Chapter 7-

Heba aroused to the sound of a continuous beeping off towards his right, his hand blindly seeking the object of his disturbance to punch his fist on it, not caring if his alarm shattered in the process. When the room was submerged in silence, the only noise being his own patterned breathing, he gave a drowsy smile, his eyes sealed to savor the quiet and short-lived moment before the need to get ready for school arises.

He lay in silence for what seemed like forever, his gaze fixated on the ceiling as different thoughts swarmed around his head. He merely jumped, his eyes drinking in the vacant space beside him. The nights events filtered through his mind, his stomach turning at the realization that he had been neglected. He sat in an upright position, hands rubbing at his eyes. He couldn't believe it.. He should have seen it coming, but was too blinded by the pleasure he was receiving to think about anything regarding the outcome.

In his slight frustration and heavy disappointment, he rose from his bed that seemed empty, his eyes sought out his fresh clothes that were placed neatly on his drawer. He needed a shower to get rid of the remnants from the night before, otherwise his scent would smell strong to his parents. As he walked towards the door, he couldn't help the feeling that was creeping up on him, he felt used and worthless, but mostly he was disappointed in himself for falling for Atemu's advances even though he was the one who initiated everything.

Atemu was surprisingly gentle with him, held him like one would their lover. It made him feel special, he helped him experience feelings he had never had the honour to ever experience before and for that, he was grateful. But why did he leave him? Without a note no less. He frowned while yanking the door open to the bathroom. How will they be towards each other now? Would Atemu want to speak to him? Slamming the door shut behind him, he stomped towards the shower, all the time he was seething inside.

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Fresh and composed, Heba descended the stairs at a leisured pace and smiled when the sweet scent of pancakes filled his nose. He picked up his pace, jumping down the last step to run inside the kitchen. However, when he reached the door, he stopped in shock and surprise.

"Hey sweety!" Yugi perked up when she caught sight of her son, her hands busy with turning the pancakes "Take a seat?"

Heba nodded stiffly, his feet on autopilot as he was dragged towards the table, bottom perching on the chair adjacent to his father. He gave his father a small greeting before turning his eyes to lock with ruby. His throat immediately turned dry and his cheeks burned with embarrassment. Across from him was none other than Atemu who sat shirtless, his mouth full of his mums delicious pancakes.

"Morning, Heba." He smirked knowingly, eyes on the beautiful blush that's lit up Heba's features.

"Morning." He mumbled, his focus anywhere but on Atemu. He never expected to find Atemu in his kitchen and talking to his parents civilly no less. It seemed odd, somewhere along the lines of unbelievable. He shrugged it off, deciding to go with the flow and devour the pancakes that were placed in front of him. Gods did they smell wonderful.

Yami chuckled at the eager expression that lit up his son's eyes. He squeezed his shoulder and stood while scooping up his empty plate to place in the sink to wash up. Once finished, he turned his attention back to his son and Atemu who sat awkwardly at the table. He shook his head, finding their antics to be amusing. "So, did you two have fun?"

To say he wasn't expecting a blush to be his response would be a lie. He smiled, his suspicions confirmed.

"Huh.. What?"

Atemu placed his plate in the sink and cleaned up, promptly retaking his seat opposite Heba. He leaned forward on his forearms to get that close proximity "Of course we did, am I right, or am I right?"

Yugi raised her eyebrow at his suggestive tone, her focus away from her pancakes and on the male 'guest' at her table. Her expression that was filled with nothing but confusion soon changed in a heartbeat. Dropping her folk on the plate with a clank, she spun around on her heel and glared "Y-You.. YOU." Her tone dropped a few octaves, the other three in the room stopping what they were doing to turn towards the enraged and shock stricken female in the room "Did you two.. DID YOU HAVE SEX?"

Heba shot out of his seat, spluttering "What? That's INSANE! Why would I.. Why would he? No way!.." His composure was crumbling, he knew it. What could he say? He couldn't lie to his parents. He never had and if he did, he'd forever be haunted with a never ending guilt that would worsen with every tick on the clock.

"Heba." Yugi's voice lowered if possible. It had Heba reeling back in fright, his composure dropping more and more..

"I swear we haven't had sex! Atemu! Don't just sit there.. WHY ARE YOU SMIRKING YOU JERK!" He couldn't believe he was having this conversation nor could he believe Atemu was smirking while they were having said conversation. Is he for real? Is he asking for a death wish? He's with his parents, parents who are protective of him and would kill in an instant if one was to do him any harm. How can he sit there looking so smug?

