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Kent picked up the phone and dialed.
"Bob's detective agency," the man said blandly. "I'll give you double if we can meet now near the cafe," Kent said coolly. There was a pause and the man said, "Fine be there in ten." After he hung up the man let out a sigh. He had a digital camera so he could show the man the pictures without prints. Hell he didn't care as long as the money was good. He put on his coat and grabbed his camera. After the call Kent stood up and hurried outside impatient to find out for certain. ------------ Jean simply replied, "That sounds good." He watched Kim as he moved around getting the cakes and writing the check. Jean felt bad that once again Kim was the one treating but he did not want to say anything to bother Kim so he stayed silent. He was glad when Kim returned. Even though Kim had not left the room Jean felt better with him close by. He gave a slight smile as the cake was set before him and he said sheepishly, "No I should thank you Kim. Spending time with you has been the happiest I've been in a long time." He shut his mouth looking a little shocked at the honesty of his words. It was true though. Why couldn't he be happy with Kent? But he knew the answer was because he himself was flawed. He just never did things right. Jean turned to the cake and started taking little bites enjoying the flavor but still too lost in thought to really enjoy the treat. -ten or so minutes later- Kent had seen the photos and he had gone into an eerie sort of enraged calm. He was headed for the place called Sweet Delights. The walk did not take long and as he looked through the glass he was pissed. That little shit was sitting there proud as fucking punch eating cake with that jerk off. Kent threw the door open and stormed over to them saying with a voice like chilled death, "Jean what the fuck do you think your doing?" He threw a look at Kim and spit out, "Get away from my boyfriend asshole!" Jean jumped at the sound of the door being flung open and his eyes went wide with terror at seeing Kent. He stumbled up to his feet making it only a few steps and said quickly, "I-I-It's not his fault Kent! I-I -I just wanted a friend." Kent backhanded Jean across the face hard saying, "Like hell you did. So how many times did you fuck him you little bitch!" Jean fell to the floor crying and pleading, "Please Kent I'll go home. Let's go home now. Please Kent." |
Kim couldn't help but smile, enjoying the piece. Being with Jean was a bit like a calm classical music, each sound very significant and vital. "I think we thanked each other enough...now let's eat. I'm starving." Kim suggested. He had ate about an hour ago so his suggestion was a little fib. He was concerned if the blue haired had really eaten at all. He was so petit...
And just as he was starting to get to know and have the mood calm, something, well someone, stormed into the room like a wild and untamable river. Kim was completely thrown aback at first until every piece in the puzzle fitted all of a sudden, especially when that little bastard smacked the fragile Jean. Talk about trust issues. Kim, being naturally calm, slowly stood up with a tranquil look on his face. But inside, oh he was sizzling with unruly anger. Kent was so much like his own father who assumed he could treat people in his desire. How dare that son-of-a-bi*tch lay a hand on Jean? He wasn't some punching bag. He was a boy who quite frankly deserved every ounce of care, protection and freedom. Green eyes scanned Jean in sudden shock as he stooped to the ground, begging his heart out. It instantly made his own heart ache. "Nothing happened between us. Nothing will ever." What was the point in reassuring a beast what it already believes was the truth? With a sigh, he took one long step and crouched towards Jean. It was right about then, he believed, that he recieved a blow to his abdomen. With a groan, Kim slowly backed away but stood up so hastily that it was all a blur. "That was uncalled for..." He pressed his hand to his stomach. He couldn't care less anymore. No matter what Jean said, he wasn't going to go back to that monster. "Jean...listen to me..." Another punch on his chest, his ribs. "...love doesn't have to...be...this way..." A groan escaped him when he recieved a hard jab on his chest again. His ribs were seconds away from fracturing but thankfully someone stepped in from outside, quickly restraining the enraged Kent. Kim started to cough right about then, blood being followed. He hated to think that Kent directed his anger at Jean in such a way. He'd rather take it. "Somebody call an ambulance..." Someone stated but Kim was too busy reaching for Jean and his gift, dragging the sapphire-haired boy out of this nightmare. He didn't care if the other objected. He wasn't going to be beaten tonight! Not ever! With that, he called out for a taxi and got inside, rapidly pulling Jean into himself. "2nd Friendship Grove, now!" He demanded, anger spewing over his face. |
