Kireou didn't take it to heart as Ngo turned his head away. He knew the signs, it was unmistakable. This man had never been held... properly. At least in Kireou's mind. He continued his effort to get the Ngo to relax and comforted him as best he could. Kireou sighed with a soft smile gracing his lips.
As Ngo finally succumbed to his ministrations and relaxed, Kireou squeezed him gently in a soft hug. It was a bit awkward since his arm was beneath the other, but he managed it while brushing Ngo's hair beck behind his ears.
"I am..." He breathed in a bit more deeply and slowly let it escape. "Protecting you Ngo-kun... From... yourself." He seemed quite tired even his words lacked complete definition. His hand continued to brush through Ngo's hair but slowed down over time.
"What are... you doing?" He asked through a quiet yawn...
He shifted only slightly while Ngo moved toward his forehead. The kiss on his forehead was returned, but by Kireou on Ngo's throat... As though in his sleepful state he was returning the favor. "Mmm.... love... you...." He said with eyes closed, his form moving to it's side.
When Ngo took up his post of staring at the ceiling, arms folded back behind his head, Kireou rolled closer placing his head on the crux of Ngo's shoulder/crook of his neck. His breath was slow and very steady, becoming more shallow with each passing second.
Kireou's arm gently flopped itself upon Ngo's waist grasping the other man in a sleepful embrace.
There was no response to Ngo's last question. There couldn't be. Xin had fallen asleep.
He lay there, eyes closed and slowly shifting back and forth beneath his eye lids. His lips were half pressed against the shoulder his head rested upon, and his nimble malnourished form seemed to fit snugly against Ngo.
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Ngo's eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling above for several minutes until he heard no further responses from Kireou. Ngo then looked out the corner of his eye and then down his chest. Ngo had heard his words and Ngo had not responded. Ngo however did not turn away from Kireou and let him rest. Ngo waited a while longer, his form locking up due to the lack of movement. Ngo, looked again back over the frail body of Kireou. The weak frame, a beaten body- Ngo knew that Kireou had been through a lot. Ngo wondered and thought to himself, why him? Ngo pulled Kireou in closer and held him, knowing Kireou was in need of it. But still there was this cold part of Ngo that rejected the thought of being so "soft", it got you in trouble. It had got Kireou in trouble....
Ngo shook his head and replied softly as Kireou slept,
"Tomorrow we will speak more, tonight you rest. I do not know where you come from Kireou nor why I saved you. But, perhaps as you said... You can help guide me and protect me from myself, though I am afraid... Kireou. But I will never admit that."
Ngo spoke silently in the darkness, the pit pat of rain on the outside of the window ledge causing Ngo's own eyes to close now and then. He continued,
"I have started down this path, there is little where else for me to go. I do not know where and what I will become. I'm frightened truth be told. I can't remember compassion and care as well as I once did, when I was a youth.. When things seemed so innocent.. Damn... I .... Miss... Th....Ose Days. Strange a bit, yes? Night Kireou........."
He yawned widely and exhaled as he opened his eyes wider once more, but alas they soon closed again. Ngo felt he should have replied back to the kid the same phrase "Love you". But Ngo did not just yet until he knew more about him and who he was... But now.... He took the response as that of a youth who had suffered a lot of trauma. Too much for someone or anyone for that matter in one night.
Ngo's eyes closed as his frame broke growing more lax, his head drifting to the side... Ngo rested finally, his mind exhausted, to many thoughts to count running through his head.
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
The scent of ginger, garlic, thai chili and sesame oil wafted down the stairwell. The soft sounds of the early morning of the city filled the room, muffled by the window which was tightly sealed. The shades blocked most of the rays of light, the sun proof shades keeping the room dark. Ngo slowly stirred and he moved closer to Kireou out of instinct, he dozed back off once more. His chin rests against the crown of Kireou's head and his right arm hung over Kireou. Suddenly there came a loud yell,
"Okiru!!!!!! Okiru!!!!!!"
