Chapter Twelve
Kazahaya dreamt of nothing. When he began to wake from his dreamless slumber, he found that he could remember nothing; not his name, where he was, nor why he was so sore. He moaned softly as he tried to open his eyes.
"Shh…" Someone whispered and hands ran through his hair, "Don't push yourself, Kazahaya."
'Kazahaya…that was my name…' Kazahaya thought as his eyes slowly opened. "Rikuo…" He gasped, remembering though the boy was just a blur above him.
"How do you feel?" Rikuo asked as his hand slid down to stroke the side of Kazahaya's face.
"Asshole; telling me to not push myself and then asking me how I am…" Kazahaya muttered.
Rikuo chuckled. "Much better, I take it." He said.
"I hurt; what happened?" Kazahaya said sleepily.
"I'll tell you after you're feeling a bit better," Rikuo said, "But don't worry; if you can't remember it, it can't be too important."
"Jerk," Kazahaya growled softly. He tried to remember what had happened, though all he could remember was walking into someone's apartment and then drowning and calling out for Rikuo.
Kazahaya looked up at Rikuo. "I'm hungry," He complained.
"Not surprising," Rikuo said as he lifted Kazahaya's head from his lap and then stood. Kazahaya hadn't even noticed that his head had been in his lap, but he did notice now that Rikuo tentatively stretched out his legs as if they were sore. Kazahaya wondered exactly how long his step-bother had been keeping watch over him like that. Rikuo walked over to a tray of breakfast foods and picked up a slice of toast before returning to Kazahaya's side.
"Let me feed you," Rikuo said softly.
Kazahaya looked at him suspiciously, but then gave a slight nod.
Rikuo tore off bits of toast and began to feed Kazahaya carefully. Kazahaya was surprised to find how good toast tasted to him. Once the food was gone, Rikuo leaned down and kissed Kazahaya's lips. The dark haired boy was surprised when his step brother didn't fight him, but kissed back. Rikuo pulled away when there was a knock at the door and he went to get it. It was Kota.
"Hey, how's Kazahaya?" The older version of Rikuo asked, trying to look over his brother's shoulder to spot the boy.
"He'll be fine," Rikuo said.
"What happened to him, anyways?" Kota asked.
"He'll tell you if he wants you to know," Rikuo said simply.
Kota shrugged. "Kakei will be here soon with Saiga, you know," he informed his brother, "We called them once we got up. Oh, and Mom wants to see you before you go if you can pull yourself away from your precious lover."
Rikuo frowned as his brother laughed and started away down the hall to his own room. The dark haired boy shook his head at his brother's behavior, even though it was so much like his own, and then shut the door before returning to Kazahaya.
"Rikuo?" Kazahaya asked as his step brother sat down on the bed, "What happened to me?"
Rikuo stiffened; he didn't really want to tell him. "You're…not a virgin anymore," Rikuo said, not wanting to tell him all about his rape.
"You bastard!" Kazahaya snarled from where he lay on the bed.
"It wasn't my fault, baka!" Rikuo snapped back, "You're the one who ran away and went right into a stranger's apartment!"
Kazahaya was silent as fractured pieces of memory returned to him that supported Rikuo's story.
"I saved you, you know," Rikuo said, "And avenged you. I wanted to be your first…"
"Rikuo?" Kazahaya asked softly as he thought he saw a trace of a tear on the apathetic boy's cheek as Rikuo turned away. He smiled slightly to think that Rikuo cared about him and then slowly slid his hand over to touch the dark haired boys. "Thanks," He said softly.
Rikuo nodded. "Stop doing stupid things and making me save you," He said with a slight chuckle, "I hate seeing you like that."
"I won't do anything like that again," Kazahaya said, "I promise."