Sweet Pet of Mine (CesareB and {｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel) 18+

[CesareB]

Daisuke looked out the window and saw another red head staring right back at him. Oh… it was just his reflection. Things were calm that morning, but after a while, they got hectic. It had been two weeks since he was stuck to being that man's "pet". Daisuke wondered if he looked like an animal to his new owner. He was clearly human, right? But, Daisuke understood why he was that man's new pet. It all started a month ago when he borrowed that money from Abele L'Agnese. Things seemed relatively fine… until Daisuke noticed that paying back such a huge sum in a small amount of time seemed impossible. He decided to talk it out with Abele, but the situation ended up badly. He would have preferred to be kidnapped and sold, but he ended up being reduced to a pet. Daisuke found himself in the presence of a young man with obsessive compulsive disorder. Abele L'Agnese was a man of an interesting character. To Daisuke, he was just a loner. Well, Daisuke wasn't that much different. Abele always had a passive and unreadable look in his eyes.

 

That always sent shivers down Daisuke Fujimoto's spine. Just seeing that man, his new master's, eyes… it sometimes made the impassive and quiet Daisuke cringe. The only pleasant thing about that man was his piano playing. That, and his voice. Daisuke enjoyed trying to figure out Abele's voice. Despite looking angry, his voice remained the same. And Daisuke loved that. Maybe it was because of his odd habit of trying to figure others out (despite finding people tiring).

 

That morning, Daisuke could hear piano playing in the background. He wasn't sure who it was producing those melodious keys, but it was soothing. He closed his eyes and imagined being with his family… No. That seemed impossible. Especially after what they had done to him. Daisuke stood up and walked over to the bed. He preferred being ignored, but that seemed completely impossible. Especially since he had that red hair…

 

But enough about his hair. Daisuke still did not want to be the pet of Abele. He wanted to remain at his old home by himself without anyone else. Troublesome things like cleaning for others or obeying others… those didn't seem appealing to Daisuke. He walked to the bathroom and wiped the sweat from his face. Just being to walk around freely gave Daisuke an eery feeling. It felt almost as if he was being tricked. But how? Was Daisuke just overthinking it?

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

It had been nearly two weeks since Abele L'Agnese allowed a small teenager, just a few years younger than he was, live in his house. No, it wasn't really because the teen needed a place to stay. It was because of the fact that the other owed him money... and a rather large lump sum of it, to be truthful. He had to borrow a lot of money from him, and he wasn't able to pay back the money by the time that he needed it. Abele didn't really seemed that interesting...well, at least to himself, in a way. And that was probably because...despite the fact that he put up a tough show, he actually really did hate himself. Though, now that he took the teenager inside his apartment, he felt... a bit more at ease. Not because of the fact that he got to order someone around.. it was actually because he found company in the other, and it put him at ease. He didn't ask anything sexual of him, or anything demeaning of him. He was actually quite nice to him so far, not asking for much. The worst thing that he probably asked him for so far was for him to make breakfast.

 

The young pianist was up early in the morning, almost like he was every time the sun rose. Despite the fact that he went to sleep late, he still woke up incredibly early... which explained the fact why he had dark-circles around his eyes from lack of sleep. Nibbling softly on his pierced lip, he was playing a complex melody that morning. The thing was... every time he'd play the piano... his fingers were wrapped up to the knuckle in pristine, white bindings. He tried to keep his fingers in top condition. He usually didn't reveal his hands to anyone. If he wasn't wearing the bandages, he was wearing gloves of some soft.

 

The man huffed softly. He was exhausted. He had moved here recently, and hadn't been able to receive good sleep for the past few weeks. His pale ginger hair that had a few blonde streaks in it was a bit of a mess. He was wearing a rather loose shirt, revealing his collar-bones, of which had piercings on them. The shirt was black and gray, striped horizontally. He was wearing a pair of comfy, black sweatpants as well.

 

He wanted breakfast... but he didn't want to get up either... but he also didn't want to make the other cook. With a small groan, he got up from the piano, and started to make his way over to the kitchen, and lazily opened the freezer... there was a fruit filled, flaky pastry he decided to just put in the microwave for that morning. Closing the freezer, he placed it in the microwave, and began to warm up the icing that came with the package in his hands. Where was his little pet this morning?

 

 

 

 

 

 

[CesareB]

(You're a great writer! I seriously like your style of writing.)