A few loud bangs came from the top of the stairwell and Ngo rolled his eyes and pulled up the pillow from the other side of the bed. Ngo put it over his head and covered it and growled. She would stop in a few moments, Mrs. Linh often liked her petty torments. Ngo waited wit his head covered until the thump and loud calling subsided. Ngo rolled his eyes once more and tossed off the pillow. He then let his eyes fall on the sleeping Kireou. Ngo smiled a moment and he refused to move, having by instinct curled closer to him. Ngo even went as far as to cradle the head of Kireou, laying him back on the bed softly.
Ngo then looked to the hip of the injured young man and examined the stitches. Ngo slowly pulls back the loose bandage and looks down to the wound. Soon Ngo hears Mrs. Lihn singing.
-This song is heard faintly from the upstairs along with the smell of frying fish, steam and other rich and savory smells.
Ngo then looked to the two full bowls of soup and half full tea pot still on the floor and shook his head. But he smiled and seemed to be in better spirits this morning.
Ngo saw that the wound had taken the sutures and Kireou was healing nicely, or as well as could be expected. Ngo rose up from the bed side slowly and headed into the restroom- to once more get some supplies to clean the wound. Ngo was taking good care of Kireou and the thought never crossed his mind that he did not do this all the time- come to think about it he never really had. From the sink in the bathroom came hot water and Ngo fetched a small wash rag. Ngo examined his face in the mirror and made several faces as he stretched out the facial muscle from atrophy. Ngo wet the hot rag and hummed along with the song Mrs. Linh sang from above the basement. The neon lit clock on the wall read 7:30 am, early for Ngo, the restaurant would be open soon. Ngo, winced as he moved the rag under the scolding hot water and wet the rag, he then at the tip of the rag applied a little bit of soap. He made the rag with hotter water because he knew it would have cooled down to much before he got to Kireou's side. The other bandages and cleaning solution rested by the bed side.. Ngo would shower himself after he quietly and silently cared for Kireou.
Kireou's form shifted about from the absence of the other that was there, he felt around in his sleep with his hand blindly searching for a form that was miles away. He caught up a pillow and pulled it close, hugging it tightly with a deep breath and sigh. The scent was not of home, not... of his little brother.
He pondered for a moment, his sleep state fighting to make sense of his surroundings without more external input. He took in another deep breath and his eyes began to flutter open. It was an unfamiliar, but not unpleasant one he couldn't quite grasp. And then he saw the wound in his side, the bandages... and he wasn't wearing a shirt.
He always wore a shirt, always kept his body covered from prying eyes. A moment of panic as he thought about Harou, but knew his brother would be taken care of... He felt guilty, but he had never been more content in his short life. He wanted to soak up as much of this, situation, as he could not knowing if he would ever have the opportunity again.
The lithe frame of the fourteen year old slid from the bed, he stepped silently around the bowls of soup and wet clothing. His pants were uncomfortable and stained with blood from his wound down the side. His bare toes on the cold floor were silent, as he effortlessly slid across the room.
Kireou heard the running water and while Ngo was busy soaping up the rag he slipped in behind him, sliding his arms around Ngo's waist, and kissing the back of his shoulder blade as he hugged his own body closer. "Thank you..." was all he said in a soft tone.
He remained pressing his body against the larger man, relishing in the intimate contact. The thumb on his left hand gently caressed the area of Ngo's navel. With a long quiet yawn Xin placed his head on the back of Ngo's shoulder his cool cheek on the warm flesh.
Xin's eyes slid closed again while giving Ngo's waist a squeeze.
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Subject: Re: Ngo + Xin History. Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:47 am
"Y...You're...Welcome.."
Ngo looked over his shoulder as Kireou moved his arms around Ngo's waist. Ngo moved his free hand over Kireou's own. Ngo smiled, his head turned so he could look back to Kireou. Ngo then slowly turned his head back around and slowly moved his free hand from around Kireou's waist. Ngo continued to prepare the rag to clean Kireou's wound. Ngo then replied for the first time since the previous night in a voice much different, more sympathetic than before,
"How is your wound healing and how do you feel Kireou? I trust you rested well..."
