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DISCLAIMER: Nah, I don't own Kuroharem. It belongs to Tadatoshi Fujimaki-sensei.
Chapter 2
Never in his twenty years of life, Kise Ryouta had a close relationship with anyone (aside from his parents) before, let alone an alien. Of course, it was cute, reserved, and seemingly to be a harmless alien, but still.
It had been three days since he decided to carry the alien into his house. The blond man had tried his best to take a good care of him; he had changed the alien's tight leather panー clothes with his favourite teddy bear pyjama (n-not that he was some kind of pervert who enjoyed a naked man's body, of course! H-he hadn't stared that long, anyway! Geez!), he had treated the wounds and the colourful bruises all over his body, and he even let the alien to sleep with him on his bed (err, not that because he secretly enjoyed the company, you know!).
The alien finally awoke yesterday night, and much to Kise's relief, he wasn't freaked out or anything (it's actually Kise who screamed like a girl that time) when he knew that he wasn't alone on a stranger's bed. He just stared blankly at the blond man, like what the hell?, but a moment later (after Kise calmed himself down) he tried to speak something similar to "wee don eet hoo-moans" and Kise was pretty sure that this alien was not only harmless, but also cuteー
Errr, anyway, back to the present. The blond man bit his lower lip, staring at the object of his perplexity...
...who was snuggling against his bolster and pillow on his bed at the moment, still in his pink teddy pyjama, and refusing to eat anything he had offered.
The blond let out a sigh, looking at the boy in worry. His left hand was carrying a bowl of soup, a glass of milk in his right hand.
"Come on, little boy. It has been three days, three-fucking-days! You haven't eaten anything since you came here you know!" He tried again, not knowing if the alien would understand his words or notーbut, if those small shakes he got were any indications, he would guess that the smaller boy did understand.
"Do you want something else?" Kise asked in dejected voice, finally put the soup down. A pair of cerulean eyes were staring at him behind the cover, reminding him of a scared little kitten. Kise looked at them, smiling gently. He didn't want to creep the latter out; he genuinely cared for him.
"I know I'm not a good cook, and well... This is all that I have, so..." his own voice trailed off, he let out a sighーbut suddenly he snapped his fingers, his face enlightened slightly. "Ah! You eat like whales, aren't you!"
The smaller boy gave him his usual blank look. Kise put his arms akimbo, explaining his big theory in gusto.
"I mean, the whales' bodies are so big, but they eat planktons, which are totally microscopic! Do you, you know, eat like them too? Eating some microscopic nutrients from the seemingly-empty air?"
The boy gave him that what the fuck look, but didn't let a single word come from his mouth.
Kise felt his smile faltered.
"N-no?" he asked to the boy.
This time, the alien rolled his cerulean eyes in disbelieve, as if mentally shouted to Kise, Are you stupid?
Wow. This alien sure was something. How did he learn how to roll his eyes?
Kise pouted. "Well, obviously since you won't say anything, I do not know what's wrong with you," he puffed his cheeks, annoyed. He put the milk down on the nightstand table.
"I have to go... or my boss will kill me if I'm late again this time." He stared at the little boy, pointing at him.
"You, do not wander outside the house, do you understand?"
The boy nodded slowly.
Kise combed his hair with his fingers, slightly frustrated. "Okay, I've put the food here, try to eat them... Or at least, drink that one," he pointed at the milk, "It will keep you... alive, I suppose. You need some proteins; your bruises need to be healed, you know. And you have to drink. I don't know about your body, but mine and humans' are mostly consisted of water, we'll die if we don't drink in three days."
No response came from the alien.
Kise shrugged, then walked towards the door. He really needed to hurry; Mr. Akashi, a hot tempered middle-aged man who was his boss at the Japanese restaurant he was working at, would not hesitate to throw a scissor to his head this time if he came late again. After checking on the stove, the water, and the electricity three times (h-he was not paranoid, geez! He just wanted to make sure that everything's alright, that's all!) he finally locked the door, checked it out a few times, then hopped to his old chevy and went to work.
He secretly hoped that Mr. Akashi had forgotten where he kept his precious scissors.
"I'm home," Kise shouted happily towards the empty corridor, taking his shoes off and wandering to the living room. He was in a real good mood that moment; not only that he was able to get home alive (he was not late this morning, thanks God!), but also because his boss, Mr. Freaking-Ferocious Akashi, would be gone for a vacation with his gothic punk fiancé, a very tall man named Mr. Murasakibara, for at least two weeks! Thus, the restaurant would be free from 'scissors-throwing competition', leaving only him and a sour looking Japanese man named Aomine in a peace and safe world.
The blond man hummed his favourite tunes, Heavy Rotation (it was a great song by a popular idol group he secretly fond of), and tapped his feet to the stairs along with the random tunes.
