Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
This is sorta like a filler chapter... except without the shit load of smut XD
Consider this my Halloween gift to you all, since I was having trouble with the Halloween fic I wanted to write :sweatdrop: I'll put it up when I'm done, though.
This is me in my half-finished Deep Dive Riku cosplay. I still need the wig, the gloves, and the keyblade. YOSH!
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Also, thank you for all the reviews. Some people say I've gotten too original with the story, but I don't think that's all that bad, considering original is better than it being like everyone else's story. The characters I've developed need time to grow as well.
Staring down at his bowl of oatmeal, Silo quietly played with his spoon, not the least bit hungry. His hair was a complete mess, clean locks flung everywhere as if he'd just got up from bed, his eyelids only lifted half way as he poked his eating utensil into the oatmeal, as if checking to see if it was alive. He wasn't going to lie, Sasuke didn't know how to cook very well.
"Good mornin', Little Miss!" Majik greeted his good friend with a cheerful smile and bright eyes. "Do ya know what today is?" he plopped down on one of the wooden chairs and took Silo's bowl from him, not even asking if he could have it. Putting a good bit in his mouth, he chewed and swallowed happily.
The crow flinched as he watched the lump of oatmeal go down Majik's throat. "No, why? Is something special going on?"
Majik looked at him as if he were the weirdest person alive, his hand stilling in mid-air. There was an akward silence between them, but a loud snore from Sasuke and Naruto's bedroom right down the hall broke the quiet atmosphere, making the Norwegian grin.
"Why, it happens to be Haru-ru's birthday at exactly 4:57 this afternoon. Didn't ya know? I thought ya two were best friends," he tapped his spoon on the side of the bowl, waiting for a reaction.
"... What?.! It's his birthday?.!" Silo's eyes widened considerably and he unconsciously clutched the materials of his pants under the table. The memory of the previous night flashed across his eyes and he looked down at the tablecloth, a light blush spreading across his smooth cheeks. "How come he didn't tell me...?"
Majik shrugged and went back to munching on the burnt oatmeal, enjoying it too much. "He never celebrates his birthday. 'Says that there's no point and he doesn't like people gettin' him gifts. I guess ya wouldn't know since ya went back to the US of A before he turned nine."
Silo bit his bottom lip and glanced down the hall, like he expected the silver-haired teenager to just saunter in on queue. He felt hurt because his supposed best friend hadn't told him it was his birthday, but he felt more guilty for never really asking. What made the situation worse was that he had no clue what to get him. He hadn't seen Haruka in years and he wasn't sure he remembered too much about him. Even if he did, that didn't mean he still liked the same things.
"Put on some lingerie and cat ears and that should make 'im happy," Majik commented, completely serious about the idea. He finished up his breakfast and got up to put the bowl in the sink, filling it with water from the faucet. "Somethin' revealing so he can feel the shape of your body."
The smaller Uzumaki's face turned beat red and he stood up, excusing himself to his bedroom. He quickly scampered down the hall, almost bumping into Hidan and Itachi who emerged from their bedroom looking as if they'd been attacked by vicious forest creatures. Hidan grumbled a 'good morning' as Silo rushed by, about six hickeys on his revealed neck.
Silo didn't pay attention to them, though, as he made it to his momentary bedroom. He leapt in and quietly shut the door, rooting around in his duffel bag for his wallet. He needed to get something for Haruka by 4 o' clock or else he'd feel like the scum of the earth for not getting a present for his best friend's birthday. While he was searching, his cell phone suddenly went off and he twitched in surprise, reaching an arm out to grab it from the nightstand.
Putting it to his ear, he answered:
"Uzumaki Silo speaking."
"Where are you? I came to your house to pick you up for school and the whole place was cleaned out!"
"O-Othello!" he'd completely forgot about telling his friend he'd be going back to Japan. Falling back on his bed, he sighed, feeling even worse than he did two minutes ago. "I'm sorry... I forgot to tell you that there was... an emergency."
"An emergency? Are you ok? What happened?" the pink-haired student sounded so worried and concerned, which made Silo feel even more guilty. Not one time in his life had he ever felt like such a horrible person. "Are you at the hospital?"
"No, we're not at the hospital... But do you remember when I told you about Orochimaru and my Otosan?" he received a positive reply and continued, hoping his friend wouldn't react too badly. "Well, he's sort of coming after us and... we had to rush back to Japan and stay in my Otosan's old estate. I'm really sorry I didn't call you, Othello, I had so many thoughts on my mind that I forgot! I just got really worried, and scared, and--"
"Calm down, I'm not mad. Your safety comes first, right? Not everyone has an excuse as good as yours, Birdie."
