A/N: Kerii-tan: Well hi again. It's been about two weeks. /hit.
Sorry I've been not updating anything these past few weeks...
I am told that I am on a "vacation" or something of the sort.
*coughcoughamarycoughHRMM*
Anyhow... Read and enjoy part 2, which is from Len's point of view.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!
Warning: There's...erm, a sexual scene. :'l (it's also yaoi-related, so...?)
Fake smiles and fogged glasses; part two.
Len knew there was something going on with Rin.
It wasn't just the way she approached and acted around him, but it was also the fact that she just didn't seem to talk as much as she used to. He would spend the entire night thinking about what could possibly be bugging her; and no matter how hard he thought, it just wouldn't come to him. Maybe it was the fact that he was more with Mikuo than her—he hasn't even used the same bed with Rin for a few days, which is unusual. Len felt like that could be the only valid reason for her indifference.
"What do you think, Mikuo-kun?" Len asked Mikuo, folding his hands across his chest one night. Mikuo looked over at Len in the darkness and blinked.
"Hmm. Well, it's very likely that that is the issue here." He answered, getting comfortable on his back. "Rin-san must be bothered by something involving us, I guess."
Len sniffed sadly and frowned, trying to fight his sad tears.
"I don't want Rin to be mad at me, Mikuo-kun, I don't want her to be upset." He tried blinking back his tears, but ended up wiping at his eyes anyways. "What should I do?" He made a few hiccupping noises, and Mikuo started to caress Len's hair, trying to calm him down.
"Don't worry, Len, I'm sure we can figure something out." As he said this, he smiled, making sure he sounded calm and reassuring so Len wouldn't overreact. "Rin-san can't stay upset with you forever, if that is the case."
Len nodded, still sniffing. "I guess so, but…"
"Hush, Len," Mikuo whispered into his ear; holding him close. "Don't worry about it, alright?"
Len blushed hard, still not used to Mikuo's closeness, but nodded again anyways, snuggling closer into the other's chest. He felt safe and warm with Mikuo, and was overly grateful that he cared so much about him. He was so happy that Mikuo was willing to help him out and make sure he was happy…
"Mm," Len replied finally, bending his arms towards his chest so that he could be as close to Mikuo as possible, even though he felt his heart jump and pound wildly.
Mikuo smiled to himself at his lover's 'uke-like' behavior and whispered quietly, "Len…"
"Nn?" Len answered, perking up, but Mikuo didn't say anything, except for a small sound of pleasure as he let his hand run up Len's side towards his back and shoulder bone, slowly and carefully, across his soft and milky white skin.
"A-ah, Mikuo-kun…" Len whimpered as he felt shivers run up all over his body, but he did nothing to stop the loving tealette, and only huddled closer to him, unintentionally bending his legs so that his right leg managed to fit right in between Mikuo's.
"Nn, Mikuo-ku…" He mumbled, feeling his heart beat even faster as if it would beat straight out of his chest, and his face burned to no extent.
"Len…" Mikuo murmured hotly into his ear; his breath tickling Len's ear and skin, and despite how flustered, embarrassed, and aroused Len was, he glanced up at Mikuo whose face was not even an inch away, and blinked, looking away—he couldn't stare into Mikuo's eyes for too long; he felt uncomfortable no matter how much he loved those eyes. Of course, though, Mikuo would eventually manage to get Len to look at him once again as he would begin to carefully slip off Len's pajama pants and whisper, "Is this okay…?" which then was Len's cue to collide his lips with Mikuo's so all that would happen afterward not seem so slow and scary, awkward and unwanted, but instead, enjoyable and less nerve-wracking.
But they never knew when Rin was listening into them and when she wasn't.
Len was walking home by himself again.
He had finished his after-school activities, finally, and was running a bit late. Plus, school was a drag. Mikuo wasn't there; he had become too sick to attend. Rin, on the hand, was there, perfectly healthy, but she didn't talk to Len at all. He felt terribly lonely by himself.
The cold winter air seemed to pull him down and nip at his face constantly, too, almost making it sting and hurt unbearably. It was getting dark now, and soon, it'd be too dark to see anything at all, if the streetlamps happen to flicker out from the chilly winds blowing everything around, including the power lines.
Len cupped his hands to his mouth and breathed on them in an attempt to make them warmer. The bitter silence made everything seem colder to him, and he couldn't stand it either. He wished he had brought along his scarf, but to his disappointment, he left it in his classroom by accident.
Biting his lip, Len quickened his pace as he turned the icy corner on the edge of the snowy street, gray and covered with frost. As he approached his house, he felt his heart jump a little from the exciting thought of being warm again—to sit down with a warm cup of hot chocolate nearby the toasty fireplace, huddling up comfortably on the armchair nearby...
Not being able to wait any longer, Len made an effort to pick up his feet and headed for his house. He ran up the steps and despite how cold the doorknob was, he turned it and entered the house impatiently.
Panting, he looked around and felt the heat seep through his clothes and skin; practically making him melt. He shook his shoes off, careful not to get any snow on the floor, and took of his wet-with-snow coat, placing it on the rack.
