Chapter 3. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine

WARNING: AU, shounen-ai

PAIRING: Oshitari/Mukahi

Chapter 3- Truth

Mukahi was angry at whoever dared to try to take advantage of him. He had woken up from God knows what only to find his entire body all wet with his nose pinched and someone looming over him all wet. Reacting quickly, he slapped the pervert across the face and jumped to his feet.

"What the hell are you doing you pervert?" he yelled getting into a fighting stance. The pervert said nothing as he got up rubbing his sore cheek. A bespectacled boy with dark blue hair turned around. Mukahi recognized him immediately. "Eh? Oshitari? What are you doing here?"

The tensai said nothing, but pointed to the water.

"Eh?" Then he remembered everything that happened. He tripped and fell and ran out of air. Oshitari must have saved him from drowning. Mukahi sighed at the thought. He wasn't into the emotional thing, but he was grateful that he was saved from certain death. "Aa, arigatou." The tensai smiled and nodded his head.

Suddenly, Mukahi became aware of how cold the night was when he started shivering from a draft. The tensai became concerned and left. He came back with his things and placed his jacket around the redhead. He took it gratefully, though he noticed that Oshitari would probably need it, too. Oshitari suddenly started making a bunch of gestures that was like gibberish to him.

"Nani?" the soaked boy asked in confusion.

Pulling out a piece of paper and pen from his bag, Oshitari wrote, "Do you want to come over to my apartment and warm up?"

Mukahi read this and looked at the tensai as if he were nuts. Apartment? What apartment? Oshitari lived in the school dorms, right? They were probably less expensive than an apartment.

Upon seeing his confused face, Oshitari wrote, "It's close by." Then he made a gesture to follow him.

Mukahi read the sentence. "Eh? Daijoubu da yo, Oshitari!" he retorted back before he sneezed.

The tensai gave him a look that said, "Yeah right". Then without a word, Oshitari grabbed Mukahi by the arm and started dragging him down the street.

"What the-" the redhead sputtered. "Oi! Let me go! Oi! Oshitari!"

Oshitari seemed to pretend that he didn't hear the redhead's protests and dragged him down the street and up two flights of stairs to apartment number #302. Unlocking the door, he dragged Mukahi inside to the bathroom, and after digging through his closet, threw a pair of sweatpants, boxers, and shirt to Mukahi.

"What the-" The blue-haired tensai pointed to the bathtub and to the clothes with a look that looked like a mother ordering her child to do what she says or else. "Eh?" Oshitari sighed and went into the bathroom. He turned on the water and pointed to it.

Mukahi seemed to get the message, so he pushed the tensai out of the bathroom and locked the door. As he began to undress, he thought that maybe a hot shower wouldn't be so bad. He waited for the tub to fill before getting in. Satisfied with the water temperature, he began to scrub himself with the washcloth nearby.

-X-

After a nice bath and a change of clothes, Mukahi felt oddly refreshed. The water he fell in was so cold since it was near dark, but that was gone, for good he hoped. Oshitari was nice to let him use the bath in his apartment. There was only one thing that was bothering him, and that was the clothes. The shirt went at least to his waist and the sleeves to his elbows, and he had to roll up the sweatpants twice at the legs, but they were dry, so he couldn't complain.

Stepping out of the shower, he noticed that Oshitari had dried himself off and changed his clothes. He was sitting at his desk with the desk lamp turned on doing his homework. Mukahi's belongings, which were wet, were under a nearby heater.

"Oshitari?" Mukahi called. The tensai didn't say anything or move. "Oshitari?" He still didn't seem to hear him.

The redhead went over to the desk and tapped him on the shoulder, which got his attention. Oshitari looked over the smaller boy taking in his larger clothes, and pinched his own shirt with a questioning look.

"Eh?"

Oshitari did the same thing, but he also seemed to be mouthing something because when he tried to say something, it came out as a sound that sounded like someone with a strained voice.

"Big?" Mukahi guessed. "'Are these clothes too big'?" Oshitari nodded. "Of course they are! Are you blind?"

Oshitari must have taken the figure of speech literally because he shook his head. Then he did a bunch of gestures that looked like some kind of ritual to Mukahi. The smaller boy quirked an eyebrow, but before he could ask any more questions, Oshitari got out of his chair, grabbed both of their belongings, and pulled Mukahi out the door.

"What the- Hey!" Mukahi cried as he was pulled down the stairs. "Oshitari, I can walk!"

When the two reached the bottom of the stairs, Oshitari nodded his head in apology along with something that Mukahi couldn't understand at all.

The redhead looked disgusted. "Stop doing that, okay? I can't understand a thing you're doing! Can't you speak?"

The tensai shook his head calmly.

Mukahi's blue eyes widened, but deep down, he was mentally smacking himself. Of course! No wonder he was doing all those weird things with his hands! For someone who knew everything about everyone, he must have overlooked Oshitari. He must be slipping.

Kneeling down where there was a patch of dirt, Oshitari wrote with his finger, "I can't hear, so that's why I can't speak." After letting Mukahi read it, he wrote, "But if you speak slowly, I can read your lips."

"Oh, so that's why he brought that pad and paper with him," Mukahi thought. "Wonder how he asks for lunch at the cafeteria…"

He felt a tug on his sleeve from Oshitari, who was still kneeling. There was another note. "One of our college professors said so, you know."

Mukahi blushed slightly in embarrassment. He must have not paid attention in class. Oh well, most of the professors were dull and boring, like his high school teachers.

It was only after he stopped pondering that he noticed that Oshitari was staring at something other than his face. "Hey! Quit staring!"

The silent tensai smoothed out his second note with his foot and wrote, "Do you sing too much?"

"No."

"Scream too much then?"

This question hit Mukahi like a bullet. There was some truth in that, but how could Oshitari have known if he was deaf? The deaf can't hear voices, right?

Mukahi felt a tug on his sleeve and there was another note. "Where do you live? I'll walk you back."

Eh? What was Oshitari thinking saying something so cheesy? He wasn't a girl from a romance movie! Now he was starting to see another side of tensai Oshitari Yuushi; the romantic side. The thought made him want to throw up.

"I-I don't need a chaperone! Baka Oshitari!" Mukahi yelled shoving him down before running off.

TBC…

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