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Keizou sat on the ground, dazed. "What… What the hell just happened?" He used a hand to scrape off the cum that had involuntarily sprayed on his face and held it out in front of him. It was sticky and a translucent white in color. He watched as it slowly slipped down his hand and began to drip from his fingers. Ever curious he gave it a quick sniff. The scent was very faint, but he found it to be similar to the smell of the bath house on a somewhat crowded day.

"It doesn't look like pee, and it doesn't smell like pee. But it has to be pee. I mean, it came out of his chinko!" He played with it a bit, stretching and swirling it, creating thin bands of cum that stretched across his finger and then quickly broke apart. Growing bored of this mysterious substance he wiped the remainder of it onto the grass beside him and laid down onto his back with a loud sigh.

His mind couldn't quite process all of Keita's reactions throughout the whole ordeal. He just wanted to compare his body with Keita's. What was so wrong about them getting naked together? Sure, they had never taken a bath together, but they were both boys so he didn't see why Keita had so much trouble doing so.

And what was with all the sounds Keita was making? He hadn't given much thought to at the time, but was Keita in pain? Was what he did to him hurting him? He closed his eyes. Instead of darkness all he could see was Keita's crying face plastered on the inside of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and pounded his fist against the ground. Not only did he once again watch on as an important friend ran away from him crying, but he also was the one that caused it.

"I… I was supposed to be Guts Kamen." Tears began to well in his eyes. "I was supposed to be able to protect everyone, to be the friend of everyone in the world. And I can't even be a good enough friend to those important to me." Slamming his fist repeatedly into the ground tears began to stream down his face. He continued to lie on the ground, the feelings of the rocks that had embedded themselves into his still naked body and the sun that tried to melt him balling up in his chest and being pushed out in choked sobs.

Suddenly he jumped up, wiped off the debris from his body, and got dressed. Wiping the tears from his eyes he looked up to the sky and let out a guttural scream, letting out all his pent up frustrations. He slapped his hands against his face a few times. 'What use is there wallowing in self-pity and wondering what I could've done better,' he thought to himself. That was the old him. The new him wouldn't be brought done by a single mistake. Holding onto the hope that Keita would come back someday, he ran into his tree house and began to sew.

Kanchi felt slightly cold as he groggily woke up and realized that Keita was no longer latched to his back. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up and looked over at Keita. He was sprawled across the bed, still asleep with a content smile and drool sneaking out of a corner of his mouth. Both his pajama shirt and pants had slid around a bit in his sleep revealing a small portion of his belly and the waistband of his underwear. Kanchi quietly giggled at his friend, amazed at even in sleeping Keita was stereotypically normal.

Without much thought he laid his head on Keita's chest and lightly wrapped his arm around Keita's waist, just quietly laying there with him as he slept. He closed his eyes and listened to Keita's heartbeat and felt his warm belly rise and fall with his breathing.

Up until last night he never really thought too much about his love for Keita. For all the years he had known him he loved him as an irreplaceable friend. They helped each other through hard times, had a lot of good laughs, gotten in tons of trouble together. But up until the previous night he was nothing but a friend. Now Kanchi had begun to realize just how much more Keita meant to him. He could still feel Keita's lips pressed onto his own. He pulled himself closer to Keita and intertwined one of his legs with one of Keita. He felt himself melting into the boy he held onto, wanting no more than just to stay there fovever.

Still laying on Keita's chest, Kanchi swiveled his head around to look at Keita's sleeping face again. He was met with Keita's gaze. "Mornin' Kanchi. Sleep well?" Kanchi jumped and quickly scrambled to the other side of the bed.

Kanchi chuckled nervously and blushed. "Soooo you were awake this whole time."

"Mhm."

"Then why didn't you say something?"

"It was nice to wake up to you holding me instead of the other way around. What, did you want me to throw you off?"

"Yeah. Well. No." He averted his eyes from Keita's and began to fidget. "Well, I mean I kinda thought you wouldn't be okay with it, seeing as how you might have all that stuff from yesterday on your mind. I only meant to stay there for a minute." He frowned. "I'm sorry. I just lost track of the time and-"

"Oh shut up." Keita grabbed Kanchi and pulled him on top of himself, their faces inches apart from each other. He smiled mischievously. "You don't see me complaining do you?" He pressed his forehead lightly against Kanchi. "Don't be so uptight about something like that. That's a part of your personality that I've never liked. You don't think about yourself often enough." He pulled back and looked Kanchi in the eyes again. "I like the impulsive Kanchi you showed me last night.

Kanchi gave Keita a quick peck on lips. "Something like that?"

"Mhm, just like that." Still on top of Keita, Kanchi shifted his body down to where his head was once again on Keita's chest and wrapped his arms around his waist and Keita held him in return. The two boys spent a few more moments silently in each other's arms, simply enjoying each other's presence. "I'm glad you're small Kanchi. Having you on top of me like this doesn't hurt at all. Imagine if I ended up doing something like this with Kuma? I'd be crushed."