Ngo's eyes shifted down to thefloor. His words soon fell silent and he went back to preparing the rag to clean the wound of Kireou. Ngo seemed embarassed but as he fixed the rag, he looked back up into the mirror. Ngo smirked slightly and then cut off the water. Ngo leaned over the edge of the sink and pushed back against Kireou. He pushed back Kireou just enough so he could turn around and extended the warm soapy rag to Kireou.
"Clean your wound, if it takes and the stitches still hold... You can then shower. I will get you some of my clothes to wear. Yes?"
Ngo appeared to be more silent than he had been the night before but he was still kind and caring. Ngo turned from Kireou and placed a hand on his shoulder, his hand sliding slowly from the Kireou's shoulder. Ngo told him where the towels were and that he was free to shower, if he wished and if the stitches were still holding. but he would need to clean the wound once more. Ngo exited the bathroom, his right hand moving to the back of his head. Ngo moved his arms around his waist and sat on the ledge of bed. He paused a moment and then leaned over picking up a cup of now chilled tea, which had grown stronger in taste. Ngo, leaned back on the bed and took a small sip from the cup. He looked over to Kireou oncemore and smiled before his eyes were drawn towards the television. The news was now on and Ngo leaned back, moving his right arm over his head. He sipped on the tea, he let Kireou do as he wished.
Subject: Re: Ngo + Xin History. Thu Apr 28, 2011 10:30 am
Xin's own hand covered Ngo's as it laid atop his other around Ngo's waist. He gently stroked the man's free arm while he prepared the rag. His fingers running up along the wrist and forearm tracing the little muscular indentations. He seemed to relish in this simple closeness and did not wish it to end.
"I think it's good.." He replied, not bothering to open his eyes as he kept his head resting on Ngo's back. He continued... "I feel alright, a little woozy... I'll be fine." He was indeed feeling a bit light headed but blamed that on the loss of blood more than anything else. He didn't not answer about how well he slept, truth be told he worried that if he said anything, this dream would disappear. He pressed one last kiss to Ngo's back before being shoved backward with the playful distancing.
He laughed and stumbled catching Ngo's waist, and waistband tugging them both as he regained his footing. He looked up to Ngo with a smile letting his arms fall to the sides, after accepting the rag. He looked, a little sad. As if he hoped Ngo was going to take care of him again.
He straightened up with the arm on his shoulder and nodded. "Yes. Thanks." He kept his words short, he wasn't sure how to gauge this reaction from Ngo... and he fumbled with is words a moment. "Every... everything alright Ngo-sama...?"
Xin's question may have fallen on deaf ears. It was so soft, and quietly asked while Ngo walked away. His eyes followed the man, concern apparent on his face.
He brought the rag down to his wound and gently began to clean it, wincing while he shifted his legs around. He was removing the rest of his clothing there, in the door way. While he held the rag tightly to his side. Xin had turned so that his back was to the other male, having seen him sit on the bed and apparently go about watching television there was no fear of exposing himself.
Xin moved to the shower and turned the water on, letting it warm up while he dabbed at the sutures. They had taken quite well, and were apparently going to seal up just fine... He winced and every now and then he hissed at the pain it brought him to wipe the wound clean.
Xin sighed, alone with his thoughts... He stepped into the shower and cursed loudly at the pain of the hot water irritating he wound... He bit his bottom lip grimacing in hopes that Ngo didn't hear. He didn't want to cause the man any more problems than he already had.
He was muttering to himself about how stupid his actions were, how he'd have to get back to Harou and make sure he came up with some good excuse. He wanted to stay here, he wanted to stay with Ngo. He knew his thoughts were selfish, and it caused him great turmoil.
The water cascading down his boney frame masked the tears in his eyes...
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Ngo looked over to the restroom as he heard the water cut on. Ngo smiled and then shook his head as he rubbed his forehead, the smile slowly faded and Ngo rose up. He slid from the bed, spotting nothing of interest on the morning news. Ngo moved to the near by wooden dresser and removed a nice outfit for Kireou, just a simple t-shirt, jeans, and corduroy jacket. The attire would suit Kireou well, plus make him look a bit older.
