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

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Abele nearly thrashed against the other, his body already burning up as it was. Being pressed against the other's body that way... it made him want to hurl. Face flushed, sweat droplets forming on his forehead, he stared at the other. Why was he doing this for him? Since when did he start to care? Abele glanced away the slightest bit... why was he letting this brat take care of him? This wasn't how this was supposed to be playing out.

 

"The clinic is down the street."

 

He knew that it couldn't exactly be helped, and that he needed to go get prescription medication to make sure that he got all better. Glancing up at the other, though his face held the same expression as before, though his voice held the lack of emotion that it always did. He didn't want to complain to the other about how unbearable it was to be up against his body, given that he was just sweating more now. He wasn't going to let himself look weaker than he already did...

[CesareB]

Daisuke picked the man up and dragged his sweaty body down to the clinic. The clinic was not a long walk away at all. In fact, it was a five minute walk. That was overly convenient, and Daisuke thanked destiny (or whomever) that it was so close. Abele was quickly taken in and brought to the back. Daisuke sat alone in the front of the waiting room, thinking to himself.

 

He wondered how in the world he had carried someone else down to a clinic. Daisuke almost never helped others. Why was he especially helping Abele? He decided to say that he didn't want another dead body in his hands. Not again… not after three years ago… Again, Daisuke brought himself back to the situation at hand. Abele was going to live, and if he didn't, well, Daisuke was free, right? But still… Something nagged onto Daisuke's mind. But what was it?

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They ran a thorough inspection of the man. Checking his throat, taking his temperature, his heart-beat, weight, height, and blood-pressure... It turned out that he had the flu. And he had emptied his insides while in the back... all of his breakfast was gone. He felt weak and stupid... that stupid brat had to bring him here. If he were that brat, he wouldn't have even bothered...well, that was a lie actually... even if Abele hated someone, he'd still help that person... that was what got him into his current situation.

 

After about ten minutes in the back, the man quietly walked back into the waiting room, his eyes tracing the floor. He felt better now that his stomach had emptied all of his meal into the toilet. Rubbing one of his eyes, he had a bottle of liquid in his hand, of which was obviously medicine. He stood at the little window, talking to the lady quietly, coughing a few times into his elbow as he signed a few papers.

 

Glancing at the boy... he didn't feel like talking to him. How was he supposed to act around him? He wasn't even sure... He walked towards the door to the clinic and made a motion for the teen to follow...

[CesareB]

Daisuke stared at the man's hand. He was clearly telling him to come along. Daisuke followed after. He wondered if he should have spoken to Abele, but he decided against it. Even he could feel the cold and distant atmosphere around the man at the moment. Daisuke was happy that all the man had caught was the stomach flu… wait. Happy? Happy?! Why happy?! Why in the world was he happy?!

 

Daisuke shook his head in disbelief. What was wrong with him? Why had this man changed him so much? Daisuke found it fine to blame Abele for his change in attitude. When had the Daisuke Fujimoto who had been raised with a cold father, care for others? Why did this happen, and why wasn't he notified of this sudden change? Daisuke looked at the back of the man in front of him. That back belonged to an awkward man, but that man had a personality that Daisuke had a hard time figuring out.

 

The older teen prided himself in being able to accurately determine a person by observation, but Abele was different. And Daisuke hated losing. He would rather die than lose to that man.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

As they walked, the older man continued to stare at the pavement beneath him. Though... he felt eyes on his back. Why was the other staring at him? It was kind of unsettling. He didn't like the fact that the other was gazing at his back.

 

"Oi, brat, knock it off. Get your eyes off of me."

 

His voice sounded monotone as usual. He felt tired, but he ignored it. Once they got to his apartment, he opened the door, not bothering to keep the door open for the other, almost as if he even forgot he was there to begin with. He lived in an apartment on the third floor, which was the top floor of the complex. He walked up the stairs quietly, more sweat starting to drip down his forehead as he fumbled with the keys at his door, and unlocked it.

 

He slipped into his apartment, and left the door wide open, as if he remembered the other this time, thogh not the time before. He instantly headed for his room... he needed to find something cooler. He felt like he was going to have a heat-stroke if he stayed in these clothes.

[CesareB]

Daisuke heard the man's monotoned voice. He was telling him to… get his eyes off of him? As they walked to the door of the apartment, Abele didn't bother to keep the door open for Daisuke. The red head clenched his hands into fists, but he still kept his composed face. What was wrong with that man?

