Un musicien parmi tant d`autre

I'm not going to go into all my usual blabbering I'm a little tiered today, it's research project season and all but here is my usual answer of reviews.

timer18- Glad I can make you this happy and again sorry for the wait. I don't write a lot in the summer, all the previous chapters had been written last winter so I really hope to be able to finish writing the story this winter. At least all the chapters so I have enough to post all the was through summer, depending how long this becomes.

Lisa- Of course Yuuri is happy. He's only an ass about half of the time! I think you can see he's really touch be the attention he gets from everyone. Okay he still goes on being angry but I think that's pretty much his personality, I mean if he's embarrassed he acts angry, if he's sad he acts angry. I think the others are pretty much used to that!

kylee- You're right mistletoe would be cute, and insanely embarrassing for Yuuri! Not that I mind embarrassing my little Yuuri, I think that's pretty much become my part time job. I can see Yuuri getting mad at that last sentence. And after that chapter the next one I do about Gianni and Tyler, God knows when I'll do it, will be in the present time where they can finally patch up, or try too. Thanks for reading so fatefully!

Jirel- If this is the end for you I'm glad you enjoyed what you read all that time. Of course I don't plan on telling you what will be going on anyways. I feel like I barely got to get into Yuuri's character yet, at least not what he was before the present time so I think this story will go on for a while longer but I can understand why you would like to stop here.Thanks for the nice comment, I hope you had a good time reading this!

On with this chapter 15 so we can finally learn what happened between Tyler and Gianni.

Unfortunately, on Saturday it wasn’t as nice as the weather man said it would be. It was pouring buckets! So much for a little time out in the park with Gianni. When I called Gianni he said it was a sign I really needed to work on my project but after I whined a little he told me I could come over anyway. I smiled to myself when I packed up my stuff. I just love Gianni so much! I rushed downstairs, just about to run to Gianni’s place when my father stopped me.

“Tyler, where are you running off to like that? It’s pouring buckets!” My father asked crossing his arms.

“Gianni said to move my lazy ass.” I said, hurriedly bending down to tie my shoes. My father clicked his tongue while shaking his head.

“Let me give you a ride.” He said. “You’re as reckless as ever.” He added.

“That’s because I miss him already.” I said cheerfully.

“You really like that young man don’t you?” He asked putting on his coat.

“Can you tell?” I asked,and he shook his head again. Of course he could tell; I always get all cheerful and shaky when I talk about him and I talk about him all of the time. This silly little crush is turned into much more than I thought it could but it feels unbelievably nice!

How rare, when I arrive at Gianni’s place there are no cars in the driveway. That must mean his parents must be gone and Andrea too. That’s not usual for Andrea not to be here; he must be with whatever lover he’s seeing now but his parents are usually here on the weekend.

“Thanks dad.” I said jumping out of the car.

“Call me if you decide to come back late.” He said before I slammed the door shut. I ran up to the front door, it was pouring so much my hair was sticking to myself even from such a short distance. I only knocked a few times before Gianni opened the door for me. He must have seen me arriving from the living room. He’s a little less composed than usual; he’s only wearing a sweater with his pyjama pants, I assume he just got up. His hair was disheveled too and he was unshaven. I just stood there staring at him with a big stupid grin on my face.

“Did I wake you up when I called?” I asked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact you did.” He said running a hand through his hair and glaring at me. “Are you just going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to come in?” He asked leaning against the doorway while crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so beautiful sometimes I’m mesmerized.” I said scratching the back of my head.

“Come on you brat you’re drenched.” He said sounding annoyed. I followed him inside.

“I made you muffins, the chocolate chip ones that you like. Do you want to have that for breakfast?” I asked.

“Dry off first.” He said throwing a towel over my head and started to shake the water out of my hair. He had his usual scowl on his face and his face was merely inches apart from mine. He didn’t seem to notice that as he was too preoccupied with his task. A playful smirk appeared on my face.

“Are you thinking about something weird again, brat?” He asked. My smirk only widened.

“I love you.” I said pushing forward, kissing him deeply.Surprised, he pulled back enough to break the kiss as he got over the shock, he leaned into the kiss as well. He pushed me against the door, he was a little forceful taking control of the kiss but I liked it when he takes the lead like that. I wrapped my arm around his torso as his hands were flat against the wall on each side of my head.

“Aren’t those words a little hard to understand for a kid like you?” He asked breathlessly.

“There might be a lot of things that I don’t understand, but I don’t think I’m mistaken when I say I love you. That’s the one thing I’m sure about.” I said locking eyes with him. I slid a hand along his smooth neck and he leaned into my hand.

“You’re a cocky little bastard. You’re always so sure of yourself.” He said with a chuckle. He placed a hand over mine. “That’s exactly what I love about you.” He confessed, he was a little shaky and a little flustered but that’s what I love about him. He’s so strong and cold but when it comes to a subject like love he gets adorably shy. He pressedhis chest against mine, forcing my back flat against the wall. He took me into a series of passionate and hungry kisses.

“You’re not going to stop me this time? We might get caught.” I said teasingly.

“That’s not likely; we’re alone.” He said pushing my shirt all the way up to my neck to gain access to my skin. How long have I waited for him to say something like that? He kissed every inch he could on my chest. He said before that he loved touching my skin, it’s always icy cold but under his touch it quickly flares up. I mewl in pleasure as he grabbed onto oneof the pink buds into his mouth and sucked on it gently.

“You always make the cutest sounds.” He said still nuzzling his face against my skin. I growled, impatiently urging him not to stop. He chuckled at the action and then moved to the next nipple lavishing it with the same care. My long cold fingers snaked through his blond hair, I can barely keep them from shaking from the growing need to touch him.

“Take it off.” I said huskily slipping my hands under the hem of his sweater.

“Let’s go eat breakfast.” He said abruptly stopping.

“What?” I asked dumbfound.

“I’m hungry, let’s got eat.” He said turning around on his heels and heading for the kitchen. I blinked in surprise and couldn’t help but stare at his back for a moment. What the hell just happened here? One second he’s all passionate and he breaks it off the next! Is he trying to drive me insane with need? I took a moment the fix my hair and my shirt before I joined him in the kitchen. He was sitting at the kitchen table when I arrived.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine. My legs are killing me though; rainy days are the worst.” He said coldly. So is that why he stopped all of a sudden? He should have told me if his leg hurt too much; he didn’t have to stop this abruptly in the middle of it! He sounded a little colder than usual; I suspected something might have made him uncomfortable back there.

“Do you mind taking care of the breakfast?” He asked. Even though I’m not at my place I’ve cooked more than once for him here. Gianni is not much of an excellent cook compared to every other member of his family.

“Sure what do you want?” I asked. Damn, this is uncomfortable! I was still excited from earlier, so my pants were a little too tight at the moment. I didn’t know if he realized that.