Ngo laid them out over the bed neatly- after tossing the comforter over the soiled pillow and sheets which would need to be washed. Ngo then as he laid down the last article of clothing, moved towards the rest room. Ngo braced himself in the doorway and leaned in looking to the shower area. The bathroom was super small and the thin white curtain should the silhouette of Kiroeu through it. Ngo had heard him wince and replied,
"Kireou, are you ok...."
Ngo moved into the restroom and moved closer to the shower, his hand pressing lightly against the curtain, his eyes moving to the floor,
"Did the stitches come undone?"
Ngo was worried about the youth and he had thought the worst bit was over, but Kireou did right by washing it. He needed to clean the outside completely, then Ngo would bandage him back up and clean the outer area once more with surgical grade soap.
Ngo went to slowly turn and moved back, pressing the small of his back to the sink as his arms folded. He was making sure Kireou responded and did not fall, since he had said he was light headed. Ngo still did not say anything, more but care was apparent in his voice
Xin had just finished putting the soap into his hair as Ngo's question alarmed him. He blinked looking around and grimaced as the suds dripped down into his eyes. "Gah.. son of a.." He muttered quietly as he hastily dove under the shower rinsing it away before it could burn too badly.
He stumbled slightly in the shower but regained his composure as he turned seeing just how visible Ngo was through the thin curtain, he hastily covered himself. He was blushing furiously and tried to manage some modesty but remembered that Ngo had already seen his wounds... and was so kind and caring.
He nodded slowly in response to the question. "Yeah, just.. the water makes it sting a lot..." he tried to sound less like a child when he mentioned it as though it were something about the weather that he found amusing.
The shadows and water along the thin curtain made him appear less bone like, perhaps filled his form out a bit more to something that he should look like. While the water trickled down over every wound and grove, he was very careful to not scrub the wounded area too hard.
He reached out, seeing the hand on the curtain and placed his own there, lightly pressing against the hand. He wasn't used to being worried about, not by someone older or anyone that could care for him. He made a grab as if to... offer Ngo to join him but stopped... and went about finishing up.
A final rinse and he reached outward for the towel he sat by the sink. His hand bumped into Ngo's arm and he grabbed it to steady himself. His foot slid on the slippery floor and he, like every cliche moment ever, fell into Ngo's arms. He gasped and his hand shot down to the wound.
He looked down and sighed in relief, the stitches had not torn. He looked up at ngo and gave a soft laugh as his pressed his frail, soaked form against him. "Hi..." He blushed tilting his head upwards, his hand lingering on your abdomen...
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Ngo caught Kireou and almost fell in the process. Ngo braced himself though and his strong form held that of Kireou. Ngo supported the youth and allowed him to catch his footing. Ngo felt the form of Kireou against him and reached out grasping the towel for the youth. Ngo allowed Kireou to hold on to him as Ngo's arms branched out. Ngo placed the towel over the shoulders of Kireou and pulled the towel up to the base of his neck.
Ngo smiled to Kireou and replied clearing his throat,
"You must be careful. You will end up places you may not like...."
Ngo then replied as he pushed away Kireou gently and knelt down in front of him from the right side. Ngo kept his eyes above Kireou's hip, checking to make sure the stitches had not split in his fall. A little blood seeped from wound but nothing warranting much attention.
Ngo then tilted his head slightly and looked up to Kireou and replied,
"As I said be careful... Please..."
Ngo then rose up and then looked away promptly, biting his tongue as it overlapped his lower lip. Ngo chuckled and moved away though not outside of an arms length from Kireou and tossed him a spare towel and replied,
"After you get..."
Ngo covered his brow taking a quick peek at Kireou instinctively,
"Dressed, we will bandage you up... Get you some food... Get you what you need for your brother... Exchange numbers.... And I will show you the streets..."
Ngo's face was slightly red and he leaned back against the wall of the restroom, his hand slowly lowering and his head rising.