"I'm home…!" He finally announced, and his guardian, a somewhat mother-like figure, Meiko, peeked out from the kitchen.
"Oi, Len-kun, why're you home so late?" She asked, re-entering the kitchen, and Len bowed his head respectively.
"Ah, gomen, gomen, I had activities."
Clangs were heard from inside the kitchen, like the sound of cooking spoons against pots, and Meiko reappeared, wearing a white apron, messily tied on.
"Oh, okay then. You wanna' help with dinner, Len-kun?"
Len dropped his school bag to the floor and peered into the kitchen. "Ahh, I guess, Meiko-neesan. I still have homework though…"
"Just help a bit, okay?"
"Mm."
Len looked around the kitchen and saw his older siblings, Miku and Kaito, hard at work. Miku was washing the dishes and Kaito was stirring something in a pot; the boiling substance was heard from where Len was standing. On the opposite side of the kitchen was Luka, another one of the family's guardians like Meiko. Luka, on the other hand, was more responsible and caring, calm, and loving. She stood by the counter, preparing a dough-like material for baking.
"Ah, um, how can I help?" Len asked Meiko, and she grinned at him, placing her hands on her hips.
"You can go help Miku-chan with the dishes, by putting them away. Don't break them either, okay?"
"Yes, alright…!" Len nodded and hurried over to Miku's side.
She side-glanced down at Len and smiled as she washed the dishes, and Len returned her smile with a nervous one. Len couldn't help but to feel slightly awkward around Miku, but only because he was dating her cousin. Of course though, Miku was a kind girl who respected everything and everyone, and she certainly cared a lot for Len, so something as trite as a relationship couldn't hurt the interaction between the two.
Len looked away from Miku and at the washed dishes. He picked one up carefully in his hands and started to dry it off with the dishtowel. Lost in thought, he couldn't help but to notice that Rin wasn't joining them with the preparations for dinner.
When did everything start feeling so lonely?
Len wondered to himself quietly, wrapped up in a blanket near the fire with a cup of hot chocolate. He had his homework on his lap, ready to work, but he couldn't focus at all. The thought of Rin being elsewhere kept him distracted easily and wide-awake at night. He bit his lip in complete distress, clenching his fists underneath the blanket. Rin's absence would not quit tugging at his mind one bit, and it kept him from completing his homework. After much thought, Len got up from the chair and wandered into the kitchen to see Luka cleaning up after their just-finished dinner.
"L-Luka-neesan?" He mumbled; his head lowered nervously. Luka turned around and faced him, a slight smile on her face.
"Ah, Len-kun, do you need something?" She asked kindly and Len's eyes flickered to the side, noticing motion over in the nearby hallways—but it was only the teal-colored pigtails of Miku. Almost disappointed, Len looked up at Luka with a sad expression on his face and fiddled with his fingers.
"Um, do you know where Rin is?"
Luka raised her eyebrows and turned back to the counter, wiping it with a moist dishtowel. "Rin-chan? No, I'm afraid I don't know where she is. Have you checked your room?" She answered and Len gasped quietly.
"U-um, no; thank you, Luka-neesan." He quickly bowed and exited the kitchen quickly; eager to find out if his sister really was there.
Oh, I hope she's there… Len thought to himself as his sock-covered feet thumped softly against the polished-wood floorboards. He approached the door to their bedroom, closed and quiet. For some reason, Len felt the need to knock, but instead, he carefully placed his hand on the doorknob, his heartbeat picking up.
The doorknob clicked and opened up as turned it, and with a careful whisper, Len walked in.
"Rin?" He whispered, noticing the room was dark and unusually cold. He looked around seeing nothing, and opened the door more than a crack, the hallway light entering the room and spreading across the floor and furniture. "…Rin?" He whispered again, and saw a dark figure huddled up in a blanket in his bed. Startled, Len jumped soundlessly and blinked several times. "R-Rin?"
At that third time, the dark figure shifted over, as if it were shaking at the top. The blanket fell off the top and revealed a white bow, bent out of shape and covering tangled and messy blonde hair, dimly lit by the light.
Not sure whether to say her name again or not, Len walked forwards carefully towards his bed and called out again. "…Rin?"
The figure slowly faced Len, an empty expression on her face and her eyelashes wet and dotted with tears. They seemed to glisten in the light, and for a moment, Len was mesmerized by such a sight, for he has never seen such a thing like that before, but immediately shook off the feeling.
"Rin?" He repeated for the fifth time, and finally, the young girl replied in a quiet, strained voice;
"…Were…were you looking for me?"
-END: Fake Smiles and Fogged Glasses-
A/N: Yeah uh, don't worry. Rin's not insane. Lol.
But um, anyways. Hope you guys don't mind the MikuoxLen...
Last time I checked, there were only two fics about those two... ; - ;
Oh, and this is going to be a three-shot. I lied; sorry. /hit.
And Len wasn't meant to come out this shota-like. Haha. Well,
it works, I guess. (does it?)
Reviews please! (comments and critique are cool. :D)
