I didn't get much training done after that and I didn't completely know why. I didn't know if it was because Rantaro had gotten me thinking about Walkyia or the fact that it was so quite without Walkyia that a minute felt like a decade. I sat there looking out at the sunset that mixed with the many colors of orange, yellow, purple, and red and I couldn't help but wonder if he was watching it to. His lips lightly parted as he leaned his cheek into his palm and his cheeks flushed as the cold night air blew through his pajamas even though he stayed far away from the window. I always found it funny that he was scared of heights even though his room was on the second floor and had a balcony but it was always locked up and never used. The only time that I can remember we used it was a long time ago, that was the place that he admitted his feelings for me more or less. He more screamed them at me and played it off the best he could, but that didn't work out as best as he planned naturally.

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That was over a year ago though and by now he probably didn't even remember it himself, but I did. Oh, but I always will remember those first few moments that I saw something other than the bitter mask that he put on to please everyone but himself. We had been friends for what felt like years because it seemed that we both knew each other inside and out while being able to keep our relationship interesting. I figured out what he liked and didn't like while he did everything in his power to impress me with his skills, money, food, and I accepted most of his fine charity. That was the one thing he didn't take lightly because I knew that when he put time into something than he usually had a reason why he did so. I couldn't see a reason why he chose me instead of the other rich kids that he was around during the long summer months when he went to camps to learn to be a snooty ass. Most people would hang out with Walkyia because he was rich but he decided to hang out with me because I was poor.

That being the case I still didn't use him to make more money for my family and everything he ever gave me I swore I would pay back someday. He would give a small smile before messing up my hair like he always did whenever he was trying to be friendly towards me, "Don't worry about it. If you really want to pay me back then just keep coming over and I will call it even," he would say and I would let it drop. I did just as he requested. Every spare moment I had seemed to go towards him even when I was sick or tired or both at the same time I was still usually at his house. Every time that I walked through the doors he seemed surprised to see me again, but he never complained. Spending so much time together it was only natural that me and him grew a little close, getting to know one another by freak accidents. He figured out about my fear of claustrophobia soon after I figured out about his small problem with heights because he couldn't even get on the step stool.

I guess Walkyia didn't really chose me to be his friend at all. It was me who decided to keep showing up so he could teach me something more and I would be able to talk to someone who would understand. Walkyia was trying to impress a long line of snooty family members who wanted near nothing to do with him because of his unfortunate birth. Me? Well I had to figure out a way to live my life while taking care of my whole family on a dead beat job because my father was always too busy working to really care. We both had an impossible mission that we were given the day the both of us could walk, the only difference was he was rich and I was near middle class. I wished now that I had better prepared myself for what was to come, but how was I supposed to know that my first kiss would also be what everything was between us at first, an accident or mistake. I guess it was mostly my mistake because I was the only who thought it would be a good idea to jump in front of Walkyia when he was scrambling for an exit.

I remembered that it was unusually hot that day in May, and the flowers had dried up leaving nothing but dried steams to rot into the ground. Not Walkyia's garden however, because Walkyia's plants were too good to die from something as small as a heat wave that was unseasonable this time of year. I wore my usual clothes because I had to go to work after an hour or so which meant that this visit would feel like five minutes before I had to leave again. Walkyia hated my job and asked me why I didn't just quit because he would give me money so I wouldn't have to work so hard all the damn time. I smiled, work was not only a way to make money but allowed me to get in my breaks from his way of life but I would shrug it off and tell him I like using my hands for messy jobs. There was a maid holding the door open even before I knocked, always the same old nanny that Walkyia's father continued to pay even though Walkyia clearly wasn't in need of her anymore. She was closest thing that Walkyia had to a mother so that was why he probably used his extra profits to keep her around.

Walkyia's room was on the second floor three doors down so he would be able to look out the window to see the garden. That was his favorite part of the house next to his training area that had been made just for him from some of the highest rank professionals. He trained everyday but every evening if he had time he would sit on the swing next to the fountain to read a book or to just sit there in the silence. It was amazing how you could be surrounded by so many people and feel so alone, and even more so by how you could have everything and still have nothing. I walked up the steps and tried to ignore that echo that followed each one because of how empty the house really was. Walkyia was an only child which meant that him and the staff lived here in completely different areas of the house, imagine living in a hall all by yourself every single day. I looked at the crystal vases that had been delicately placed on the small side tables that lined the hall in neat rows and each vase had their own flowers. The flowers were always fresh and never were the same flowers around when I came to visit again, and that was almost every day.