The crow laughed and cradled the phone against his ear with one hand, using the other to search around for his wallet once more. He told Othello about all that was happening, while yanking his leather wallet from the confines of his traveling bag, opening it to find two one hundred dollar bills. He puffed his cheeks out, wondering if that would be enough since he had to compensate for nine years of not giving Haruka birthday presents.
"So I guess I won't be seeing you for a while," Othello sighed. "And I was going to invite you to see that new action flick that's coming out this weekend. Oh well, I'll take Anthoney, since I doubt he has anything better to do than talk to his D&D buddies online."
Silo laughed cutely and climbed off of his bed, grabbing the outfit he'd had already picked out for today that was sitting on the dresser near the window. He looked at his reflection in the mirror as Othello kept talking about the commercials for the movie he wanted to see. Not meaning to, he reached out and touched the reflection of his face, his fingers covering his left eye, one crystal blue orb peaking out from under shaggy bangs.
He wondered if Haruka could ever like him if only half of himself was really him...
"Birdie? You there? I said I have to go because I'm almost at school. I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok?"
Silo blinked and removed his hand, wondering where that thought had come from. But he smiled a bit when he realized that it was his mind that had thought it, not Melee's. "A-alright. Talk to you then... Oh, and tell everyone I said hi. Make up an excuse for me, but don't tell them the truth about why I'm not there."
"Will do. Ciao."
"Bye," Silo shut his phone and shoved it into his pants' pocket as he tugged them on, getting ready to run out to the store. He stopped his movements, though, when he remembered it wasn't safe to go out by himself. He sighed inwardly and weighed his options. He could go with either Majik, Hidan, or Itachi. He knew his dad and Otosan wanted to spend some time alone together, so he didn't bother including them. But he couldn't really choose Majik either, since he needed someone from the Akatsuki to go with him for protection purposes.
Tugging on his black and red striped hoodie, he quickly slipped on his sneakers and ruffled his hair, the locks seemingly falling into place. He tucked away his wallet and hurried out of his room, not wanting to get caught by a still slumbering Haruka. As he walked past the kitchen, he saw that his dad and Otosan were washing and drying dishes together, Naruto laughing and flicking soap suds at the smirking raven.
He smiled.
"Dad? Otosan? Do you know where Itachi and Hidan went? I have to go to the store and I need one of them to go with me."
Naruto turned, a glob of bubbles on his left cheek. Sasuke wiped it away with the dish towel and looked at Silo with soap on his face and in his tidy hair, too. "They just left to go see Deidara and Sasori, they should be back in about three hours."
Silo bit his bottom lip and glanced at the clock which read 10:23 a.m.
"I don't have the time... Do you think just me and Majik could go? We'll be careful, I promise. There's a mall not that far away, right? It's down the street a little once you leave the estate."
Naruto furrowed his brows, not sure if he should agree or not. It's not like Silo just had to go down the street with a small chance of getting attacked by a random murderer. No, he was dealing with Orochimaru, a lead member of the Japanese Black Market and a man that was out to get his hands on anyone who tied in with the Akatsuki in any way.
"He'll be fine," Sasuke suddenly said, drying a glass plate. "Itachi said he was sure that Orochimaru's in Kyoto right now. There's supposedly this big drug transaction going on there the next few days, so he won't be a problem."
"But what about his men?"
Sasuke snorted. "They're all either with him or at the company. He won't risk them being out and about when the Akatsuki could attack their base while everyone's gone."
The blond scrunched his nose up. "You've been in a coma for the past nine to ten years, Teme, how do you know so much?"
"Late night cram sessions," he frowned, sarcastic. "Itachi told me, of course. He's not going to keep me in the dark."
Silo smiled brightly. "So does that mean we can go by ourselves?"
Naruto sighed and scratched the back of his head, not caring that he got water in his hair. "Sure, but be careful. If anything happens to you I'll have to castrate your Otosan," beside him, Sasuke scowled.
The crow nodded furiously.
xXxXx
"I thought she was nice and all, but she was too good-looking for me," Majik finally ended his story about the middle school student who'd thought he was the sexiest things on two legs. The teen had his hands tucked away in his pockets, his thumb rolling over a small box of milk duds, headphones around his neck that were blaring Norwegian folk rock. Honestly, Majik was indeed a very attractive boy who had men and women swooning after him, but he never seemed to notice his own good looks.
