Memories
February, Two Years Ago
Shinji shivered and cranked his heater up a bit more, silently hoping the thing wouldn't blow up and kill everyone in the building. The duct work creaked and groaned and he frowned before shaking his head and ignoring it. At least he'd die warm, he thought to himself as he made his way back to the kitchen to stir his noodles. It had taken some time but he had finally gotten good enough not to turn his ramen into a thick sticky mess, though that really wasn't something to be all that proud of, as Nnoitra had pointed out to him on many occasions. Being twenty three and just learning how to fix proper prepackaged ramen was actually kind of sad according to that man. A small smile twitched his lips when he thought about him.
He had never expected things to turn out like this, or even close to this, but there he was. Nnoitra still kept some of his things in Grimmjow's spare bedroom but he always came back to Shinji's apartment. Maybe not every night, and he still liked to disappear from time to time, but mostly he was there, flipping channels on the television, playing the Xbox Shinji had gotten from his mother for Christmas or bugging Shinji until he got what he wanted. Mostly the fighting now was for show, Shinji's inability to give up on his attitude and Nnoitra loving the fact that even though Shinji still fought him, he would always give in now. Eventually. After over two years of hard work and more patience than he knew he had, he finally had Shinji completely his. And Shinji, for his part, couldn't be happier.
The front door opened and Nnoitra walked through, covered head to toe in dirt and sweat. Shinji didn't bother looking at him and instead focused on not burning his dinner. A long arm curled around his upper chest and pulled him back into Nnoitra's dirt covered one.
"Let go! You'll get dirt in my food, baka." Shinji complained.
Nnoitra chuckled and bit the top of his ear. "I'll just eatcha tanight anyway so don't worry 'bout food fer you."
Shinji snorted and stirred his noodles. "Ya smell."
Nnoitra nuzzled his neck and bit at the underside of Shinji's jaw. "Ya love it."
He took a deep breath, Nnoitra's pungent smell filling him and Shinji realized not for the first time that he actually did like that smell. Not too often, and not in large quantities, but he liked it nonetheless. It was Nnoitra through and through. Dirt, sweat, cigarettes and something… almost sweet hiding underneath it all. Nnoitra nibbled his way to Shinji's chin before licking it and sucking Shinji's bottom lip into his mouth. He didn't give Shinji time to enjoy it, however, and instead pulled back enough to lick the side of Shinji's face from jaw line to eyebrow before rubbing his dirty cheek against his.
"Wha… Ew! That's fuckin' gross asshole!" Shinji cried out, pushing Nnoitra off him to wipe furiously at his face.
Nnoitra laughed loudly and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. "Thought ya liked it when I licked ya." He taunted with a wide grin.
"Not like that." Shinji grumbled back, only managing to smear dirt over his face in his attempt to clean himself. He snatched the cigarettes out of Nnoitra's hand and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. "Go get clean." He demanded.
"Such a bossy little bitch." Nnoitra mumbled, grin still on his face, as he walked to the bathroom. "Right, when I get clean I want somethin' ta eat."
"Fix it yerself!" Shinji called out after him but pulled down a bowl for Nnoitra nonetheless.
Nnoitra just laughed and slammed the bathroom door. He didn't take long in the shower, he never did and yet was still fresh and clean, and soon was back out in the living area, rubbing one towel furiously through his long black hair with another wrapped loosely at his waist. Shinji sent him a curious look over his shoulder and frowned.
"Take that damn patch off."
Nnoitra rolled his uncovered eye and shook his head. It had been about three months prior that Shinji had confessed that he actually liked the way Nnoitra looked "unmasked". The younger man had crawled right up into his lap and reached behind his head, untying the knot of the bandana that covered his injured eye.
"I wanna see all of you" Shinji had whispered as he revealed the half-scarred face.
Nnoitra had tried to turn away but Shinji had grabbed his face roughly before leaning forward and placing a single kiss against his cheek along the endpoint of the longest scar. Nnoitra had shivered and closed his eyes. He didn't like that, didn't like anyone touching him there and he wanted to throw Shinji off him but he couldn't get his arms to move.
"Did I ever tell ya scars and tattoos get me hot?" Shinji breathed over Nnoitra's cheek. "'Specially on the face."
When the tip of Shinji's tongue had flicked out and touched his scars he hadn't been sure if he wanted to laugh, throw the younger man off him, or sit back and let him do whatever he wanted. He couldn't believe that his scars were still so sensitive. After that time Shinji tried to at least get Nnoitra to stop wearing his bandana over his eye when they were together but Nnoitra still rarely conceded. Old habits died hard.