 

Abele unlocked his door and that time, generously kept the door open for Daisuke. After watching the man rush to his room, Daisuke trudged to the room that he was given. He dragged his heavy feet to his room, feeling rather tired and exhausted. As soon as he got into his room, he plopped down onto his bed. After closing his eyes, Daisuke yawned and thought for a while. He was lucky enough to have a bed. He was lucky enough to be able to leave when he wanted. But he was still a pet in name.

 

"Stupid man…" Daisuke muttered to himself, sitting back up.

 

He swung his feet off of the bed and got up. The red head had forgotten that he needed to change. He slipped off his pants and t-shirt and put on simple sweatpants. Daisuke stopped getting dressed when something hit him. Um… where did most of those clothes come from? He had packed a few clothes, but where had the sweatpants he was wearing… where had those come from?

 

Not wanting to wrack his brain anymore, Daisuke climbed into bed and closed his eyes. He was going to see what the next day would bring him as that man's pet.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

Abele didn't wake up as early as he usually managed to... he actually decided to sleep in that morning. When he slid off of the futon that he called a "bed", he walked towards his dresser and picked out some clothing. It wasn't anything much really. He had another piano lesson today, even though he still felt horrible.

 

Picking out a pair of dark jeans, he wriggled out of his sweatpants, pulled up a new pair of boxers, and the his jeans. Taking off his shirt quietly, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was thin... and had rather pale skin. He sighed to himself and rubbed one of his eyes. He saw why people thought he was ugly... and he was trying not to care. He couldn;t really fatten up, because he didn't really like eating. And he didn't really go outside in the day-time because it was too bright out for him to actually enjoy it. He preferred going outside at night, when the street-lights were on, and the moon was out, letting of soft, white streaks to illuminate the streets. He enjoyed it the most during winter, when you could see the little flecks of snow flying through the air at night.

 

Pulling his long-sleeved black-shirt over his upper body, he let out a small huff as he made his way out of his room, medical tape still wrapped around his fingers. He'd change it later... it wasn't dirty. He instantly walked towards the kitchen, where he placed the medicine last night. He didn't really feel up to eating breakfast... he didn't feel like he'd be able to keep it down if he did.

 

 

 

 

 

[CesareB]

Daisuke woke up around the same time that he did every morning. He immediately washed up and changed. After putting on one of his blue shirts and simple cargo pants, he pulled his heavy feet to the bathroom. Daisuke wondered why he still felt sleepy and tired.

 

He looked into the mirror and ruffled his matted down red hair. Next, he trudged back into the room he slept in and put on slippers. After doing so, he was ready to leave the room. Daisuke wondered if he should have gone to the kitchen. He really didn't want to run into that man. As he passed a clock, he stopped. Seeing that it was pretty late, Daisuke figured that Abele was elsewhere, and not in the kitchen.

 

Feeling that it was safe, Daisuke brought his heavy feet into the kitchen and stopped. He felt like he was becoming dumber by the moment, for Abele was in the kitchen that morning. Why had his calculations been wrong?!

 

"Um…" Daisuke said awkwardly. "Good… good morning…?"

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Taking a spoonful of the nasty smelling liquid... he hesitated, before putting the spoon in his mouth and swallowing it. It was grape flavor... And it didn't even taste like grapes. It tasted like the death and tears of small children. Coughing a bit after he took the medicine, he put it back down on the counter and lidded it... he should have asked for the pill instead...

 

Glancing as he saw his pet walk into the calculations, he smirked to himself the slightest bit. Even if his facial expression did change, he always kept the same, eerily calm voice, of which no one could seem to make fluctuate. Rubbing the back of his neck with his nimble, long fingers, the young man glanced at the teenager, a bit amused.

 

"Good morning, brat."

 

He didn't call him by his first name. It wasn't like he didn't know it, it was more so that he didn't really care what the other favored to be called. Walking towards him, he nearly laughed... though he didn't. He wouldn't let the other hear him laugh. He kissed the other's cheek as he passed to go off towards the bathroom to wash up.

 

He was going to change up the game a little bit. He wasn't going to allow the other to think that he was weak. There were going to be punishments from now on, if he screwed up. And Abele had just the ideas in mind.

[CesareB]

Daisuke froze. Wait…

 

"Wh-what was that?!" Daisuke asked himself, turning towards the way that the man had gone.

 

What in the world had just happened? Daisuke tried to think things over. First, Abele had called the red head "brat". Secondly, he had given him a small peck on the cheek. What… what in the world was that? Daisuke felt like he had lost. He had felt like he had ultimately lost. Over the years, Daisuke could figure someone out as fast as a second, but when it came to Abele, things seemed to go differently. And the red head thought that he had figured some of his master's personality out, but as it turns out, he didn't.