Silo looked at the passing cars, having not really paid much attention to the story. He'd found out long ago that listening to Majik all of the time made you slightly crazy and unsure if the voices you heard were from people around you or in your head.
"You listenin' to me, Little Miss?" Majik flicked Silo's forehead, frowning.
Slapping the hand away, Silo pouted. "I'm trying to figure out what to get for Haruka. Majik, what does he like?" he practically whined, wanting to get his best friend the coolest gift ever. "Video games? Books?"
"Hmmm, Haru-ru likes naked teenage boys in his bed, if you want the truth."
Silo glared at him.
Majik grinned and trotted ahead of his friend toward the parking lot of the mall that had only a few cars since it was so early in the morning, spinning in circles with his arms spread out wide. Because his sleeves were so long and baggy around his arms, the wind blew them around, making him look more... angelic than Silo had ever thought he could pull off.
"Whaaat? It's true. Ya shoulda seen him pound into Kyoji," Majik's grin became huge and cat-like. "He didn't even care that I was there, he was so into it."
Silo remained quiet, stunned yet jealous at the same time. He never thought Haruka did stuff like that, but he was more upset about the fact that he'd slept with someone other than him...
"...P-pervert," he whispered to himself, blushing. That thought was definitely his, not Melee's. It seemed that God was against him, because he actually preferred to think that it was Melee who was attracted to the silver-haired male, not himself... because he didn't think he could handle falling for him, then being rejected. It would ruin the bond they had.
But really... it'd been nine years since they'd last seen each other, so what kind of bond did they have?
Silo stopped walking, contemplating that.
Majik stopped his endless twirling, trying to focus his spinning eyes on his buddy. Once he was able to, he furrowed his brows and hopped over to him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him toward the mall that wasn't too far away. "I was just kiddin', Little Miss. Haru-ru, as attractive as he is, is still a virgin," he laughed airily and moved his face close to Silo's, his eyes looking straight into the crow's, as if he was reading his emotions. "I know ya like 'im, Silo."
Silo blinked rapidly and stumbled back, surprised that Majik had said his name for the first time since they'd known each other. It sounded good coming from those lips, yet so wrong. "I-I don't--"
"Don't lie!" Majik slapped Silo's ass and shoved him forward. "Ya like 'im, and ya wanna be with 'im, right? Don't deny what's inside!" he said in a sing-song voice, smiling cheerfully. "And I'm gonna let ya in on a little secret. Haru-ru..." he tilted his head to the side and smiled a very rare, beautiful smile, "I know for a fact he likes ya too."
Silo kept walking, but slowed down, staring at Majik.
"So don't be worried about bein' rejected or all that jazz. He likes ya too. And 'bout that birthday gift, whatever ya get him I'm sure he'll like."
The shortest of the two nodded slowly and felt a little happy throb in his heart, his speed picking up as they approached the shopping mall.
xXxXx
Sasuke toweled his wet hair while droplets of water ran down his pale chest and slightly muscled abdominals. After having a soap fight with the dobe, they'd both gotten themselves sticky and smelling like women, so they'd decided to shower. Not together, of course, since that was a thing for people who'd had sex. Speaking of which...
Naruto looked over at Sasuke from the center of their large bed, his naked skin dry and soft looking, a pair of red boxers low on his hips, revealing his happy trail. He grinned and sat up, crossing his legs Indian style, his toes wiggling in a childish manner. He licked his lips appreciatively.
"Aye bay bay, wanna ride?" he asked.
Sasuke snorted and tossed the towel he was drying his locks with at the blond's face, opening a dresser drawer to look for a pair of comfortable jeans and sweater. It was chilly out and he didn't really have any suits anymore, except for the ones from before he went into the coma.
"I don't need your idiocy right now, Usuratonkachi," he sifted through the many folded clothes. "Do you know where my dark blue sweater is?"
Naruto smirked and glanced over at the blue sweater that was sitting on the reading chair. He whistled innocently and slowly bent down to pick up the newspaper Sasuke had been reading earlier, tossing it onto the chair to cover the article of clothing. "Nope, haven't seen it. How about you just sit with me all naked-like," he wiggled his brows. "I'll give you a massage. I've heard that I'm good with my hands."
Sasuke chuckled and walked to the closet. "No, I think I'll just put on a different sweater. How about the black turtleneck?"