"Not tanight." He sat heavily on the couch, the long day of work finally catching up to him.
Shinji was suddenly next to him, placing two bowls of food on the small coffee table. "Please? Ya know I hate that thing."
"Take it off yerself then."
Shinji sighed and tossed his hair over his shoulder. "Fine." He said before straddling Nnoitra's thighs and pushing his upper body back into the couch with a hand placed in the middle of his chest. He reached up then with his free hand and slid a single finger under the flap of fabric, slowly sliding it up and over Nnoitra's head before tossing it carelessly to the floor. The eye itself was slightly dull and lifeless looking, though Nnoitra had said that he could still see some things, mostly silhouettes and shadows. The scars were deep and tore through Nnoitra's eyebrow, down over his eyelid and stopped at an angle on his cheekbone. Shinji bent forward and kissed the longest of the scars before sitting back and grinning widely.
"Happy now?" Nnoitra grumbled and let his hair fall in his face.
"I will be when ya brush yer hair and keep it outta yer face." Shinji stood and thrust a bowl of noodles into Nnoitra's hands. "Eat."
"What's on tonight?" Nnoitra asked, sitting comfortably back on the couch as he began to flip through channels.
"My show's on."
"No way. I ain't watchin' yer girly…."
"Not that one! I toldja, 'cause ya paid extra fer the DVR I record that one and watch it when ya ain't home." Shinji slurped his noodles before continuing. "Tonight is reruns of Gaki no Tsukai."
Nnoitra grinned at the mention of the hilarious game show. "Alright then."
He hadn't realized just how comfortable and strange things had gotten between Shinji and him until about six months ago when Grimmjow had pointed it out to him. The four of them, Nnoitra, Grimmjow, Ichigo and Shinji, had decided to take a trip to the beach to spend the day relaxing. Nnoitra hadn't really been thinking about anything deep at the time so the fact that he had spent a good three hours walking up and down the beach just talking with Shinji and eventually tossing him in the water before making out on the sand as the waves washed over them didn't seem like a big deal. Ichigo had insisted on driving his own car and at the end of the day Shinji had opted to go spend a little time with him for the drive back, Nnoitra riding with Grimmjow.
About ten minutes into the drive Grimmjow spoke up. "So yer gettin' pretty close to Blondie there."
"Tch. So?"
Grimmjow shrugged and cracked his neck. "Still tryin' to figure out how serious you are about this one."
"God damn that Kitty Bitch turned ya into a fuckin' chick. What, we gonna start having deep conversations over tea and… what's that shit they eat with tea in England?"
"Crumpets?"
"Ha! Yeah. What a stupid word."
"Yer dodgin'."
Nnoitra sighed. "I don't get what the big deal is. Blondie and me're just havin' fun."
"I know love when I see it, Nnoi." Grimmjow said, eyes staring forward on the road but voice low and serious.
"Fuck you. What, just 'cause we like fuckin' around that means we're in…? Nah, fuck that. Ya really need to get yer head checked and make sure ya still got a dick, talkin' all this romantic shit…." He trailed off, looking uncomfortably out the window.
"I mean, I kinda thought there for a moment," Grimmjow continued, louder now, as if Nnoitra hadn't spoken. "That you and Szayel might be actually feeling feelings for each other but yer totally different with Shinji. It's… well it's fuckin' weird." He chuckled.
"If you keep talkin' about feelin's I'mma force the car off the road, toss ya out and tell yer Bitch ya took off." Nnoitra grumbled and ignored him for the rest of the trip.
But the conversation hadn't left his mind. Each night with Shinji he thought about it, about how much their relationship had changed over their time together, how much he looked forward to seeing the blond every day. How much actual time they spent together not having sex. It wasn't that they didn't do it anymore, by any means, it was just not top priority anymore. When he realized this something squeezed his chest tight as if willing him not to think any more. The harder he tried not to think about it the worse the pain got. Slowly, the pain faded to warmth until he got used to it completely. By that time he could only admit to one thing, and this only to himself. Yes, he was getting rather serious about Shinji.
And it scared the hell out of him.