"So what was it like? It's something I've never experimented with." Yami asked nonchalantly, legs crossed in interest. He was soon met with a frying pan to the head. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" He shrieked whilst jumping out of his chair, hands cupping his throbbing head.

Yugi gripped the frying pan firmly and held it in front of her in a threatening manner. She snarled, eyes narrowing to that of slits. She looked like the immortal she is, one demonic creature out to get blood. "Who asks questions like that! He's your son damnit!"

"For the love of RA, I only asked what you were thinking!"

"Like hell. That's the complete opposite of what I was thinking."

"This can't be happening." He scowled, hands cupping his head in embarrassment "We didn't even..-"

I sense distress, can I help you master?

Heba raised his head from his hands and turned. He nearly fell to his knees in relief at seeing Yusei, his wolf companion making an appearance inside the kitchen. He shot forward and embraced him with all his might, ignoring the stares being sent his way. The room was silent, everybody halting in their conversation/argument to acknowledge the new presence that broke all the tension. God, did he miss Yusei.

He hardly saw him yesterday due to the fact Yusei stayed at home instead of accompanying him to school on his own orders to require more sleep. He also missed him when he arrived home since his brother and sister had taken him for a long deserved walk. He's surprised he didn't wake up to him in the morning, which was unusual.

Giving his wolf the biggest smile he could muster, he answered with a simple "I'm fine," before taking his seat back at the table, his hand gesturing for Yusei to follow. He wanted to put everything straight, he needed to put everything straight. He didn't want his parents assuming things nor did he want to lie to them. It only seemed fitting to tell them the truth no matter how embarrassing the truth would be. Why was he born with a connection so strong to his parents? Why did he need to tell them EVERYTHING?

"Hebaaaaaaa" Yami sang in a sing-song voice, his tone assuring the teen that their previous conversation wasn't finished. He gave a cheeky grin, one eye shutting in a wink "I don't mean to pry in your newly established love life, but mummy and daddy just want to assure your safety."

If Yami wasn't his father, he'd steal his mother's frying pan and bonk him over the head with it himself. Again, is it too late to wish for different parents? Some that show maturity and don't pry into their son's love life? He sighed and faceplanted the desk, hard enough to form a headache. "I don't have a love life." He growled out, flinching at his own tone. He didn't need to look at Atemu to know he had a hurt expression, nor did he need to glance at his parents to see disappointment on their faces. He's never raised his voice to them before, only on the odd occasion where the matter wasn't serious, but this was different..

Yugi noticed the sudden tense atmosphere, the air thick with a variety of negative emotions. She sighed and whacked her husband on the back of the head, this time he was in luck since she had already put the frying pan away. "Enough of that. Heba have you fed?"

Heba sighed in relief at the conversation change and nodded his head "Two days ago."

She clucked her tongue "I think you may have under fed yourself. I believe it would be best if you hunt tonight, you may feel better."

Heba inclined his head in a nod, his eyes raising to lock with emotionless ruby. He gulped down the lump that formed in his throat at knowing he had some explaining to do to Atemu for his unthought of words. He's sure the taller feels rejected, but he didn't mean that at all. He's confused, more so now than he has ever been before. At first he assured himself that he was straight, attracted to girls and girls only. However, the more time he spends with Atemu, the more he doubts himself. He finds him handsome, his breathing acts up when he's nearby and his stomach does somersaults when he looks into his eyes. If that's not a sign, he's fucked.

He turned towards his parents who were bickering like an old married couple. Heba assumed it had something to do with the fact that Yugi whacked him around the head more than once. It was the only plausible explanation, especially since his father was cupping his head delicately while Yugi stood amused, her hand on her stomach. He nearly winced as he imagined his mother's wrath. Well, he's glad he's not his father.

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"Atemu?" Heba murmured while he picked up his pace. Atemu was avoiding him again, he didn't like it nor did he approve.

"What is it shrimp?"

Heba recoiled back, his stomach turning. Normally nicknames wouldn't phase him, he was used to 'shorty', yet shrimp appeared to be an insult, his voice filled with venom as he voiced that five letter word. He slowed down, shaking his head at his family who watched the scene with scowls. He didn't want an argument, it was pointless.

"Heba?"

