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 Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 11:29 am
"Isn't it, though?" Kenichi raised an eyebrow, more intrigued now that Utsuki was refusing to tell him. "The person who's been stalking you for longer than you probably care to know is more than willing to listen to whatever has you so pissed off. You're refusing such a generous offer? Honestly, kid, you are a piece of work." The criminal shook his head and got comfortable against the window.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 12:58 pm
"My life was never any part of your business!" Utsuki replied, now even more annoyed. It was then that he decided to give up. Now that he remembered that the criminal was his stalker, he knew there was no escaping this situation. The criminal won't leave until he got the information he wanted. It was just the way stalkers were. They wanted new bits of information and the chance to just stare at the lifestyle of the people they wanted to stalk.
Utsuki took a deep breath, but said nothing. He wasn't supposed to be angry on this day. His mother would never have wanted it. What would she say if they ever met again? She would probably be upset.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 1:26 pm
Kenichi shrugged, uncaring and bored. "Perhaps, but I made my business, didn't I? You know, bottling up your emotions isn't healthy, mentally, emotionally, or physically. You're lucky that I'm feeling patient today. I'll ask once more, what is bothering you?"
Kenichi pushed off the window and stood with his arms crossed, his eyebrow arched higher towards his hairline. "Look, kid. Something is obviously bothering you, and all I'm offering is a listening ear. I don't usually show any sort of compassion towards anyone, so you should feel honoured that I even care." He was growing impatient with Utsuki's refusal to tell him; he wasn't used to rejection.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 1:53 pm
"Since you insist on knowing, I'll tell you," Utsuki said. "Today is the anniversary of the death of someone important to me. Are you satisfied now?" The criminal should have nothing else to do now, so he should be leaving. If he had more questions, it was just going to create more problems.
Utsuki had to resist the urge to cry. The criminal might take advantage of him or something if he cried. If the criminal left, however, then Utsuki could release his held feelings. For now, he would have to endure it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 2:08 pm
Kenichi dropped his arms and stalked across to where Utsuki was, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed, an arm around the base of his neck. "Who was it that died? A pet? A friend? Whoever it is, don't you think they're happier off not suffering?"
He was sure Utsuki wanted him to leave, but despite what he wanted to admit, Kenichi had started developing feelings for this kid not too long after he started watching him. He was sick of playing twenty questions with him; he wanted answers.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:07 pm
Utsuki was now feeling very uncomfortable, but he said nothing about it. Even if he did say something, the criminal wasn't going to keep his distance anyway. It would be wise to answer all his questions and hope that at some point the he would leave and finally leave Utsuki alone. There was no other option anyway.
"It's my mom. She died ten years ago today," he said, his hands clenching into fists. "Will you leave now? I want to be alone." If the criminal was going to ask any more questions, there was a high chance that Utsuki would break down then. The questions were too prying, too harsh on his already weakened heart.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:55 pm
"Mmm... Nope. I told you, it's not healthy to bottle your emotions up, but it's not good to be upset alone either. Why are you so hell-bent on being left alone while you're mourning? And why are you mourning anyway. It's been ten years. I'm sure she's happy where she is. She isn't suffering, at least wherever she is now. I think it's selfish of you to be crying over someone who's been dead for ten years."
Kenichi had no plans to leave this kid alone while he was grieving. He had done so with others and had ended up never seeing them again. It made him feel like it was his fault, and he wasn't about to let that happen to this innocent looking kid.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:09 pm
Utsuki was getting even more annoyed now. "It's still hard to let her go." He wanted to run out of the room if the criminal wasn't going to leave. This was harrassment, but of course stalkers disregarded that. The one next to him was no exception.
Almost suddenly, Utsuki buried his face in his hands. The pressure building up inside him was about to escape. He had to keep it in. He wasn't supposed to cry. His dad always said that crying was pathetic, so he had to force all sobs back in. He had held it in for years, so another year wouldn't hurt.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:54 pm
Kenishi jumped slightly in surprise and lifted his arm for a minute. Then, he replaced it, trying to be comforting but feeling completely out of his element. He awkwardly patted Utsuki's shoulder slowly, hesitantly. "Just let it out, kid. It'll be okay," he muttered, trying to be helpful.
"I lost my mother, too," he told Utsuki in a rare display of true compassion and honesty. "I was three. I don't remember her at all." He had no idea why he was saying this. He hated this feeling of vulnerability he got by telling someone else this.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:58 pm
Utsuki just shook his head. "I can't. Dad's going to call me a wimp," he said with a voice that was obviously trying to hold back his sobs. "Please, just leave. Why do you insist on staying here?" Before he knew it, he found that he had been sobbing. As much as he tried to stop it, he found that he had no control over it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:17 pm
Kenichi again ignored the request for him to leave, shrugging. "What can I say? I like the feeling of danger. Either way, I'm staying. I told you it's not healthy to be upset alone." He was trying to be funny. He hated when people cried around him even if he had told them to "let it out". It just made him uncomfortable.
"Tell you what, kid. You let out whatever pent up emotions you've hiding for ten years because your old man's a jerk, and I'll keep it our little secret, okay?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 3:34 pm
Utsuki wanted to say something, anything, but before he knew it he was just uncontrollably sobbing. He felt ashamed, but for some reason he was also relieved. The pressure that had built up in him was finally being released.
But what if Dad found out? Sure, the criminal said he wouldn't say anything about the crying, but that didn't mean Dad couldn't find out. He was basically a truth detector, though some secrets did manage to get away from him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 3:59 pm
Kenichi pulled Utsuki closer, still feeling uncomfortable but trying to comfort the blond anyway. "It'll be okay, kid," he muttered. He shook Utsuki gently. "You will be okay."
He was sure there was a disturbed or disgusted look on his face, but he didn't care. Damn, he swore mentally. I must be going soft to take pity on a kid I barely know except from stalking him. Kenichi shook his head, more disgusted with himself than with Utsuki for crying.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:35 pm
As Utsuki cried, he felt more and more relieved of the decade-long burden. It was a long time, but finally he ceased his sobs. His eyes ached and stung, having been exposed to the salt of his tears for so long. He had to close his eyes to lessen the stings.
Utsuki had expected to hear the sound of his father's car returning home. It wasn't likely that Dad would return so early, but for some reason he kept returning earlier and earlier each year, each time getting himself more tipsy with alcohol. Of course he never drove home. It's hard to imagine a drunk police chief breaking the law by driving drunk.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:56 pm
Kenishi sighed Utsuki finally stopped and stood, dragging Utsuki with him. "Come on, kid. Let's get you cleaned up before your father comes home. And then, one day, you need to get out. Being stuck in a house all day is not healthy."
He tugged Utsuki towards the bathroom and ran the cold water, opening doors, cabinets, and drawers to find a clean washcloth to get wet. He wrung it out and folded it before slapping it on Utsuki's face. "There you go. Clean up. Can't have you looking like you just cried a river, can we?"
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