Red, Yellow & Blue

3. Get Out

A/N- The italicised sentences are spoken in English. Rest everything is in Japanese. I mean it obviously isn't. But I don't know Japanese so be a good lad and pretend that it is.

He was too tired to walk, too tired to think, too tired to feel. Finally, after a long day and too many classes to keep track off, he was back in his room.

All he wanted was to climb on his bed, hide under his Magical Marie blankets that he knew he was too old for, and just sleep. Without looking he threw his school bag in the direction of his bed.

"Umph!"

Hearing a little groan of pain, Kazama whipped around to see a tall boy lying flat on his bed, clutching Kazama's school bag in his hands, which probably landed on him.

"Shin Chan?" He asked, incredulity clear in his voice.

"No, it's Magical girl Moe-P and I've come to whisk you away to my magical La la land!" He cried in a girly voice, twirling an imaginary wand in his hand.

Shin Chan was the only person who knew about his obsession with Magical girls and he didn't hesitate to use it to his advantage.

"What are you doing here?" He snapped at him. The boy was like a bonfire on his fuse.

"You don't get to be mad at me. I've been waiting for what, two hours? I fell asleep, I was that bored!" He complained, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"I didn't tell you to be here. You know I've classes," Kazama told him and reached for the English textbook on his book shelf. Not wanting to sit at his desk after hours of sitting on a chair, he made himself comfortable on the floor and leaned against the wall.

Shin Chan yawned from the bed, making him yawn too. "You're so boring Kazama! You're studying again!"

"And I would like to do it without having to hear your whining, thank you," he said, not looking up from his book.

There was silence for a while and Kazama was grateful for that. Having managed to memorize the rules of subject verb agreement, he was going to flip the page, feeling quite proud of himself when he froze.

"W-what are you doing?" He screeched.

Shin Chan had squeezed himself into the space between his book and his thighs, quite literally sleeping on his lap. "Don't mind me, I'm just really sleepy."

"Go sleep on the bed!" He meant to shout but his voice came out squeaky.

The boy who was supposedly his best friend wrapped his arms around his waist and snuggled closer to his stomach. His voice was muffled when he said, "No thanks, I'm very comfortable here. Oh wait, am I distracting you, Kazama?"

He huffed, ignoring the tingling sensation of his gut, "No. I don't care what you do as long as you stay quiet."

Breathing deeply, he resigned to the fact that he won't be able to get anything productive done that day. Closing his book, he just skimmed through an English storybook he saw on his desk.

"This is getting easier. I understand most of the words," Kazama beamed. He was almost fluent in English now. He just wished he had someone to talk to so that he could improve his conversational skills. He might get his wish if he cleared his exam and went to that elite school.

"Can you talk in English? Why don't you say a few lines for me? Like introduce yourself in English!" Shin Chan exclaimed.

"Of course, I can. It's too easy.
My name is Toru Kazama. I'm sixteen years old and-"

"And I loves Shin Chan." Shin Chan chirped in broken English, probably something he learnt from Robert, his neighbour's American nephew.

"It's I love Shin Chan." Kazama corrected out of habit.

"Aww, I love you too, Kazama," Kazama felt him grin against his stomach before pressing a kiss against it.

His toes curled and he felt a sudden heat pooling inside him. He had to ask Shin Chan to stop. The idiot had no concept of personal space.

He pushed him away savagely, not sure who he was more angry at. Shin Chan for being so annoying or himself for liking it.

Shin Chan rolled away with a muffled humph and got to his feet, "Hey! Be gentle, senpai."

Kazama rose too and taking him by his collar slammed him against the wall. "Stop doing such things! It was weird even when when we were kids. Now it's just not acceptable. People say you're retarded, you know? And say that I'm crazy for hanging out with you! But you don't care about that. You do whatever you want, with no care for the consequence. But I can't be like that! I can't-" he stopped, raggedly breathing through gritted teeth.

Kazama had got really close to him in his rage. Shin Chan felt his friend's chest heaving against him. He was glad he had made him snap. No one should bottle up so much emotion. And he liked to be scolded by Kazama. At least in that way, he had his attention.

"Stop smiling like that! Can't you take anything seriously? I was supposed to study for my test but because of you, I hardly got anything done." Kazama said, his lower lip jutting out in a frown.

He was always frowning or scowling, Shin Chan thought. And just as Kazama was getting ready for another bout of tirade, Shin Chan tilted his head down and pecked him on the lips, lingering only long enough to smile and curve his lips upward.

"There! You look so much better when you smile," Shin Chan beamed at his thunderstruck best friend.

Kazama staggered backwards, heat rising up to his neck and ears, turning them a brilliant shade of red.

Heart pounding in his temples, Shin Chan waited for a reaction. For Kazama to kiss him back or snap at him or even hit him. Anything other than the blank, speechless face he was getting.

When no one said anything for a while, Shin Chan buried his disappointment and hurt deep inside and smiled brightly, "Oh come on, Kazama. That was the only way to get you to stop yelling at me."

That seemed to pull him out of shock. He rubbed a tired hand through his mop of dark blue hair and said in such a low voice that Shin Chan had to strain his ears to hear him, "Gods, I hate you so much. Please leave."

Shin Chan's heart clenched to hear that, but he pouted petulantly, "Leave? Where's your hospitality?"

He glared at him, "Get out of my house, Shin Chan. I've to study and you're disturbing me."

"But it's so cloudy outside! You want to kick me out in such a weather?" He gestured at the grey sky, visible through the open window.

"It's been like that all day and not a single drop has fallen. So stop whining and go home," Kazama snapped and turned away from him. He went to the bed and buried his head in the sheets apparenty done with their conversation. And good heavens, his bed sheets smelled like him.

Shin Chan lingered there for a while, warily watching his friend's bent blue head. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to go over there and run his fingers through his hair, apologize and make him smile again. But the edge in Kazama's voice when he told him to get out was different than his usual chastisement. He really wanted him to leave.

So with one last look at him, he turned and left.

The sky outside darkened a few shades and the last thing Kazama heard before exhaustion pulled him to sleep was the distant rumble of thunder.

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