[[ Long absence lead to post for returnage! 8D Yes I want my charra back into the story D: He's a baker with a reason so meh 8D ]]
After being ill for weeks, Rae finally stepped out of the hospital doors. "Aahh... Fresh air..." He smiled, his eyes shimmering as he did so. It's been far too long since I've set foot out of a protective environment. Shielded between four walls and a window that couldn't open, wires everywhere... It's nauseating to think of. So I won't... "Ah! My job!" His blue eyes widened as he let out a soft gasp. Searching his bag for his cellphone, he felt anxiety creeping over. I really liked working at the bakery, especially with Jay... A soft blush landed upon Rae's cheeks as he felt slightly frustrated he became so ill the day he and Jay were supposed to go on a date. "...I don't think Jay will forgive me, but I think I should try to make him understand... Also I'm not sure weither I still have my job as baker... But I called... So would he still be mad? I mean, I've been hospitalized for almost a month..." He softly whispered to himself as he wiped the blonde hair out of his face. His skin seemed a little pale, but he felt excited to be able to run around freely again and eat chocolate. After getting no answer from Cael, Rae felt slightly discouraged, yet decided to just drop by. Letting his eyes run along the window displays, he noticed a black t-shirt with a white tie drawn on it. "Got to have it!" Almost squealing from excitement, Rae ran off into the clothing store, dressing up in various outfits. |
Jean was on the ground still begging Kent for them to go home in hopes he would leave Kim alone. This was the very thing he did not want to happen. Suddenly Kent decked Kim and Jean was horrified. He scrambled to get up saying, "Stop it Kent don't hurt him. Please Kent it's my fault. Please don't hurt him!" He was still crying unable to stop the tears.
Kent said with hatred as he continued to beat the crap out of Kim,"Shut the fuck up! You little shits going behind my back! We can go home when this asshole can't walk anymore!" Kent had ignored everything coming out of Kim's mouth. His only focus was smashing Kim into an unrecognizable piece of meat. Jean wept pleading," No Kent. No, Please stop it. Don't hurt him." He wanted to help Kim but he was so frightened and didn't know what to do. He caught Kim's last words telling him that love didn't have to be so violent. It broke his heart. It wasn't right that Kim was taking his beating. It should have been him at the end of Kent's fist. There Kim was in pain and still trying to comfort Jean. It was in that moment when Jean realized what he really felt for Kim. Suddenly other people jumped in and were grabbing Kent. They were thankfully stopping him from doing more damage. Jean crawled over to Kim seeing the blood and feeling terrified. What if Kim died?! Then he heard a shout for an ambulance and his worry grew ten fold. If Kim died it would be all his fault. He starting shaking because of this dread. Jean's eyes went wide when Kim got up somehow and grabbed him. He was too stunned and shocked to resist the injured man. It wasn't untill they were in the cab and Kim was holding him carefully in his arms that Jean's mind and tongue returned to him. Very shakily he said, "K-K-Kim w-we g-g-gotta go to t-t-the hospital. You're h-hurt real bad." He was still crying and still worried Kim might die. He said in a sob,"You can't die! It's m-my fault. I-I-I'm so sorry." ((Just so ya all know Tatsukichi is my mule, sorry for posting with him, hope it isn't too much trouble )) |
Kim tried his best to restrain from coughing, and when ever he did, it was surpressed into a muffled cough, sounding like he was choking. For once he wanted his body to cooperate with him, he wanted to stop coughing and the buzz of immense pain to dissipate. Kim held tighter onto Jean, pressing him closer into a rather possessive hug everytime an image of Kent's punch loomed towards his torso. Did he abuse Jean with as much hate and stregth? Kim just hated to imagine!
