Please be mine

Part 2

Kirara stared at his nails, the nail polish had chipped off and there were bruises on his knuckles. Never was he really the one for fist-to-fist fighting, but this mission demanded it.

Tears were stinging in his eyes, why did he have to go without Hakari this time? Why had they been forced to be separated for this mission? More and more, the feeling that he was all alone crept up on him.

A single tear slid down his cheek, Kirara gasped. Panic struck, he was alone in his room and everything in his body hurt. He let himself fall over and buried his face in the pillow lying on his bed.

Since he was acting more and more feminine things began to shift. He had the feeling when he wore make-up he was losing respect of others and people were looking at him differently. Like he is freak.

And Hakari, yes he was mostly there for him. But still he was going out with that brat of a girlfriend of his. For an instant he had hoped that Hakari liked him too. Still he hopes it. When they are together, they cuddle and sometimes even kiss. Hakari was like a prince. But when she called he galloped her way. Kirara balled his fists and sobbed.

Far down the corridor Kirara heard a familiar voice, his heart jumped for a moment. Quickly he turned so that his back was to the doorway. With his thumb, he wiped away the runny mascara.

His friend's voice became louder, he was clearly talking on the phone. And Hakari sounded furious. Kirara's heart began to pound wildly, why was he so angry? What was going on with his best friend?

With a loud thump, Kirara's bedroom door was pushed open. "I'm not done with you yet!" shouted Hakari infuriated. Then followed by a sound of a beep, the conversation had been pushed away.

Kirara didn't have the courage to look back, he felt Hakari plop down on the bed by his side.

"Can you believe that bitch? She took my credit card shopping. I had left it with her to buy concert tickets, not to go shopping! My credit card is all maxed out!" Hakari rattled furiously, but then abruptly stopped. "Kirara?"

One more time Kirara rubbed his palm along the bottom of his eyes "I'm listening" he spoke almost in a whisper as he pushed himself up straight.

"What happened?" Hakari hissed. The big boy grabbed Kirara's narrow chin with his large hand and forced him to look at him. " Sweetie, what happened? Talk!" The big boy's voice trembled.

Kirara's gaze lowered to his own hands. Hakari followed and the anger in his face returned. With his free hand, Hakairi caressed Kirara's blue knuckles.

"It's nothing, you were talking about your girlfriend." Kirara tried to steer the conversation away from him. He was ashamed of his weak self.

But Hakari didn't fall for it "fuck that bitch, you're all bruised and blue. What was this kind of a mission? It was supposed to be an easy one, one where you didn't have to do much physically."

For a moment Kirara sobbed "yes they had momentarily forgotten to tell me it was next to a biker bar. And me, as well me" his voice quivered as he spoke.

With force Hakari pulled his best friend against him. Growling he uttered "I swear to you they do this on purpose, I'm going to speak to them. Or I'll beat them into a pulp, those idiot higher ups. They demand soldiers and brainless copies of themselves. I'm going to give them my opinion with my fist."

A giggle escaped Kirara "you really are everything". He felt Hakari press a kiss against his temple. Secretly he hoped Hakari would never let go of him, but then the hug weakened and he felt Hakari's arms slowly releasing him.