 

He was totally confused. Just yesterday, Abele refused to look at him. And then, the next morning, he was playfully mocking people?! Maybe it was that medicine. Yeah… the medicine from the clinic. That must have been it. But… that didn't make much sense, did it?

 

Daisuke, giving up, looked through the refrigerator and took out the carton of milk that he had bought the other day. Next, he took out a bowl from the cupboard and some cereal from the top of the fridge. Next, he got out a spoon and made his small breakfast. After eating, he decided that he needed more fresh air. As Daisuke neared the front door, he stopped. Would he have to ask that man for permission? The teenage red head decided against it and opened the door. He closed it behind him with a slam and stood against the door, breathing in the air.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The small ginger looked at himself in the mirror with a sigh. His face was flawless....except for those hideous dark circles around his eyes... he wondered if they'd go away soon if he got more sleep. Rubbing his eyes quickly, he then splashed his face with water, enjoying the feeling of the coolness on his face. He dried his face on the towel before looking at himself in the mirror once more.

 

He tried smiling... though it looked weird. At least to him. He thought his face looked too awkward that way when he smiled... With a small huff, he gave up as he wet his toothbrush in the sink before he started to brush his teeth. He didn't really feel up to doing much today... but he had to. He had a piano lesson to teach to a young teenager, about Daisuke's age. Abele did have to admit... the boy he was teaching was actually rather handsome. And he was kind and considerate to him. The only difference in age with his "pet" was the fact that his student, who's name was Finnian, was nineteen, and Daisuke was eighteen.

 

He decided he might as well try to look half decent. Spitting out the extra toothpaste, he wiped the wetness off of his lips with his towel. After brushing his teeth, he made sure that the bathroom sink was clean from any spit or toothpaste... it drove him crazy if there would be even a speck.

 

Rubbing his eyes softly, he glanced at his hair, and grabbed his brush. Wetting it beneath the sink, he then began to stroke his hair with it, nicely brushing it, making it look neat.

 

Last but not least, he put on his deodorant. He felt much cleaner than he did earlier.

 

With a small sigh, he walked back out to the living room, and sat on his piano bench.

[CesareB]

As Daisuke watched the people outside, he frowned. There was a happy couple, then a father and his son. Daisuke scowled at that sight. The red head was bitter about fathers because of… well, his father. His father was a well known psychiatrist that had his own clinic and everything. Daisuke grew up with his father, watching the various patients that came in and out of the clinic. But he felt that his father never paid him any attention. It was always the clinic, clinic, clinic.

 

His father missed all of Daisuke's school functions and outright ignored him by the time he turned sixteen. Daisuke felt miserable, but kept his feelings to himself. By his seventeenth birthday, his father had moved Daisuke out of the house and had stuck him in an apartment. The red head had always been envious of father-son relationships. He shrugged, trying to ignore his bitterness and headed back to that man's apartment.

 

As Daisuke neared the door, he stopped. He wondered where his father was, how he was doing, and if he even thought about Daisuke. Sadly, the teen doubted it. He rubbed vigorously at his eyes until they turned red and bit his bottom lip. Daisuke pushed those thoughts away and opened the door, then walked into the living room. He saw Abele, who looked relatively neater and cleaner. Abele sat at the piano bench. Daisuke quickly looked away, hoping that the man had not noticed his red and distressed face.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

The small man had begun to play a long, rather distressing sounding melody, his fingers elegantly hitting the keys as the song continued on. He was humming softly along with it, not really paying attention to the world around him as he played. He looked... content, so to speak. More like he didn't have a burden on his shoulders.

 

Though, when he heard the door creak open, he glanced at the boy, though continued playing. That boy looked like he was crying... he wondered if he was supposed to say anything or not. Though, he didn't really know... he was playing this melody rather loud, given the fact that if he didn't, he could hardly hear what he was playing. Deciding to stop what he was doing, he got up from the piano bench.

 

"Oi, brat,"

 

He began, walking towards him with a small sigh on his lips, his eyes a bit... warmer. The other looked sad. What was he going through? That bothered him a little bit, the fact that he was looking so...distressed.

 

"What's wrong?"

 

It was a bit out of character for him so to speak, to even ask the kid this type of question. He usually never pried into others personal business, given that he tried to stay away from other's problems.

[CesareB]

"What's wrong?"