"I'll be fine..." Kim managed after several minutes of driving. Afterall, he had had worse and made it through. He gently shushed the younger boy afterwards, his fingers unconciously slipping through the other's delicate hair, soothing him by massaging the back of his head. The last thing he wanted was a stuttering, panick-stricken and close to tears boy in his arms. Although his voice sounded calm his anger was as juxtaposed. "We have arrived..." The driver whispered through the silence, parking by the house a little far off the city. He'd have gone to his apartment but that was too close to the café. This was a quiet suburban area and peace came with it in a perfect match. "Thank you." Kim quickly handed the man a few notes and by the happiness on the driver's face, it was rather a lot. With that out of the way, Kim carefully stepped out of the cab, taking as much care when he held the boy's hands and led him across the lawn. He was silent, and it did hurt him quite a bit when he did speak. Once inside, he set on the burglar alarm, turned the lights on and locked the door behind him. The brunette made sure to head straight to the kitchen where he started to boil water. Some for tea for Jean and the rest to dab himself with. "H-have a seat..." He whispered, signalling to the ivory counter, marble to be precise, and the stylish high stool. There were music sheet everywhere, most across the floor and leaving a trail to the piano inside the living room. Which was also visible through the open door leading to the living room. "Two and a half right?" He asked minutes later, pouring the water into a mug and placing a japanese tea inside. Something quite sweet on its own. |
Jean couldn't help but cringe every time Kim coughed. He knew he was trying to muffle it but it still sounded horrible. Jean was a bundle of nerves inside. Kim was pressing Jean close to him and wouldn't let go of his hold. It hurt but he couldn't say it with the look Kim had in his eyes. He was scared but he didn't move. He did not speak either since he did not think talking would help Kim at the moment.
He was still shaking when Kim whispered some comforting words to him and ran his fingers through his hair. He let out a little sigh and his shaking stopped. Though it hurt to have Kim hold him it was comforting to be caressed gently while hearing words filled with care. When they arrived at a house Kim led him inside. The place was pretty big but Jean did not take much in, he was too focused on Kim. He was led to the kitchen then told to sit down. He got up on the stool and sat down but kept his eyes on Kim. He noticed Kim boiling water for tea and bit his lip. Kim shouldn't be doing anything. When he asked about the sugar Jean let a few tears trickle down his cheek and said a little more strongly than he meant, "S-s-stop it! You're hurt really bad and you should be in a hospital or laying down. How can you be so nice to me when it's all my fault?" He sniffled and continued saying, "If I hadn't agreed to be your friend or make that shirt you wouldn't be hurt right now. It's all my fault. It's my fault." Jean hung his head and covered his face with his hands as he wept in shame. |
Kim reached for a blue and clean kitchen towel before he reached for the jar of sugar. It was then he was caught off guard with the boy snapping angrily and with some other mixed emotions. When he heard the sniffles, Kim instantly blamed himself for remaining silent. Ignorance was probably worse than anything.
"J-jean..." He carefully placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, being cautious as if one wrong move could have the boy crumbling into pieces. He storked Kim's back lovingly, stiffening his chest from coughing out loud. He would be fine. He was sure. He had had worse damage. He didn't understand why the other was worrying. All the more, he should be pleased to escape Kane. "Hey! Don't you say that." He quickly snapped, hurt by the boy's words. "If you hadn't agreed to be my friend or made me that shirt, I don't think I would have ever found happiness again. Not since my mother--" He paused, gulping a little. The memory of his mother's death was a poisinous sting to the heart on its own. "It is nothing but your fault. It's no body's fault. It just the way things are." He whispered, taking a seat carefully next to Jean. "...Jean..." Oh there he slipped again, uttering the boy's name so lovingly. "...believe in me when I say that I really am happy to have met you. And this is only a step of saving you. We will look back to this day and chuckle on it a little. You will see..." |
When the hand was placed on his shoulder Jean could not help himself as he grabbed onto the front of Kim's shirt and clung to it. He had wanted to hug him but he did not want to harm him any more than he already was. As his back was gently rubbed his crying stopped.
His head whipped up when Kim snapped back at him. He was a little shocked and felt more shame. Kim spoke of the happiness that Jean had given him and now Jean was treating that like trash. Then Kim mentioned his mother, only for a moment, but Jean knew that kind of pain. After all once his own mother passed away is when his whole life had changed. He did not press the issue. Jean just sat there like a statue willing to take any other harsh words that he knew would be the truth. He had messed up so much already. He was surprised though when Kim said it was no one's fault. Jean did not believe it though. He was full of despair till he hear his name. If nothing else was said that seemed like enough. It wasn't even the fact that it was his name but it was how it was said. He could feel the emotion and love behind it. How could Kim care about him? When Kim mentioned saving him is when Jean woke up. He sat up straight and looked him dead in the eyes and said flatly, "I have to go back." |
Kim didn't expect the last bit at all. He was sure he had said something entirely wrong for the boy to suddenly change, not just in tone, but in the way Jean looked at him. Why did he always do that? He always said the wrong things, at the wrong time and he didn't even notice what.
