
the tigris: You'll be having way too much fun to think about me. Just note this: I'm as jealous as hell right now. :p :D
And back to the Lion…
Lee flicked the page of his book, reading keenly. It was strange. When he had first received the book he had been angered that his grandfather had placed him in such a position after Lee had told him that he did not want it. But now, with his relationship with Kevin falling apart, the book had become the one thing that kept Lee going.
Biting his lip, his eyes took in the characters, carefully etched onto the paper by the elders. He could still smell the faint tinge of incense on the pages, the scent soothing, reminding him strongly of the main hall in the village.
Gary had rang. Though he had said nothing, Lee knew that Ray had asked him to ring. Gary was concerned, that much was clear, meaning that Ray had told him about Lee's mental state. Lee snorted. Yes, his mental state. Just wait until his mother heard about this one.
Rubbing his temples, Lee leant back, sighing as he finished yet another chapter. Flipping the ribbon into place, he stood, moving toward the bedroom. Kevin would probably be home soon, and Lee didn't really want to see him.
He was no longer cold when he slept alone in the large bed, but he remained lonely. He had stopped crying in the darkest hours, he had stopped feeling. He took no joy in anything anymore. Even beyblading had begun to feel like just another pointless exercise in the twisting road of life.
Setting the book down, Lee dropped onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. If there had been any surprises, the day after he had first seen Enrique and Oliver they had dropped in to visit him during his time off. They had heard about what had happened and gotten Kevin's side to the story and had come to ask personally what Lee's side was, so he had told them. They had left content.
Oliver had shown some concern over Lee's health and the following day the boxes had started to arrive. Kevin had been curious, Lee had seen it in his eye, but he had been too proud to say anything. The first day Lee had taken the box to his room and opened it, eyebrows rising as he found the food and a note.
'You look like you're starving, so I baked this for you. It'll go down easy if you're finding it hard to eat, and I've put plenty of chocolate in. It's non-fattening in case you're worried about your gorgeous figure. Bon appétit. Oliver'
He had eaten it, and quickly understood why Oliver had so many cooking awards under his belt. For three days the box would arrive and Lee would take it to the bedroom, ignoring Kevin's suspicious look and locking the door so he could savour it in peace.
It was the only thing he ate.
Blinking, it dawned on Lee it had been almost a week since he and Kevin had last spoken civilly. The urges to drop to his knees and wrap himself around Kevin's leg begging for forgiveness continued to grow in strength, but he ignored it, knowing that to do so would destroy all for which he had worked.
Staring up at the roof, Lee ran a hand over his jaw, feeling the prickle of the dark hair that grew there. He knew he should probably shave, but he couldn't be bothered. It took a lot just to make himself shower and wash his clothes, so shaving and ironing were just too draining. All he wanted to do was lay there and let the world go by.
It surprised him that Kevin was still around. He had expected Kevin to have packed his things and gone long ago, but so far the younger had made no effort to leave. He seemed content with tormenting Lee with his intoxicating presence, growing more breathtaking with each passing day.
Lee wanted to take him in his arms and simply hold him, study him, marvelling at the beauty and radiance of the youngest member of his team. Hell, Lee would gladly follow the western tradition of going down on one knee with an engagement ring asking for Kevin's hand in marriage if he thought it would help. He knew it wouldn't.
One of his students had approached him during the afternoon, a student he had always thought to be self-centred and absorbed, and offered him a flower she had found during the day, before asking him if there were anything she could do to make him better as he looked unwell. He had smiled and told the eight-year-old that there were few things one could do to mend a breaking heart, and she had gone up on tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
"You're clever," she had said. "You'll find a way, I know you will."
The flower sat in a small vase he had found in the cupboard. It had looked lonely, so small even in the tiny glass that held it, so he had gone searching, finding some rich green strands of an exotic grass that was tough to touch, and now they framed the little flower, showing it's true colours in all its brilliance.
Even a flower needed its companions.
Hearing the door to the apartment open, Lee sighed, shaking his head. Tomorrow was their day off, and he was not looking forward to it. But somehow, he knew that he would find a way to survive it.
He had to.
Grabs Lee and hugs him Oh you poor, poor thing!
Lee: OO;;