“You’re back early, dear.” Mura’s mother stated.

“It was a half day… I forgot to tell you.” he said, heading upstairs to his room.

“Alright, sweetie. Are you hungry?”

He shuddered. The vision of Sai licking his wet lips entered his mind.

“I’m not feeling well at all.” he said as he shut his door.

As he heard his mom walk back into the kitchen he calmed down a bit. He went to the foot end of his bed and kneeled on the floor, holding his stomach. No matter how hard he tried to feel sick, he couldn’t deny the fact that he had never felt anything as satisfying than what just happened. Yet, it made him so frustrated that he enjoyed it that much. As many other times before, his confusion forced him to go to sleep; each time hoping to wake up without any problems at all.

He woke up a little after midnight. However, he woke up with the same problem he had going to sleep. The problem even proceeded to bother him during his dream. As did Saiku. Invading his dreams more than ever. He walked down the stairs quietly. He didn’t want to wake up his mom. He didn’t really want to deal with anybody at the moment. But at the same time he did and this is what pissed him off the most.

Don’t think. Don’t think.

He went in the fridge and a pre-prepared meal sat right in front. He smiled warmly as he grabbed it, unwrapped it, and put it in the microwave. He silently thanked his mother. The timer dinged and he took the now warm plate out and sat it down on the kitchen table. His mind started to wander again.

I said don’t think!

Before he knew it, he was reaching into his pocket for his small cell phone and found himself dialing that number.

Yes, that number.

“Hullo?” a drowsy voice answered.

“I… need to see you.” Mura breathed nervously.

There was silence on the other end. He wanted to just hang up. This was a stupid idea.

“Of course. You can come right over.” Saiku said on the other side.

Mura hung up without responding. He picked up his jacket and left quickly.

What am I getting myself into?