Both boys burst out laughing and Kanchi rolled off back on to the bed. "Yikes, I don't even want to think about it," Kanchi exclaimed. "Kuma's not even my type."

"Speaking of which, when I asked you if you liked boys last night, y'know, if you were gay, why did you say maybe? Is it a choice? Do I only like boys because I just decided I did?"

Kanchi mulled the question over in his head for a moment. "Hmm, how should I explain it? It's not a choice, or at least I like to think it's not. I know I like boys, but I'm not sure if I might like girls too. I mean, I never had sleep overs like this or hung out with girls a lot right? Who's to say I won't like doing stuff like that with them? I can't turn away a possibility without testing it."

Keita giggled. "That's so like you Kanchi, just one calculation and question after another. I feel like you could benefit from being a bit simpler like me."

"You mean more average?" Keita jabbed Kanchi lightly in the ribs with his elbow. "I'm joking, I'm joking. I understand what you're saying." He propped himself up on his elbow and stared lovingly at Keita. "Not everything in this world needs an equation and a test. We don't have to write out all the numbers to know that one plus one equals two. What about you Keita? I know you said you were definitely gay last night, but what about Fumi? Why did you always make so much fuss over her?"

"Well, all the guys in her class thought she was pretty, so maybe somewhere in the back of my mind I decided that I liked her because I was supposed to. Or maybe I really do like her. I'm not too sure, but just being here like this with you makes me think it was all in my head."

"Don't think about it too hard. Like I said I'm not trying to make you stay on one side or the other."

Keita gripped onto Kanchi's hand. "I know. But I also know for sure I like, no, love, all this. I love being with you. For a simple boy like me, that's enough." The two boys sat up and hugged each other. "So are we, like, b-boyfriends now?"

Kanchi shook his head and Keita frowned. "Don't take it the wrong way. I really, really like you. And it's for that very reason I don't want to rush labels onto anything. If there's one thing I've learned from anime and manga is that love should never be rushed. So I want to take things slowly. We're definitely not just friends anymore though; we're so much more than that." Keita still looked a bit bummed out. "Is that okay? I don't want to hurt your feelings, but-"

Keita quickly shook his head as if to clear it. "No no, it's okay. You're right. Let's take this slow." Keita leaned in and tried to be the one that initiated a kiss for once, but his belly grumbled loudly. He quickly pulled back and blushed.

"Way to kill the mood," Kanchi chuckled. He hopped out of bed and pulled Keita to his feet. "C'mon, let's get some breakfast." The two boys walked downstairs and to the house's kitchen. "What sounds good to you?"

"Cereal or something else easy would be fine."

"What, don't think I can cook?"

"No, it's not that. I just don't want to be any trouble is all."

"Oh hush, you're a guest in my house, let me make you something."

"Fine, fine. How about eggs and bacon then?"

"Geez Keita, even your taste buds are average." Keita puffed his face in a pout. "But if that's what you really want then I'll make you something that'll blow your socks off." Kanchi quickly got to work. He turned on the stovetop, placed a pan from a nearby rack on top, and set some bacon within it. While the bacon began to pop and sizzle he whipped up a mixture of eggs, cubed ham, red peppers, and some herbs Keita couldn't identify. He set another pan on the now hot stove stop and poured some of the mixture into it. Keita watched as he skillfully managed both pans. Soon he brought a full plate of bacon and two plates of large, fluffy omelets to the nearby dining table. "Breakfast is served." He motioned for Keita to sit down. "What do you want to drink? I have OJ and milk. I can even make coffee if that's your thing."

"Milk is fine." Kanchi poured two glasses of milk, brought them to the table, and sat down with Keita.

"Dig in! There's more than enough to go around."

Keita picked up his fork and began to cut into his omelet, but stopped half-way through. "Hey Kanchi, do you have any ketchup. I usually put some on eggs when I have them at home."

Kanchi opened his mouth as if to protest but instead sighed and let out a chuckle. "I think I've played the straight man enough today." Keita tilted his head in confusion. "Let me get it for you." He got up and pulled the ketchup bottle out of the fridge and brought it to Keita. Instead of handing it over though he popped open the lid and began to squeeze it out himself. He wrote Keita's name on the omelet and surrounded it with a heart.

"What, is this a maid café? Are you going to start calling me master?"

Kanchi winked and gave Keita a grin. "Maybe." Keita gave a huge smile back, and the two boys began to eat their food.

"This is amazing Kanchi! I never knew you were such a good cook."

Kanchi blushed. "It's nothing, really. There's been plenty of times I've had to cook for myself, so just picked up a few simple things here and there."

"Don't downplay yourself so much. This is a lot better than anything I could make, trust me. I definitely want to try hard to become your boyfriend if it means I get meals like this."

Kanchi's face was beaming. "Thank you. Now let's hurry up and finish eating. I can hear that game calling our names."

"That's right, I totally forgot." The two boys quickly ate their food, tossed their dirty dishes into the sink, and rushed back upstairs looking forward to making most of the rest the weekend they had to be alone together.