Heba snapped his head to his left, his eyesight filled up of white and auburn "Want me to kick his ass for you? I have my baby with me." He pulled own a shimmering dagger, the blade smooth and sharp. "It won't kill him, but it would hurt like a bitch before his wounds heal." Bakura smirked, his eyes gleaming with demonic satisfaction. Heba shivered, he knew Bakura was picturing everything in his head and that alone made him terrified. Before he could comment, the sound of metal hitting flesh pierced through the air, his eyes snapping from Bakura who held his now throbbing head to his mother who held a frying pan.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?"

Yami groaned and decided to split the two up. He felt an ounce of sympathy for Bakura, he too was a victim of Yugi's and the frying pans wrath. He grabbed his lover by her arm, jerking her into his chest while his other hand worked on prying her hands away from the frying pan before another poor soul gets hurt. He did at first wonder why Yugi brought a medium sized bag with her, it seemed suspicious, but as usual, he brushed it off.

"He's bringing violence in a family full of innocence, I won't allow it Yami." She whined, her hands fighting Yami's own to retrieve the pan.

"Innocence?" Marik smirked, oblivious to the death glare he was being sent "Since when were you innocent, my Queen?"

Yugi frowned "Shut up you bastard, when I get my hands on you I'm going to rip your dic-"

"NONONONO." Heba cupped his ears with his palms to block out everything, he didn't want to hear it. He shivered, that was a mental image he wishes to forget.

Oh the joy, we haven't even arrived at school yet!

Heba nodded. Yup, it was going to be a long day.

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Tap..Tap..Tap..

"Heba Sennen, please pay attention, if you do not I'll need to take matters into my own hands. This has been your second warning, don't make it a third."

Yugi and Yami glared at her tone but remained quiet in their seats. She was partly right, Heba wasn't paying attention nor was he on the page they were on. Yugi leaned over her desk, her hand holding onto Yami's arm for stability "Psst!" At gaining his attention, she nodded her head to the book "Page 24 paragraph 2."

Heba smiled in thanks and turned towards the page everyone else was on. His thoughts had continued to trail towards Atemu who he hasn't spoken to since their encounter on the walk to school. He needs to apologize, he was in the wrong for his behaviour at the kitchen table.

"Very well, you can now read where Miko left off." She placed her glasses back on to read the small text, waiting for Heba to begin.

"And from this theory, the world was said to rupture into tiny microscopical pieces, mankind no longer existent, earth no longer in orbit." Heba frowned, what the fuck were they even reading? After his small paragraph, his face met his desk where sleep claimed him. God, did it feel amazing to let the world slip by.

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"So what gender are you hoping for, boy or girl?"

Heba placed his elbows on the table, his chin resting on his palms. "I'm excited either way, but I'd love to have a baby sister, wouldn't you?" He locked eyes with brown orbs, his face lighting up with curiosity. The thought of there being a new arrival to the family excited him, he was still in disbelief.

"A baby sister would be like having another mum. Imagine that.. Two Yugi's.." Jaden stared at the ceiling of the noisy cafeteria, his eyes gleaming "I find that thought to be extremely interesting, but scary at the same time."

Yugi turned away from her conversation, placing on a fake scowl "I heard that."

Heba giggled, his hands now reaching underneath the table to run his fingers through Yusei's fur. He's sure it would look odd to everyone considering, from their perspective, it would seem like Heba was stroking thin air. The cause, Yusei was invisible.

Yusei purred, his head lolling to the side so Heba had better access to his neck area. He cherished the moments when Heba ran his fingers through his fur, it was heaven.

"Hey short stuff, isn't that the guy who took your virginity?" Marik asked, his finger pointing towards the door where Atemu made his appearance from, his eyes scanning the cafeteria until they fell on their table.

Heba bowed his head in an attempt to hide his face that was undoubtedly flustered from that comment. What is wrong with his family? They have no shame. "Fuck.. He didn't take my virginity!"

"That's not what your father said."

Yugi snapped her head towards her husband who immediately flinched away "You did what?" her voice dropped, her tone threatening.

"It slipped. Geez Marik, are you trying to get me killed?" He threw a couple of chips towards the sandy-blond male, smirking when he successfully hit his target in the eye.

"I can't believe I socialize with a bunch of moronic fools." Seto brushed the glares off nonchalantly, his arms crossing on the table "Who brags about their son's love life? Or lack thereof."

Joey mumbled under his breath, his eyes glaring at the table "Someone's cranky cus' dey don't have a love life!"