But tonight he was content. Nnoitra was usually an in-the-moment kind of guy anyway. After they finished their meal Shinji brushed Nnoitra's hair before pushing him onto the floor in front of the couch, slinging his legs over Nnoitra's shoulders as he sat perched on the couch behind him and proceeded to massage every inch of his scalp and neck. To Nnoitra this was the closest thing to fucking one could get without actually doing anything. Shinji pressed in all the right spots, stayed just as long as he needed to before moving to another hard bit of muscle. It wasn't long before the coffee table was pushed out of the way and the futon was pulled out for Nnoitra to lay on as Shinji attacked his back. The first time this had happened the massage hadn't lasted very long before Nnoitra was pinning Shinji to the futon to engage in another sort of activity. And that behavior continued to that day; the massages never lasting longer than it took for one or the other to get turned on enough to switch up the tempo.
"Damn, yer all tight in here." Shinji said through his teeth as he dug his thumbs into a knot underneath Nnoitra's shoulder blade.
Instead of answering Nnoitra groaned and felt himself melt further into the futon. Blondie had great hands and he definitely knew how to use them. As he worked his way down the muscles of Nnoitra's back he watched the chaos on the television, his hands pausing briefly so he could laugh before returning to their task. When thin thumbs pressed harshly into the under side of Nnoitra backside he gave a grunt and looked behind him.
"I toldja to warm me before ya do that part."
Shinji smirked an cocked an eyebrow at him. "Well I worked slowly down to it so I thought ya'd take the hint. Sorry." He added, not sounding sorry in the least.
He placed a hand on the back on Nnoitra's head and pushed him back to the futon with a grin. Nnoitra didn't bother fighting back and instead broached a subject he hoped wasn't going to lead to an argument. Shinji seemed to be in a good mood tonight and it was one of those rare occasions where neither one of them had to be up early in the morning so they could play for as long as they wished that night. However, if he didn't say anything and Shinji found out about it all later, he was sure he'd have to listen to him bitch about it for days. And Shinji could bitch better than a woman and for longer periods of time too.
"Aizen asked me to do another job today." He started, trailing off in a groan when Shinji's thumbs pressed into the backs of his thighs.
He paused in his ministrations before continuing. "Oh really?"
"He's never asked me to do anything before."
Shinji scoffed. "Bullshit, he's always…."
"No," Nnoitra interrupted. "He's always tellin' me to do shit. It was weird to be asked." He said off handedly.
"And?" He asked impatiently. If Nnoitra was about to tell him he was taking off again it would most definitely ruin their night together.
"I told him that if he could use someone else he could count me out."
He was surprised by that answer and to cover that he snapped out, "Why are you so formal with that man?"
"Che, like it or not I am a criminal. I do work as a grunt for a yakuza boss. Anyway, I ain't goin' so don't get all bitchy on me."
"I wasn't!" Shinji defended, his voice too loud.
"Were too. Even if I couldn't see that stupid pout on yer face I could hear it in yer voice." Nnoitra shot back.
"So why aren't ya goin' this time? I thought ya loved those jobs." He asked in a snippy tone.
Nnoitra shrugged and sighed. "Ain't sick of ya yet."
Shinji melted at the words and returned to his task of massaging Nnoitra. He couldn't help but go all soft and romantic when he said things like that, even if they were offhanded comments. As he worked his fingers back up Nnoitra's back he let his body stretch out over him, pressing himself close. After touching Nnoitra all over and hearing that he wasn't in fact leaving him, had actually volunteered information without prompt, he was suddenly in the mood for something more. He placed a kiss between Nnoitra's shoulder blades and worked his way up to the back of his neck before sinking his teeth into skin and tissue.
"I want you inside me so bad." He breathed, licking a line from the back of Nnoitra's neck to his shoulder.
Nnoitra smirked at the change in Shinji's mood. "Oh yeah?"
"Mmm, yeah."
"Whaddya gonna do about it?" He asked, shifting his weight.
"First," Shinji started, once again licking Nnoitra's neck before continuing. "I'mma take all my clothes off."
"Mmm?" He definitely liked where this was going.
"Then I'mma spread my legs as wide as they can go…," Tongue glided along the outer edge of Nnoitra's ear before teeth pulled at the lobe. "And let ya do whatever ya want to me."
Shinji sat back and pulled his shirt over his head before standing and letting his lounge pants fall to the floor. Nnoitra rolled over and looked up just in time to see the pants fall and take in a good view of a very nude Shinji standing before him. He smirked and licked his lips at the sight, leaning back on his elbows to see what would happen next. Shinji sat back down on the futon, his back against the front of the couch and let his legs fall open, his hardening cock drawing most of Nnoitra's attention. That was until Shinji shifted his hips and spread his legs further, slowly inching them apart to reveal himself more fully. He grinned as he looked up and caught Nnoitra's smile.