The blond nodded almost enthusiastically, always having loved the way the sweater hugged the raven's slim body. He'd been having trouble seeing Sasuke in a sexual way since they'd started dating, but he was glad that now he was starting to appreciate the very shape of his lover's body.
He was basically still straight, even though he was with Sasuke. He had been attracted to the Uchiha as a person, not because of his body and he found it hard to love his body as much as he loved a woman's. It was difficult to go through life being with women, then falling for a man. He'd felt bad because in the beginning, he hadn't been aroused by the raven's body, but now it was changing. Thankfully.
He wanted to love Sasuke's body as much as much as he loved him, and maybe soon, worship it as much as he secretly worshipped the beautiful personality of the broody male. Even though he was just getting used to the idea of making love with Sasuke, he wanted nothing more than to make his boyfriend feel good, pleasure-wise. He could sacrifice his own mental comfort for Sasuke's pleasure.
"Why're you staring at the front of my boxers?" Sasuke growled as he slipped on his sweater, beginning to tug his jeans.
Naruto blinked and looked up at his lover with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I was thinking about something."
"... Would that something be sex?" he asked, completely serious. He'd wanted to bring up the topic with Naruto, since intimacy was a big step in a relationship, especially when one of them had only been with women for the last thirty or whatever years of their life. He didn't want their first time to be horrible or random like in those stupid books, he wanted it to be when they were both ready. He wanted it to be perfect and for neither of them to regret it, he wanted to plan for the right time so that there wouldn't be any chance of distractions or interruptions.
The ex-businessman smiled lightly. "Honestly, yeah. I don't want to come off as rude or as a bastard, but at the moment, it's sort of hard to think of having sex with you. I fooled around with Sai when we were in high school, but I never had intercourse with him. We were just stupid kids... You're special to me, Sasuke, and I'm a little frustrated that I can't get as aroused with you as I can with a damn woman," he sighed in frustration, running a hand through his damp locks. "You're the only person I've liked this much. I never even liked Sunako as much as I like you, and I had a child with her, so I'm a bit pissed that Big Daddy here isn't jumping in delight just by me looking at you."
"... You call it 'Big Daddy'?" Sasuke couldn't hold back a laugh.
"Hey, teme! I'm here spilling embarrassing feelings to you and all you reply to me with is 'you call it Big Daddy'?" Naruto huffed. "Don't you even feel a bit angry that you don't arouse me as much?"
Sasuke scowled at him. "What? You want me to be jealous and feel like I'm not attractive enough for you? Unfortunately, I'm not going to give you pleasure, moron, I know I'm good-looking."
Naruto laughed and stood, going to put on his own clothes. "You're amazing."
The raven shrugged and buttoned the front of his jeans, pulling the zipper up. "So... I don't arouse you?" it seemed like despite what he'd said, it still stabbed at his male ego. Gay or not, he still had male pride.
The blond glanced over at him after picking out black jeans and a plan white tank top. He wasn't planning on going out, so why dress in nice clothes? "Sasuke, you're a beautiful person and you're hot," he smiled lightly. "I just need a bit of time to adjust to the thought of having sex with a guy. I've never been physically attracted to them, but I love you, soooo... I need to learn how to love all of you."
Sasuke nodded. "I understand. I can wait."
"But to speed up the process, maybe we need to make out on our bed?" he grinned like a fox and squinted his bright eyes. "Or maybe against the wall? Or on the kitchen counter? Those are arousing situations, so it might 'stimulate' me."
"..." the raven rolled his eyes and guided his hand over his blue-black hair. "Dobe."
But he wrapped his arms around Naruto's shoulders and leaned in, kissing him with enough fiery passion to light a fireworks stand. Their lips melted together like wax and Naruto purposely stumbled backward, falling down onto the bed and bringing his boyfriend with him. Sasuke shifted and arched against the blond in order to fit together with his body better, like two puzzle pieces.
Naruto sucked on his bottom lip and bit down softly, pulling it between his own lips. He wondered how Sasuke could taste so sweet when he never ate anything sugary. Pulling back, he ran his hands up Sasuke's back, pressing large hands into cold, slightly wet tendrils of dark hair.
"You must really want to have sex with me," he teased and only received a pair of canines digging into his neck as a reply. He'd never seen Sasuke like this, but he wasn't complaining, finding a slight stir in his groin. "Mmm, maybe the solution lies in how kinky we get, Sa-su-ke."
Sasuke went back to kissing him, slightly proud of his minor, yet major accomplishment.
"Little Miss's Papa! Sasu-Oji! We're baaaack!" Majik sang from the entrance to the home.