"J-jean..." His voice shook a little, his head feeling like it was being squeezed until it stopped beating. His eyes pleading far more than they could manage. He will not let him go back. He didn't want any more pain inflicted on this boy again. He had been beaten and ruined too much so far, he was so sure of it. He really did want to save his friend from all this pain. But he knew it would be a lot of struggle on its own because maybe Jean was deluded by the love Kent offered. But really if it was love, why would he beating him, ruining his life, making him feel so ashamed. He just knew in his guts that Jean didn't deserve such a person. "D-don't do this..." He whispered, pain flickering across his eyes. "...please." He begged, his mind already plotting all the things he would do to stop the boy. Advise him, beg him, talk to him, have him to confide in him... |
Jean had not know what to expect but when Kim's voice cracked and his eyes begged he was at a loss for words.He could see the pain in the man's face at what he had said. It cut Jean to his heart to see that kind of expression on Kim's face. It was the please that stung the most however. Kim really did not want him to go. He knew that kind of plea, it was one of desperation. He had made it many times to Kent but for different reasons.
He decided that Kim was owed an explanation. He said softly,"Kim. . . you are the only person who has treated me with such kindness in a very long time. I've never in my life had a friend like you. I really care about you and that's exactly why I have to go back." He looked at Kim hoping he would understand. He took a small breath and said, "Kent isn't going to stop looking for me. If I don't go back he will find out who you are and where you live eventually. When he does I-I - I can't have him ruin your life. I couldn't bear to see him beat you again. This is my problem and I don't want you to get hurt because of me. Besides I can't stay with you I don't have any money to pay the rent. . and I have any where else to go but back to him." |
Penny was so fed up with these people. So she went back to her seat and took out another magizine. Why do people have to be sooo rude, she though. Then she just glared at them.
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Kim gulped back all the throbbing and pain in his throat before he could finally speak again. This wasn't right. Kent had the boy not in a loving relationship but fear. Jean had every right to walk out if he felt the relationship wasn't working. But he understood, if not entirely, why Jean wanted to go back. For Kim's safety. That was very ironic. Here he was trying to save the boy from any more pain and Jean was worrying about him.
"Look Jean..." He whispered, his hands gently cupping those wet cheeks and lifting it so that Jean saw all the honesty in his eyes. "Firstly, you are my friend. I do not care if he comes back and beats me up. As long as you allow me to defend myself, I shall do it. I won't harm hi because I know you love him." He whispered, wiping the set of twin tears away from Jean's soft cheeks. "Secondly, this is my problem too. You are my friend and you just can't expect me to sleep, work, breathe knowing you will be getting hurt. I don't know if you know but I happen care for you, a lot more than you think." He blushed on the last bit, his eyes only for a moment flickering away in a glitter of shiness. Maybe he shouldn't be too honest about his feelings. "And second of all, I will find you a job to pay the rent if you really incline on paying." Kim had plotted that the boy would work with him somehow. Perhaps he could be his sylist. Jean had a good sense of fashion, very unique too. "That will be my gift to you. Freedom. From a friend to a friend." He ended with a rather loving note, stroking Jean's cheek with the back of his index finger. Kim hoped it with all his might that Jean would accept this gift. And he didn't want anything back but knowing Jean was safe. He was sure that in time Kent would forget all about Jean and would perhaps realize his cruel and abusive actions. He just hoped the man would learn from his mistake at least. |
When Kim took his face lightly in his hands Jean wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and cry.He wanted to let all the tears and the pain go. He listened to Kim and said quietly in reply," I- I don't think I love Kent. I'm not even sure if I know what love is. I don't want you to get hurt anymore though. I mean I wish nobody got hurt but I know it doesn't work that way. I-If Kent ever finds you please defend yourself Kim." He didn't want to see Kent hurt either but at the moment it didn't really cross his mind that anyone could hurt Kent since he was always the abuser.
