The Taste of Plastic (4)

A/N: dude I’m on a motherfucking roll! HA I know, no sex, there will be sex, relax…

“Get up Kaidoh, we’re here.”

Tezuka shook the sleeping boys shoulder, trying to wake him.

“Kay.”

Tezuka was honestly startled as the boy climbed out of his car, he had expected a bit more shoving on his part.

“Sorry.”

Tezuka froze as Kaidoh spoke, had he heard?

“Sorry for what?”

“Falling asleep in your car, being a bother.” Kaidoh looked at the ground as Tezuka locked his car, hoping that the older boy would not be cross with him.

“Why would I care about that?”

Kaidoh wanted to die himself a hole and die in it, why would he care. He was so stupid sometimes.

“You awake now?” Tezuka looked almost worriedly at the smaller boy.

“What, yeah, I’m fine now…” Kaidoh began to follow the taller boy into the school, still looking down. The funny feeling from yesterday was back, only worse, it felt like thousands of bugs were trying to crawl out of his neck.

Tezuka took a deep breath; he suddenly felt fifteen all over again.

“I-I can take you to and from school everyday if you want, you’re on my way.” It sounded stupid when it came out.

Kaidohs eyes widened, the other boy was willing to take him home, and drive him to school, even though he acted so strange yesterday, and fell asleep that morning.

“Yes,” he looked back at the ground. “I would like that very much, thanks.” Like that very much?? Who says that? Kaidoh suddenly wanted his hole back to crawl in and die.

“Kaidoh!”

Kaidoh jumped as he heard his name being called.

Inoh watched curiously as Kaidoh and Tezuka arrived to school together.

“Um, I will see you later caption.” Kaidoh nearly sprinted to Inohs side, wanting desperately to get away from the blue-eyed boy before he had a change to say something stupid again.

Tezuka watched Kaidoh run to Inohs side and found himself hissing deeply. He did not like that; he did not like that at all.

Kaidoh was his.

Tezuka winced, the odd thoughts wouldn't stop.

He didn’t pay attention in any of his classes.

Kaidoh paid no attention all day as well, and caught himself on more then one occasion wondering what Tezuka was doing.

“Tezuka, are you feeling all right?”

Tezuka looked up from his untouched lunch at Oishi, who was looking horrible worried at him, with Eiji by his side.

“I’m perfectly fine.” He forced a bite of his sandwich into his mouth, it made his stomach hurt.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure!”

Yelling was a bad idea. It only made Oishi more concerned.

“Tell me what's wrong?” He pried.

Tezuka couldn't stand it anymore; he laid his head down in his arms on his desk. He was tired as all hell, dreamed of another man, and his head was starting to hurt.

“I can’t.” He mumbled.

“Why not?” Oishi placed a hand on his captions shoulder, wondering what in the world could break their brave caption down.

“Sorry.” Fake self-pity was a low blow on Tezukas part, now Oishi would spend the rest of the day feeling guilty.

“Oh, no caption I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pried.” Oishi apologized, looking back at Eiji, his face filled with concern as well.

The three sat in silence for the rest of the lunch period, Tezuka kept his head down, his food untouched.

Kaidoh felt bad for not wanting to eating one bite of the food his mother made him, instead he just stared blindly at it.

“Hey Mamushi if you’re not going to eat that, I would be happy to.” Momoshiro commented from the table behind him.

On any other day Kaidoh would have told the other boy to go to hell, but today he simply didn’t have the energy, or felt the need to yell at the other boy, he simply wanted his food, and if he gave it to him, he would go away.

“Here.” Kaidoh handed Momo his lunch and turned back around.

“You serious?” Momoshiro asked, “You poisened it didn’t you?”

“Fine, don't eat it.” Kaidoh made a move to take the food back, but Momoshiro pulled it back to himself.

“No, no I’ll eat it.” He declared, watching almost a little scared as the other boy turned back around and laid his head down in his arms.

Momo took a seat next the sallow boy, looking strangely at him.

“What?” Kaidoh hated the feeling of someone staring at him without his consent. Except Tezuka…that one time…

“What's the matter with you?” A genuine concern was heard in Momoshiros voice. It was strange seeing his rival so unwell.

“Nothing, go away.”

“No.”

“Please?”

The please caught Momoshiro ridiculously off guard, he had never heard Kaidoh say please.

“No, really, you okay man, maybe you should go home if you don't feel well.” Momoshiro would have laughed if someone told him that day he was going to be worried about Kiadoh.

Kaidoh also found Momoshiros worry strange.

“I’m fine.”

“Okay.” Momo sat next to Kaidoh for the rest of lunch, watching silently as the boy cradled his head in his arms.