Kireou chuckled softly as he felt the towel being placed upon his shoulder. He was grateful to the strong man for not having made a joke at his expense. He was after all suffering from blood loss, and dietary inefficiencies. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly his breath warm upon Ngo's chest.
Kireou's eyes were a little glazed over, and his mouth suddenly very dry as he tried to speak. Instead he settled for nodding slowly in response to Ngo's question. His fingers moving to grasp the towel as he was delicately pushed backward.
He watched Ngo curiously as the man addressed his wound carefully. He winced seeing the small amount of blood and wiped it away delicately with the very edge of the towel he already had. His eyes sliding unfocused as he appeared lost in thought...
He snapped to as Ngo moved away, his arms seemed like lead but still twitched in a movement to draw him in. They all but failed, and just took the other towel. He dried himself off, turning around as he did so as to hide his shame, but exposed more of his wounds on his back.
He felt so stupid.. He didn't want to offend Ngo, and here he was acting like a child... He nodded wrapping the towel tightly around his waist and dried his hair with the other, letting it drape over his shoulder when he was finished while approaching Ngo.
"Thank you... I ..." He couldn't speak, he just let his eyes fall to the floor between the two of them and he moved away towards the bedroom readying himself for the bandaging.
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Subject: Re: Ngo + Xin History. Fri Apr 29, 2011 5:53 am
Ngo then smiled and replied moving the clothes he had prepared Kireou to the opposing side.
Ngo moved over to Kireou and sat down on the edge of the bed. Ngo looked away and replied,
"Is there anything in particular you need? Any place you need to go, besides to see your brother?"
Ngo leaned back on the bed and smiled as he put a large amaount of the iodine soap on the extra towel and began to clean the area around the wound. He was careful and his body pivoted to fit to better work over the small area. Ngo dabbed gingerly along the hip of Kireou and looked up to him with a smile. Ngo then looked away even more lightly dabbed the top of the wound. The iodine solution would burn but a lot less than it had in the past. The wound had been properly cleaned and had been tended to well.
Ngo covered the area around the wound about 1/2 inch outside of the sutures. This was meant to kill any bacteria that was around the wound still.
The lightly tanned skin soon grew orange and glimmered with a copper tint as the solution began to dry. The area had been cleansed properly and Ngo lowered the bottle of betedine soap. Ngo placed the bottle down on the floor and looked up to Kireou and replied,
"The streets, you need to learn where to go and where not to go before you... Come around these parts again. Yeah?"
Ngo then smiled and removed a package of gauze and some surgical tape. Ngo split the package and removed the guaze and laid it over the wound. He then proceeded to tape down the edges of the pad as he replied,
"This is so it can get a little bit of air.... You want to keep it fairly dry... Otherwise you risk infection.. Ok?"
Ngo looks the wound over and then smiles up to Kireou,
"And we would not want that..."
Ngo lightly patted Kireou on the stomach and looked down to him with a smile.
"... You let me know, what we need to do.. Your brother will be alright for now."
Kireou leaned back careful not to dislodge his towel but made sure that the wound was well within easy reach. Exposed and ready for cleaning he shifted his wait so that he was more pliable, ready for the bandages.
"No, I just... I need to get home and make sure he's alright. His condition is pretty unpredictable." Kireou grimaced as the soap was applied cleaning the area well around it. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the careful ministrations that Ngo was using. He was tender and softer today than he had imagined when Kireou first met him. His breath was sharp through his teeth as the stinging recommenced from the iodine soap but soon he settled back as the bandages were applied.
His hands lightly falling atop Ngo's as he helped hold the gauze in place. He nodded slowly his throat was still a bit dry, and his complexion pale. But it was obvious through Ngo's care that he was doing much better than he would be if left to his own devices.
"The streets.. yeah. I'm .. I'm new to this, I would appreciate it." He let his eyes linger on the bandage admiring just how well of a job Ngo had done. Knowing that it would be secure with the surgical tape he relaxed a bit, leaning backward on the bed his arms holding up his torso. For the first time in a while, he hadn't thought about his scars.
