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Post by Christopher Blake on Nov 23, 2008 20:58:29 GMT -5
Things were so amazing; the music beating through the apartment and his eardrums. The warmth of Taro’s hands in his own. It felt so amazingly right. Chris couldn’t help but lean in closer to the taller boy and rest his head against his shoulder. However that didn’t last long at all. It was only a few seconds actually. Blissfully happy one moment…and the next it was shattered. Taro had loosened his grip and gotten away from him. He wasn’t smiling or laughing. He looked…upset; More than upset. He looked down right murderous. Oh god Taro was going to kill someone! But why? Why would he be so angry? Who did it? Who said or did something to upset his Taro so much? They were going to get it now. Oh boy. Taro had a lollipop stick in his mouth. You have no idea what damage can be done with a lollipop stick. It can get quite gruesome. And Taro looked like he was about ready to use this dangerous weapon.
But he didn’t. He put in the garbage can. Chris followed Taro with his eyes, confused. What was going on? Had he missed something? He looked around the room for some sort of sign to guide his poor confused mind. But he found nothing; Absolutely nothing. Everyone was gone; Taro’s friends….were gone. What…when had they left?
“Taro-” Chris began turning back to his roommate for some explanation, but received a slam; A huge loud slam. Chris could do nothing but stand where he was, blinking in puzzlement. Was Taro upset…with him? With uncertainty Chris glanced around the apartment once more, wringing his hands as he did so. The stereo was still on, the music faintly audible. Taro was mad at him. Taro was mad at him. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Christopher slowly made his way to Taro’s door, turning the knob slowly. He poked his head in first and saw him lying on the bed on his stomach.
“Taro?” He called nearing the bed. There was no answer. “Taro?” He tried again, but still Taro did not answer. Was he…dead? Panic ensued within Chris as he stared at the still body. Oh god, Taro was dead! He was dead! No, no wait. He moved. He was breathing. Thank goodness. But then why wasn’t he answering?
“Taro?”
Still there was silence. Was he…ignoring him? “Taro,” he said trying to sound more forceful; Nothing. There was a minute or so of silence before Chris inched closer to the bed and peered down at his roommate. “Taro?” He asked once again, though this time his voice seemed to crack. Either Taro had fallen asleep very, very quickly, or he was giving Chris the silent treatment.
Christopher stood by the bed, starring down at Taro, swallowing hard. He didn’t understand what was going on or why Taro was acting so pissy. Was he on the rag? Taro was never this upset. It MUST be hormones. Stupid hormones…
He sat down on the bed now, not sure what to do or say. He’d never really had to deal with Taro being upset. Ever. Sure, he himself had gone through his emotional breakdowns, and Taro had always been there. But now…he had no idea what to do. He was so useless. “Taro…are you ok? Are you angry? Or are you sad? Or are you both?” Darn it, what did Taro always do? Whenever Chris came home sore… “Do you want some ice? Or a wet towel? Do you have a fever? Do you need Advil? I can sing you a song. I can make you soup! Maybe; I can try. Are you sick? Taro?” He still wasn’t saying anything! “Taro I- I don’t know what to do!” He said exasperated throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m sorry, I’m no help. And I’d ask your friends because they would probably know what to do, but hey all left! What’s with that? Do you know why they all left?” He asked swinging his legs slightly.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Nov 23, 2008 21:43:00 GMT -5
Taro lay on the bed, breathing slowly, in and out. He always found it relaxing to just lay down and think for a moment. He really had no reason to be angry with Chris. Chris was just being...Chris. The Chris he knew so well and loved so much. He sighed. Oh how he wish he could tell Chris his feelings. They’d been friends for a long time. Chris was always there for him, heck Chris even let him live with him! But he had bigger things he had to worry about. The scientists and doctors were probably going to start experimenting again soon. A lot of teens and children had been killed already from what they were doing and-
“Taro?” He heard Chris call nearing the bed. Taro rolled his eyes. Geez, couldn’t he be left in piece for just a moment even? “Taro?” Chris tried again, “Taro?”
