My Valentine Yakuza (BxB)

Chapter 3

Cain's P.O.V

"Robin, there's nothing wrong about it. In fact, it only makes you strong, to be able to say who you are and be who you are."

Something ripped at my heart so viciously when tears flowed down his cheeks and I could only say it was a mixture of anger and pain. Anger because of how much he had suffered to take on the courage and be who he was, pain because I could do only so much.

How I could fall so deeply in love with someone I just met is a mystery. But then again they say that love works in mysterious ways, this moment was one of those times. And to think that I was just cursing love on the way here, but hey. It happens to the best of us.

He didn't seem to have noticed that he was crying until I wiped his tears, I couldn't help but think that it was endearing how he had unwittingly cried infront of me. I was hoping that it meant he was comfortable with me, after all he was going to be mine.

I cradled his face in my hands even when the tears had stopped, why? I didn't exactly knew why either. I was never one to show much emotion. But to him it was different, because he was different. A good different.

He withdrew from me and said a silent meaningful thank you. I let myself smile for a bit but it pained me to see a moment of distrust and guard in his eyes. Still I swallowed the pain down and held his hand instead, I was a persistant persuer, what can I say? If I want something badly then I'll stoop to whatever measures.

Thankfully he didn't shake my hand away. And in fact I suspected that he didn't mind at all and even enjoyed it for a bit. His shoulders were still tense and his posture guarded so I began to talk about anything I could think of in hopes that he'll smile again.

So I started spewing foolish stuff about my childhood, how the dog had snatched my briefs and I ran around the house naked trying to chase the mischevious pup down and how the guys had taught me about life, about how you enjoy everything about it, even  the annoying twists, curves and the occasional bumps. Eventually he started talking about his family, how they had gone camping for a week and his dad had struggled to get a fire starting without using any gas or matches and how his mother solved it by lighting it on fire when his dad had turned his back.

I learned so much about him in one night. That his favorite color was blue, he loved dogs but he never had one, and how he didn't like school. The last one made my brows twitch. It seemed I have to look into him at school...But I wonder how I should go around that.

An idea flashed in my head and I smiled. I did some calculations and thought of the people I should call.

Eventually the party died down and slowly more and more people left except for some slumped in the corner and others in a group.

I felt Robin lean on me and his head rested on the side of my arm, I smiled at that.

He fell asleep beside me. He shivered at the cold so I wrapped my arm around him and drew him closer for warmth.

Right. Warmth.

He felt just like how he looked. Small and delicate.

It felt right to have him beside me there and I only hoped he'd realize it soon.

Somebody let out a slow whistle and I snapped back into reality. It was Lazarro, sauntering towards me and cocking his brow curiously at our position.

"Tsk, tsk, And I thought you said you were here to keep an eye on your sister and her boyfriend which you oh so despise. Seems like your eyes are on somewhere else or more like someone else.  Hmm.." He teased and smirked.

"I am keeping an eye on her," I growled back at him.

He raised his eyebrow at me.

" Oh really? Then where is she now?"