Jean could understand his next words because he felt the same way about Kim. Neither of them wanted to see the other come to harm. He couldn't help but let out a small giggle and replied,"So we're both arguing so the other won't get hurt." Jean though blushed when Kim mentioned how much he cared for him. Jean was not sure about his own feeling so he said, "I care about you too Kim." It didn't carry the weight that Kim's words held but it did show there was a spark of something there. He looked a little happy and surprised that Kim would find him a job. Kent had forbidden him to work since it meant he would constantly be coming in contact with other people. So Kim didn't want to just keep him here locked away in this house. This made him smile a little. Maybe he could trust Kim. With the half smile still on his face he said, "Can we sit somewhere else? This stool isn't very comfy." He felt like an idiot after he said it but his mind had gone blank at the prospect of Kim treating him so well. He was embarrassed and didn't really know how to react to such kindness. He added, "I-I- I'm glad your my friend Kim." Still it sounded lame. Jean had never been good with words and blushed feeling a little foolish. (( If any of the S.D. workers wanna play off #655 and #656 that might be kind of cool. One you could be the one that got Kent off Kim so we could make our get a way XP. Just an idea.)) |
{{ Totally agree. ^w^ Let's get more peeps in. Perhaps Penny could be like one of the witnesses if the police got involved. XD }}
I care about you too, Kim. Those words, so simple in their way and with only a little flicker of life added to them, meant a lot to Kim. He really wanted to just hug the boy so tightly until Jean begged to stop. He wanted so much to just give him the happy life he wouldn't have gotten out of life. And boy was he far beyond relief when he saw Jean's shining smile again. At least Kim knew he was helping a little, eventhough he felt in every way an intruder in Jean's relationship. "Y-yes sure! There is a couch next door..." Kim scanned the whole place, only then realizing it was outstandingly messy with music sheets scattered everywhere, bills with six digits all over the place, four or fine wine bottles placed in random places due to his random thinking. He always had a glass of wine at least when ever he was composing music. "Sorry about the mess. I am not usually this messy..." He quietly apologised, leading the boy into the living room and heading towards the orangy divan sofa. It was quite ideal for napping on too. "Here...uhm I'll be right back..." He smiled, quickly stooping towards the piano which was only a few feet away and clearing up the music sheet. Which reminded him, he had composed a song for Jean. That was his initial gift. He wondered if he played it for the boy now that it would make him feel a bit better. But Kim doubted that since he was already offering too much Jean might feel a little uncomfortable. All in good time then. "Are you hungry?" He asked, finally taking a seat next to the boy and wincing a little due to the jolt of pain that surged unexpectedly through him. Damnation! He wished he was hurt any other day but today. Kim didn't want Jean to worry. |
"It's okay Kim. I don't mind I am just glad you're letting me stay here," he said softly in reply. Jean watched Kim hustle about trying to clear off the sofa. It kept the smile on his face seeing Kim like this.
Once he sat down he wanted to curl up on the sofa but he figured he had better take his shoes off first. He pulled his shoes off and set them nicely on the floor. He pulled his legs up and set his chin on his knee then wrapped his arms around his legs. Jean had a habit of curling up or sort of holding himself since he really was the only one he had been able to rely on for comfort. Being near Kim made him feel safe but he was still unsure about a lot of things. All of this was new for him. "No I'm fi- Kim! You're hurting aren't you?" he said worriedly looking at up at Kim earnestly. He figured since he was going to stay here awhile he might as well start making himself useful. Jean said to him, "I'm pretty good at mending myself up after. . .after I get hurt. You should let me take a look if you aren't going to go to the doctor." Jean hoped Kim would let him help. He wanted to do everything he could to help his friend. |
Jean smiled a little after seating down, as if to hide the pain or something. He thought it worked but by the way Jean reacted, it was a failure. With a soft sigh he looked down at the boy, all curled up and cute. This couldn't help but creep a geninue smile to his rosy lips. Jean looked ever so fragile but for some unfathomable reason beautiful all in the same time. That kind of beauty barely existed in humans, especially boys. Kim was about to deny the other's help until he accidentally leaned over and felt another immense pain across his chest. Drat! "All it needs is to dab some warm water into it. I will be fine..." Although he would have prefered to bath but that wasn't an option. Jean really needed a friend and Kim needed to keep an eye in case Ken somehow figured out where they were. Not that he would be able to get in without setting off an alarm. By then the police would be involved. "Jean..." He whispered, the thought of Kent itself urging him to wrap his arms around the beautiful boy. His eyes lingered over the other's eyes, fingers stroking those addictively soft cheeks again and lips raised into a kind smile. Oh, if he was Kent, Jean would be the prince of his world. The beautiful and fragile swan that needs all the loving and attention he can possibly get. Kim sighed softly and took his hand back before his thoughts trailed into a feeling, the feeling into an action, the action into a promising kiss. "However, you can help me bandage if there is a cut." Which there was, only one or two small ones. With that said, he left for the kitchen and returned with a bowl of warm water, a hand towel and some bandages. He laid them carefully on the floor before he patted the floor, signalling for Jean to sit by him as his assistant. |
When Kim said he would be fine Jean frowned slightly. Then Kim's attitude seemed to soften though and he spoke Jean's name. It was the same as the one time in the cafe and made him feel fluttery inside. No sooner was the name spoke when he found himself in Kim's protective arms. The fluttering got worse and Kim's emerald eyes seemed to reach into the very center of Jean's being. The gentle caress on his cheeks made them burn red. He felt like he was drowning and needed air when Kim backed away. Jean calmed himself and tried to focus.