“Eggs, with your muffins of course.” He said. I walked over to the refrigerator to see what he had and I found a dozen eggs. Perfect! But before I got the chance to pick them up, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me. “Sorry about that.” He murmured as his large hands cupped the front of my pants.

“Gianni.” I hissed arching into his touch.

“You’re such a kid; you got exited from the little touching I did.” He purred seductively.

“What, are you bipolar now.” I asked, leaning forward when his hands slipped into my pants and he tightened his fist around my erection.

“Come here.” He said. Rather than answering my question he pulled me backward into his lap on the chair he was sitting on. My head leaned back on his shoulder as he stroked my aching flesh in a quickening motion. I clenched the other arm that’s wrapped around my chest. My head swam in pleasure, so bad that I had trouble keeping myself from sliding off him. He held me, but I couldn’t help but feel a little vertigo.

“Gianni.” I moaned breathlessly, begging his skilful hands to bring me to release. How come he can make me feel like that with just his hands? God, I love him so much!

“You’re such an impatient brat.” He commented quickening his pace. By now droplets of sweat ran down my forehead and into my eyes making me clench them shut. He made my usually cold skin burn up so fast. My body has always been sensitive to temperature changes. My body arched into his as my orgasm hit my body and shook me all the way to the tip of my toes. I pressed my forehead against his neck as I tried to regain my breath.

“I never thought you of all people would be so sensitive. It’s expected from a brat like you to come so fast.” He said nibbling at my ear sensually. My head was still swimming from the high of my orgasm. “You’re actually cute like that.” He commented teasingly.

“I knew you were a pervert after all.” I said between deep pants.

“Get me a tissue will you.” He ordered showing me his hand that was covered in my seed. I groaned but got up anyway. I fixed my pants and gave Gianni the tissue he asked for. I leaned back against the counter as I watched him wipe his hand off carefully. I blushed a little at the thought that those long fingers were touching me no more than a minute ago. Even with his bed head ,he was still one of the most beautiful people I knew. I admired him a lot for all he went through.

“Do you mind if I go shower while you cook breakfast?” He asked standing up.

“It’s fine!” I said with a grin. He nodded and disappeared in the hallway. He’s acting weird, I thought. I was sitting on him so I could feel his hard bulge against my thigh so why didn’t he let me touch him? He did it again; he just pleasured me and then just walked away as if nothing happened. What’s wrong with him? I don’t think I ever did anything to make him believe I don’t want to have sex with him. We’ve been together for a long while too. We were all over each other all summer. I mean, at family gatherings or at parties we would sneak away behind the garage or somewhere dark to make out.

I shook my head in frustration. I just couldn’t take it anymore, I’m going to drive myself insane with this. Is it because I’m still a minor? We’re not that many years apart; only four and I’ll be eighteen soon. I sighed and looked down at the eggs I was going to make. I wanted to slap myself; I forgot how he wanted his eggs. I’d have to go ask him. I walked up the stairs to the bathroom.

I was just about to knock on the door, but I heard strange noises coming from inside. This made me curious; is he ill? I pressed my ear against the door to hear better. My heart rate picked up when I heard long moans of pleasure coming from him. A blush crept up to my face; he must be jerking off! But why, why did he lock himself in the bathroom to do that when I’m right here! As impulsive as I am I jerked the door open.

“Why won’t you let me do it for you?” I asked.He froze in shock. Just like I had imagined, he’s sitting on the side of the tub with his throbbing erection in one hand. He stripped completely naked and for the first time I can see his tanned skin crisscrossed with pinkish scars. The scars that have barely healed from the accident he had last year.

“What are you doing in here brat?” He shouted throwing the first thing that fell under his hand at me. I managed to dodge the flying bar of soap. The next thing he did was cover his body with a beige towel.

“Why won’t you have sex with me? We had plenty of opportunities, yet you always find a reason to run away. You can’t deny you want me; just look at yourself!” I shouted, pointing at his lower body. This time I was really frustrated. We’ve been fooling around with this for long enough.

“You’re just a kid.” He growled.
“Is that why you jerked me off then locked yourself in the bathroom to finish yourself off?” I asked throwing my hand in the air. By now I was standing at an arm’s length away from him.

“Get out Tyler, I never should have touched you.”

Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes but I managed to hold them until I got outside. I left so quickly; I grabbed my sweater but I didn’t even stop to think before heading out in the pouring rain. By the time I got home of course I was completely soaked; my hair was dripping wet and my skin was icy cold. I just left my sweater and pants in with my shoes so I wouldn’t drip all over the place.

I was trying to make the tears stop before anybody saw me. My dad would instantly know since I’m not supposed to be here. I was so distracted, I never noticed the extra pair of shoes or how they were out of place nor did I notice they were right in my path. I couldn’t stop myself and I tripped over them.

“Who the hell left his shoes there?” I asked. I was almost surprised by the rage in my voice as well as the sob that cut my sentence in half. I looked down at the shoes; they were so small that at first I thought they were girl’s shoes. Probably one of my sister’s friends. I was right about them being one of her friends, but not quite right about the gender.

“I don’t know, it made a really loud sound.” I heard a voice approaching, a boys voice. I quickly whiped my tears off my face and attempted to composed myself. The least I could do was hide my actual emotions with a scowl. “Ah, it was just a human.” The emotionless voice said really calmly, not quite worried by the fact that I could have broken my nose just now.

“What the hell are you being so nonchalant about? I could have seriously hurt myself just now!” I shouted.

“So …did you?” He asked, crouching down to my eye level. Just when I was standing I spared a glance at him. I was so shocked at the pair of mismatched eyes staring back at me that I literally fell on my ass. The clear blue eye the boy possessed made an almost eerie contrast with his dark brown one. His long red hair was pulled back into a pony tail, allowing me to get a perfect view of those eyes. “You don’t have to cry about it; it’s not really manly from your part.” He said. I finally managed to frown back.

“I’m not crying you moron!” I growled at him but he only cocked his head to the side which only made me more frustrated. I felt like he was just teasing me by that gesture. He must have noticed that my eyes were red from all the crying I did on the way home. I don’t know if I should grant him a good point or not for that but he was so rude, I momentarily forgot about Gianni.

“Ohba senpai ,from the student council right?” He asked. That’s when I realised the uniform he was wearing under a pale pink apron. He looked a little young, but this was definitely a uniform from our school.

“Right, did you start high school this year cause, I’ve never seen you around?” I asked raising a eyebrow. He nodded.

“I shouldn’t have left my shoes there.” He said as he held out his hand for me to take.

“That’s alright; I wasn’t paying attention.” My mood changed a little as I realised he was a kid from our school. Furthermore, he just apologized and held out his hand to me so I smiled. I froze when I took his hand though; his hands were really sticky, like he had been baking something really sweet.

