Seiji

Eight

Eight: Tough, Hope, Anxiety

I watched as Tsukasa worked on something for the company. He was at his work desk, and I went to hand him a cup of coffee.

"Thanks Seiji. You should go out, and go on a date. Being indoors is boring for a boy your age."

"It's midnight dumbass." I rolled my eyes, and chuckles. Tsukasa had a tendency to lose track of time when he's working. I really wished he slept more.

"Sorry. Go to bed maybe. You do have stuff to do."

"I don't want to." I stared at him from behind. I didn't know why, but I felt so lonely just staring at him.

"Then...?" He stops his work, and turns to me. "I don't get you. Most boys would be all into their girlfriends. You know I wouldn't mind you staying up on the phone with her right?" He smiles.

Don't smile at me....I didn't know why I felt such pain in my chest. Maybe it was the fact I was well aware that Kare liked my brother, or something else...but what?

"I am not into that."

"Yeah, guys don't really like being on the phone." He chuckles.

"She likes you." I couldn't hide it anymore.

He laughs. "Even if she does, nothing will happen. She's too young, and she's yours!" He stands up, and chuckles.

"Stop it!" I yelled.

Tsukasa stood back in shocked. "What's wrong brother?"

I was beyond pissed. He didn't get me. He laughs at everything. "It isn't funny. My girlfriend is into you more than she is into me. I'm serious!"

"Sorry. Tell her that can't happen. I don't need anyone right now." He turns back to his desk, and his back was towards me again.

He doesn't need anyone? Does he not need me too? I felt hurt, but I didn't want to come across as sensitive. "Fine whatever."

"Why are you so angry?" He asked.

"Why not? It's only natural."

"It's not." He sighs.

"Don't you ever want to lean on someone?"

"No. I've been on my own."

"What about me?!" I lunged at him with both my hands on the arms of his chair.

"You're different Seiji."

"Do you love me?" Why did I ask that? What is wrong with me?

"More than anything." He looks into my eyes.

My arms quiver. What is this feeling inside me? His lids move slowly, examining me. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." I released the arms of the chair.

"She isn't good for you."

"Why?"

"That one day you left to go buy something, she tried to kiss me." He looks down. "I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want you to feel upset, but that was wrong of me."

"Did you?"

"No. Of course not! Why would I?!" He frowns.

"Because she's cute."

"I don't care. I wouldn't do that even if she was single."

"Really? What made you suck face with that one girl at the other school?" The thought of it still annoyed me.