"O-o-okay," he said still flustered by Kim's actions. He kept his eyes on the man as he went to get some things. When Kim returned Jean slide down to the floor and sat down nervously. He scolded himself trying to get his senses together so he could help Kim. |
Kim, oblivious to the reason of the other's stuttering, smiled warmly when the other sat next to him. This time, his smile reached his eyes. He slowly took his suit coat off afterwards, carefuly making sure he didn't accidently pull his chest muscle. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a well toned body, but of course several fresh bruises and one small cut which was bleeding. Only a little.
The brunette wasn't lying when he said he had had worse. And when he completely took of his shirt, the evidence of a a bullet shot, a deep scar from years back was apparent on his shoulder. A memory of his mother, as he called it. It was a rather bitter memory but held some fond ones too. "See...it's not that bad." And he knew if the same amount of force was applied on Jean that he'd surely die. Thank goodness he was the one to take it this time. When he had reached for the water did the pain surface again. He did it too rapidly and the loud groan proved it. "...c-can you pass me the water?" He asked instead, since Jean was offering to help too. |
Cael bakes a cupcake and eats it.
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Jean couldn't help but watch as Kim removed his shirt. Nor could he help the blush when his friend sat there half naked. Jean had seen a bit on their first meeting but seeing Kim like this made him want to do more than look. Jean couldn't believe what he was thinking. Kim was his friend and Jean himself wasn't really sure if he was single now or not. He took a small breath and focused.
His eyes widened though when he saw the scar. Unable to help himself he reached out and felt the old wound with his fingertips. He looked at Kim questioningly but asked nothing. When he groaned after attempting to reach the water Jean got back his mind set and got to work. "Yeah, let me do it," he said quickly. He got the hot water bringing it closer to them both. He then got a washcloth dipping it in the water then wringing it out so it wasn't too wet. Carefully he started cleaning off the wounds. "Does it hurt badly?" he asked softly trying very hard to focus on the washcloth and not Kim's skin. |
((STOP posting on your mule account. 'kay? It gets confusing to me when I see a mule posting.))
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Reading Jean's questioning features Kim contemplated whether or not to tell the tale behind the old scar. Sooner or later, Jean would know anyway. And Kim wanted to open up to Jean, for once in his life to someone he indirectly related to and fully trusted.
"It was about eight years ago..." He started when the other started preparing the towel. When he gazed into the butterscotch eyes he saw exactly why he loved gazing into those hues. It reminded him much of the way his mother had gazed at him ever so lovingly and kindly. And Jean's eyes had hints of them. "...my father and my mother were never in love. Well, she cared for him and loved another but he had always despised her. This was an arranged marriage you see..." He continued, bitting his lip a little when the towel pressed against his skin. It burned a little but that was how it'd get better, so he had to accept it. "She was in love with another. A kinder and not-so-rich man. And this insulted my father's parents and they locked her up in the house. Treated her so badly..." Kim said bitterly. "...but she accepted the way things were until she had my siblings and myself. Our father started to behave strangely, drinking, barely returning home and attacking my mother. He even threatened to kill her. He had nearly done so, saying how she was a wench and that she didn't deserve to be with him. When she couldn't take it anymore, she took us and ran away to the man whom she loved. He cared for us as if he was our own father and loved her so dearly and sincerely that you couldn't tear your eyes away." He smiled but it soon faded. "During this time, father had hired these mafia. Back where I come from, the police isn't that reliable so there were far more mafias than there was a law enforcement." He looked away from the boy, the next image dearly stinging his eyes already. "...father had hired to killed the man she loved. He was bitterly successful. And only two years later, on their anniversary, did father got overly drunk, swearing and hitting my mother. And when I had tried to protect her was then he got his gun out, swearing to shoot. A-and...I ended up recieving the bullets. Which wasn't a problem at all. But a few months later, this very scene had shocked her, driven her insane and she chose to leave quietly." He gritted his teeth, his jaw flexing a little. He could just go back and kill that...murderer. And to think he bought the police from his sins was an even more enraging knowledge. After a while, he opened his eyes with tears rolling down his twin cheeks. "That is why you should keep away from Kent. This sort of people, t-they are unpredictably dangerous Jean..." He slowly reached forward, stroking a strand of blue hair behind Jean's ears and stroking his cheeks. "...I just don't think I can bear knowing that...you would get hurt badly. Not when I can help it..." |
Jean was a little surprised but glad that Kim decided to tell him about the scar. Jean listened carefully as he continued to clean the new wounds. The tale was heartbreaking and Jean had not even realized that halfway though he had stopped doing what he was doing just to listen. He knew what alcohol could do to people and how it made them act. He was sad that Kim go through so much sadness.