 

After washing up and getting dressed, Daisuke found himself being pulled into the kitchen by a smell that was foreign to him. He peeked in past the doorway and sniffed the air once more. It smelled like… Daisuke couldn't put his finger right on it at the moment, but it smelled like some type of pastry. Abele had stuck whatever that pastry was into the microwave, making Daisuke ponder about his actual purpose at that man's home. All he did was cook and clean. Nothing more. In fact, he had expected to be forced to perform sexual favors… But that never happened. Daisuke inched in and sat at the table.

 

He looked at the ground and remained silent. What was there to say to this man? Daisuke almost never spoke, not to anyone. And he surely wasn't going to speak to a man that he couldn't understand! He let out a loud and obnoxious sigh, then quickly covered his mouth. Well… that was embarrassing. Daisuke had a rule that he seemed to have been breaking during those two weeks.

 

The rule was "keep your composure, and never reveal your true feelings". Though, the red headed teen hadn't always lived by that rule. Things changed over the years. And those things had shaped Daisuke Fujimoto to be the Daisuke Fujimoto that he was that day.

 

Daisuke looked up and studied Abele L'Agnese. That man was strikingly… he couldn't call him handsome, but he wasn't ugly, either. He could only call him… interesting, maybe? His new master had eye catching piercings around the visible parts of his body. And his eyes had bags beneath them… It was clear to Daisuke that he was suffering from a lack of sleep. But how in the world did Abele constantly wake up earlier than him? Daisuke sighed yet again and again, covered his mouth. He hated this change in himself! He hated it a lot!

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

Abele glanced at the other slightly when he came into the room. Abele's eyes were the color of misty water on the beach... they were clear, and a very pale cerulean color. They had a slight, darker ring of turquoise around the pupil. The man was rather short in stature, nearly shorter than the teenager, actually. And he looked like he could possibly be a rather tired teenager who just got out of high-school. But no, he was a twenty-one year old neat-freak who tended to do one of two things; clean or play the piano.

 

When he took the pastry out of the microwave, he cut open the package of frosting and neatly made small designs on the hot pastry, being careful not to get it on his fingers. Abele would probably go nuts if something got dirty around the house. His soft colored eyes followed his fingers as he squeezed out the rest of the white, creamy sugar, throwing the small package into the garbage as he walked back towards the plate, taking it in his small, yet skinny hands, an sat at the table with his pet.

 

Abele would probably look much, much handsomer if the dark circles under his rather clear, pretty eyes, would go away. The older ginger lifted the pastry in his hand, making sure not to get any of the jelly or the cream on his fingers, adn brought it to his mouth, taking a small bite of the rather sweet breakfast item, swallowing it in a few moments before quietly asking, "Do you want anything to eat?"

 

Abele glanced up at the boy. He had intentions of using him as a sexual object at first, just to help him let his extra steam and pent up stress out on... but he couldn't allow himself to do that. It was selfish and disgusting. Though, he never told the boy that e thought that way, not wanting to give him the idea that he was originally going to in the first place.

[CesareB]

Daisuke looked up from the table and let his cyan eyes meet his master's clear eyes. "Something to eat? Yes, if you don't mind."

 

He always made sure that he was polite. It didn't matter who he was talking to. All he needed to show that he was polite. To Daisuke, being polite meant being unknown. He strove to be unknown and hidden among the crowd. But he never understood why he was so obsessed with being inconspicuous. He didn't even want to think about it. He didn't even want to be seen. But despite his actions, things always turned out differently than he had expected. Especially with that man. Daisuke hated the fact that he couldn't understand Abele L'Agnese.

 

Daisuke brushed his hair out of his face and looked his master right in his cerulean eyes. He stared for a pretty long time and kept the intense gaze. The air in the kitchen seemed to stand still. Daisuke quickly pulled his gaze away and looked at the window. Things got awkward. Not knowing what to do, he started fixing his blue sweat shirt and tapping his foot. After a few seconds, he stopped. Daisuke couldn't take the atmosphere of the room anymore.

 

Something in him was itching to scream, but he kept it in. Daisuke felt confused and frustrated, but he hid those feeling rather well. He just couldn't afford to let anyone know of his unsettling emotions.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

Abele stared right back at the man once he started to stare into his own, pale cerulean eyes. He had a rather apathetic, and tired look in his eyes as the other stared at him, continuing to eat the pastry and bring it up to his mouth, nibbling on the food. Once the other looked away however, he finished off his sweetened pastry, and went over to the sink, his movements a bit slower than usual this morning.