"Like whatcha see?" Shinji asked as he cocked an eyebrow at the bigger man.
Nnoitra snorted. "Dunno. Can't see all of it yet."
Shinji reached underneath himself with both hands and gripped his ass before slowly pulling the cheeks apart. He bit his lip as he watched Nnoitra watch him and lick his lips at the sight.
"Better?" He asked, panting a little now as his arousal grew.
"Almost." Nnoitra husked, massaging himself beneath the towel still covering his waist.
Letting go, Shinji brought both hands up to his mouth and sucked one of his middle fingers all the way in before repeating the action with the middle finger of his other hand. Once the digits were covered in saliva he replaced them back at his entrance and pressed them both in, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. When they were in to the second knuckle Shinji stopped and pulled himself open, his eyes opening once more to look up at Nnoitra.
"Yeah…." He scooted closer and loomed over Shinji, a hungry grin on his face. "Yer such a dirty slut sometimes."
"Enjoy it." Shinji tossed back with a smirk.
"I will." Nnoitra replied with a wide grin.
"What are ya gonna do?" Shinji whispered, his own eyes reflecting Nnoitra's hunger.
"I'mma give a slut what he deserves." He leaned forward and bit the top of Shinji's ear then pulled back so that Shinji could watch him slide a single finger inside his own mouth, wet it and take it out before lowering it to place at Shinji's entrance.
"Are ya gonna hurt me?" He asked in a breathy whisper, almost wishing that tonight Nnoitra would hurt him, if even a little. They hadn't played rough, real rough, in too long.
Nnoitra shoved the finger slowly inside Shinji and curled it, immediately finding his prostate and grinning widely when Shinji's breath caught in his throat. God he loved these games.
"I'mma make ya scream, Blondie."
Shinji shuddered at Nnoitra's words and watched with heavy lidded eyes as Nnoitra reached back with his free and grabbed the box of toys still stored near the television. He flipped the lid open and pulled out two items before pushing the box out of his way and once again looming over the blond. Shinji looked up at him curiously and frowned slightly when he noticed what one of those objects were.
"Oh, please don't gag me." He whined. He had a love hate relationship with that particular toy. In truth he loved hearing himself moan for Nnoitra, it turned him on even more. The gag blocked out the louder noises but the reason why he let Nnoitra do it at all was because of the look in the man's eye when he caught site of Shinji with drool dripping down his chin and heat pooling in his eyes. It was a look that told Shinji that not only did it turn him on and make him want to devour the smaller man, but there was something else hidden there that made Shinji's belly quiver.
Nnoitra smirked. "Much as I love that sweet voice 'a yers I ain't in the mood to have the police called 'cos yer neighbors think I'm killin' ya. Again."
Shinji pouted up at him and pursed his lips. "Kiss me first then."
"So demandin'." Nnoitra teased before complying. He really did love kissing this man.
As his tongue dove into Shinji's mouth, one finger still slowly played with his prostate, flicking, rubbing and massaging. He pulled back enough to watch Shinji's face as he pressed his fingernail lightly into the gland and had he been more aroused the sight and sound of that reaction would have had him messing himself right then and there. Shinji's head flew back and a half pained half surprised yelp left his mouth before turning into a deep throated moan of pleasure as walls of silk clamped around Nnoitra's finger. They had found that particular bit of information out quite by accident but Nnoitra used it as an opening to slip the gag into place.
After securing it he pulled back once again to see Shinji glaring up at him. He chuckled and pulled his finger out of him as he ran his tongue along the edge were lip met neon pink ball.
"Yer mouth is so fuckin' pretty like this." He teased and Shinji raised one hand to flip him the bird. "That ain't nice." He reached for the other item he had grabbed and began to attach it to Shinji's wrist.
The leather cuff slid easily and almost perfectly into place, the short chain that attached it to it's twin was barely a foot long. With the chain cold against his lower back, Shinji shifted his weight and let his other arm go limp so that Nnoitra could attach it. Lightly bound and gagged Nnoitra leaned back to look at Shinji before pulling his legs underneath him and tossing the towel away.
"Turn around and get up on the couch." He commanded in a low tone, not surprised in the least when Shinji practically jumped to do his bidding. Now if only that worked in their everyday life.