"Hello little one!" He opened the bedroom's door, making a dramatic entrance.
A bulge beneath the cover jolted for a moment, before a messy sky blue hair appeared to the surface, showing an annoyed face of the little boy. Kise, the oblivious one, swung his feet to the room and jumped to the bed.
"See what I bought this time!" Kise grinned at the annoyed boy, who was arching his eyebrows.
The smaller boy let out a huff, but Kise ignored it.
"TaーDah!" The blond sing-songed, thrusting a blue-wrapped popsicle to the smaller man's face. The latter looked at him like he was crazy. Still oblivious, Kise almost bounced, "Try it! No child would refuse a popsicle, even in this damned season! You'll like it! I bought one for myself, too! See?" He showed his own popsicle, a strawberry flavoured one (hey, nothing's wrong with strawberry flavour! It was a really manly thing, thank you!) to the smaller boy.
A slight of curiosity appeared on the cerulean eyes. Hesitant fingers reached out for the popsicle, touched it, but then he jolted and dropped it.
Kise bit his lower lip, confused. "Ah? You don't like it?"
The sky-blue haired man looked at him in surprise. He quickly shook his head; his eyes fixed on the popsicle in curiosity but incredulity as well. Perplexed, Kise picked the popsicle up and once again offered it to the other.
Slowly, the boy touched it, like he was trying to examine it carefully. His expression was just so cute that Kise couldn't help but watched the smaller boy in amusement.
"It won't hurt you, you know," he smirked at the other, swaying it in playful manners. A pair of very blue eyes looked at him now.
Kise smiled and ripped the wrapper, revealing a white popsicle to the alien.
"It's vanilla flavoured one," Kise offered, still smiling. "I don't know which flavour do you like, but everyone seems to love this vanilla popsicle, so... yeah. You better try it before it melts."
The smaller boy took the popsicle from his hand, but then he just stared at the thing with his usual blank look, weighing it on his palm.
Kise bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to giggle. This is too much, he thought, staring at the alien in front of him who was biting the stick in curiosity. He's just so cute!
"No! It's not the stick that you should eat, but that white thing!" The blond snickered, then ripped his own popsicle. "See? This is what you have to do with it," he put the pink coloured popsicle into his mouth.
"Yum!" he grinned to the other man while giving him a thumb up.
The alien had watched him intently before following his gestures.
"Weeee~ll?" Kise couldn't help but smirked to the other man, "Do you like it?"
The boy munched on the popsicle in thoughts for a moment, but then blushes coloured his pale cheeks. Slowly, he nodded his head, and gave Kise a small smile.
Kise looked at the boy in awe, feeling his cheeks became red in response. He dropped his gaze to his own feet, his heart beat a bit faster.
"W-well, good to know you like it," he mumbled to his feet.
The boy nodded again, then he happily licked the popsicle in innocent gestures, leaving the taller man in thicker blushes than before.
As the time passed, Kise finally knew something about the alien. It was, aside from the slightly different language (he swore the alien's words were all like 'burp burp burp' or 'epp epp epp' or combinations of them!), he seems to have no obstacle with humans' lifestyleーin other words, he was very capable of taking care of himself. It was such a relief to the blond, but one big deal is still left unanswered: what in the world, aside from the vanilla popsicle, are the alien's diets? He couldn't just live from a mere popsicle, could he? The sky blue haired boy was already that skinny, and Kise felt sad to think he might fail to let the boy survive.
That day was the third day since the alien had awakened, and after checking on the smaller's health (the bruises were still there, but mostly not in obnoxious colours anymore), he carefully guided the smaller boy to every part of his house. He needed to get the boy to get used to his new surroundings, anyway.
"Don't touch these things, they're dangerous," Kise pointed at the knives on the kitchen cabinet. The alien just sighed and rolled his blue eyes.
After their small tour, Kise guided him back to the living room, and sat on the couch.
"Here, sit with me," Kise patted the couch next to him. The alien nodded, and sat awkwardly.
"Good, good," he patted the top of the boy's head, smiling, but his smile faltered as he saw the blue eyed boy sniffed and wrinkled his nose in displeasure.
"Err... Something's wrong?" he dared himself to ask the boy.
Again, the boy just wrinkled his nose for a moment, but then he looked down the couch.
"Err... What are you doing?" Kise asked, confused.
The alien's face appeared from the back of the couch, eyeing something he got on his hand.
"Oh! It's my favourite sock!" Kise snatched the dirty thing happily from the alien, and then gave him a thankful look. "You found its pair! I thought it has gone forever!"
The alien rolled his eyes, as if trying to say that he was exaggerating.
Kise just laughed at him, and a sudden realisation hit him. "...but how did you find it, actually? You sniffed it?" He asked curiously.