"No.. can't risk infection... You've been so helpful." He smiled up to Ngo and gave a nod of understanding. He paused reaching over for the clothes on the side of the bed, shifting a bit as moved to start getting dressed...
He paused while his head was cradled and he couldn't help himself, he reached up and quickly kissed Ngo's lips. Short but sweet, he pressed his lips to the others before pulling away for anything more intimate. He blushed a deep crimson, before turning away and ashamed, he hastily threw on the shirt that was provided. "Sorry...I ...Thank you... He will be fine. I should.. be going. I can walk... I don't want to keep you. If you're busy I mean..."
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Subject: Re: Ngo + Xin History. Mon May 02, 2011 7:25 pm
Ngo sat there shocked a moment but he did not turn away Kireou. Ngo did not jerk his head back either, but he did not pursue. A soft smile came across Ngo's lips as he looked to Kireou and lowered his head. Ngo placed his right hand on the middle of Kireou's back and helped him pull the shirt down over his frail form.
Ngo listened to him and nodded with a smile as he replied,
"I m not to busy, not for a friend...."
Ngo looked down and reach grasping the trousers for Kireou. Ngo chuckled and rubbed the back of Kireou's neck and shifts back on his backside and replies to Kireou,
"You are pretty tough, Xin.... You are a fighter, despite the soft side... You have a strong jaw.. I'll walk with you and show you where to go and where not to... At least that much, after I get you some more food. Perhaps some for your brother as well.... He sounds like he might need it.. Someone else may one day as well."
Ngo smiled and rubbed the small of Kireou's back and placed the other clothing in his lap. Ngo then rose up from the bed and took a few steps forward, moving his arms around his torso. He was a bit cold and the goose bumps showed he was along his shoulders. Ngo also had not showered yet and would need to. Ngo began to undress, as he headed towards the restroom,
He voice echoed,
"Do not leave, I am just showering. I will not be long..... Hey if you can manage... Will you look in the closet on your left and get me out a few clothes? If not do not worry about it..."
Ngo smacked himself in the forehead wondering what he was thinking and he turns and peeks out from behind the paper screen,
"Nevermind, Kireou... Just do not go anywhere.. I am going to introduce you to a few people... Who know people like us and then show you where to go... "
Ngo's collarbone and his hipbone were revealed as well as his leg as he leaned against the screen. Ngo smiled and then tilted up his head and pointed to the TV,
"Feel free to watch anything you want.... Ok?"
Ngo bit his upper lip and smiled, Ngo seemed to enjoy the company of the youth. He was still young himself. Ngo's arm then went lax and sank back to his side, he chuckled and soon the sound of running water was heard.
Subject: Re: Ngo + Xin History. Wed May 04, 2011 5:28 pm
Xin's cheeks were still slightly flushed from his embarrassing kiss. He couldn't seem to look Ngo in the eyes as he was helped too get dressed. Xin could not help smiling at the friend comment and repeated the word aloud. Though his grin faltered a bit, he was not quite sure how safe this relationship would be... And it scared him just how hard it was to think about returning to his normal existence...
"You've... done so much Ngo-sama. I really should go. I just..." He sighed and nodded, he couldn't be rude. He ran his fingers back through the damp hair making it elegantly disheveled until it dried. "I .. would like that. If you would show me, then I wouldn't be a bother. And not have to take up your time." He seemed to be trying to distance himself, the fear in his voice apparent though he tried to mask it in sincerity.
"Harou will be fine, I always make sure he is taken care of so there is no need to worry there. Thank you for the offer though." Another dismissal, this time even he winced. He was not at all trying to sound rude but he wanted to come off as strong as you thought he was. The words, fighter and strong jaw echoing in his mind.
Xin drifted off in though, only to find himself pulling back to reality as Ngo's voice echoed from afar. "Yeah, sure. Okay." He said quietly, he moved to the closet and opened the door. Glancing at all the clothes he seemed to try and pick out what he thought Ngo would like the best to wear. And what matched his tough guy persona.