 

Daisuke froze at the words that uncharacteristically came out of Abele's mouth. His cyan eyes watched as the man walked closer to him.

 

Daisuke was unsure as to what to say. He hated it when people saw him like that. He hated it when he wasn't calm and composed. Not being able to hold in his emotions… Daisuke hated that. He bit his bottom lip again and looked at the ground. He couldn't look Abele in the eyes. It felt impossible to do at the moment.

 

"I'm… I'm fine," he lied.

 

Daisuke decided that the unconvincing lie wouldn't bother Abele. After all, the red head thought that the man didn't care. He was just asking out of curiosity. That was it. But that was all an eighteen year old's assumptions. Looking back at past events, he couldn't be so sure as to what went through Abele's mind. Abele was such an interesting specimen. Daisuke's father would have loved to have the ginger headed older man as a client.

 

His father… Daisuke choked back a sob. He sounded too much like a kitten at the moment, and that was a bit embarrassing. The red head decided to ignore any incoming thoughts about his father, but that didn't work.

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"That sounds like a lie, brat."

 

His voice still held the eerie calm. It wasn't really...comforting, in a way. It usually just made people hate him more, given that his tone of voice never changed, and no matter what happened, it would never even waver. No one had seen him cry, and no one had seen him smile. It was like Abele was a dead blank, not really have an exact personality type or really an exact...anything. Most people probably thought that because Abele would never let them in, and would never show them what he thought or how he felt.

 

He just thought that nobody would care about him, really. That was why he was so lonely.

 

 

"Oi, brat. You can tell me what's wrong."

 

He was open to talk to. He listened rather well... f he could actually hear the person. Daisuke probably didn't even notice the fact that Abele was partially deaf. He didn't actually "ignore him", it was more so that whenever he talked, he couldn't hear him.

 

"You're going to have to speak loud. I have issues hearing you when you talk."

[CesareB]

Daisuke sighed. Maybe letting out those feelings would help. Though Abele's cold and calm voice sounding like he didn't care, he clearly seemed to want to hear. When Daisuke heard the part about the issues hearing him, he stared. So the man hadn't been ignoring him, but couldn't always hear him…?

 

Daisuke cleared his throat. "Well, if you really want to know…"

 

He stopped. Was he being loud enough?

 

Daisuke spoke louder, maybe a little too loud. "Um… I'm not sure how loud I should be either!"

 

He was a bit embarrassed and very unsure. How was he supposed to speak to a person that could barely hear him when he spoke lowly?

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Abele glanced at the man and cocked his head when he saw the other's lips moving, though he could hardly hear the words that were coming out. With a small huff of relief, he nodded to the other when he spoke louder, "That's better...I can hear you now."

 

The man with the light ginger hair stretched the slightest bit, his back making a slight cracking noise as he stretched. His eyes held a look of relief when his back cracked... it felt so much better than way.

 

"I'm quite interested in knowing why you're upset, actually. Just keep talking in the same volume that you currently are and I'll be able to hear you."

 

Abele was saving up his spare money to get a hearing aid. Though, he didn't tell the other this, simply because he never asked. Abele usually never talked about anything personal unless he was asked about it.

[CesareB]

He was actually interested? Daisuke paused and wondered what he could have started with. He actually felt better when being able to tell someone his feelings, but he wondered… He wondered if he would sound like a whining brat if he spoke his feelings. Well… if he got on the man's nerves, he wasn't to blame. After all, Abele was the one who asked.

 

"Well… my father. It's about my father. Don't get me wrong, though! I don't miss him. I just… I get angry when I see other people with their fathers, looking all happy and… it makes me angry. He never paid me any attention, nor did he try to be nice to me. It was all about his 'clinic, clinic, clinic'. That man… he only talked about his clients or what their problems where. What happened to client confidentiality, anyways? My father wasn't the even close to actually being a father…

 

"He was just that man that I lived with. Actually, we were more of strangers than anything." Daisuke let out a cold and sarcastic laughter. "In fact, I know more about you than I knew of him! How sad, since I lived with him for seventeen years of my life!"

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

Abele looked at the other while he talked, his facial expressions not really changing. His pale cerulean eyes stared at the other's eyes, as if he were examining what the other felt through his eyes. The words feel in and out...he could hear most of it, there were just a few words that his ears didn't quite pick up. Though, he got the gist of what the other was saying.