A small pout appeared on the alien's face, as if he had done something he regretted, but then he nodded his head.
Kise looked at him in disbelieve. "Wow! You sure have a good smelling skill, huh? That's pretty cool!" he almost bounced in excitement.
The alien eyed him for a moment, as if trying to consider it as a compliment or an insult, but then he shrugged nonchalantly.
"Thanks, anyway!" Kise gave him a cheerful grin before stood up and walked towards the laundry. When he came back though, he brought something with him. He put them all in front of the alien, who was staring at the boxes with suspicious gleam on his eyes.
Kise pretended to act oblivious while he was preparing the dishes. "Now let's eat, shall we?" He was hesitant for a moment, but kept going. "I... bought you some menus of Japanese food. You might like them as much as I do."
Kise stole a quick glance towards the blue eyed man, trying to capture his reaction, but the alien seemed indifferent as usual, so he averted his eyes towards the boxes he was opening. "See? Taーdah! This is what we call Cali Roll sushi..." he showed them to the boy, "They're some kind of western style of sushi, but I think they're pretty good... It has cucumber, avocado, and crab stick in the inside... Wanna try it?"
He knew he shouldn't let his hope went high, but he couldn't help to pout when the blue eyed boy shook his head.
"Awww, come on? Just try it once? I even convinced my creepy partner to make them! They're good, I promise!" Kise whined.
The alien in front of him shook his head, "No," he said (he had learnt it the day before, and had constantly used it, particularly when he was annoyed) in a small but assertive voice.
Kise sighed. "Fine, fine. I bought something else, though!" He proudly showed the other boxes to the smaller boy, pointing at each food while he mentioned their name. "The rice ball here is what we called onigiri... These are tempuras, some kind of fried prawn, you should try it... And this is okonomiyaki... It's like a pancake, but this one has squids on it! How awesome is that! Hah-hah... well, are you sure you won't try them?" He winked to the other.
The alien just shook his head, his expression was almost as if he was bored.
"No?" Kise felt his lips tugged downward.
"No," the boy replied, repeated him.
"Why don't you try them? It wouldn't kill you, you know! In fact, not trying anything at all might kill you!" He shouted in frustration.
The alien jolted slightly, his cerulean eyes widened in shock.
Suddenly Kise realised. "Ah! Iー I am sorry, I am sorry," he murmured, staring at the shocked alien.
The blue haired boy didn't response, so Kise shifted his gaze to his own feet. "I'm just... worried about you," he finally said.
The words were a mere whisper, and he didn't even know whether the alien understand him or not in the first place.
A tick-tock sound of the clock was loudly heard in the tense air between them, leaving the blond man in guilt. Neither of them broke the stillness, though.
Minutes passed before Kise felt the couch springs creaking as the smaller boy suddenly stood up. He looked up to the boy, confused.
"H-hey, whatー"
The alien had walked towards the phone table, picking a paper and a pencil, and went back to the couch where the blond man watched him in bewilderment.
"Whー what are you going to do?" Kise asked the boy, anxious. The alien just sat back to his side on the couch, but this time his attention was focused on the paper on his lap. He was being hesitant for a moment, as if trying to remember how to use those things correctly, and then slowly wrote something on its plain surface.
"You know how to write?" Kise asked in awe, inching closer to the smaller man.
The latter didn't response, instead he kept scratching the paper's surface with the pencil. However, it did not quite look like a writing.
It was a drawing.
"What's that?" The blond man asked, curious.
A stick drawing appeared on the surface, followed by a tube on its edge. Kise raised his brows as the alien trusted the paper at him.
"Food," the sky-blue haired man demanded, pointing at the drawing.
Kise laughed half-heartedly; he still felt rather disappointed at the alien, but he couldn't deny his cuteness. "Yes, yes, your food, alright." He stood up to get vanilla popsicle he kept on the fridge, chuckling in the process.
Gee, living with an alien sure is not good for your health, the blond man grumbled internally while he was watching the object in front of him in amusement as the boy ate the popsicle, a cute blush appeared on his cheeks.
Kise lifted his eyes to his own food, thinking. Well, at least, not good for my heart, he thought, feeling his heart beating in a faster pace than usual.
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To be continued.
So... Yeah. I like to make Kise as gay as possible (laugh). What can I do, he even has those eyelinered-eyes(?)! I laugh so hard to think if he existed, he might be an AKB48's wota.. :3
Thanks for reading. As usual, comments, critics, and suggestions are highly appreciated so I can write better in the future. I am still learning, so... Let's learn together, okay? (=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=)
Thank you for your help!
Spoilers for chapter three!
1. A red-haired Yakuza-looking man barges in to Kise's house! Who is he? What is his relation to the blond?
2. Kise panicsーthe alien's missing! Where is he? What's happened?
See you! :*