Wanted Burden [Bisco x Milo]

Easy come, Easy go

Milo looked over at the window. The clouds decided not to let the sun in that morning, so even if it was the dawn of a new day, it looked like it was night-time. Still, the birds sang just as happily as if it was any other day. To everyone in the world that was just another day, but more Milo it was something more.

Milo bowed his head slightly with a sad look on his face. He had placed only one plate on the small table. The little wood house he found in the middle of the desert, the one he supposed it would have belonged to some king of vigilant of the old not rusted Japan, was now his house. His and the man's that had a shaky breath, the redhead who was lying in the old worn-out couch who was falling apart.

He had a lot of tunes going into his skin, and his mushroom keeper blood kept flowing back and forth in a small noise of a machine. Milo looked over to the calendar by the wall. The date was 2019, and even though they were in the year 2034, Milo used it for orientation. It was easy to lose himself in that empty house. It was easy to lose himself when he only talked inside his own head.

He picked up a pen to write over the date. A red cross made his eye-rings a little heavier and darker as he looked over to himself on the mirror. His sky-blue hair also looked nasty and dirty. Every time he tried to get himself into the tub, he felt dizzy and was afraid to pass out. He had almost passed out several times since they arrived at that sorry state, after Bisco took a leap of faith and protected him from a terrible creature that attacked them while they were sleeping in the snow, in the so terrible white and beautiful snow.

Now, it had been tree month since Bisco last spoke a word. Tree month since that little house was full of a funny laugh and a staid voice tone that belonged to a green-eyed man. He was now fighting for his life, almost managing to breath on his own. Even if Milo was up and in one piece, he looked closer to death than Bisco did. He was pale, even more white than the snow itself, and he lost is appetite. The only thing that kept him going was the full conscience that if he broke, Bisco would be done for. He forced himself to eat. He forced himself to live those empty days. Several times he considered if he had lost his mind, even if Actagawa kept him company and comforted him in his claws.

Today, was one of those empty days. Milo stared down at Bisco's resting face. He had enough time to notice how cute was the fact that Bisco's eyelashes were as red as his hair. Those little things made in smile, despite everything, and he sited calmly next to him, running his slender finger on Bisco's face mark

"Say Bisco... You never told me why you have this mark... I wonder if it's some kind of family mark... I am very curious actually" – He whispered

"But that's not important now, right! We need to stretch those muscles and make sure your leg's have enough blood going on them, don't we? So here I go "

This has been Milo's routine for 3 months now. Since Bisco didn't move his muscles, his body was growing weaker by the day. Milo had had enough medical education to know that if he didn't work on Bisco's muscle every day, he probably wouldn't be able to walk every again, if he ever woke up. His rehabilitation program was based on arm, leg and upper body stretches and simple movements. With care, he raised Bisco's members and moved him around with expertise. Each time he finished, he would bow himself and place a soft kiss on Bisco's forehead, sometimes on his check.

He did consider kissing Bisco on the lips, but he wasn't that cruel. Not when Bisco didn't have the power and will to kiss him back. If Milo was to kiss him, he wanted Bisco to either punch him on the face and say "You fucking idiot what the hell are ya trying to do? The hell?" or to either kiss him back with as much passion as he had. Even so, caring suited him. Milo's love was placed in every movement, in every little useless chat, in every check on Bisco's vital signs. He came to terms with his own feelings as he took care of Bisco, actually. He knew how important Bisco was for him. He just didn't know those feelings bloomed into his heart as romantic affection.