I slowly rose my hand to knock on Walkyia's door but stopped as I heard a sound, my cheeks heated up as I slowly turned the doorknob surprised to find it unlocked. The room was filled with light from the long windows that he white curtains couldn't cover and the canopy over his bed was laced with black lack and purple beads. I watched the sheets move slowly as Walkyia threw his head back with a deep blush on his cheeks as he hands ran down his collarbones. His nipples were budded and hard and his shirt had been unbutton so that they would be easier to play with and his palm rubbed hard against the front of his boxers. My face burned as I watched his blonde locks slowly fall around his shoulder as he rose his head up to moan out loud and gripped the sheets. "Oh, H-holy s-s-shit," I whispered to myself in a stutter but I couldn't take my eyes off of his long pale legs that shone underneath that thin sheet. "Ah! Hoji!," he yelled and gripped the sheet again while biting his lip so he could hold back another cry out.

My heart stopped, Me? Why me? Not that I was complaining- Wait! What I'm I saying! He is my best friend and here I am watching him masturbate and the worst part was I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. My eyes drifted from his lust filled eyes to his chest that heaved up and down with each pant that he allowed himself to fall victim to. He thought he was alone and by watching him I was dishonoring his trust that he had put in me because I was the one he chose. 'Yeah, apparently I was the one he chose' I thought but pulled back a little shocked at my own mind because I have never had thoughts like that my whole life. "P-please!," he cried out and I slowly looked at the red carpet trying to will myself to close the door but it was hard to do so for some reason. If any of you have ever had this problem then please tell me the solution because it is quite literally causing a small painful problem. I gave a small groan because even I was beginning to get uncomfortable watching him moan and bite his lip like that over something as simple as his fingers.

I slowly pulled the door closed and placed my forehead against the door as I tried to steady my racing heart but that was easier said than done. My mind was also racing as I thought about how this would affect our friendship and if there was something more beyond that, that Walkyia had seen before me. I couldn't just stop coming over because then Walkyia would want to know why and I would probably panic which would lead to me blurting out that I'm a pervert that watched him touch himself. Maybe I should just leave for today to wrap my thoughts on what happened that would surely be okay, I mean I only had an hour till work anyway. "Master Hoji?," I jumped as I heard my name and looked over my shoulder to see Clare smiling at me, the wrinkles around her eyes deepening. Her hair was black and her pale complexion made her blue eyes sparkle whenever she smiled or laughed, and naturally she was my favorite out of Walkyia's staff.

She had been there for a few years before Walkyia's father let her go for taking money out of Walkyia's account so she would be able to feed her three little boys. "Hoji would be just fine La Clare," I said with a smile before realizing just how strange I actually looked, I was on my knees in front of Walkyia's room with a deep blush on my cheeks. She gave a smile before looking at the door then back at me before giving a small smile once more, "How about a glass of water then Hoji?," she asked with a small smile. I had to accept because if I didn't I thought that I was going to die from the tightness in my chest and throat eventually. She lead me down to the dining room and I took my seat with a smile but the moment she walked into the kitchen I put my head down on the table to try and work out my thoughts. I guess it really came down to one question, do I like him back? I mean I liked him as a person and we have spent so much time together that any feelings I had I could be mistaking for friendship.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't think that he was pretty, but I would also be lying if I say I had fantasies about him. Where was the line where friendship and love begin and end? I never really thought about ever trying with him because he was way out of my league anyway, I mean who wants to date a mechanic when you have a five hundred dollar allowance? I did care about him deeply and swore that I would never let him get hurt if I could help it, but then again there was the other issue of his ass of a father. I couldn't deny that I had feelings for Walkyia but I didn't know if they were just small puppy crushes that would go away in a week or so. I didn't know if it was what some people call 'true love' and the worse part was I didn't know if I wanted it to be so or not. I don't think that I could live like this. The nice house, millions, and beautiful wife I could live with but the media, press, snooty in laws, and the separation was another long story.

Maybe I could act like nothing had changed then that would solve all these problems and maybe more if I played my cards right at the least. "Here you go Hoji," I jumped a little as I jerked my head up to see Clare holding a wine glass that was full of water with a few ice cubes. I thanked her as I rose the glass to my lips and took a small drink, I was relieved to have something wet for my dry throat. Now only if that would cure my racing heart and confused thoughts because that would be also a great honor that I longed to have. "Now that that is settled, tell me what has been on your mind little one. You have been unusually quiet because by now you and Walkyia would be talking about who knows what and who knows where," she said while taking a seat and leaning into her palms while her apron was tied tight around her thin waist. I looked down at the ice that was in my glass and closed my eyes as I thought about what to say, Walkyia usually started the conversations so it was hard for me to hold my own sometimes.

"Just tired La Clare. I have another job after school, this would be my fourth and me and my family is still behind on a couple of the bills. That's all," I said in a listless tone before taking another small drink so I could avoid her deep blue eyes that seemed to swallow me whole. She fixed her purple uniform skirt and looked at me again before crossing her arms and her French accent made her groan sound more like hiss. "That's all? What about Master Walkyia? That doesn't tell me why you two are ignoring one another," she said and took I another drink before opening my mouth to speak but stopped as I heard footsteps and rose my head to see Walkyia walk through the doors. His hair was damp and up in a ponytail but that wasn't so unusual because he did that every time he took a shower to avoid tangling his hair. A couple of black bobby pins kept the hair out of his eyes while he messed with the extra ponytail on his wrist that he always had just in case.

