Haou walked into the beautifully decorated apartment. He listened for the pants…but realized they were his own. He shushed himself and waited for a noise that might be from Jehu. Then he heard a door close. He followed the sound and it led him to a white colored door. He opened it and saw Jehu laying on his bed and breathing heavily. Haou took a step toward his bed and then fell onto the floor. His legs were like jelly now. He couldn't move them at all. His arms landed on Jehu's bed as he breathed heavily. Jehu caught his breath before Haou and he laughed at the tuckered out brunette.
"I notice that you can't walk…how are you going to get home little red riding hood?" Jehu said smirking.
"Shut up." Haou glared at him. "You are so going to die." He was still attempting to catch his breath.
Jehu leaned his head in closer and he could feel Haou's heat. Jehu moved Haou's head up with his fingers and brought his head closer to Haou's face, as if to kiss his soft looking lips. But Jehu stopped smirking when he noticed Haou's eyes were straining and he was blushing wildly. His mouth was open while he panted, desperate for air. Instead of kissing his lips Jehu kissed his cheek and then got up. He then helped the brunette up from the carpeted floor. Haou was standing now and wanted to kill Jehu even more, not only did he make him run until he collapsed, Jehu kissed him! Haou blushed as Jehu walked him home that night.
Once Haou was inside of his house Jehu left the front walk and went home. Jehu smirked happily because he kissed Haou. He was pissed off at him sure, but he didn't hit him. And for Haou that meant he was so dumbfounded that he just couldn't punch him. His body wouldn't allow him to even look at Jehu.
Haou watched as Jehu left his property. He went into the kitchen and got a drink or water. He drank two full glasses and then went upstairs to Judai. Judai was watching the TV in his room.
"Yo." Judai said.
Haou nodded and then left his room. He went to his own and put his back pack on the desk. He decided to do his homework to take his mind off of things…related to Jehu.
Haou breathed in and then sighed. He was done with all of his homework. Now Haou's stomach started to growl. It was time for dinner. He decided to make macaroni and cheese. It was quick and easy. Haou didn't have the instant mac n' cheese so he had to make everything himself. It was easy for him. He had been making Judai's food for years…ever since he was eight. During Thanksgiving, he was the one stuffing the turkey. His mother kept the fridge stocked as long as he made Judai's meals. If he didn't Haou wouldn't eat.
When the food was done he got Judai down stairs and then they scarfed down their dinner. Haou washed the dishes and went back upstairs. Haou grabbed his pajama pants and then went down stairs to the shower. He washed off all of his sweat from this afternoon. He lathered his hair with shampoo and then washed it out. After his hair he washed his body and hopped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and then dried off his hair with another. He got dressed once he was completely dry. Haou walked out of the steamy bathroom and sat on the couch and watched TV for a bit.
A few minutes later he turned off the TV and sighed. Nothing good was ever on. He went up to his room and closed the door. He fell asleep quicker than he anticipated.
Haou walked into the dark room. He saw familiar bronze eyes and glared at the blunette before him. Haou questioned why Jehu was in such a scary place. Normal people would be frightened of such a creepy looking house. Why Haou wasn't scared himself, he will never know. Jehu just looked at Haou and smirked. Then in no time at all Haou was following Jehu into another dark room. He was in a bed room. It looked familiar to him but he couldn't think of where he had seen it. Next Jehu leapt on top of Haou and then landed on the bed. Jehu smirked while Haou's heart beat was in his ears. He struggled to get away but to no avail. Jehu was hunting for something in his pocket now. Haou looked down to see that it was a knife, like the one he had seen the time they first met. Jehu's eyes were dark and filled with hate.
Haou started to feel nervous now because Jehu's knife got closer to his neck. It didn't seem to stop there. Jehu licked his lips as he started to cut Haou's neck a bit. It was just a scratch but at that point Haou was screaming.
"Stop Jehu! Please! Don't…don't hurt me!" Haou pleaded. His eyes were flooded with tears now. He didn't want to die yet. He didn't want to die yet.
Haou woke up breathing heavily. He grabbed at his throat that was unharmed. He felt tears sting his eyes. He thought of how evil Jehu looked in his odd and realistic dream. He felt his heart beat in his ears again. Haou was abnormally hot and he was sweating. He felt something in his stomach. The words: "I don't want to die yet." came flashing back to him suddenly. And perhaps…he didn't, just like in his dream.