 

When he got to the sink, he scrubbed lazily, a small huff drawn from his lips, the hot water pouring down his small hands with a consistent flow. He had to wash everything right after usage, or his OCD would kick in within a few moments. Cleaning off the dish, her turned off the water and quietly asked the younger male while he was still standing, "Mhm.... what do you want? I can throw something in the microwave... or you can just make yourself something. I don't really care either way."

 

It wasn't really like Abele had anything better to do with his life currently. He felt liked going to sleep, quite frankly, his eyes revealing his needs rather clearly. Though, he had trouble sleeping, he wasn't going to tell the other that. Why would the teen care about his personal problems? Heck, knowing the teen's age, he'd probably tease him for it, and tell him how pathetic it was that he couldn't get a simple night's worth of rest.

 

He was half dozing as he waited for a reply from the other male... though he felt his feet start to go a bit shaky as he swayed the slightest bit. Catching himself doing this, he snapped out of the phase his mind went through and glanced back at the teen, waiting for an answer.

[CesareB]

Daisuke watched as the man walked to the sink and washed the lone dish that had just been used.

 

"OCD… eh?" Daisuke muttered to himself.

 

He had seen a few of his father's patients act like that… well, ten times worse, but still. Speaking of which, his father… Daisuke wondered where his father was. He surely wasn't missing Daisuke, for sure. At that thought, the red head's face remained the same, but his mind only felt sorrow. He wondered why he was so adept at keeping his composure?

 

"Mhm.... what do you want? I can throw something in the microwave... or you can just make yourself something. I don't really care either way." When Abele asked that, Daisuke sat up in attention.

 

"Oh, yes. I'll make something with the oven."

 

He didn't want to trouble that man. Daisuke quickly stood up and walked over to the refrigerator. He peeked inside the fridge and sighed to himself. There seemed to be almost nothing in there except for eggs. After taking out a lone egg, Daisuke cracked it and stirred it. After heating the frying pan, he put the stirred eggs in and waited. Daisuke thought about the lack of food in the fridge.

 

He turned to his master and asked rather monotoned, as though he actually didn't care, "Would you allow me to go to the store and buy groceries?"

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The pianist glanced at the other the slightest bit when he heard the question. He never really bought groceries often. He didn't eat a lot anyways, so he didn't really have a lot of groceries in the house. He usually waited until absolutely every source of food was gone in his fridge and freezer before he actually went back out and bought something.

 

"Yeah, sure, go ahead."

 

He turned on his heel and walked into the living room with a sigh. The living room was the biggest room in the house. Like the rest of the apartment, with the exception of the bathroom and kitchen, it had dark brown, carpeted floors. There was a dark brown sofa, and a light brown chair in there. There was a small sized TV that stood on a table near the couch and chair. A piano was in the corner of the living room. It was positioned a bit oddly, but that was how Abele liked it.

 

When he got there, he lazily flopped down onto the sofa, pulling a blanket that he had folded on there, unfolding it, and wrapping himself inside of it, almost like a cocoon as he laid down on the sofa. Picking up the remote, he turned on the TV with a sigh, the news playing in the background as he closed his eyes. He wasn't going to go back to sleep. He'd stay awake... he just needed to close his eyes for a few moments.

[CesareB]

After being told that he could go ahead and go grocery shopping, Daisuke froze in complete and utter surprise. He could roam freely? Without supervision?! Was that tired looking master of his crazy? Not showing his burst of happy emotions, Daisuke followed Abele into the living room. He peeked in and shook his head. Abele looked as though he were about to fall asleep at any moment, but he also seemed to be fighting it. Daisuke wondered if he were to be punished if he tried talking to that man. Abele was a bit scary, but that man was giving him freedom!

 

Freedom of all things! No, he wasn't setting him free, but he actually was letting Daisuke leave the apartment. The red head had worried that he would have been confined in that place for the rest of his time as Abele's pet. But he was wrong. So what was that man's actually purpose for keeping him there? Truthfully, it wasn't like he was being held captive and against his will. He was also being allowed to go grocery shopping. Alone. Without supervision from the man who was supposed to be his master!

 

Daisuke shook his head. That man must have been scheming something. But his facial expression… no, not even his eyes expressed an ulterior motive. That was what threw Daisuke on a loop. Gathering the courage needed to speak to his master, Daisuke cleared his throat.