“My name is Namikaze Kurorimi.” He said cocking his head to the side, and again it felt like he was teasing me. Even though his tone never changed he must have known that his hand was sticky. After all, he was wearing the apron, so I assumed he’d been cooking.

“Your hands are sticky kid.” I said trying the keep the forced smile on my face.

“You’re the idiot who just took my hand; we’re strangers after all, so you shouldn’t trust me so blindly.” He said removing his hand from mine so I could see that they were covered in a caramel coloured substance.

“You little…” I clenched my teeth.

“You’re much less gallant than the rumour says.” The redhead said popping a finger in his mouth sucking on it to get all the sweet off. Right, it’s not my style to lose my temper like that. As a student council member it’s my duty to be cheerful and polite towards the other students. No one made me lose my temper ike that in a really long time.

“Aren’t you the one being rude to your senpai?” I asked glaring at him. However, the boy seemed much too indulged in his sweet snack to be listening to me anymore. He didn’t look up at me but kept licking and sucking on his fingers in a very slow and… sexual way. For a moment I just watched, mesmerized by the action. Wait, that boy is probably doing this on purpose to side track me. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” I asked roughly pulling his fingers out of his mouth. “What are you doing here anyways?” I asked.

“Helping Hikari chan make maple candies.” He said, nonchalantly starting to suck on his fingers again. I froze, both at the fact that he had mentioned my sister’s name and that she was making maple candies. Only mom used to make those, the woman I truly despised. “Want to try?” He asked taking his fingers out of his mouth again and this time directing them toward my face.

“If you think I’m going to put your fingers into my mouth.” I warned him, but the hand only kept coming closer to my face. “Don’t touch me; you’re all sticky.” I ordered backing up. I backed up all the way until my back hit the door and the redhead kept advancing toward me.

“Kuro chan, is that my brother you’re talking to?” Hikari asked, poking her head into the hallway.

“Hikari get your weird friend off me!” I shouted. Then I froze and looked at her, not even paying attention to the redhead who was about an inch away from me and he was a second away from putting his sticky hands on my face. What made me freeze was the fact that for the first time in all those years I looked up at my twin sister and talked to her.

For a long moment Hikari and I just stared at each other. After all the times I’ve avoided her, I didn’t notice how much she has grown. She was so tall for a girl; almost as tall as I am. Her ebony hair was not as long as it used to be. Her hair is only about chin length now, and she was dressed in a goth-punk fashion under her apron. She became such a beautiful girl since I last had the courage to face her. Last time our eyes barely even met and I had such a panic attack; they had to drug me and I wouldn’t come out of my rooms for days. However, that brat got me so distracted, I didn’t even think about being scared.

“Kuro chan, are you teasing my brother?” She asked.

“Kuro chan?” I questioned trying my best not to burst out laughing. “You’re so small even the girls call you Kuro chan!” I exclaimed with a big grin. The boy looked up at me. His expression never changed so, without warning, a pair of sticky hands found their way to my cheeks. “You little pest!” I growled.

“My name is Kurorimi.” he said, rubbing his hands on my cheeks to put as much of the maple candy on me as possible.

“If a girl calls you Kuro chan to me, you’re nothing more than Kurotan!” I said half teasing, half growling, while trying to push the redhead off me.

“Is it the first time the two of you have met?” Hikari asked.

“What does this look like; do you think I’d actually have a friend like that?” I asked finally shaking the boy off me.

“You two are from the same school.” She stated, her voice was still unsure since we haven’t talked in so long. This conversation was getting way too familiar.

“Yeah that’s right, but I wouldn’t have known that if Kurotan hadn’t been wearing his school uniform.” I said pushing the boy back a little. “What kind of loser wears his school uniform on the weekend?” I asked with a smirk.

“At least not the kind of loser that gets a hard on from watching his kohai lick his fingers.” He said monotonously, just pointing at the bulge in my pants. That’s right, since I was wet I took off all my clothes. Now, I was just in my boxers and it couldn’t be more obvious that I was aroused. I flushed beet red.

“I knew you did that on purpose you devilish chibi.” My voice was escalating.

“I knew his odd eyes were some kind of a good omen.” Hikari said in an almost mystical manner.

“Don’t tell me you’re into that occult stuff?” I asked.

“I’d curse you if you’re mean to my friend again.” She said glaring darkly at me. It sent a shiver down my spine, not the same kind as usual. It seemed to me like we were just having some kind of normal sibling fight.

“Well make your friend wash his hand at least.” I said storming off. This was getting too much. How come when I left this morning I couldn’t have even faced Hikari and now we were having a harmless sibling fight? That redhead really got me distracted; so bad that I didn’t even see the person I despised the most in my sister’s face for once. And as I was cleaning my face in the bathroom, I was able to actually look at myself in the mirror without seeing my mother’s face in my own. Something I haven’t been able to do in the past seven years. Maybe I should cut my hair, it was getting a little bit too long.

I didn’t talk to Hikari for the rest of the weekend but I wasn’t dreading meeting her at every corner. I don’t know what that weird lethargic looking boy did, but I felt very calm for the rest of the weekend. I felt so calm that I was able to think clearly about my relationship with Hikari. She must have been hurting so much through all of this, but I didn’t choose to react like that to her.

Thus, I was in a pretty good mood when I went to school. Heck, I was so angry at the rude boy I barely even though of what happened with Gianni.

“Seshiru kun!” I said waving brightly as I saw my white haired friend in the distance. He turned my way and smiled.

“Morning Tyler. Come here, come meet my friend I talked to you about.” He said with a wave of his hand. That’s right, Seshiru is always talking about this guy he’s friend with; someone who’s really kind and sweet. Last year he would always leave school to have lunch with him. He’d never and have lunch with us no matter how much I tried to sway him. However, I froze when I noticed who the boy was.

“You!” I exclaimed.

“Morning senpai.” The one I baptised as Kurotan raised his hand in a form of salutation, just as emotionless as the last time I saw him.

“You guys know each other?” Seshiru asked.

“I met a pretty girl the other day claiming she had been forced to go to the café with her friends. She gave me maple candies as a tip but when I saw her again she refused to give me any more. She said ‘Those are hard to make, if you want some you’ll have to work too.’ So I went to her place; she happened to be senpai’s sister.” Kurotan explained. I shivered thinking back to the sticky maple syrup he had smudged all over my hands and my face.

“You mean Ohba Hikari? You’re pretty good with girls Kuro chan; apparently she turned down every single guy who talked to her.” Seshiru said, putting a hand around the redhead’s shoulders.

“These two made a mess like you wouldn’t believe out of the kitchen.” I said crossing my arms. The white haired teen laughed cheerfully.

“You were with them Tyler?” He asked suddenly. He knows I don’t have the best of relationships with my sister.

