Don't Let Go
Chapter Eight: Can friendship heal?
By KellyQ
Takuya slowly opened his eyes to realize that he was lying horizontally on the couch. His head was resting half on Kouji's legs. The brunette sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked down to see that the cover over him was Kouji's windbreaker. Takuya turned to see that the dark-haired boy had fallen sleeping with his head slightly back and arms to the side. Man, what an awful way to take a nap, Takuya thought. He reached out to touch Kouji's shoulder but ended up brushing his hand along the dark haired boy's cheek instead.
The soft touch woke Kouji, and the first thing he felt was a sore neck. "Oh...my...neck."
"I'll get you some Advil, and then I'd better get going home." Takuya got to his feet and took a step, but Kouji grabbed his wrist. He looked over his shoulder to see Kouji giving his friend a polygenic look.
"I'm sorry, Takuya. I didn't mean to go as far as I did!"
"I forgive you. And thank you for being honest with me."
Kouji straightened up and let go of Takuya's arm. "Yea but I hurt you. You should be the one who should hate me."
Takuya turned and pulled his friend close. "Kouji. All I wanted was for you to be there and be my friend, and that's who I have right now. So how about I give you a back rub?"
"Well, I guess you can do that."
Takuya let his friend go. The first thing Kouji did, was let his hair out, pulled it all to the side, and sat down. Takuya sat down too and started to nervously rub Kouji's neck. He has soft skin, Takuya thought running his index finger and thumb on each side of Kouji's neck.
"Hmmm. That feels good." Kouji moaned feeling Takuya's hands working there way down his neck to his shoulder that Wolf had pulled on. The brunette smiled and started work down his Kouji's back.
"How about you lay down?" Takuya suggested.
"Okay."
Takuya got up as Kouji flicked his long hair back. The brunette starred in awe at how long Kouji's hair was. "I...I never thought...that..."
Kouji turned to face the blushing brunette. "That my hair is longer than you thought?" Kouji finished seeing the blush clearly showing on Takuya's face.
He's so cute, Kouji thought, if only he was mine. By now their eyes were locked together, and they both leaned closer their lips meeting. He does love me, Takuya thought feeling how Kouji was kissing him. A single tear came down Takuya's face and he pulled away.
Realization sank in for Kouji. He'd just kissed his best friend, who was already taken. He pulled away too, looking the other way.
"I don't think my brother will go for that." Kouichi said, after Kitt suggested that they play matchmaker.
The three were sitting in the living room, talking for the past hour.
"There's got to be something we can do! I mean - It's my fault that Kouji and Takuya are enemies!"
"It's not that they're enemies, Kitt-"
"Kouichi," Izumi cut in, facing him. "Can I talk to you in private?"
The dark-haired boy turned to see a familiar glint in Izumi's eyes. The two got up, and walked into the kitchen and closed the door.
"Kouichi, I don't think it's best that Kitt knows the real reason, he feels bad enough already," Izumi started, facing her boyfriend.
"I know, I just don't think it's fair that things have to be this way for my brother."
Izumi leaned closer and kissed her boyfriend. "We'll think of something."
Kouichi opened his mouth when the front door closed. The two walked into the living room, to see that Kitt was gone. Izumi and Kouichi look at each other with worry.
Why, Kitt thought, why does everyone think that they have to protect my feelings? He drew back his leg and kicked a small rock to the middle of the road as he walked by. I'm not that blind...am I? Once he made it across the street, he stopped and looked at the sky. Was that the real reason why Kouji acted the way he did? Kouji should've punished me - not Takuya! I'm the one who asked him out.
Takuya sat down next Kouji, who shifted the other direction, trying to avoid the brunette's gaze.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Takuya uttered, shocked.
Kouji lowered his head as his expression changed to grief. That was a good question. Why didn't he say anything indeed? The answer was simple:
"Kitt asked you out first, that's why."
To Be Continued...