 

"Are you tired?" Daisuke asked, inching in, closer to the sofa where his master slept.

 

He he just had to take the chance and see what would happen next.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Abele was exhausted, really. His eyes were glaring at the TV, not blinking for quite a few moments, as if he were in some sort of trance. Though, he snapped out of it when he heard footsteps coming closer towards him. Turning around, he glanced at the other and blinked, his eyes still holding a bit of a blank, not an answer for the other's question as to why he was allowing him to roam around.

 

The ideology of the whole concept actually made quite a lot of sense when one dwell on it for a long enough matter of time. Really, all Abele wanted was someone to keep him company so that he wasn't lonely. He just wanted someone to see when he woke up in the morning, as a reminder that he wasn't alone...physically. Mentally, he felt like there was no one supporting him. Not like anyone would listen to him anyways... everyone thought he was crazy.

 

When he heard the other speak, his ear visibly twitched the slightest bit as he replied, "Yeah, I'm tired." His voice a bit dryer than usual, sounding a bit more...dead. He obviously needed sleep, despite the fact he was fighting the urge to... But yet again, there was a lot of things that the man didn't have. He didn't talk to his relatives, given they didn't want to talk to him, he didn't have a relationship because everyone was always offset by his eyes and by his rather...pale flesh... and the kid asking him the question probably hated him for making him his "pet". It wasn't really like Abele had anything left to lose.

[CesareB]

Daisuke wondered if he should have asked the obvious question: why didn't he just go to sleep?

 

But he didn't. Instead, he inched even closer to the man he couldn't get a grasp of. Once he was close enough, he stared again. That man… his master… Abele… he was a man that rarely spoke. Actually, Daisuke rarely spoke before he was to become the pet of Abele. Maybe Abele hated him, but Daisuke didn't care.

 

He hated enigmas and he hated not understanding people. He wanted to know that man. He wanted to calculate that man's movements. He wanted to even share that man's thoughts. Such a peculiar person… he wondered if he could break Abele's quiet demeanor.

 

Daisuke bit his lip. He collected his thoughts and strengthened his gaze again.

 

"You're very tired, huh? You may be sleepy, but what else are you tired of?"

 

Daisuke tried his best to make it seem like he knew something about what went through Abele's head… but that was a major bluff. In fact, he had no clue as to what exactly he was talking about, himself.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

"Life."

 

The one-word answer said a lot about the man. Though it didn't give the exact specifics that the other most likely wanted. The man was obviously a bit of a pessimist. Though nothing about the one word explained why or how he was. There was no reasoning behind his flat, dull statement.

 

His eyes traced the younger male. What was the younger trying to get out of him? Whatever it was, he was going to make sure that he didn't get exactly what he was looking for... almost in a way of teasing him. He got to learn more about him, but also know less at the same time. It just left more to wonder about the pianist.

 

Trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes, the man with the pale ginger hair brought a hand up near one of the cerulean orbs, and lidded it before rubbing at it, as if he were trying to rub the sleepiness away. He had a lesson to teach later tonight...but he didn't want to sleep.

 

[CesareB]

"Life."

 

Daisuke had no clue that he would have gotten that response. That man…! Despite not showing his anger, Daisuke's mind exploded in rage. That man… was he…? Was he teasing him? And it wasn't a playful teasing either. It was just cruel teasing, in Daisuke's opinion. He watched as Abele rubbed one of his eyes. That man… what was he thinking? And was his answer the truth? Or was it just a big joke?

 

Daisuke didn't enjoy feeling the way he did. How did he feel? Not quite helpless… how could he describe it? Confusion? No. Well, he was confused, but that wasn't the bigger emotion that was welling up inside of him. Was it cluelessness, perhaps? Was being clueless about a person that horrible to Daisuke? Did it bother him that much?

 

Daisuke stood up and frowned. "Life, huh? Well, please don't kill yourself. I don't want to be questioned by the police."

 

And with that, he trudged off into the kitchen again

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The man glanced at the young teen and rolled his eyes the slightest bit as he murmured quietly, "No guarantees."

 

It was truthful. Maybe one day, he'd just snap, and take care of all of the problems right then and there. But yet again... suicide ended everything bad in life... but it also eliminated the chances of things getting any better. Huffing softly, the ginger-haired man rolled in the other direction, facing the couch and huffed. What was the point in staying awake? He didn't even know anymore...