“It’s because of that brat, he left his shoes in front of the door and I tripped.” I said pointing accusingly at the emotionless boy.

“Ty, don’t be so harsh toward Kuro chan; he’s my dear friend after all.” Seshiru said with a laugh. I was surprised. So this rude kid is Seshiru’s dear friend. I remember how last year he would never hang around for lunch, he ate with this person instead. That’s far from the image I had made of the one he speaks so dearly of.

“Senpai’s still angry because he can’t handle maple candy too well.” Kurotan said pointing at my crotch area. The white haired teen seemed confused about the whole thing so he only laughed, but I blushed scarlet red, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

“You little…” I growled. The bell rang.

“Later hentai senpai.” He said waving me off. I was trembling in anger just trying not to leap and wring the kid’s neck.

“What happened between you guys for Kuro to call you a perv?’ Seshiru asked, He seemed to find this very funny. “It’s not in Kuro’s style to pick a fight with someone. And it’s not your style to get angry or agitated like that.” He added.

“I don’t know about your friend ,but he’s been extremely rude ever since we met.” I explained.

“Is there something bothering you?” He asked.

“Why that question all of a sudden?” I asked.

“I don’t know, if Kuro sensed that you’re troubled he might just be trying to cheer you up.” He explained. He he started to head toward class and I followed him. We have most of our classes together.

“He senses that I’m troubled?” I am troubled, after what happened with Gianni… “But what kind of weird logic is that? He’s just trying to make me angry.” I debated.

“Even I don’t understand him most of the time. He’s got a strange way of dealing with things. It almost seems like he’s got another sense, or an overly good sense of observation, with just one glance he can tell how someone feels. He can tell if someone shows his true nature and he seems to be attracted to people who are troubled.” He explained. “Somehow, he did a lot for me.” He added. I sure remember how Kishimoto used to be at the beginning of last year, he was quiet, shy, almost shut in. Suddenly, he got more cheerful and more open. I believe I’ve seen this kid once before too.He was with that first year candidate, Tooru Santa. His friends were all outgoing and dynamic, the kind of people that probably shouldn’t notice a dull boy like him.

“He’s weird, does that face of his ever change?” I asked. Seshiru looked down for a moment.

“I’ve never seen him display any kind of emotion, for some reason it’s all shut inside him. He won’t tell me why though.” He explained. So even to his best friend this boy was a mystery. How odd.

Thankfully, I wasn’t in the same grade as the brat so I didn’t get to see him that much. The only time would have been during lunch breaks, but I was so busy with the student council, that I didn’t really get a lunch break. There was a quarrel between the president and the vice president about who would be the first year representative. Of course the president wants his brother to be chosen, but Nitta senpai would rather have Tooru Santa. I also think Tooru Santa would make a much better candidate; the boy is always bright and cheerful and he cares a lot more for people.

The only problem seems to be Abe Hibari. The man I seem to be on par with for popularity. We were both chosen as representatives for our year. Hibari doesn’t seem to like Tooru kun since the boy is so outgoing, however, the president’s brother should have came in but Hibari was the one who suggested a vote. He was acting weird ever since he had met the kid. He spends more time with the track team, compared to least year, and Seshiru said after each race he looks off into the crowd as if to see if the boy was watching. Hibari’s a cold person and was thought only to have ‘advantageous’ friendships. His father was strict and didn’t like him hanging around commoners. Hibari developed that mentality and he looked down on poor people. I didn’t think Tooru kun’s family was exactly wealthy, so, if Hibari does want to befriend the boy ,he must be torn in-between two worlds.

With how busy I was for the student council, I shouldn’t see the damn brat, sadly, it seems like my sister has grown fond of the kid. In other words, he’s at my place a lot. I don’t know how it is but every time he’s around I always get caught up in whatever these two are doing ,so I end up spending time with both him and my sister. I was growing used to being around Hikari. Even though we lived in the same house for all our lives, we barely saw each other over the last few years. After my mother left; it left such a scar on me that I would get panic attacks just by looking at Hikari, or even at myself in the mirror. But now that Kurotan pushed me towards her, I feel better about the whole thing. I can talk to her and fight with her like normal siblings do. My father seemed to be very happy at that, I know he couldn’t have asked for anything more than the two of us getting along.

I called Gianni twice a day and I emailed him God knows how many times, but not once he answered my call. At the end of the week I finally got fed up and went to his place. I couldn’t sit calmly at my place waiting for him anymore. Our relationship was going just fine so why did he suddenly flip? I don’t think I ever did or said something that could offend him. I really, honestly love him, I don’t think I ever made him think otherwise.

I’m nervous as I walk to his place. Was he just embarrassed and chased me off? That must have been it! He was just too embarrassed and didn’t know how to react! After all, under his tough exterior, Gianni is quite shy. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see me; he never acted like he didn’t want me around before. The only reason he didn’t answer my calls must have been because he was ashamed and didn’t know how to apologize. I nodded to myself, but my hand was shaking as I knocked on the door.

No one seemed to be around, just like last time. However, Gianni shouldn’t have an appointment, so he must be here. He doesn’t really go out unless it’s for appointments. But when I knocked no one answered. I knocked some more, but again no one came to the door. I was starting to get worried. What if something happened to hi m while he was all alone? He might have been pushing himself too much and fell somewhere! Without thinking I tried the front door. It wasn’t locked. I got even more worried since now I know he’s here!

“Gianni! Are you alright?” I asked loudly enough; he should have heard me through the entire house. “Gianni!” I called again, only to be answered by silence. I rushed toward his bedroom. Too panicked or worried to hear any of the sounds coming from inside.

I was shocked beyond belief when I opened the door; my knees felt weak and I held the frame to keep myself from falling to my knees. I saw a brunette, a beautiful brunette riding him, on his bed…tears instantly welled up in my eyes. I would have never guessed that this was the reason Gianni had been ignoring my calls. All those words he said last time he really meant them. He didn’t want to touch me. All that time I thought he could have liked me, seems like I was wrong.

“Tyler.” Gianni said. He sat up the moment I opened the door. I was too shocked, I couldn’t read the expression on his face.

“Sorry Gianni, I shouldn’t have busted in like that.” I said forcing a nervous laugh to come out.

“Tyler.” Gianni repeated and I refused to look up at him.

“I should leave.” I said, turning on my heels and sprinting out of the place. The only thing I could hear was her voice as I ran out.

“Leave him be Gi, I think he finally got the message.” So this really was the reason why he pushed me away last time. How long has it been going on between them? When was he planning to tell me? How much was he going to let me fall in love with him? From what I saw there ,he was certainly not returning the love I have for him.

I couldn’t even make it home without breaking down. I was crying so much I couldn’t see two feet in front of me and my pace was slowing down until I slumped heavily against a tree. I sobbed loudly into my hands; I didn’t have the strength to hold it back. The first person I ever loved, the person I loved so strongly for the last year, why did it have to end? I was so happy with him. Why can’t I be happy? What did I ever do to deserve something like this?