Yami's eyes glazed over with some kind of emotion, his head hitting the table as his shoulders began shaking uncontrollably. At first everyone seemed worried, however, that soon changed when he threw his head back, his mouth opening in a booming laugh that had Seto walking away from their table in humiliation. "Ha..ah..ak..ha..HA! Joey just.. Seto hasn't!" He shook his head as he tried to gain his breath, eyes shut tight. "Wow! That's the funniest thing I've heard in years!"

"You're such a fool Yami." Seto mumbled, sitting back down on the chair adjacent to his pup when Yami's obnoxious laughter ceased. He wasn't amused nor offended. Everything Joey had said was an absolute lie anyway, at least he hoped. The bickering continued for a while longer, Yami taunting Seto about Joey's comment while Yugi tries to keep him in place. Heba watched the loud commotion with vague interest, most of his attention on Atemu who was sat on the table in the corner with his friends. He felt jealousy build up when he noticed the girls that were surrounding him, one in particular sitting with her arm around his shoulder. Atemu wasn't acknowledging her, nor did he move away to evade her touch, his attention was mainly focused on his phone.

"Talk to him bro?" Jaden perked up once he espied his brothers longing glance in the direction of the male that bunked at their house for a night. He's not sure what's going through his little brother's head, but he has a clear imagination.

Heba let his eyes fall on his brother and his girlfriend who was focused on their conversation. He gave a small roll of his shoulders and a brief shrug. "And say what?"

Jaden's words caught in his throat, his head turning to the side "Well think fast, he's approaching our table."

Heba snapped his head in the direction his brother was looking, amethyst locking with warm rubies. Despite his stomach turning, he stood up and awaited Atemu's approach.

"Shrimp."

Heba glared. He wasn't thrilled to hear that nickname at all. If only he had his own comeback for such a degrading nickname. "What do you want Atemu?" His response wasn't what he expected at all. He'd half expected a sarcastic comeback, Atemu brushing off his question with ease or a conversation shift to one more irrelevant, yet nothing of the sort came, in fact, he found himself suddenly pulled into a trapping embrace. He stood unresponsive for a while, his mind going haywire. But after everything finally clicked, Heba found his arms wrapping around Atemu's frame to bring him closer, his eyes closing at the warm contact.

After a while Heba pulled back, the hug seemed endless and he was aware of all the stares that were being sent their way. He let his arms drop to his side, noting Atemu's hurt expression at the loss of contact. Heba raised an eyebrow, his behaviour was odd, if not bizarre. "Atemu?" His voice was softly spoken, he didn't want anybody else to hear their conversation especially not his parents who were staring at them with interest.

"I've just been sent a text." Was his quick and cut short reply. He shoved his hands in his pocket, his posture straightening from their previous hug.

"And.." He pushed in hopes to receive a quick answer. Why would Atemu tell him about his parents sending a text?

"I'm going to Egypt."

His immediate reaction was to step back and keep space between their bodies. For some reason those words struck a cord, yet he doesn't know how long, whether it's a possibility he could be leaving for good or not. "Define going?"

Atemu rolled his eyes "Possibly a couple of months, five at most."

That answer eased him back into his own body, his shoulders relaxing. He let out a sigh of relief, however, the relief was cut short when his mind fully processed how long he'd actually be gone "Nononono.." He shook his head in denial, his hands bawling in fists "Five months! Why so long? Do you have to go?"

Atemu didn't expect that response, he'd half expected a small farewell to be his only answer which is why he jumped straight in and hugged him before he could process the extra warmth surrounding him and break apart. He let off a frown of his own. "It's not an obligation, but I've already accepted the invitation, we should be leaving after school."

"Why so soon!" Heba nearly flinched at his own tone, he didn't understand why he was reacting the way he was. He's enjoyed his short time with Atemu, he'll be gone longer than they've known each other. What if the 'thing' they have together dwindles until there's nothing left between them. What if Atemu meets someone else? Someone who knows what they want?

"Heba.." Atemu spoke soothingly, his voice calm and gentle. "I said five months at most, we may be back in the second month."

Heba still wasn't satisfied. He grabbed Atemu's wrist and dragged him out of the cafeteria so they could have a little privacy. All the stares they were being sent wasn't helping his mood, he was already aggravated almost up to the point of exploding without the extra help. He locked them into a nearby bathroom, his back leaning up against the door.

"Heba, what is the meaning of this?"