 

Why did the other care so much about what he was tired of? Why did he ever bother talking to him? It wasn't like he had too much of a problem with it... he just wasn't used to others willingly talking to him. Closing his eyes tiredly, he yawned, his mouth still partially open as he began to slip into slumber, the bandages on his fingers starting to loosen the slightest bit, which discomforted him.

 

[CesareB]

Daisuke decided that it was best to leave Abele to his sleep. That conversation he had before left a few chills up his spine. He chose to forget it for a while and go shopping. Daisuke walked out into the nice and warm air. He needed fresh air, and it felt great to be able to walk around freely. He was able to stretch his legs, and he didn't have to look at that apartment with all of its furniture. Nor did he have to look at the man that used that furniture.

 

Daisuke pulled himself to the closest supermarket and perused the aisles. He felt like he was aimlessly shopping, almost as if he was just loitering there.

 

He sighed and recalled what was in Abele's refrigerator. Um… eggs… Milk… But was the milk any good? Daisuke sighed again and placed the milk in the shopping basket. That shopping trip was filled with him questioning himself and wondering what Abele ate and drank. In the end, he decided to basically shop for himself. To go with the week's groceries, he also got that night's dinner. After returning to the apartment, he stopped right before he got to the door.

 

His own two feet… they had dragged him back to that man's house… Why…? Why was he back? Was his resolve to understand Abele that strong?

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

Abele had woken up about a half an hour after the young man had left the house. When he wasn't able to find the man in his house, he let out a small sigh and simply quit his search for him

 

 

Though, however, when the boy had gotten back home. The house was dead silent. There was no piano playing. There was no buzz of the television in the background. There was no water running in the sink. There were no sounds of the floorboards creaking due to walking. There was just eerie silence throughout the whole house.

 

 

The lithe, skinny mad was laying on his back in the futon, of which he used as a bed, staring at the ceiling with almost dead eyes. He was bored. There was nothing to do, and there was still a few hours left until the piano lesson had to start... it was such a drag. The mean was curled up in a ball on the mattress, his hair still slightly messy as he lifted the book that he had beside him. He had been on and off reading for the past hour, having nothing better to do..

[CesareB]

Daisuke walked into the apartment with a sigh and entered the kitchen straight after closing the front door. He put the groceries on the table and began putting them in their respective places. After stuffing the bags into an empty drawer, he made his way back into the living room. That was when he stopped.

 

Wait… where was that man, Abele? The last time Daisuke had seen him was when he left to go buy dishes. Daisuke didn't feel like calling out for him, but he didn't feel like being alone. But it wasn't anything new. Daisuke was used to being alone. He was so used to it that it drastically unfazed him.

 

He clenched his hands into fists and bit his bottom lip again. Despite being unfazed, he had gotten used to being with someone, even if their presence was rare. Daisuke couldn't take it, so he decided to call out to Abele.

 

"Um…" He stopped.

 

What was he to call the man? Master? No! Daisuke shook his head. He refused to call anyone that!

 

"Hey, um… mister!" he called out, instead.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Abele was deep into the story by the time the boy had gotten back. Really, this was just getting good. It turns out, that in the story, the best friend was gay the whole time, and he was scared of telling his best friend about how he really felt because he feared rejection... but the plot-twist was when he decided to state his feelings, he had gotten into an accident and was currently in the hospital.

 

Abele sighed. He wished that he could fall in love, and have someone that would want him for who he was. Though, he knew as much as he wished, it would most likely never happen due to the fact that many thought he was ugly... mostly because of the fact that he had baggy eyes and a scrawny build that no man seemed to desire. Everyone said he'd look better if he maybe "ate a few twinkies" or "went on a date with the dark-circle remover"...

 

Rolling on his side, he continued to read, ignoring the world around him, and trying to ignore the thoughts that were bubbling in his head.

[CesareB]

Daisuke sighed when he didn't get a reply. He went to look through the apartment. That was when he noticed that he had never actually walked around the apartment.

 

The kitchen… no, because he had just come from there.

The living room… no.

The bathroom. No!

 

Daisuke finally got to the room he slept in and a room next to his. He looked at his hand that had risen to knock on the door. He studied it carefully. Was he going to knock on the door? And if he did, what was he going to say? Better yet, would Abel just ignore him? Daisuke clenched his fist again. What was he going to do? Face that feeling or ignore it? He raised his balled fist and knocked on the door.

