☆Wish Upon A Star☆

☆~Chapter 16~☆

☆☆☆~Three years later~☆☆☆

The wind blew, making the wild waves crash against the molded cliff, fading into the sea again in a explosion of salt and foam. The sky showed a cold pale blue, with clouds splattered on it to keep the sunshine from landing on Earth with all its might.

A seventeen-year-old Japanese boy stared at the landscape from the balcony, missing the sight of a snowy, dark backyard before his eyes; being stuck with the deep, blue ocean blowing its power against his face, making his clothes and hair wave wildly after him.

His chocolate eyes squinted at the horizon, almost blinded by the reflection of light on the wild waves that hit the cliffs and arrived to shore.

Oh he cherished those moments along, though in a strange environment, to think and have a talk with himself. He usually just discussed school problems, like an unexpected bad grade or a page he didn't understand; or scolded himself for hours after a fight with Alfred.

He flinched at the shiver that darted up his spine at the loud knock on the door that managed to overpower the roaring sea's music.

"Kiku!! Dude, you locked yourself in again?!"

Kiku groaned at the yells, being thrown back to reality as he walked back into his room to unlock the door.

Dark orbs bit into sapphire ones, that got closer in a defiant way to oppose Kiku's bitterness. "You're supposed to come for breakfast after you wake up, you know?" The American teenager mumbled, spreading toast crumbs from his mouth.

Kiku raised an eyebrow at the slightly older teenager. "And you're supposed to close your mouth when eating," He simply said.

Alfred laughed around the half-munched toast, throwing his arms around Kiku's waist and pulling him closer, which earned a squeak from the now squirming boy. "You think you can mess with me now that we're the same age, hm?"

Kiku hissed at the grab, struggling to get out and blushing furiously as, at the time that Alfred's left hand ruffled his hair, the right one slid between his legs. Kiku jolted out of the embrace thanks to the strength given by the startle, glaring at Alfred in fear, and still feeling a tingling on the skin Alfred had brushed his hand over.

Or at least, it seemed so. Alfred's innocent headtilt and gaze made the discomfort go away with the reasons that caused it. "What's up, man?"

He looked away. It had been over than a month since he started feeling like Alfred's hands roamed way too freely over his body at every hug, tap or push; and it was becoming commoner and commoner. "N-Nothing,"

He should be imagining it all. Alfred wouldn't be so sutile if he wanted anything with him. As Kiku had had the chance to check, the American teenager was everything but sutile when approaching everywhere near the gates of love and affection. And, as far as he knew from the weekend nights he had been forced to go out with him, Alfred only harassed girls, not boys.

No, Alfred couldn't possibly be interested in him.

Brushing the thought away, he paddled his way to the kitchen, walking closer to his next slap into reality as he started hearing the keetle's whistling and the mumbling.

"Aiyaah! Kiku, you've woken up later than usual, hm?"

Kiku nodded, forcing a small smile and taking a seat next to the Canadian young man that was having a cup of coffee and bowed his head slightly as a greeting.

Kiku rested his elbow on the table and his cheek on his hand. His eyes darted to the delicate figure of the cook; sleeves lifted to his elbows and hair tied up in a ponytail that hung over his shoulder. The sight filled him with joy, with the almost pride of knowing that Yao was safe and away from the dark claws of the Blood Union.