Heba couldn't help but notice how much Atemu just sounded like his father, the deep voice, those words exactly on point. He took a deep breath to regain his composure, god was his behaviour abnormal. "Atemu." Was the first time he spoke since they entered the bathroom "I don't want you to go, I know it's selfish but-." He cut himself off, his head bowed.

"But?"

"Nothing."

Atemu glared. He was tired of Heba's unnatural behaviour. One minute shorty hates him with all his being, the next he's begging him to stay nearby? "Your mood swings are starting to piss me off shorty, I don't play games and you my friend are no exception." He continued to glare as he shoved by Heba to approach the door "Speaking of games, I'm not a toy you can play with and later dispose of when I have no more use."

"What no!" He ran in front of the door, his arms spread as a barrier to keep Atemu from making his exit "You don't understand, I'm not using you I'm just confused!"

"About what?" He raised an eyebrow while staying put to hear whatever Heba had to say. He was genuinely intrigued and curious.

Once again Heba bowed his head to avoid eye contact. "All these new feelings I've been experiencing as soon as you entered my life." He let his arms fall by his side, his head still bowed. All in all, he looked like a defeated and vulnerable teen. "I have a clear idea of what these feelings are, but I'm scared."

"Scared of-?"

"I'm scared to act up on them, I'm scared to venture somewhere I've never been before. See you don't understand how I'm feeling because even I don't. I can't pinpoint it, all I can do is try and see where they take me. But once again, I'm scared."

Atemu mentally cringed, he had a clear imagination of what Heba was speaking about and in all honesty he was scared too. "What are you getting at shorty?"

He sighed. Atemu didn't make it easy for him at all. He kicked at the bathroom floor while sorting through his emotions and grasping his thoughts. "I think I like you." He eventually admitted, his cheeks flaming and taking on a red hue.

An eyebrow was slightly raised at Heba's confession. "As in like-like?"

"What are we, children?"

"Possibly so in mind." Atemu clicked his tongue, his eyes sought out Heba's own to detect a particular emotion, but failed miserably from the blank look he received. He had no idea of what to make of anything, he was struggling with how to react.

"So.." Heba clasped his hands behind his back and rocked from side to side, his head bowed just like a child would when getting scolded by their parents. "I guess you don't feel the same way."

Atemu frowned, his hands rubbing the back of his neck in nerves. He could've sworn he was sweating. "I don't think I can give you what you want, I've never been the type of guy to commit to one person, I lose interest easily.. Uh.. But I do like you- Wait no, I like-like you too." He was sure the room turned unbelievably hot, his skin was tingling. "I'd only hurt you in the long run and it's a risk I don't want to take."

He half expected Heba to shout at him or make a fast exit to avoid him. The words Heba spoke shocked him.

"Shouldn't that be my decision? Fuck Atemu! I've just confessed to you, at least give me the time of day."

"I've just told you that-"

"Are you scared Atemu?"

The aforementioned man recoiled back, his eyes wide "Scared of what?"

"Are you scared of commitment? Are you scared that you may love me in the long run?"

Atemu's frown deepened "No."

"Then?" He growled, fists shaking in anger.

"If I hurt you or lose you I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself. Normally I don't let my emotions escape, but with you I couldn't stop them. That's what I'm scared of.. Around you I find it hard to control my urges and I have a strong fear that they could get stronger the more I'm with you. If I can't keep them at bay then-"

He was silenced as soft velvety lips were pressed up against his own, their bodies simultaneously moving until Heba was pinned up against the wall by his more than responsive body. It was sweet and tender, passionate but slow to allow their emotions to seep out for the other to see. He let the kiss continue until he had a feeling their actions would only continue and go down a much more intimate and heated route if they didn't stop. He pulled back, his hands held against the wall as he panted. The kiss was breathtaking, literally.

"I'm sorry Atemu."

Atemu opened his eyes that he didn't know he closed. He shook his head, his posture straightening "N-No.. I should apologize."

Heba titled his head, his hands playing with the hem of his shirt "No, you have no need." He bowed his head "The kiss.. I didn't know what came over me."

BANG BANG

"Heba are you in there?"

Heba closed his eyes "One minute father, I'm fine."

"If you're sure, your mother was worried."

"Tell her not to worry, I'll be out in a minute." When he got a small hum in response, he knew his father got the message and left to assure his wife. Turning back to Atemu, he gave one of his sheepish smiles "I guess I should go, is this goodbye?"

Atemu's eyes softened, his whole body tingling with different emotions. He had one small solution that could keep them together, he had no idea if Heba would agree. "Come with me?"