Naruto actually started laughing at the perfect timing, tears forming in his tightly shut eyes. His stomach muscles contracted and relaxed as his laughter continued on, a grumbling Sasuke climbing off of him and straightening his ruffled shirt. He scowled at their bedroom door as Majik and Silo appeared, the crow looking a bit sad and disappointed, his hands lacking the handles of any mall bags.
"How'd your shopping go?" Naruto asked after wiping his damp eyes with the back of his arm, his body lurching forward in an attempt to sit up. Even though they'd been interrupted, he was glad that he was able to get a little rise out of the short make-out session. He'd felt so bad about not being aroused by the guy he was in love with, but knowing Sasuke, it wouldn't be a problem anymore in the near future. The Uchiha was a stubborn bastard and would surely go to any lengths to fix his injured pride and have Naruto worshipping his feminine by the end of the month. He chuckled at that. He fell for such an interesting guy.
"I wasn't able to find anything good enough..." Silo sighed, looking downright depressed.
Sasuke raised a brow. "What's the occasion?"
"It's nothin'," Majik waved his hand up and down. "And where might Haru-ru be? His bedroom door's open."
Naruto glanced at Silo, wondering what he couldn't find at the mall. What was so important?
"I asked him to help snap the ends off of green beans for me. I plan on making my world famous Uzumaki Curry of Ultimate Impending DOOM!" Naruto struck a pose, much like Captain Planet.
Silo groaned and walked back toward the kitchen, hoping to find Haruka, followed by a humming Majik.
Sasuke stared at his lover and smirked. "Uzumaki Curry of Ultimate Impending Doom? Are you sure you were always straight?"
Naruto glared at him.
xXxXx
Majik patted his friend on the back as they walked down the long stretch of hallway, trying to soothe him. He suddenly grinned maniacally, as if something had just clicked into place perfectly. He stopped in front of Haruka's room and glanced out to make sure he wasn't coming. He then shoved Silo in there, told him to stay, then ran off.
"Wh-what...?" Silo didn't even have the time to think over what'd just happened before the black and white-haired teenager returned with some kind of outfit slung over his arm. "Majik, what's that--?"
"Ya like Haru-ru, he likes ya too, so what better way to say 'happy birthday' than with this!" he held up a see-through pink lingerie top and matching pink panties with black ribbons on the sides. Silo stared, then blushed hotly.
"Y-You expect me to wear that?.!"
Majik slapped a hand over his mouth and began forcefully removing Silo's clothes, ripping off the hoodie and undershirt quickly. He then proceeded to unzip his jeans and tug them down, leaving him in tight-fitting gray boxers. Silo let out a girly squeal and fell back onto the bed, kicking and screaming for his life. Majik grabbed a pillow and put it over his face in order to shut him up, apparently not aware that was attempted murder.
Silo's legs stopped flailing and Majik removed the peach-colored pillow, blinking down at a flustered and gasping crow. His cheeks were a rosy pink and his eyes were closed, lashes thick and almost glossy.
"If ya had boobs, I think I'd do you," Majik snickered, while Silo only groaned weakly from the lack of oxygen and the blood rushing to his head. "Now to doll ya up!" he yanked down Silo's boxers and grinned, attempted to make a stupid comment, but he held himself back. Lifting slender legs, he slipped the pink panties over two small feet and slid them up to creamy thighs. He then put the top on easily, since Silo was still trying to catch his breath and laughed evilly.
"M-Majik, I'm going to kill you in your sleep..." he threatened, still panting. "Why the hell did you try to smother me with a pillow...?.!" he went to sit up, but Majik jumped on his stomach and pulled fuzzy pink handcuffs from his back pocket, snapping one onto his right wrist, slinging it around the metal bar at the top of the bed, then snapping the other one on his left wrist. "M-Majik!"
"Have fun, Little Miss!" he then climbed off of the bed and scurried out of the room before Haruka could return, singing little show tunes on the way to his own bedroom.
Silo remained there, motionless and blushing. The top was riding up his stomach, revealing a pale and smooth stomach, his bellybutton revealed to be a half outty. It was cute and fit him well. But he was pretty comfortable in the panties since he'd gotten used to them as Melee. Actually, he was more fond of wearing them than he should've been.
Footsteps coming down the hall made him stiffen and he watched Haruka come into the room, wearing kahki pants and a dress shirt. He wanted to say something, but what was he supposed to say? That he was in revealing lingerie on his bed because Majik handcuffed him there in order for him to give him his body for his birthday? No way was that happening.