“Taro,” Chris said trying to sound more forceful. Taro almost laughed. He could just picture the confused face he was getting from Chris.
“Taro?” He asked again, his voice seeming closer, though this time his voice seemed to crack.
He felt the bed sink a bit as Chris sat down on the bed. “Taro…are you ok? Are you angry? Or are you sad? Or are you both?” Heh was Taro okay. Was he? Was Taro really ever okay? Not really and chris coming in here made things even worse. Angry, yes, very much so. I’m Angry at you I’m angry at myself and....everything else. Sad? sad...you shouldn’t even be asking that question.
“Do you want some ice? Or a wet towel? Do you have a fever? Do you need Advil? I can sing you a song. I can make you soup! Maybe; I can try. Are you sick? Taro?” Taro sighed again, shaking his head slightly, which was hard when gravity is pulling it onto the bed. “Taro I- I don’t know what to do!” He said exasperated “I’m sorry, I’m no help. And I’d ask your friends because they would probably know what to do, but hey all left! What’s with that? Do you know why they all left?”
Taro sat up in the bed. He looked over at Chris, the right side of his face mostly covered with ruffled black hair. He stared at Chris long and hard, not really knowing what to say. Finally he stood up, after several minutes of silence, and walked over to his drawer. He sat on the top of it, placing his hands on the surface.
“Chris...” he trailed off looking away from the boy, “I don’t think I’m going to live with you anymore. It’s...not good for either of us,” he looked down at the striped blue socks that Chris had given him and scowled inwardly. This was really no good. He needed to get away. He was too close to Chris. In fact, he could at least thank Chris for getting rid of the people he might’ve been friends with.
“I was planning on changing schools as well. But I don’t really know. I just need to...think. This island is-“ he cut off, knowing that he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about the island, or he and that person would be killed. Man he hated the people who created this...this..resort of experiments. Christopher hadn’t even been experimented on yet. Taro didn’t want anything bad to happen to anyone close to him. To be tortured....stabbed, and injected with odd and unknown liquids
“Is...really..messed up. It’s...” he frowned, frustrated with himself, his hands curling up. He bit his lower lip then looked back up at Chris, he looked horrible. So confused, worried, probably scared out of his mind, “I...just don’t want you to get hurt. I have to go. You need to understand that. This has nothing to do with earlier...it’s something..else. I don’t want you to be a hurt by them.” Had he said too much? Oh no..he’d said too much. Crap, they were doomed. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. He could have just acted normal. Kept his normal cool. But...all the drama that had just happened opened up a lot of thoughts. Thoughts that swam around so fast he could barely keep up and hold onto one. Was Chris better off without him? Or...should he stay? Decisions, decisions.
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Post by Christopher Blake on Nov 25, 2008 14:20:17 GMT -5
The bed lifted slightly as Taro stood from the bed. The warmth that had been beside him, slightly touching was gone. Chris turned his head, following the quiet boy with his eyes. He sat down on the drawer, before speaking.
“Chris...” Taro’s head was turned away from Chris, staring at anything but the boy. “I don’t think I’m going to live with you anymore. It’s...not good for either of us,”
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What? Not...going to live with him anymore? What...what was Taro talking about? Chris stared at Taro, unsure of what to make from that statement. Was this a joke? Was he being pranked? His head cocked to the side questioningly, asking for an explanation.
“I was planning on changing schools as well. But I don’t really know. I just need to...think. This island is-” There was pause as Taro seemed to recollect himself. Now he was really confused. What exactly was Taro trying to say? He was..switching schools? What other schools were there on the island?
“Is...really..messed up. It’s...” he frowned, frustrated with himself, his hands curling up. He bit his lower lip then looked back up at Chris. “I...just don’t want you to get hurt. I have to go. You need to understand that. This has nothing to do with earlier...it’s something...else. I don’t want you to be hurt by them.”
Confusion was apparent on Chris’ face. What on earth was Taro talking about? Get hurt? What was he going to get hurt by? Something...else? What was that supposed to be? Chris rolled over onto his stomach and crawled over the bed to where Taro was. He stood up and set himself in front of the boy, staring intently.
