Ch.3
The following morning, a cloud of thick smog covered the horizon. The sky was still dark, even though the sun was shining as brightly as it could. The dew-covered trees were swaying in the gentle breeze as the two continued to sleep on the snow.
Last night had been very, if not the most stressful and anxious time the two had ever experienced. However, the tension had eventually dulled over the course of a few days. Toboe was annoying again, and Kiba was back to searching for paradise. Toboe and Kiba had simply left the issue behind, or at least, it seemed so..
"Hey, Kiba.. What's that?" Toboe inquired, pointing over to Kiba's pocket-sized picture frame. It had always been sitting in their shack, Toboe had wondered who the person in the frame was.
"That's a picture of my mother." Kiba said swiftly, and sat down beside him on the bed. "No, I've never met my father." Kiba often seemed to answer Toboe's questions before he even asked them, which was what made him even more intimidating to Toboe.
"Look, Kiba…about.." Toboe was stopped as Kiba's hand was placed over his mouth.
"Hey..It's nothing. Just don't talk about it. I don't want to discuss that right now." Kiba drew back and stood up again. Toboe blushed and put his head down on the foot of the bed. Maybe it wasn't the time for him to express his feelings for Kiba again right now. Would there ever be a time? He missed the special feeling he got when they hugged, or even touched. This obsession was slowly taking a strong hold on him, as it showed in his every action. Then, as if nothing had happened, Kiba walked out of the shack and into the snowy wilderness.
"I wonder why..he always does that." Toboe rested his head on his hand at the window. He picked at his nails for a minute, then pondered the meaning of love.
"Love isn't really love if it's one-sided..he's straight…I thought I was..AH!" Toboe picked up an empty bottle from the end table beside his bed, and threw it on the floor, making shards of the bottle cut his legs. Toboe burst into tears, then grabbed a piece of glass and put it at his wrist.
"This one..ow..is for being so Stupid!" Toboe made a dangerous slash across his wrist, luckily only bleeding a little.
"And this…this is for you Kiba!" Toboe slashed his wrist again, this time a little deeper. "Agh!" Toboe looked as his wrist oozed blood.
"you hate me." Toboe said sadly, then went outside to clean up. Looking up, he saw Kiba from far away walking towards him. Toboe was already cleaned up, so he sat down in the snow and stared at the trees. When Kiba finally approached, Toboe smiled and looked at him.
"Well, it's great to see you in such a good mood!" Kiba smirked.
"Kiba!" Toboe tackled him.
"haha..yeah, well..I got some food for us, I thou…" Kiba stopped talking, and his eyes grew wide.
"Kiba? What's wrong? Are yaAh…" Toboe was cut off as Kiba slapped him across the face. Toboe was in tears.
"You think you can hurt yourself to feel better? How do you think I feel? You're so fucking selfish.." saying this, Kiba teared up for a second. "It's just, I don't want you to get hurt. Please..if nothing else, do this for me." As Kiba said this, he leaned over and kissed Toboe on his pretty lips.