Jean was crying now as well unable to suppress the sadness he felt from hearing the story. He leaned his head inward toward Kim's hand as he stroked his cheek. It felt so nice to be touched in a loving and gentle manner. He said softly, "Okay Kim. . I promise I won't go back." Jean meant it too. He had set the cloth down now forgotten and reached up to gently wipe Kim's tears away.He knew Kim was hurt both physically and emotionally but he couldn't just sit there. He went forward a bit and wrapped his small arms around Kim making sure not to put too much weight or pressure on him. "I promise okay. I-I don't want you to hurt anymore inside or out," he said softly as he looked up at him. |
Kim was ever so relieved to hear that Jean wouldn't go back to Kent. Kim considered that the promise was Jean's gift back to him, he decided, smiling softly and wrapping one strong arm around Jean's waist. "You have no idea how happy that makes me." He said slowly watching as the boy pulled back, his own relieved laughter musically timbre and rather awkward.
"Alright then. Since you promise to stay here..." Kim started on a lighter note after having carefully wiped away both their tears. "...you have to follow certain rules." He added, failing entirely to remember that his arm was still around the other's waist, their bodies rather too intimately close as well as their faces. It felt too comfortable to feel akward. Kim just felt right with Jean in his arms. And Jean's body fitted perfectly well with his own body. As if, as cliche as it sounded but was in everyway accurate, two perfectly fitting jigsaw puzzles. "Rule number one, you shall consider this your home. That means you can do anything you want. You can even burn the house down for all I care. As long as you are safe and happy." He started chuckling, which soon faded when his eyes locked into the boy's eyes. This close to each other, he started realize some hidden things. Like how he did have an instant crush on the boy. And how beautiful and perfect those golden hues were, and how surreal. Almost dreamy. How warm Jean was. And how velvety his skin was since Kim's own hands had rested on the gap between the rim of Jean's shirt and trousers. On the small of Jean's back. He could quite literally feel those dimples on the back of Jean's back. It felt so right. But, and yes there was always a but with Kim, the brunette didn't want to confuse the boy. He didn't want to take advantage at such a fragile moment in Jean's life. He didn't want to do anything unless Jean was willing. With a soft sigh, Kim slowly parted his hands away. Yep, he was sure he was starting to fall for this boy and rather too fast and too deep. "Now where were we?" |
Jean could see the happiness and relief in Kim's face when he made the promise. He gave his own smile glad that he had been able to make Kim happy. Kim's laughter helped Jean feel even more comfortable and less worried about everything.
When Kim mentioned rules Jean got completely serious since he did not want to get any of the rules wrong. He had expected a list of the do's and don'ts of the house but was surprised when that really wasn't it at all. Kim just wanted him to feel at home and to be happy. Jean smiled and said, "Okay." The fluttery feeling wouldn't go away now. He could feel Kim's firm yet gentle hand on his back and the warmth coming form his body. He hadn't noticed how close they were. He felt a bit torn though. Part of him wanted nothing more than to stay sitting here holding each other. The other part of him felt bad for thinking or wanting such things. Kim was his friend and was a much better person than he was. Not only that but Jean was still confused by everything that had happened so fast. He was a little relieved when Kim gave him a little more space. He was still blushing but replied sheepishly, "U-um we. . we should finish cleaning your wounds and bandaging the cuts." |
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