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Chapter 2: Realization
The door flew open to Otaru's room with no preceeding knock, yet again. Already
used to it, as the girls had done the same every time they entered, Otaru simply
sighed. Privacy was a rare thing in his life right now.
"Otaru-kun!" Hanagata exclaimed with a bright smile, glomping on to him.
Immediately, so not to be outdone, Lime glomped onto him as well. "Otaru!" she
exclaimed, then giggled in that innocent way that only she could pull off.
Grimacing slightly, Otaru motioned to Bloodberry. Smiling, she removed both
figure's from his body before returning to her sake bottle. "How was your
supper? I told the servants to give you the best that we had!" Hanagata
exclaimed, smiling as he motioned to the empty dishes on the table. They'd just
finished eating.
"It was very good," Otaru admitted.
"Yummy," Lime exclaimed.
"My cooking is better," Cherry commented, sniffing and pouting. It was true, but
no one felt the need to admit to such a thing at that moment.
Otaru found himself studying Hanagata for any signs violence. The words that
Etsu had spoken earlier that day were fresh in his mind. He couldn't seem to
forget them. Hanagata wasn't wearing his usual clothing, strangely enough.
Instead, he had on a simple pair of white dress pants and a white dress shirt.
The sleeves had been removed and it had a golden trim. There was a golden belt
around his waist to match. When Otaru saw a bruise around Hanagata's forearm, he
felt his stomach sink.
"Hanagata, where did you get this?" he questioned, motioning to the bruise.
The blond, who had previously been arguing with Lime over something inane,
blinked and looked at his arm. "Oh, that? I got that yesterday when you guy's
threw me out of your apartment," Hanagata replied with a small shrug.
Otaru blinked, then narrowed his eyes. "What about that one?" he asked, pointing
to the bruise on Hanagata's shoulder.
The blond looked surprised and confused, then his eyes shimmered. "Are you
actually concerned about me, Otaru-kun?" he questioned.
"Just tell me," Otaru pressed, grimacing slightly.
"Ah, well, she gave me that one," Hanagata stated, pointing to Bloodberry.
"Because you're so damned annoying," the marionette shot back with a scowl.
"I am not annoying!" Hanagata exclaimed, stamping his foot and looking every bit
like a spoiled child.
Otaru let them argue, absently following behind Lime and fixing things up as she
tore through the room looking for something to do. Perhaps the rumors were just
rumors. He couldn't see any marks on Hanagata's body that could of come from
being hit recently. Of course, now that he was actually looking at the bruises
and the like, he still felt sick to his stomach. He hadn't realized that they
battered Hanagata up so often. Usually, he was so annoyed that he didn't think
about it when he hit the other youth, or when he let one of the girls go after
him. There were only two visible bruises, but his mind was having a feild day
imagining how many others there could of been.
Perhaps he'd been to hard on Hanagata. Otaru grimaced slightly, not wanting to
face up to the fact that he alone was the cause of one of those marks. After
all, just because Hanagata was annoying and kinda creepy with his feelings for
Otaru didn't mean he had to beat the shit out of the boy all the time. He could
find a different way to refuse Hanagata's advances.
Nodding to himself, Otaru firmly decided he would try to be a bit nicer. Or, if
that proved impossible without giving Hanagata the wrong idea, he would do his
best to stop punching the youth.
TBC
R/R, Onegai?? ^_^
Chapter 2: Realization
The door flew open to Otaru's room with no preceeding knock, yet again. Already
used to it, as the girls had done the same every time they entered, Otaru simply
sighed. Privacy was a rare thing in his life right now.
"Otaru-kun!" Hanagata exclaimed with a bright smile, glomping on to him.
Immediately, so not to be outdone, Lime glomped onto him as well. "Otaru!" she
exclaimed, then giggled in that innocent way that only she could pull off.
Grimacing slightly, Otaru motioned to Bloodberry. Smiling, she removed both
figure's from his body before returning to her sake bottle. "How was your
supper? I told the servants to give you the best that we had!" Hanagata
exclaimed, smiling as he motioned to the empty dishes on the table. They'd just
finished eating.
"It was very good," Otaru admitted.
"Yummy," Lime exclaimed.
"My cooking is better," Cherry commented, sniffing and pouting. It was true, but
no one felt the need to admit to such a thing at that moment.
Otaru found himself studying Hanagata for any signs violence. The words that
Etsu had spoken earlier that day were fresh in his mind. He couldn't seem to
forget them. Hanagata wasn't wearing his usual clothing, strangely enough.
Instead, he had on a simple pair of white dress pants and a white dress shirt.
The sleeves had been removed and it had a golden trim. There was a golden belt
around his waist to match. When Otaru saw a bruise around Hanagata's forearm, he
felt his stomach sink.
"Hanagata, where did you get this?" he questioned, motioning to the bruise.
The blond, who had previously been arguing with Lime over something inane,
blinked and looked at his arm. "Oh, that? I got that yesterday when you guy's
threw me out of your apartment," Hanagata replied with a small shrug.
Otaru blinked, then narrowed his eyes. "What about that one?" he asked, pointing
to the bruise on Hanagata's shoulder.
The blond looked surprised and confused, then his eyes shimmered. "Are you
actually concerned about me, Otaru-kun?" he questioned.
"Just tell me," Otaru pressed, grimacing slightly.
"Ah, well, she gave me that one," Hanagata stated, pointing to Bloodberry.
"Because you're so damned annoying," the marionette shot back with a scowl.
"I am not annoying!" Hanagata exclaimed, stamping his foot and looking every bit
like a spoiled child.
Otaru let them argue, absently following behind Lime and fixing things up as she
tore through the room looking for something to do. Perhaps the rumors were just
rumors. He couldn't see any marks on Hanagata's body that could of come from
being hit recently. Of course, now that he was actually looking at the bruises
and the like, he still felt sick to his stomach. He hadn't realized that they
battered Hanagata up so often. Usually, he was so annoyed that he didn't think
about it when he hit the other youth, or when he let one of the girls go after
him. There were only two visible bruises, but his mind was having a feild day
imagining how many others there could of been.
Perhaps he'd been to hard on Hanagata. Otaru grimaced slightly, not wanting to
face up to the fact that he alone was the cause of one of those marks. After
all, just because Hanagata was annoying and kinda creepy with his feelings for
Otaru didn't mean he had to beat the shit out of the boy all the time. He could
find a different way to refuse Hanagata's advances.
Nodding to himself, Otaru firmly decided he would try to be a bit nicer. Or, if
that proved impossible without giving Hanagata the wrong idea, he would do his
best to stop punching the youth.
TBC
R/R, Onegai?? ^_^