I just knelt there crying into my hands, not caring that I was outside, nor did I pay any mind to the biting wind. I was a fool to think he would return the love of a kid, a boy nonetheless. I knew Gianni liked girls but he allowed me to stay so close to him I thought I might have had a chance.

“What is it this time? Or are you going to tell me it’s raining on your face?” I froze the moment I heard a monotone voice, of course I knew who it was right away. No one else sounds like him. I felt something warm drop around my shoulder, his dark blue uniform jacket; it was still warm since he was wearing it all day.

“You’ll catch a cold if you go out dressed like that.” He said kneeling down beside me. He only made me remember why I was here in the first place. I opened my mouth to say something but the only thing that came out was a sob. “There now, you don’t have to explain anything.” He said running a finger through my dark hair.

“Stupid Kurotan, who do you think you are patronizing me like that.” I cried. I was so desperate that even though I said that I buried my face in the crook of his neck and I clung to his shirt. I should not have been doing that, after all I’m his senpai, I shouldn’t let others see me like that. It’s not like we were friends either, but that didn’t seem to bother him. He wrapped a comforting arm around me. I noticed how big his hands on my back were. He didn’t say anything for a while and let me cry all the tears I wanted.

Although I had only known the redhead for a few weeks, something about him was oddly comforting. Instead of calming down I cried louder because whenever I’m around him ,all my emotions seem to flow out. It was growing dark out and rather cold by the time I calmed down. He was still there; he hadn’t moved an inch while I cried.

“How the hell did you end up finding me anyways?” I asked ,sniffling and trying to wipe the tears off my face with my sleeve.

“I saw a weird lump on the sidewalk right in front of my house and that lump just happened to be you.” He explained dryly.

“Don’t call me a lump.” I glared. He cocked his head to the side slowly.

“I’m glad senpai seems better.” He said. I noticed just how soft his eyes were and how honest he sounded. I blushed a little. I shouldn’t be getting angry with him after he spent all that time comforting me. He patted my head gently. “You look better when you smile anyways.” He said.

“Don’t say that when I’m trying to recover from a broken heart.” I said with a pout.

“Whoever made you cry like that mustn’t be in their right mind.” He said finally standing up. I looked at him, my heart felt so warm at the words he was saying, all this time he had been doing nothing but angering me and I thought he was just an arrogant kid, but when he said that, I realised that he’s only been trying to keep my mind off my troubles all this time. I figured out the reason Seshiru liked him so much: he’s a caring person after all.

“Come on, let’s get some tea to warm up.” He said holding out his hand for me. I didn’t hesitate before I took it. His fingers were as cold as ice; he must have been getting cold too. He helped me up and led me into the house. He made me sit on the floor by the fireplace as he made the tea. He sat by me and drank silently without saying a word. It was a comfortable silence.

“Thanks, Kurotan.” I said truthfully.

“My name is Kurorimi.” He said.He was still offended at the pet name but he cocked his head to the side anyway.

“Don’t complain, I was being grateful.” I said giving him a light push.

“A lot of people count on you, so we can’t afford to have you moping around.” He answered. He’s right in a way. Gianni was not the only person that needed me.As a member of the student council, I play an important part in our school. “If you ever feel sad like that again you can come to me.” He said looking up at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. That’s when I noticed his charm. I was growing quite found of the boy.

That didn’t keep us from fighting though. After that day he went back to teasing me, calling me ‘hentai senpai’ and making me angry all the time. Nonetheless, it became our ritual; it kept me from growing sad.

I was very happy for that pink haired boy, Santa; he made it into the student council. Under weird circumstances too! Apparently he owns it to Kurotan for Hibari kun’s change of heart. Santa and the redhead seemed to be very close. The pink haired boy always drags him all over the place when he’s not hanging on Hibari’s side. And about Hibari, he seemed a little different lately; I’d say he’s not as stuck up as he used to be. He’s having a good time with Kurotan and Santa.

Also, that redhead as been spending a lot of time at my place; he’s getting along really well with Hikari. He’s there when I need a shoulder to lean on, when I think about Gianni he’s my comfort. It’s our little secret. She too spends a lot of time at dad’s place, more than she used too. I see her a lot more.

“Ty, are you’re coming with Kuro and I?” Hikari said peeking into my room. She’s still a little awkward around me since it was hurting her a lot that I wouldn’t even look at her. She’s also slowly getting used to me. She laughs at my overly gallant attitude. She’s got a nice laugh, nothing like the laugh my mother used to have.

“Why would I have to accompany you and that chibi, it’s not like I’m your guardian or anything.” I said crossing my arms. I was in the middle of reading a really good book too.

“Come on, don’t be so stiff, you barely ever get out unless it’s related to the student council and…” She took a pause. “We’re going to watch a movie, you’ll like it!” She said with a smile, it was obvious she just stopped herself from saying something else. She was going to say; to go see Gianni. She noticed too, how I stopped going. He hadn’t called me in over a month, he didn’t answer my calls and whenever I go there ,I get told he’s out of the house. But I know Gianni doesn’t go out of the house often with his legs. He really decided he didn’t want to see me anymore.

“So what’s this, are you going to say this is a’ let’s comfort Tyler’ date?” I asked, trying to laugh but my fists were shaking.

“I never said anything like that.” She said crossing her arms with a cute pout. She’d never say that since she’s not the kind of girly girl that would go ‘Forget about that loser and let’s have some fun in-between girl’ but I think she has a similar motive. After so long, I’m surprised she didn’t hate me, and she wants to comfort me even though I’ve never been there to comfort her.

“We’re going to hook you up, in a cinema. It’s better if they don’t see what you look like anyways.” He said nonchalantly, breaking my discomfort by making me angry.

“You brat! Why don’t you hook up with someone, so you have less time to annoy me.” I spat at him. I swear he makes me lose my composure just by opening his mouth.

“You won’t ever score if you’re so angry all the time.” He said cocking his head to the side. So I ended up going to the cinema with Hikari and Kurotan. They weren’t bad company at all; I was surprised. On the way back Hikari and I were by the river, while Kuro went to the bathroom.

“Tyler, would you mind if I asked?” She bit her bottom lip and looked very uncomfortable. I frowned; I instantly knew what she wanted to ask. After all, Hikari was still living with mom. She didn’t know why I hated her so much. That I even feared seeing her.

“I’m sorry Hikari.” I said looking up at her. “She… she used to beat me up.” I finally admitted. Not even my father knew that. From what he knows ,she yelled at me a lot but I never told him she used to hit me too. They got divorced because she always got so angry when I ran away from her, but dad never knew the extent of her anger.