Shinji rested his head on the back cushions of the couch, his knees spread wide and his ass tilted up in the air. His arms hung at his sides, the chain connecting the wrist cuffs draped across his lower back. Nnoitra drank in the sight before him before he spoke again.
"Now spread 'em for me."
Not needing to be told what exactly he was supposed to spread, Shinji reached back and once again spread his cheeks wide, his entrance practically twitching in anticipation.
"Don't let go." Nnoitra whispered tauntingly, close enough now to have his breath cause gooseflesh on Shinji's ass.
Shinji moaned and pressed his face into the top of the cushion. Without warning Nnoitra ran his tongue from the base of Shinji's balls to the top of his crack, grinning at the sound the younger man made before pressing the tip inside. He teased Shinji like this for some time, pressing his tongue in just barely before pulling it out to circle the hole and repeating. When Shinji started to back into him he chuckled and bit down on one of those perfectly rounded cheeks. When Shinji stiffened and then immediately melted at the attention Nnoitra drove his tongue in as far as he could make it go and curled it, tasting as much of him as he could.
Shinji was panting now, whines muffled by rubber about all the noise he could make at the moment. Just before he thought he would lose himself Nnoitra stopped and pulled back, standing behind the blond in one surprisingly graceful movement. Again without warning, Nnoitra pressed his hard cock inside Shinji, stopping halfway to take a deep breath. They didn't really need much as far as lubricant went with how loose Shinji was, they had sex everyday he was there even if it was only a quickie, but the friction using saliva caused was enough to make him pause. Not that it didn't feel good, it felt incredible actually.
As always Shinji gave as good as he got, pushing back on that fat cock inside him and swiveling his hips to add to sensation. Nnoitra was all the way in him now, one hand resting in the middle of Shinji's back and the other having dug into Shinji's thick blond hair, pulling his head back as he thrust into him. Pressure and pleasure was building and Nnoitra reached for one of the cuffs holding Shinji's wrist, releasing it and pulling back sharply on his hair.
"Ride me." He commanded, pulling both of them on the floor and maneuvering Shinji into his lap so that his back was facing Nnoitra's chest and his legs were spread widely and bent at the knee over Nnoitra's.
He brought the chain linked cuff behind his back and reattached it to Shinji's wrist before placing both hands on his hips and assisting in the rise and fall. Shinji let his head fall back and his hips undulate as he moved, high moans and muffled wails assaulting Nnoitra's ears as Shinji fucked himself as hard and fast as he could.
"Look at yerself." He husked grabbing Shinji's chin and forcing himself to look at the image reflected in the mirror that had been propped against the wall. "Dirty little bitch, takin' all my cock like that."
Shinji whined as he watched Nnoitra disappear inside him only to reappear moments later. Nnoitra reached down and cupped Shinji's balls, lifting to give an even better view.
"Ah, fuck." His face nuzzled into the side of Shinji's neck.
Shinji, barely aware of what he was doing, reached blindly under the couch as best he could and managed to find the bottle of lube he had shoved under there a week ago. Keeping his hips moving he popped open the cap and spread a glob on his middle finger. Not bothering to close the bottle he moved his hands so that the slicked finger was now gliding slowly between Nnoitra's cheeks. The larger man didn't notice a thing until the tip of Shinji's finger pressed inside him. He stiffened briefly before shifting his weight to give Shinji better access. As it was he wasn't able to go very deep but the effect the action was having on the both of them was enough.
"Ah… ah sh-shit." Nnoitra groaned, sinking his teeth into Shinji's neck briefly before meeting his eyes in the mirror. He wasn't sure that the blond could actually see him through the lust but he looked anyway.
And then it happened. The world seemed to slow as he watched himself in the mirror; watching Shinji, watching everything. The sensations on his body, the fluttering in his chest that had been there for so long now that he had forgotten when it started, everything seemed to coalesce. He felt his cock twitch as Shinji tightened briefly around him and his mouth opened slowly, working as if to form words only to fail. He did this again and again before he closed his eyes and buried his face in Shinji's neck.
"I-I love you."
It was barely a whisper groaned out as his orgasm began but he knew it had been heard. Shinji stopped moving completely, if only for a second, before Nnoitra thrust up into him, his hand stroking Shinji's cock and immediately making him cum. Nnoitra reached up and unsnapped the gag, pulling it out of Shinji's mouth and tossing it on the bed before kissing him deeply. He didn't care that it was overly wet and sloppy. Shinji bit down on his tongue and pressed his own finger deeper inside Nnoitra and finally the larger man came, fist tightening around Shinji's half limp cock and his other hand bruising his hip. Shinji freed himself from the wrist cuffs and turned in Nnoitra's lap, grabbing the sides of his face and forcing him to look at him.