 

"I can't really say I understand your feelings, given my father died before I got to really know him... actually, he died when I was thirteen. So, I'm sorry that you feel that way, I suppose. There's nothing I can really do about it, but if getting it out of your system makes you feel better, then I'm glad that I helped I suppose."

 

Rubbing one of his eyes tiredly, he cocked his head the slightest bit to rest on his shoulder, his eyes holding a bit of sleepiness.

 

"Though, may I ask, have you ever asked your father why he never payed attention to you? Or asked to spend time with him? Some people are oblivious as to how others are feeling... maybe he expected you to like solitude, or maybe he thought that you preferred loneliness. People aren't always correct about their predictions on another person's personality type."

 

 

 

[CesareB]

Daisuke heard Abele's words loud and clear. He felt much better when he let everything out. Hearing about Abele's father made the red head smirk to himself.

 

Finally, he though, something about his past!

 

He felt as if he had accomplished something when he heard that tidbit of Abele's life.

 

And the last part… maybe he was being paranoid, but he felt like the part about people not always being correct on their predictions on another person's personality type… he felt that it was directed at him. Maybe it wasn't, but Daisuke sighed.

 

"I would expect a man who is a psychologist and a psychiatrist to at least get his own son's personality. He gets all of his clients' personalities and their personality disorders, so what so hard about mine?"

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

"No matter how good you think you are at something, sometimes, there will be obstacles that you can't take down, nor will you be able to understand. Just like your father might never understand a person, because they are too vague, or they don't let anyone get to know them well. Sure, he'd be able to make assumptions, though he wouldn't be able to exactly get their character down."

 

The ginger said this rather plainly, as if it were as simple as that.

 

The ginger didn't really know it, but he was the obstacle that was in Daisuke's way. He didn't know that he was specifically a major problem. He didn't really understand how much of a tragedy he was to the teen, given the teen couldn't fit the pieces together about him so well.

 

"You seem to be a lot like how you describe your father. Maybe your father can't figure you out because it would be like trying to figure out himself."

[CesareB]

Daisuke stared holes into Abele. That man… what he was saying had truth, but then again, it also was the view from an outsider. Daisuke frowned. He and his father… they weren't alike, where they?

 

"So… you're saying that I was thrown away because my father couldn't figure me out?" Daisuke asked.

 

That was how his brain pieced together his conversation with Abele. Was the man saying that that was the reason he was pushed to the side?

 

Daisuke could easily figure out his father's character. He could easily tell what a person thought… but that man… Abele. He had the most trouble figuring out Abele. And that was what drove pathetic red head crazy at times. But, of course, he wasn't going to let the man know that!

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

"Yeah, pretty much. And probably a lack of communication on both parts. It's a simple concept really. If two can't communicate, they grow distant from each other." Abele said this as if it were simple. His eyes holding a bit of a bored and tired expression in them. His cheeks were still rather flushed from his fever, and he needed something to drink and eat... though, his throat did hurt, so he didn't really feel like eating.

 

Rubbing one of his eyes again, his eyes closed for a few moments in a tired manner before opening back up. He needed to get some more sleep, despite the fact that he didn't want to...

 

With a small sigh, the young ginger asked, "Anything else you wish to discuss?"

[CesareB]

"Anything else you want to discuss?"

 

Daisuke felt like that was a dismissive question.

 

"No," he answered, taking his leave.

 

When he was about to leave the living room, he stopped. Maybe he could ask one more thing… one more.

 

"Um… mister… Mind telling me what that kiss on the cheek was for?"

 

There, he asked it. He felt as if he was asking the man a personal question. Daisuke want sure if he would get the response he wanted, but… What was that response that he wanted? Seriously, what did he want to hear come from Abele's mouth? An apology maybe? No… that didn't sound like something Daisuke wanted to hear. If he heard an apology, he would be rather disgusted with Abele. Maybe he just wanted a simple explanation? But knowing that man, nothing was simple.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

Abele nodded slowly to the other as he got up, taking it as he was just going to walk off like he normally did and pretend that none of this happened.

 

Though, when the other asked him that question... he smirked to himself.

 

So the kid wanted an answer?

 

Quietly, the older man got up with a small sigh, walking towards the young, red-haired teen. He had the same expression that he usually wore... well, before he stood in front of the other, and looked at the other in the eye. They stood basically at the same height, given the fact that Abele was a rather short man. Rather...gently, he pressed a kiss to the other's lips this time, instead of his cheek. The cold metal of his lip piercing hit against the other's lip. Abele felt like laughing, though he didn't, instead, he simply stated as he drew away,

 

"Nothing much... I just felt like it."