“It’s not because I don’t like you, but it seems like I every time I saw you ,I saw her. Heck, even when I looked at myself I could see her in me.” I said.She seemed stunned and unable to say anything about this new information. So I kept talking. “I know this was hurting you. I was so angry at myself for not being able to look at you. You’re my sister and I really like you.” I said clenching my fists, now looking away from her.

“Ty, does dad know about it?” She asked.

“I never had the courage to tell him. He used to love her so much, he went through all of this because of me. I didn’t want to make this worse for him.” I said.

“Oh Tyler.” She said, tears were becoming apparent in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around me. “If I had known.” She started.

“It’s not your fault.” I cut in wrapping my arms around her too. “This is not your fault you hear me; you have no reason to feel guilty about any of this.” I said burying my face in her hair. “Somehow I wish we could start our relationship over. For some reason, ever since I met that brat I don’t feel as nervous around you, I managed to see what kind of person you are. You’re such a nice girl.” I said.

“That’s because Kuro chan as a healing aura.” She said pulling away from me.

“Again with that occult stuff?” I asked. She chuckled through her tears.

“I guess. But it does seem like he has a calming aura.” She said. She turned and looked off into the St-Laurence River. “I do wish we could start over; we’re twins and there is so much that we don’t know about each other.” She said smiling up at me and I smiled back. I’m really glad I we were able to break that barrier between the two if us.

“It’s getting too cold to hang out in the old Montreal.” The monotone voice suddenly broke the silence.

“There you are; we were waiting for you.” I said in an annoyed tone.

“No wonder you don’t score, you’re so impatient senpai.” He said.

“Again with that?” I asked with a glare. Kurotan just looked away, not really looking as if he were about to answer my question. “Anyways, it is getting cold, let’s go.” I said. I still had a lot of things to talk about with my sister but with Kurotan here we wouldn’t get anywhere. It can wait; now that I’ve got the courage to face her, I’ve got all the time in the world to settle things. I’m going to take things a little at a time.

By the time we got back it was late, so Hikari coaxed Kurotan to stay over instead of going back home. On the way home Hikari stopped by my grandmother’s house where dad and Isaac were. She told me to take the redhead back to our place and that she’d be back shortly. I whined but I brought the boy back with me anyway. I didn’t really want to be anywhere alone with him. He had to sleep in my room too.

Joy! My dad doesn’t want boy’s to sleep in Hikari’s room. What the hell? Did he think that emotionless brat would make a move on Hikari? Then again, Kuro seems to be as reckless as a wild bull; you never know what he would try!

Resolutely,(Reluctantly?) I made him a bed on the floor. While he was in the bathroom, I glared at the wall with a pillow in hand, waiting for him to come back. What the hell’s taking him so long? I really need to go take a piss. Is that brat really trying to tick me off? I’ve almost been glaring at this wall for half an hour! I finally get fed up from waiting and jumped to my feet. I want to go to the bathroom so I can go to bed already! What the hell, he just went when we came out of the cinema anyway.

“Kurotan! I need to go to the bathroom so hurry up!” I shouted from the other side of the door. No answer came from him, so I knocked on the door. “Stop fucking around brat; are you trying to make me piss my pants?” I asked, my voice was escalating; so much that I almost missed his reply.

“Sorry senpai.” His usual monotone voice sounded weak over the door, much too weak. I stopped my angry rapping on the door. I was a tiny bit concerned now. It’s a little unusual for him to have been there for so long.

“Are you feeling alright? You’ve been in there for quite a while.” I asked. My concern grew as it took a moment for him to answer.

“I’m fine.” He said. I was almost ready to say he sounded breathless.

“Than get out before I piss myself!” I got angry again, more like I was worried, but I didn’t know what to say, knowing that he was refusing to answer me. There was another long silence before I heard the soft click of the door.

“Sorry about that.” He said drawing in a shaky breath. He might have said he was ok, but he looked terrible. My eyes widened and I felt guilty for shouting at him all that time. A shaky hand was gripping the door frame and his complexion was awful. He was deadly white and his skin was shiny with sweat, so much that his long bangs were damp even though he looked cold and his teeth was chattering.

“Yo Kurotan, are you feeling ill?” I asked, leaning in towards him to get a look at his face. He would only look at the floor while panting heavily.

“Go to the bathroom before you piss yourself.” He said in attempt to be his usual rude self, however, he had trouble getting to the end of his sentence.

“I’m serious Kuro, you look very sick.” I was getting really worried with his lack of an answer.

“It’s nothing for you to be concerned about.” He said through clenched teeth, before pushing past me, heading back to my room. It seemed to take a lot of effort and concentration out of him, just to put one foot in front of the other, still using the wall as a support. I frowned and turned to him, his spare hand was clenching his stomach. With each step his pace slowed until he came to a stop and slid down the wall now gasping for breath.

“Oi, Kurotan, this is not funny, tell me what’s wrong.” I demanded, leaning by his side, grabbing his arm to force him to look at me.

“My stomach hurts.” He gasped. It probably hurt a LOT considering from the way he was hunched over with his forehead touching the floorboards. Sweat was tickling down his face wetting the wood.

“Do you need medicine? Do you need to use the bathroom?” I asked frantically.

“Leave me b…” He hand clasped over his mouth. He didn’t get to finish his sentence because he was cut off by a gag. A small amount of bile seeped through his fingers .He kept gagging, dry heaving. I didn’t know what to do. He clenched his chest; this was clearly very painful for him. He kept on dry heaving for long minutes before he came to an abrupt stop. He leaned heavily against the wall. I was shaking with the worry and the panic.

“Come on, I’ll take you to my room.” At least to get him off the floor into a more comfortable position. I was surprised that I had no problem picking him up bridal style. Considering he’s a bottomless pit, I expected him to be a little more massive but he seemed so much tinier shaking like that in my arms. He tensed up but he didn’t have the strength to protest against my hold on him.

“You’ve got to tell me how I can help you.” I said as I laid him on my bed. I leaned over him but he only curled into a tight ball. The pain doesn’t seem to be easing at all. “I’ll go get you something that might help okay?” I asked running a hand through his red hair. He didn’t respond. “If you have to throw up, don’t hold back okay? I’ll leave a trash can by the bed; we’ll pick it up later.” I said to reassure him because this was probably bothering him. I headed downstairs and started boiling water. I didn’t know if this was going to help him or not, I didn’t know what caused him to be in so much pain. This might just make him vomit some more but it’s still better that this dry heaving he’s been having.

I felt bad for being such a jerk towards him while he was in there puking for the last half hour. I glared at the boiler; could this thing go any slower? I started pacing around the kitchen waiting for my water to boil. It was so hard waiting, when I knew how much pain my friend was in upstairs. From the kitchen I could hear he was dry heaving again. The moment my water boiled, I added some ingredients and rushed upstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed with a steaming cup in my hand. Kuro was having trouble holding back moans of pain.