"Pardon?" Heba's eyes widened "Run that by me again."

"Look short stuff.. We have a house in Egypt that has a rage of guests rooms where you could bunk if you agree to come with. I could give my parents a call, I'm more than sure they'd be happy to have you tag along."

Heba's eyes lit up, his hopes rising "I could come, your parents wouldn't mind?" The light in his eyes soon dissipated when a thought occurred "My parents.. I don't think they'd allow it."

"Then let's go and ask them, who knows?" Before Heba could protest, he grabbed his wrist and dragged them out the bathroom in search for the lovey dovey couple. They found them but a few minutes later making out in the hallway.

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Heba felt all jittery, his stomach turning as they approach territory he's never been before. He glanced over at Atemu who was focusing on the building as it gradually grew near. They hadn't conversed much on their journey, nor have they shared many glances. After their little talk inside the school bathroom, they had tracked down Heba's parents with little effort and instantly told them about their small talk involving Egypt. To Heba's surprise they didn't put up much of a fight like he had first expected. True, they protested, but their protests soon died down to defeat. They couldn't deny their son of anything.

However, they didn't let everything slide before threatening Atemu to look after their son and keep him safe. 2/5 months is too long for comfort, but they promised they would come to visit whether Atemu's parents liked the sudden intrusion or not.

They can be stubborn.

"Why didn't your parents just phone up my parents and make an agreement of sorts?"

That deep voice sliced through Heba's thoughts, amethyst eyes locking on questioning ruby. "I'm not sure, I guess it didn't cross their minds."

His response was a small grunt "We're here." He shrugged his school jacket off while using his hand to open the front door. He gestured for Heba to follow him inside and take off his coat. He knew they'd be leaving soon, but that would be in an hours time.

Heba placed his coat on the rack while kicking his shoes off and leaving his suitcase by the door. He couldn't help his eyes as they explored the room they were in. It looked surprisingly cozy for a hallway. Many pictured adorned the walls, family photos he presumed. Above a white beautifully carved table sat a decent sized mirror that appeared to be fingerprint free, as if newly placed. The flooring seemed to be a white marble, freshly polished and smooth. He's sure he could see his reflection from where he stood. As he moved his gaze, he came face to face with a woman that offered him a dazzling smile. Not expecting the newcomer, he let out a manly shriek.

Or so he thought.

"Therethere." The woman chuckled, her ebony hair dancing with her movements. "I didn't mean to scare you young one."

"No.." He bowed his head "It's fine, I didn't see you approach." As he raised his head he immediately noticed another figure behind the woman that snuck up on him moments ago.

As if catching on to Heba's thoughts, Atemu decided to intervene. "This is my mother Amy and my father Zak. Mother, father, this is Heba."

"Heba." The woman, Amy, held a finger to her chin "Now, that name sounds familiar to me, does it ring a bell honey?"

The guy who was deemed as 'honey' shook his head, his own finger towards his chin as if to imitate the female "It does, maybe Atemu has mentioned him before?"

"Maybe." She shrugged it off and gave Heba a huge welcoming smile "Oh wow, it's so good to have you joining us, Atemu never brings anyone home!"

Heba gave an innocent smile, his eyes glinting. He already likes Atemu's parents, they're so sweet. "Thank you for having me here."

"It's nothing." Zak brought the unsuspecting teen into a hug, his hands rubbing at his hair in a noogie when he made a shift "You must be dear to our son."

When Heba was released he could've sworn there was a small hint of a blush gracing Atemu's cheeks, but had no time to ponder it as said male changed the subject "So, when are we leaving? Heba's suitcase is by the door, we made sure to stop by his house first to collect all his necessities."

"In an hour. I thought you boys would be hungry so I decided to cook something up."

"Wonderful." Atemu gave his mother a grateful smile, his arms stretching behind his back. "If you don't mind, I'll be taking a shower. If dinner is ready before I'm finished can you place it in the microwave?"

"Sure thing hot stuff, don't be too long."

Heba watched the pair converse, his eyebrows raising when Amy called her son 'hot stuff'. Atemu gave him a look as if to say 'You'll get used to it' before disappearing down the corridor and up the stairs. Heba nodded to himself and stared off in the distance. He felt unbelievably lonely now that Atemu was gone.

Geez, what is he turning into?

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I've been neglecting writing again D;

Sorry guys xD

I have so many story Ideas that I want to publish, but the stories I have up right now are my main priority so I'll try and update asap =]

('.')/