 

"Excuse me?" Daisuke called, feeling as though his heart jumped a little.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

Abele sighed the slightest bit when he heard a hand knock on the door. Well, at least he knocked. He wasn't quite sur how he felt about this situation in all honesty... he felt like he was supposed to be happy that he had a "pet"... though he didn't find him quite amusing, so to speak. He just felt even lonelier, knowing the other was there but avoiding him most of the time.

 

"Come in."

 

Now that Abele thought about it... he felt a bit ill, his stomach feeling like it was churning over in his body. His abdomen hurt too... Coughing softly, he rolled on his side, so he was facing the door. His body was wrapped in a cocoon of blankets once more. There was a slightly red tint to his face, not blushing, but heated.

[CesareB]

Hearing the permission from Abele, Daisuke slowly opened the door. He wondered what that man could have been doing earlier to not have been able to hear Daisuke calling him. Was his hearing bad? Or was he listening to music? Daisuke opened the door all the way and gasped at what he saw.

 

Being covered in the covers was Abele. At first, Daisuke thought that he was being rather… eccentric. But he leaned closer to see that Abele was in fact, burning red. He looked like he was dealing with a fever. Daisuke, as calm as a professional surgeon, quickly pulled the covers off and immediately felt the man's forehead. It was burning hot. Like treating a feverish man was regular to him, Daisuke stood up and turned to get a wet cloth, but he stopped.

 

Abele was clutching his abdomen… and he was coughing. Daisuke bit his lip and rushed back.

 

"Relax, mister. I'll call an ambulance, so just stay here. I promise, I'll be right back. So please, don't die, okay?"

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

Abele glanced at the boy and murmured, "I don't have the money for an ambulance, kid..I'm probably just sick...I'll just cancel the piano lesson I'm supposed to teach and walk to the walk in clinic..." He didn't want to go and be taken away to a hospital... they'd probably put him in mental quarantine while they were at it. He didn't want to go through the stress of going to the hospital...

 

Abele sat up quietly, feeling like he needed to hurl up his breakfast, he held it in... not wanting something like that happening in here on the carpeted flooring... that would be awful to clean out of the carpet.

 

"I'll just... give you ten dollars... so you can pick up flu medicine." His voice had the eerie calmness to it, despite the fact that there was pain written on his face. He didn't want to crack in front of this boy, nor did he want this boy taking care of him... the boy would probably hate him more for making him deal with him...

[CesareB]

Daisuke sighed. How obstinate was that man?!

 

"Flu medicine, huh? And if you die, I may be the prime suspect. I'm not having that, mister. Not again. Either you stop looking like you're going to vomit or you go get your stomach checked out."

 

He leaned closer and snarled. He didn't have to repeat it, did he? But Abele did seem to not want to go to that hospital. Daisuke was not going to deal with a dead man. No, not again. He couldn't deal with that anymore. Seeing another dead body…

 

Daisuke stopped and looked at Abele carefully, almost as though he wanted to make sure that the man wasn't going to collapse again. For just in case, he slid behind Abele and held his back up as gently as possible. Abele looked like he was in excruciating pain.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

"I can't just stop looking like I'm going to vomit." muttered the man quietly, though he still held the calmness in his voice, though a slightly irritated look was plastered to his face, "Why do you care anyways? If anything, I'm better off dead to you, because then you don't owe me anything." His voice was flat, as his body was turning hot, sweat starting to form on his forehead.

 

"I'll walk to the clinic down the street." he muttered quietly, crossing his arms against his chest the slightest bit... why did the other man speak so quietly when he talked? Abele could hardly hear him. The man nearly fell over, his knees feeling a little bit shaky as he tried to stand.

[CesareB]

Daisuke helped him up and sighed again.

 

"It's not like you can walk to the clinic in this state. I'll help you, since you're being so impossible," he explained, settling Abele on his feet.

 

Abele looked rather unpleasant at the moment, plus, he looked… was that irritation? That's what it look a lot like! Was that fever affecting Abele? Daisuke shook his head. He had to get back to taking care of that man. Calmly, Daisuke looked at his "master" and carried him to the front door. Surprisingly, Abele was a little lighter than Daisuke expected him to be. Was… was he…? Better question, did Abele eat that much?

 

Daisuke hated to admit it, but he felt like he was a tad responsible for whatever was going on.

 

As he put on Abele's shoes, Daisuke asked, "So where was this clinic again?"