"What did you say?" He asked, his breath still ragged.
Nnoitra blinked at him a few times before frowning and shrugging. It wasn't that he hadn't meant those words, it was just that now that he had said them he really didn't know how to feel. And Shinji's reaction was… unexpected.
"I dunno." Nnoitra feigned ignorance.
Shinji frowned deeply but continued to stare. "Didja mean it?" He asked after a moment, his voice low and serious.
Nnoitra scowled and looked challengingly into Shinji's eyes. "So what if I did?"
For a moment Nnoitra though Shinji was going to cry, his eyes had gotten wide and moist, but before anything else happened Shinji stood up abruptly and walked to the bathroom. Nnoitra frowned after him and ran a hand back through his hair. Now that he was coming down off the sex he was beginning to feel more than a little stupid for blurting something like that out. It may embarrass the hell out of him that he had said girly shit like that first, let alone at all, but it didn't change the fact that that was exactly how he felt. Of course it also made him feel slightly queasy but he was trying to ignore things like that in favor of lowering his heart rate and breathing.
When Shinji came out of the bathroom he was fully dressed and Nnoitra couldn't stop the frown from deepening.
"The fuck you doin' with clothes on?" He asked.
Shinji shifted on his feet and fidgeted with one of the belt loops on his pants. He hadn't even looked at what he was grabbing as he dressed himself.
"I fergot I have shit ta do at the club." He said, avoiding eye contact.
"What the fuck?" Nnoitra said, starting to raise himself off the floor.
Shinji's hands flew out in front of him as if to fend him off and he backed slowly to the door.
"Just… just get some sleep and I'll see ya later, okay?" He said, his voice shaky and slightly panicked.
He reached behind him for the door and opened it without looking. Nnoitra watched as Shinji backed out of the room and wondered at why he wasn't moving to get him. He had just confessed his love for the little shit and he was running away. When the door shut he slumped back against the couch and stared ahead of him, his eyes fixing on nothing. Shinji was supposed to fall all over him and weep tears of joy when Nnoitra said things like that. It was what he had wanted, wasn't it? The queasy feeling in his stomach solidified and grew as the pain in his chest intensified and he realized that he wanted to throw up. Everything was hitting him from all sides now and it was too much for him to take. Great sex, confessing and Shinji running out on him. No, it was too much for him to deal with at the moment. With a sigh he pushed himself off the floor and buried everything as deep as it would go.
After a shower and another quick bite to eat he grabbed a bag full of clothes and locked the apartment door behind him. It looked like he wouldn't have to turn down that job after all.
Shinji ran to the nearest alley way and promptly vomited in a trash can. He hadn't been ready for something like that. Actually he had assumed that Nnoitra would never say that to him and the moment those words tumbled out of his mouth he had panicked. He needed to get away, to breathe, to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. He needed time to think. His head was swimming and he couldn't get his thoughts together enough to do so clearly so he reached for his phone and called the first person that came to mind. He didn't really care who answer first, he just knew that he couldn't go back in there with Nnoitra. Just the thought of it had his stomach churning once again.
"Hello?" A soft feminine voice answered on the third ring.
"Okaachan, can I stay there for the night?"
He couldn't face the man that had just told him he loved him. He couldn't cope or sort through the emotions those words and the person they had come from caused in him. The only thing he wanted to do was run away.
"Aw, baby what happened." Etta asked quietly and Shinji shook his head, leaning back against the alley wall and sliding to the ground.
"I'mma coward, that's what happened, okaachan." More thoughts swirled in the confusion that was inside his head.
That's exactly what he was: a big, stupid coward. He lowered his head to his knees as he waited for his mother to come and make it all better.
A/N YAY! I finally got this finished. It's been a LOOOOOONG week Duckies and I really do apologize for the wait this time. It really wasn't supposed to be this long. Anywho I don't really have anythign to say this time, lol. I really hope you all like this little flashback chapter and I've already kinda started on the next one and hope to have it out soon. The confrontation between two scared little boys... I mean men?, shall ensue!
Hope you enjoy!
~Penny
**Oh yes, Gaki no Tsukai is an awesome show. .com/watch?v=05slC3YC1EA Go there and watch the ass game. Yes you heard me, the ass game. :D**