In their one floor apartment building, the black haired boy
came in the door after walking Satsuki, the household dog. Panting from all the
exercise and dripping from the rain that was still falling down, Satsuki shook
herself off and ran to her bed to dry herself off more. Satsuki was a white,
fox terrier mix; a medium sized dog that was a perfect size for their
apartment.
“Oi, oi, oi! Satsuki! You're going to dirty the floors!” The
black haired boy had slipped off his shoes, placing them on the wooden poles of
which was considered a shoe dryer. He had placed a dog towel near the door so
that he could dry Satsuki off when they came home. “Satsuki!” He called after
her again, his high-pitched voice cracking slightly.
Drying behind his ears with a small white towel that hung
around his shoulders, Maruki came around the corner, the other roommate of the
apartment and the owner of the dog; dressed in a baggy t-shirt and knee length
shorts the shorter, brown haired boy looked into the hallway at his dripping
friend. Staring at the drenched black haired boy for a moment before looking
off to the direction of where soft, quick patters came from. Satsuki came
trotting back into the entrance, her claws clapping against the hardwood
floors. He smiled softly and patted her back as she ran by him.
“Still going out Aiya? We could just play with her here you
know.” He leaned against the corner of the wall, staring down at Aiya as a drop
of water dripped from his still wet, caramel coloured hair.
Aiya took Satsuki’s torso and rubbed her down with the
towel, peering up at Maruki, he smiled softly.
“Satsuki needs an adequate amount of exercise each day, Maa.
Walking is best for her.” Having her dry enough now, Aiya pat her butt and sent
her off again. He turned and hung the towel over the shoe rack to dry then
stepped up onto the main floor landing. Maruki had blocked him off, standing in
his way. Looking up from the floor in a small state of shock, Aiya left one
foot on the main floor landing and the other in the sunken entrance. Maruki
held a sweet smile; his eyes beaming with a bright light again, holding his own
beautiful aura. He removed the towel from his shoulders and wrapped it around
Aiya's neck, pulling him up to his level, closer to himself.
Aiya's eyes widened, obediently stepping closer to Maruki,
who then draped the towel over his head, rubbing it dry. Aiya stiffened up and
stepped even closer to Maruki. His head drooped down, enjoying the feeling of
Maruki's fingers against his scalp. Aiya let out a soft moan, letting his eyes
slide shut. Maruki then draped the towel back around Aiya's shoulders, and
walked off, leaving Aiya standing there in awe.
Having noticed that Maruki had walked off, Aiya's eyes shot
open seeing a blank wall and an empty hallway. The living room, he had heard
the TV being turned on. His wet socks had squished on the hardwood flooring as
he darted around the corner into the white living room.
“Maruki…” He pouted in his high-pitched voice, drooping
himself over the chair. He looked up, his brows rising slightly. “What’s that?”
His eyes focused on the television.
It was the news about the attacks. The reporter was in the
hospital, interviewing a survivor who had been sedated for days to allow them
to recover. Maruki turned from the TV to Aiya, chuckling in seeing draped over
the chair like a child.
“I don't know, I just turned it on.” He looked to the
television again, listening carefully now.
α “… he was friendly, a
good person to be around. He was very good looking too.” The young girl placed
her hand over her head, obviously feeling light headed. When she had recovered,
she continued with the interview. “I, I was walking home from a night out with
friends, I was a little tipsy. I had fallen into him accidentally and apologized
quickly. He was kind and understanding about the situation, he even offered me
out to coffee. After our coffee I was feeling better and he offered to walk me
home. The young girl paused again, adjusting the blanket on her lap.
“From there I can’t remember anything. I don't think I ever
made it home. Then the next think I remember was waking up here in the
hospital.”
The older male reporter leaned in closer to the girl,
placing a hand on hers, making a connection for the sake of television.
“So you remember anything about him? Can you remember
anything like his appearance, clothing, anything? Authorities are only wanting
to help you.” α
Maruki grabbed the remote again, changing the input of the
television so he could continue with his plans in watching a movie. Aiya pushed
himself up quickly, his damp hair falling down his forehead as he shot up.
“Hey! I wanted to know what happened to her!” His eyes
darted up to Maruki, looking at him like a sad puppy.
Maruki leaned his cheek over his shoulder, a small corner
smile forming on his lush, full lips. He looked over at Aiya with a sense of
know-it-all in gleaming in his eyes.
“Just relax, Ai. I want to watch a movie with you.” He
pressed the button of their new Playstation 3, the movie was already in and
ready to be played. “We’ll watch it again in the evening news, okei?” He
grabbed the remote that they had bought for their system and dropped himself
down on their plush, cream coloured couch, patting the cushion next to him.
Aiya ears had propped up; his long slender fingers grabbed
their chair as he ran around it. His jaw hung open as he ran on air to Maruki's
side. Throwing his foot underneath himself, he sat down near Maruki, nearly
sitting on him. Maruki had turned on the movie, and Aiya had curled up into
him. Looking over his shoulder to him, Maruki pulled the plush throw off the
back of the couch, flicking his wrist to unfold it. He draped it over his and
Aiya's lap, keeping both of them warm. Wrapping his arm over and around Aiya's
shoulder, he pulled him in closely to himself.
Aiya had curled in closely, his heart racing. He was nervous,
yet controlling himself as best he could to enjoy this position. He lifted the
blanket to cover his arm as he wrapped it around Maruki's waist, feeling his
emitting warmth. The movie had started, silencing both of them. Biting his lip
slightly, Maruki hesitantly grasped Aiya's hand in his own, holding it warmly.
Leaning his head on Maruki's shoulder, Aiya was at ease and
relaxed enough that he could fall asleep. His long feminine lashes slowly knit
closer and closer together. In the warm aura of Maruki, Aiya fell asleep
quickly. Leaning his head down, resting his chin on Aiya's forehead, Maruki
paused the movie, remaining as quiet as he possibly could. Turning the
television off, Maruki had relaxed and leaned himself on Aiya, relaxing slowly.
Soon he fell asleep, lying arm in arm with Aiya. The two were left in the
darkened room, with the rain trickling down the windows, beating down heavily
on the roads outside, the soft sound echoing throughout the apartment.
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