Looking down at the ran soaked jacket from last night he wondered if it had dried sufficiently enough and hung it up over a heat duct to warm the leather. Folding up the clothes neatly, he searched from some socks, and undergarments for Ngo. As well as taking a pair of socks for himself.
He was busy gathering these things when Ngo stuck his head out and he looked up nodding in assurance that he would stay, and he didn't mind at all. Though television was never his choice of activities, as he didn't quite seem to have any time for meaningless activities...
Xin was quick and silent in his movements, bringing each article of clothing to the bathroom for Ngo to change in piece. He felt he had done enough to disturb the man that had been so helpful, he might as well give him some privacy.
Sliding out of the room, he turned his head back either to catch a peek or to just take an admiring look at his rescuer... Either way, the glance was short and he was back at the bed. He picked up his blood and rain sodden clothed and took them to the kitchen sink. Wringing them out as best he could before folding them, and tucking them into his side bag.
Xin slid on his shoes and sighed watching his sock clad toes wriggle through the holes on the top. He would have to get new ones soon. But he didn't let himself dwell on this. He was ready to go, and listening to the water running. His eyes flitted to the door...
But he couldn't, it was not right... it wouldn't be fair. And Ngo had offered to teach him the ways of the trade. He slid over, and began to watch the television. He was still exhausted from the night's activities and was almost dozing off yet again.
Ngo Tien Doan
Posts : 100 Join date : 2011-04-09 Age : 35 Location : Vietnam/Japan
Subject: Re: Ngo + Xin History. Sat May 07, 2011 5:12 pm
Ngo soon emerged and appeared to be wearing his newly selected clothing. Ngo smiled and watched Kireou from the bathroom door. He softly and quietly made his way over to the bed side where Kireou was dozing. He leans in and caressed Xin's cheek and lightly taps it in a tender manner as he replies,
"Well, we should go perhaps.... But first.... We will get your brother some food and what he needs. While I show you the area's you can go about and the ones you do not."
Ngo smiled a genuine smile, though his eyes lowered to the ground. His damp hair still clinging to his face. Ngo looked younger with the way his hair hung down in his face. Ngo looked up finally and took in the form of Kireou.
"I'm glad you stayed.... And do not think you were ever a bother, Xin. You are fine and welcome to stay... Your brother is lucky to have someone who cares for him the way you feel for him."
Ngo moved over to Kireou and placed his hand on the youths shoulder and moves it up to the back of his neck. Ngo gently squeezes the back of Kireou's neck and allows his hand to trail up through his hair.
Ngo, looked over to a near by bag in the corner. The bag was blue and black- it had a few supply items and a few gadgets (iPod, phone charger, labtop etc). Ngo moved from Kireou and slowly leaned over picking up the bag.
Ngo made sure he had all his items and checked his bag as he finished with,
"Anything you need to take care of? Are you feeling ok, Kireou?"
Subject: Re: Ngo + Xin History. Sun May 08, 2011 10:41 am
Xin was roused from his gentle slumber by the tap to his cheek, he shook his head slowly from side to side casting off his drowsy feeling. He lifted his hands upward, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes and nodded slowly while gazing up to Ngo.
"We should go, and... Harou would like that. I would like that.." His gaze fell downward as he stood up preparing to leave. He was already dressed and had his bag repacked and ready to go on his shoulder. He cast a furtive glance around Ngo's apartment.
Xin rest his head back against the hand upon his neck, his eyes closed slowly at the feeling of being able to relax so easily... "I..." he stammered, he wanted to stay but knew that was not his place. He must take care of his brother not out of obligation but out of love and concern. "I know, and I care for you greatly Ngo. If you ever need anything as well. Please... don't" He swallowed a moment clearing his thoughts. "Please don't hesitate to find me. Not out of repayment, but because I do want to help you as you help me."
He nodded the affirmative watching as Ngo made sure he had everything packed up as well. "I'm ready when you are." He moved toward the door, ready to follow Ngo, and begin his day of learning. He seemed to be doing much better. Though he still lacked proper color, and was malnourished, he was happier than he had been in a long while.
Tue Apr 26, 2011 6:29 pm