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Chapter Seven: A Small Realization
Emil's hand quickly went to the left side of his neck.
A HICKEY!, Emil screeched in his mind, when did I ever get that?
"Ummm…," the boy mumbled out as his face quickly flushed rosy red, "I actually have no idea…"
Wolfe leaned in closer to get a better look at his neck. The boy he was getting closer to wasn't very comfortable with that.
"W-What are you doing!" Emil squeaked out scooting back towards the tree.
"Relax, Emil," Wolfe said with a gentle smile, "I just want to get a better look."
"A-At my neck? What for!"
"Just let me see!"
Emil was cornered. He was sitting at the base of a thick tree trunk, his knees close to his chest. Wolfe moved in, looming over Emil as he lowered his head to have a closer inspection of the red kiss mark on the blonde's neck. The red mark was very faded, almost back to a normal skin color. It was almost non-existent. He wouldn't even have noticed the little hickey if he wasn't checking Emil's neck out. Wolfe then had another brilliant idea.
He whispered into the younger boy's ear quietly and almost hesitantly, "Can I replace it?"
"EMIL!"
Richter sprinted to the tree like he was being chased by rabid fan girls. The red-headed man grabbed the collar of the athlete's uniform and almost threw him into the school wall.
"Emil," he panted, out of breath from running, "did he do anything to you?"
Emil just started at Richter. He never saw Richter this frantic about…anything.
Emil just shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving Richter's face. He watched as relief flooded his eyes.
"That's good," he sighed out in relief. He then turned to the tennis player, his expression cold and glaring with anger. Wolfe was dusting himself off when he was once again grabbed by the collar and lifted into the air. He gasped in surprise, his hands quickly going to his neck as Richter shoved him into the wall, knocking the wind out of him.
"If you dare to ever get close to Emil again," Richter whispered dangerously, his cold gaze completely unfazed, "You will have an early grave. Do you understand?"
Wolfe, equally unfazed by Richter's anger, replied back with equal intensity, "I understand completely. But I will not give him up."
Richter just scowled and threw him to the ground, "It's your life."
Emil was still sitting at the base of the tree, frozen with both fear and shock. What was going on?
"R-Richter?" he asked quietly, "What's wrong?"
The man responded with a quick glace towards the blonde, then muttering something Emil couldn't hear. He tried to get to his feet but stumbled a bit; his legs were still a bit shaky and unsteady after the small fright he experienced.
Richter was quickly next to his side, ignoring the now-dusty athlete picking himself off the ground.
"I'll take you to the dorms."
"B-But what about my classes a-and rehearsal after school?", the angel fretted.
"What are your classes?" Richter asked, "I'll get the notes and the homework for you."
"B-But…"
"No buts."
Emil had to flinch at that, and almost muttered another unnecessary apology, but he kept his mouth shut. Richter didn't notice his silent apology. If he did, then he didn't acknowledge it. He grabbed the still-shaking Emil by his wrist and practically dragged him away from the scene.
Wolfe simply sighed. He was expecting a jealous outburst from Richter, but man that hurt! He adjusted his messed-up shirt collar and looked down to the base of the tree. Emil's lunchbox was sitting half eaten under the shade of the swaying oak. He smiled.
Looks like God gave me another shot.
dOoOb
After Richter escorted Emil to their room, Emil was left alone as Richter wordlessly left to return to the school.
And Emil was bored.
Very bored.
In his boredom, he took the time to look at his neck to see the faded hickey residing on his neck. Just how did he get this little mark anyway? He didn't have a lover right now. The only incident which could have caused this would be when Richter was…
Oh.
Emil shook away the blood rushing to his face as he tried to reason it out in his head. Richter wouldn't do that! He still gives him the cold shoulder sometimes. But what about that incident at lunch? He's never acted that way before. At least in front of Emil.
The more he thought about it, the more confused he got. What does this all mean! Did Richter really give him the hickey? He had his head in his hands at his desk, just moaning in frustration.
Just then, Richter opened the door without warning, holding a paper shopping bag. He held the bag out to a slightly embarrassed Emil.
"It's the notes and the homework for your last classes," Richter stated, "We have no rehearsal today because Alice suddenly needed a chauffer."
Emil nodded. He was bursting with questions for Richter, but was too scared to ask him. In his mind, Richter could explode in anger at any time, and Emil did not want to be shouted at by him right now, so he kept silent. But he fidgeted. Uncomfortably and uncontrollably, Emil kept on twiddling his fingers, squirming in his seat, AND deciding that the floor and Richter's face were the most interesting things on the planet.
Of course, Richter noticed this, and it was getting on his nerves.
After ten minutes of Emil-fidgeting, Richter kept his eyes on his homework, but called out to Emil, asking, "What do you want to say?"
Emil jumped in his seat and suddenly found his homework fascinating.
"U-Umm…," he started, "C-Can I ask a question?"
"You already did."
"Oh… sor- oh, I mean… nevermind…"
"Just say it," Richter said with annoyance, still not looking up from his assignment.
Emil's face reddened considerably as he muttered out his question. Very quietly.
"What did you say? Speak up."
"U-Umm…," Emil started out again, this time adding a little more volume, "D-Did you give me a h-h-hickey?"
At this, Richter looked up from his work, eyes widening a bit in surprise. He didn't expect that question to pop up out of the blue, and he certainly didn't expect that now.
After being shocked for a few moments, Richter's expression went serious.
"…I did," he replied, his face starting to have small traces of pink.
"W-Why?" Emil asked, his curiosity getting the better of him again.
"Why do you think?" Richter asked, wondering if his angel would get the hint. Unfortunately, his wish did not come true.
"I… I don't know…," Emil replied, his head bowing, "Sorry."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to apologize so excessively?"
"O-Oh, I'm so- wait, I… um… sorry."
Once again, Richter had to gently tell Emil that it was okay, that he wasn't mad at him. Emil just nodded his bowed head. This routine was seriously getting old.
"The reason why I gave you a… hickey," Richter said to regain Emil's attention, "was because I –"
"Emil, you forgot your lunchbox!" Wolfe interrupted while opening the door uninvited. Richter was definitely not pleased with his interruption.
"Oh… thank you," said Emil as his lunchbox was returned to him.
Wolfe took a glance at Richter's glaring face and smirked. It was going to be so fun stealing this little princess away.
"By the way," Wolfe called out to Emil as he was closing the door, "your lunch was delicious! Could you make some of that food for me someday?"
"S-Sure!" replied Emil with a bit of surprise. No one has ever complimented his food before, but maybe that was because he didn't let anyone try it.
Wolfe gave Emil one more goofy smile before closing the door.
Richter was definitely going to murder him.
Yesssss… another chapter is done.
AND I DIDN'T PROCRASTINATE THIS TIME!
...but it's a bit short. Sorry, readers.
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