Sometimes

Title: Sometimes

Author: Wearable Bishounen

Rating: R

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to leave the ones you love. Sometimes you find a new love at the most unexpected times and in unusual places. Sometimes the Pretear can be a male.

Disclaimer: We—authors Lennith and Cheza-chan—do not own Pretear in any way. If we did… well, some of you might not be able to watch the show.

A/N: It’s pure smutty-ness between our lovable Sasame and Hayate. This chapter here… hmm! I guess it’s just the aftermath of a few of the other Knights’ actions. Cheza-chan, signing off! Oh, wait, back. Moonish_angel, go right ahead—makey da art; it would be nice (smiles).

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Chapter Twelve – A New Morning

Izumi woke the next morning with the help of his nose. Gray eyes cracked opened and he whimpered from the late morning sun assaulting them. The boy tried to move and found himself entangled in the futon covers and another’s limbs. ‘Sou da ne. I stayed with Hajime-kun.’ Izumi raised a hand, brushing back the Knight’s orange hair.

Hajime murmured softly in his sleep. The only evidence of his intense crying were the red blotches decorating his unusually pale face; it was more than enough.

Izumi sniffed the air again and glanced back, catching a glimpse of the double-layered tray of food by the door. He groaned, trying to pull himself from the other boy’s grip.

Hajime sighed, shifting in his sleep. “Izumi… kun?”

“Aa. Ohayou.”

Sea-green eyes opened and the Water Knight let go, raising a hand to his burning eyes.

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Hai. Sankyou.”

Izumi’s eyes sparkled as he giggled at Hajime’s English. Hajime smiled and stared over Izumi’s shoulder with one open eye. “Asagohan,” he laughed, standing. “Let’s get washed up before we eat.” He held out his hand. Izumi stared at it. Hajime grinned and switched hands. “Gomen.” The Pretear took it and let the boy pull him up. Their laughter traveled through the hall.

“Itadakimasu.” Izumi picked up a piece of egg with his chopsticks and held them out to Hajime. “Say ‘ah’.”

“A—n.” Hajime took the food into his mouth, chewing. He did the same for Izumi.

“Ano sa…” They both looked up at the open door to see a sleepy-looking Goh. “People are trying to sleep… Ah. Izumi-kun.” Izumi waved with his chopsticks. “That’s why your room was empty.”

Izumi blinked. ‘Empty…? Mannen should have been there.’ He shook his head, ignoring the fact.

The Fire Knight yawned. “Mattaku…” He headed back to his room, closing the door. Hajime and Izumi laughed softly.

Goh fell onto the futon, groaning. Kei smiled, not looking up from his laptop. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Tch… Kids nowadays are full of so much energy and have too much fun.” The brunet rolled onto his side, pouting.

“We’re two doors down, on the opposite side of the hall.”

Goh snorted, closing his eyes. “I’d rather be on another hall.”

“We have to be near our Pretear,” Kei reminded, typing swiftly.

Sasame chuckled, staring down at the bundle under the futon covers. “Hayate. I know it wasn’t that bad. You’re such a child.”

“Urusai… You said ‘special.’”

“This was special,” the Sound Knight retorted, “There would have been no privacy in Leafeania or the apartment. Hayate, quit acting so stubborn.”

“Urusai!”

Sasame shrugged. “I’m going to get another massage.” He grinned as the Wind Knight shot up.

Hayate ignored the slight twinge of pain in his lower back. “You’re not going near there!”

“Hai, hai.” Sasame placed a hand on Hayate’s shoulder, leaning in to kiss him. Hayate frowned as the white-haired man pulled back. Sasame listened to the voices his ear cuff picked up.

“What?” the Wind Knight mumbled, walking away from him.

“It’s… It’s nothing. Hayate?”

“Aa. It seems that whatever you’re listening to is more important than me.” He stood before the open closet, scowling at the robes. His clenched hand fell open and his body relaxed. Hayate faced his lover with a contrite expression, blue eyes darker than normal.

Sasame was caught in the gaze, but couldn’t decide whether to embrace him or what. “Haya…”

“Why can’t… things be the way they were…? We’ve been through so much…”

“You really are a child,” the other chuckled, smiling warmly.

Hayate growled and slammed the closet door shut. “Fine! See if I ever try to pour my damn heart out to you again!” Sasame covered his mouth, smothering his laughter.

Shin couldn’t help but giggle at every snore Mannen emitted. They’d gone another couple hours before the Ice Knight felt compelled to sleep again. The blonde smiled as he pulled on his robe, slipping from the bed. “I’ll get us some food,” he whispered. Mannen gave no inclination of having heard him for he kept sleeping.

Shin left the room quietly. He stood in the hall, looking down both ends, and realized he had no idea where to go. “And I reserved the room for the utmost privacy,” he groaned aloud, holding his head. Shin bit his lip in thought and took the right side of the hall.

“Lucky!” The blonde walked back down the hall with a layered tray of partial breakfast and lunch: brunch. He beamed and balaced the trays while opening the door. Mannen had moved from sleeping on his side to sprawled on his back, almost sounding as if he snored louder. Shin sighed, but smiled, walking over to place the food on the floor on his side of the bed. He climbed up and straddled the older Knight’s naked waist. “Mannen. Wake up. Mannen.”

The white-haired Knight swatted at the air weakly. “Back… stay away…”

Shin laughed softly then shook him. “Mannen,” he said more firmly.

Mannen snorted and his eyes fluttered open. “Eh…? Shin-chan…”

“Hai. Asagohan desu.”

“A… sa… Go…” His head fell back to the side and he continued snoring.

The Plant Knight sweatdropped, tilting to the side.