“Taro...” He began taking a hold of his hands, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said with a grin, “And that’s not surprising, but things are going to be ok,” he said mostly trying to convince himself. “You don’t have to go. Everything is going to be fine. I-I have to get work now anyway,” he said glancing at the digital clock. “I’ll go and you can stay here and...relax. You just some rest and time alone. If you want I won’t come home til tomorrow. And when I come back, everything will be ok. Ok? You’re just,” he shook his head. Oh god, what was going on? He couldn’t make sense of any of it. Chris leaned forward between Taro’s legs and leaned against his chest, “Nothing is going to hurt me. Please don’t leave,” he said quietly. “You-you can’t. You just can’t. I’ll be a better roommate, and I won’t bother you. Just...don’t leave,” he said once again, giving Taro a tight hug.
He let go of the boy, looking momentaril at him before turning away. "I need to get ready. It's Friday, so I shoudl get started early," he said with a small smile. "But...I'll see yuo when i get home? Ok?" He said his heart beating wildly.
What would he do if Taro left? He would be a wreck. He would probably find some way to get killed in the living room while reading. He just...couldn't. He coudln't leave. He wouldn't. Chris kept telling himself that, hoping that it woudl become a reality.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Nov 26, 2008 17:53:37 GMT -5
Chris rolled over onto his stomach and crawled over the bed to where Taro was. Chris stood up and set himself in front of Taro, staring intently. He looked away from Chris, he felt ashamed and guilty. Why was he doing this to the poor guy. He would go crazy without him. Probably do something stupid and get hurt...end up on the street. He sighed closing his eyes, only to be brought back to Chris’ attention as he spoke his name.
“Taro...” Chris began taking a hold of his hands. He smiled inwardly they were so warm and soft. He couldn’t imagine how, or why such a nice guy could have such a rotten, dirty job. He’d be better off working in a fast food joint or..something, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Chris said with a grin, “And that’s not surprising, but things are going to be ok,” Taro smirked slightly, it sure wasn’t surprising, “You don’t have to go. Everything is going to be fine. I-I have to get work now anyway,” Chris said glancing at the digital clock. Taro looked over at the clock too. It was a bit early for him to be going, then again it was a friday. “I’ll go and you can stay here and...relax. You just need some rest and time alone. If you want I won’t come home til tomorrow. And when I come back, everything will be ok. Ok? You’re just,” Chris shook his head and leaned forward between Taro’s legs and resting against Taro’s chest. Taro tensed for a minute then relaxed and embraced Chris. He held the back of his hand with on hand while the other held his back. He rest his forehead on top of the boys head, “Nothing is going to hurt me. Please don’t leave,” Chris said quietly. “You-you can’t. You just can’t. I’ll be a better roommate, and I won’t bother you. Just...don’t leave,” he said once again, giving Taro a tight hug.
Chris then let go of Taro, as did Taro. He cleared his throat, feeling only slightly weird about hugging Chris. He’d hugged Chris before, but it really had no meaning to it. It was more of a HI-TARO-I-MISSED-YOU-LET-ME-HUG-YOU-YAY-HUGS-what-uhm-okay-hug-uhm-ya-right-hugs! Chris looked momentarily at him before turning away. "I need to get ready. It's Friday, so I should get started early," Chris said with a small smile. "But...I'll see you when I get home? Ok?" He said sounding hopeful. Taro nodded slightly, just to please Chris.
Honestly he didn’t know how he could leave the guy alone. Would it really be better to leave him? He frowned in frustration, picturing a twig poking at his brain. ‘What’s going on up there?’ he thought, picturing someone wondering if his brain was dead or alive. It was alive. Working. But how well, he didn’t know.
He stepped off the dresser, opening up a drawer and plopping a gumdrop in his mouth. Awh, it felt so good to eat candy. It was like a drug! Well, it actually was. It kept him from changing. It would be a real scare if someone ever saw him without candy. He smiled lightly thinking of what would happen to him if he went a month without some sort of sugar. It...wouldn’t be good.
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