“This is something my grandmother used to make for me when I got stomach aches.” I said. I laid the cup on my bedside table. I wrapped an arm around the redhead’s back and pulled him against my chest to hold him in a sitting position. I grabbed the cup and took a sip myself to make sure the liquid wasn’t too hot. I burned my tongue so I blew on the liquid for while. When it was at the right temperature, I pressed it against his bottom lip. He refused to drink.

“I know this might make you throw up, but there is chance this will help your stomach.” I said to coax the stubborn boy to drink. He was desperate for the pain to stop so he took a shaky breath and allowed himself so sip at the warm drink. He drank slowly but his gasping pants died down. “Does this feel good?” I asked. He nodded weakly. He managed to grab the cup from my hands to finish the drink. I stayed behind him since he was still leaning heavily against me. Eventually he put the cup back on my bedside table.

“Thank you senpai.” He murmured. When he tried to sit up straight, he grabbed the side of his head as if he was taken over by vertigo and he fell back against me.

“Are you alright?” I asked in concern.

“What did you put in that?” He asked . I noticed how his cheeks and nose were flushed bright red. I chuckled lightly, relieved that he looked so much better.

“I forgot to mention my grandmother was an alcoholic!” I said with a laugh. This drink was a mix of hot water, lemon, honey and a healthy amount of Vodka. The redhead was probably not used to the alcohol and this much might have gotten him drunk. “Maybe you should sleep off the drunkenness; it will do you some good. This drained you a lot.” I said but I don’t think I needed to point this out that Kurotan’s breathing had softened and he was slumbering peacefully against my chest.

I moved him to a laying position against the pillow. For some time I laid beside him looking at his sleeping face. He looked adorable like that, with the drunken flush still on his face. I didn’t mind having the boy like that. I wonder if he’d been in pain for a long time before I actually found out. I didn’t realise how sick he was until it was painfully obvious. Does this boy always suffer a lot inside like that? By the time Hikari came back I was already sleeping next to the boy on the bed. I bet my sister had a good laugh at this. And when Kuro woke up he called me a pervert, I swear that kid can be such a pain in the ass when he wants. Once I was sure he was fine I sent him back to his place since it seemed to be the only way to stop the endless teasing.

On Monday I could finally eat with my friends at lunch. Now that the student council has integrated Tooru Santa in the committee, I have time to eat with my friends, but now I can’t do that because we’ve got no clue where the redhead went. Since Seshiru is worried about the boy, so it’s common courtesy to help him find the kid. Now where the hell could that little redhead be.

I started looking for him up on the roof. It was the only place in the school where we hadn’t checked. Since it was so cold out, I didn’t think he would be there but it wouldn’t hurt to have a look. I never thought he’d actually be there. When I stepped onto the roof a shiver ran through my body. It could have been from the cold but in that situation it was from panic. What panic? Well the redhead had climbed the fence and was sitting on top gazing down,while the chilly wind played with his red strands.

Red strands that were much shorter than the ones he had yesterday or even this morning! There were red stands of hair all over the place, most of them taking off in the cold November wind. I didn't take the time to comment on that thought, the place he was sitting was bothering me too much.

“Kurotan what the hell are you doing up there; it’s dangerous!” I shouted rushing to the fence. He didn’t respond, he didn’t even seem to acknowledge my presence. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath. What the hell is he doing? My hands were shaking but I didn’t get to think about, nor did I think about the biting cold of the steel on my fingers as I climbed the fence faster than I ever thought I could.

“Kuro!” I shouted as I grabbed his arm. I’m not even on top of the fence, or sitting at such a dangerous place, but I felt the vertigo as I looked down. It only made me panic more for the boy’s safety. “Kuro get down from there!” I shouted, but still, he didn’t answer. An especially strong gust of wind blew his hair all over his face, he had probably cut them himself since his bangs were a little longer than the back and the cut was uneven.

“Ne, senpai,” He paused a long moment. “Falling from this height would kill someone, right?” He asked.

“Why are you asking that? Or course someone would die if they fell from this height!” I said tightening the grip his arm. “Kuro, it’s not funny, come back down!” I yelled, pressing my forehead against his arm. I honestly was getting scared. Kuro’s was quiet; I can never figure him out. What makes him like that? What’s going on in his head? What is he afraid of?

“It would be,” Another pause. “A quick death.”

“Kuro, don’t you dare think that!” My voice was trembling, he could probably feel my warm tear drops on his cold hand. “Don’t you dare think of something like that.” I cried. His hand slipped away from my grasp. “Kuro.” My voice broke. With the next gust of wind red hair flew all over the place, dancing with the wind, the red hair that had remained on his shoulders were now gone, and for once I could see the skin of his creamy white neck. He swiftly swung his legs over to my side of the fence. He pushed himself off the fence and landed safely right next to me.

“Sorry about making you worry senpai.” He said.

“Kurotan you idiot! What the hell was that all about?” I asked climbing down the fence, my face red from anger and from the tears still streaming down my face.

“I felt sick and I needed some fresh air.” He simply answered.

“No, about the things you said, how could you say that?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do something like that; I’ve already made a promise with someone. However, staring into death’s face is much less frightening than knowing it’s behind you not knowing when it’s going to strike.” He said. I hadn’t realised how weak his voice was up until that point when he simply collapsed.

“Kuro!” I exclaimed rushing toward him, I just barely caught his arm, not stopping him from falling against the cold concrete, but at least keeping him from banging his head on it. “Hey are you alright?” I asked. I knelt beside him and turned him on his back. “Kuro, Kuro!” I shouted. I was panicking thinking about that last sentence he said. I was afraid he’d be… My hand shot to his neck to find a pulse. I sighed in relief to find a hard steady beat under my fingers. I moved my to his forehead.

“A fever.” I said. “Why are you even here with such a fever?” I asked more to myself than to him. My voice was still breaking with sobs. I hadn’t recovered from the scene he just put me through yet. He was shaking from the cold, of course he would be; it was beginning to snow! I quickly took off my black uniform jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders.

“Come on Kurotan wake up.” I said slapping his cheek gently a few times. His breathing was shallow but he seemed to be in a deep slumber. He didn’t react at all at my calling. I took a moment to remove the hair from inside his collar. I didn’t know what pushed him to cut his hair, but he looked good with his short hair. His hair stopped just about at his ear. He looked more boyish and now his hair wouldn’t hide his mismatched eyes. I slid a hand under his knees and lift him up against my chest. He stirred awake from that.

“Sorry about that senpai.” He murmured raising a hand to his temple.

“Don’t move too much; you’ll just pass out again.” I said heading towards the door with the redhead in my arms. His head rested heavily against my chest.

“I’m not feeling well.” He said clenching the fabric of my shirt. I tightened my grip on him. He was stating the obvious but he sounded weary. I knew he wasn’t talking about right now; he’s talking about pretty much all the time.