He watched as his best friend sat down on the bed after grabbing a novel in braille from his dresser, his right hand close to Silo's thigh. He gulped lightly and his whole body seemed flushed at that moment. He finally decided to speak, hoping that Haruka would understand the situation.
"U-Um, Haruka-kun...?"
Dark crimson eyes quickly shot over toward him and his face showed an expression of surprise.
"Silo? What're you doing in my room? Why didn't you say you were here when I came in?"
Silo suddenly felt very self conscious. "I-I thought maybe you could somewhat see me?" he laughed nervous. "Uh, funny thing is... I'm sort of..." he began whispering. "I'm sort of handcuffed to your headboard."
"... Come again?"
The crow wailed inwardly. "Majik tied me up to your bed as a joke. Could you... maybe break the chain with something? He has the key."
Haruka somewhat growled at the stupidity of his Norwegian friend, trying to come up with some reason why he kept associating himself with him when he could find better people to spend time with. Like Silo. He moved his hands slowly so that he could feel his way to wear the handcuffs were, but his fingers only seemed to graze a soft inner thigh.
Haruka froze.
Silo stammered and blushed.
"What are you... wearing?"
"Oh, um, another funny thing. Majik didn't just handcuff me to your bed, he forced me into... pink lingerie," he mumbled in embarrassment, rattling the chain of the cuffs so that Haruka could follow the sound and not touch any part of his body again. He didn't think he could take being so close to him without trying to kiss him again.
Haruka once again frowned and shifted, reaching over Silo to grab the chain. He had a good amount of muscles in his arms, so when he tugged back on it with all of his body weight and strength, he was able to break it. But when he shifted back, his hand brushed against the crow's exposed stomach, Silo whimpering lightly.
The silver-haired man noticed the sound and glanced away, as if he was battling his own urges. There was an akward silence between them as Silo sat up and rubbed at his wrists.
"I'm going to kill him," Silo mumbled in order to take his mind off of the tense mood between them. I'm going to--"
"Why did you kiss me?"
Silo snapped his head toward his friend and stared at him, feeling his stomach flip and his heart beat become fast and erratic. He knew this conversation would've come up sooner or later, but not in a moment like this.
"I-I..." he looked down at his hands. "I don't know. You're my best friend and I didn't want to ruin our friendship because of that kiss, but I couldn't help it," he wrung his hands together. "You were always there for me from day one, when we met. You were someone I could always go to and I was too young to really understand what I felt for you back then, but when I saw you again after all of those years... everything came back in a wave of nostalgia," he smiled softly. "And everything accumulated and I just couldn't stop myself from kissing you. I really like you, Haruka-kun, and I know that I'm the one who feels that way, not Melee."
Haruka pressed his palm against Silo's cheek and bent over so he was face to face with him, only able to see a dull blur of his brilliant blue eyes. "I've always liked you, even when I was eight. There was something about you that made you more special than anyone else... but now I wish I could see you so that I could tell you I like you properly..."
Silo blushed prettily and his heart swelled with a bit of sadness.
"Because I'm sure you're as beautiful as your personality," he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Silo's, slightly amazed at how soft they were. The night before, their lips had only brushed for not even a second.
Holding his breath, Silo kissed back, his eyes fluttering shut. "Happy birthday, Haruka-kun..." he whispered against his lips.
The blind male suddenly pulled back. "Birthday?"
"Yeah..." Silo smiled shyly. "I couldn't find you a gift at the mall, but giving myself to you... is a good enough gift, right?"
Haruka smiled. "It is, but... Silo, it's not my birthday. My birthday was seven months ago."
"... WHAT?.!" his mouth hung open in astonishment before he gritted his teeth. "I'm going to kill him."
"Silo, please calm down..." Haruka chuckled.
Outside of Haruka's bedroom, Majik grinned and spun on his heel, making his way to the kitchen to get himself a snack. He was humming to the tune of the music spewing from the headphones around his neck as he opened the fridge and pulled out some ham and swiss cheese to make a sandwhich. "Majik, you've outdone yourself this time," he told himself, but his grin slipped from his face and melted into a small upturn of lips.
He started putting the ham on the bread he'd gotten.
"You're going to be a third wheel now, but that's ok, right? After all, your best friends are happy, that's all that matters. You've always been a third wheel anyway, so it won't be that big of a change..."
OK... this is pretty long :sweatdrop: I hope you enjoyed it. If so, please review and tell me. Thankies!