“Are you ill Kuro?” I asked.

“I’m not healthy.” He murmured. Somehow I never expected a clear answer from him, but I knew that already.

“Try to rest, I’ll bring you to the student council, you can sleep there.” I said. “Are you in a lot of pain?” I asked.

“It’s not too bad, I’ll be able to sleep.” He said. His voice was weakening and his head grew heavier against me. The redhead was asleep again. That day I understood that boy a little. One is that he’s looking in death’s face all the time, he’s in pain all the time but he never complains about it. He probably accepts it. That’s why he’s so different; he discarded his fear of death, he only hopes it will come quickly. That’s why he’s so affectionate towards other people; he’s not paying any mind to his own emotions and he can see other’s clearly. He takes risks for other people because he lives for today; he probably doesn’t know if he’s going to live tomorrow.

It also made me realise that I was being held back too much by my past. It’s true that my mother abused me before, but I shouldn’t let that hurt my relationship with Hikari. I survived and that’s all that should matter. I should live for today like he does. On that day I also decided I would give up on Gianni. I can’t spend my life waiting for him; I’ve waited so much for him already. And I never knew what could happen tp me tomorrow, next month, in a year.

“Tyler! Did you find Kuro?” Seshiru asked in a panic when I met him in the hallway. I turned around for him to see the redhead in my arms. “Is he alright?” He asked glancing worriedly at the boy.

“For now he’s sleeping, he said he felt sick and went out for fresh air.” I explained.

“That idiot, he should have at least told someone.” Seshiru said hovering over the boy, checking for his temperature.

“Seshiru, is he really ill?” I asked trying to confirm my suspicions.

“Sorry Ty but, I can’t tell you. Kuro wouldn’t be too happy with me.” The white haired teen said. “We should bring him to the infirmary. We need to bring that fever of his down.” He said.

“The student council room, he can sleep on the couches there.” I said. Seshiru nodded. We brought the boy to the student council room. He added his uniform jacket on top of the shivering youth. Santa and Hibari were there.

“What happened to Kuro chan’s hair?” Santa noticed.

“I think he was trying to teach me a lesson.” I said, just like he let go of his hair in the wind, I shouldn’t hang on to painful things in life. I wondered if Kurotan was happy deep down inside. He made a lot of friends this year. Seshiru, Santa, Hibari, Ren, Nitta senpai, my sister and even myself. I wondered if that made him happy. Even though his blank face of his never changes, he makes jokes and he involves himself with others. I think he’s happy with this; he never let anybody get too close though. He didn’t seem to want to have someone closer than a friend.

Through this whole ordeal, even I ended up falling for him. I mean, he’s so gentle and cares so damn much for others. I could have sworn that he liked me but when I confessed to him he turned me down, just like he did Seshiru. I don’t know if it’s really because he didn’t like any of us or because he’s afraid of tomorrow. Nonetheless, I swore to myself I would care for him and make him happy just like Seshiru. That redhead deserves to be pampered a little. He did a lot for me; thanks to him I patched things up with my sister and managed to get over Gianni. He did all of that without asking for anything in exchange. I really hoped that one day he would meet somebody that made him want to live to see tomorrow as well.
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Tyler’s Point of view current time.

In my story I omitted the part about Kurotan’s health. I know Yuuri didn’t know and the redhead wouldn’t be too happy if I told him this. I can understand why Kurotan wouldn’t want him to know. Yuuri’s overemotional and he finally seemed to be settling down. He’s much less aggressive than he used to be, well… he’s still just as aggressive since this seems to be his personality, but it’s not the same kind of rage that he used to have. Now Yuuri allows people to get close to him. When I first met him he would have shunned any act of kindness toward him.

However, this new Yuuri is still very unstable; it would completely throw him off if he knew about Kuro. But when is Kurotan planning to tell him? He can’t keep him the dark much longer. Didn’t they realise how close they were getting? One of them was going to get hurt soon if they kept secrets from each other. Kuro isn’t the only one keeping secrets; it’s clear that Yuuri has a shady past. He came here like he had no past but something is troubling him; something must have happened to him in Japan.

“Have you given up on Gianni? The last time you guys met it seemed…” Yuuri said sitting on the futon with a pillow in his arms. I smiled sadly.

“I thought I did.” I said with a sigh. “It’s not true that we haven’t seen each other for nearly three years. I mean, Kurotan and Gianni are like cousins after all. I was shocked to see him at Kuro’s place the first time. But when I did, I found out I couldn’t give up on him. Ever since, I’ve been talking with Andrea and when I went to get him the other time, it was the first time I managed to talk to him face to face.” I said. He seemed shocked by this. “I seemed confident didn’t I?” I asked,and he nodded. “I was scared shitless inside, it’s only because being outgoing is part of my personality, but I was shaking.” I said with one of my usual smiles.

Hell, when I talked to Gianni that day I thought I would puke from the nervousness. We haven’t talked for so long. However, when I saw him again, my heart started beating as fast as the first time we met. I wanted to be with him once again. I wanted to do this right this time. Who knew what would happen if I didn’t. Meeting Yuuri made me remember that day Kurotan cut his long hair off. I had almost forgotten. If I hesitated too much I might lose him for real this time.

“Yuuri, how do you feel about Kuro?” I asked.

“What do you mean how do I feel about Kuro? We’re friends what else?” He said, his voice was a little louder and his face was flushed red. I chuckled; in that way he’s so innocent. There’s a part of him that’s still just like a little boy no matter how much he could act like a man at times.

“The only thing I can tell you is that, if you ever have any feelings for him,” I bit my lip for a moment. “Don’t hesitate.” I finished.

“What’s that supposed to mean!” He exclaimed, blushing some more. I don’t know if he understood what I meant by that but I didn’t want to push him too much because that might cause him to close back up, so I changed the subject. But if he does feel something for the redhead, I hope he won’t wait too long because it might be too late.
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When I was writing Lisa's correction at some point I had written attribute instead of grant. Now I was breaking my head over this because that would have made a lot of sense in French but not so much in English. Sometimes I translated either words or expression from French, if something is unclear again you might have to blame it on my Frenchness.

I think my English is getting better, after all, I go to an English university and I live with English people but I did go up in French. This seems to be freaking English people out, I swear if you could hear my accent you'd say the same! So excuse me for further confusion.

For those who are curious about the whole thing, no I will not spill the beans but I do come up with somewhat of an answer next chapter but than again...

I love the next few chapters! Christmas time is such an awesome time of the year makes me happy! Talking about that it's coming up soon! And even though this is the research project time of the year I will keep up with the posting. Oh and for the chapter title, Bonheure au Large does not mean happiness at large, it's more like 'happiness in the horizon' or 'happiness in sight.' More of my French!