He wore a long sleeve purple shirt that hung loosely off of his right shoulder to show his pale skin, but that probably had something to do with the fact he wasn't very outdoorsy. He wore a pair of stretchy grey pants that ended in the middle of his calves that looked soft to the touch but I was much too distracted by his pale skin to notice. He wore a pair of think framed dark purple glasses that hugged his face as he walked into the dining room with a little newly found color to his cheeks. I felt my heart skip a beat as he continued to look down at his phone, he didn't even notice that I was here or he would have never allowed himself to look so human. His eyes sparkled against the light on the screen and I stared with a deep pain in my chest as I watched him flip his hair off of his shoulder and looked up to see La Clare. "Hey, Clara could you go and prepare dinner for tonight? I am inviting a few people over and want to make sure that it is all ready to go for when they get here."

"As you wish Master Walkyia," she said before raising from her seat and my heart skipped a beat as his eyes slowly meant with mine and his cheeks heated up. Could he read my eyes? Does he know that I know about him and me? My heart raced with anticipation as he slowly walked over and took a seat not too far from mine but far enough that I wouldn't be able to read his eyes. His fingers messed nervously with his phone as I cleared my throat and was alarmed that it echoed so bad but soon the shock wore off. I could never forget that this house was almost completely empty except for staff and Walkyia. "I wish you would've told me that you were coming over early today and I would have put on something more... natural," he said with a small blush on his cheeks and I breathed a breath of relief because that meant that he didn't read my mind. I gave a small smile, "You look fine no matter what you wear Walkyia. You don't have to try-."

"I don't try for anyone!," he blurted out defensive and I gave a sigh because I knew that if I said anything else that would end in a fight between the two of us. He put his phone down before reaching back to undo the ponytail, his hair fell around his shoulders and he slowly put it together like he would do on an average day. It scared me a little bit that he didn't have to try, could he really be that attractive? Money, power, and a pretty face to match did have its perks I guess in this world. That would mean it was only a matter of time before someone that comes around takes my place in Walkyia's heart, I tensed. I didn't know exactly why but the thought made me so mad that I felt like I could take down anyone who stood in my way. "I will only be able to stay for half an hour or so before I have to leave for work again," I said and he looked up for a moment in shock but he didn't argue with me he understood that I had to do this for my family. Well more or less he understood that I couldn't sit in one place for too long because he was the same way.

"Do you need a ride there?," he asked and I shook my head and he gave a small sigh before standing up so he could head to his room and I followed without much complaint. Each step we took there my heart beat raced a little more and as we stood in front of the door all I saw was his blushed cheeks and eyes full of lust. I shook my head, I had to stop thinking about that now or things would just get worse from this point on. "Walkyia," I whispered and he looked over my shoulder as he opened the door and my heart stopped as I looked at the nicely made bed that had fresh sheets and the room smelled like his favorite glad candle. I gulped as he walked in and took a seat on the bed and I stood in front of it looking at the red walls that reminded me of blood. "Are you going to come in or just let all the air conditioning out?," he asked while tilting his head and I slowly took a step in and was even slower closing the door behind me because I felt so awkward.

Walkyia looked at me funny but didn't comment on my strange behavior while I sat on the floor on the other end of the room instead of my spot on the bed next to him. I stopped as I saw a small handle on his window and reached out to turn the knob and was shocked to find that it was more or less a door that opened up onto one of those Victorian balconies. The floor was made of white tile while the fencing was carved out of thick marble and it had once been nice but now it was crumbled in some areas. It took my breath away by how it went over the whole garden, you could see the whole city from up here I swore. "Hoji what are you doing!?," Walkyia shouted from inside and I looked over my shoulder as I gripped the fencing and noticed that his eyes shown with fear as much so as concern. "The view is incredible Walkyia, Why haven't you shown me this before?," I asked as I looked back at the thick shrubs and the rose bushes that had been freshly water and shone from the droplets.

"Because I never use it. Now get back in here so we can talk!," he shouted again and I slowly looked over my shoulder at him and rose a hand towards him. His eyes shone with fear as he looked at my determined gaze and my hand that was begging to touch his pale skin against mine. "Do you trust me?," I asked in a kind tone and he looked up in shock before holding his breath and slowly rose his hand with trembling fingers. My heart stopped as I felt his hand against mine and I intertwined our fingers so I could lightly pull him onto the balcony while he closed his eyes. "I won't let anything happen to you Walkyia," I said as I lead him to the railing and wrapped my arm around him so he would be steady and laid my chin on his shoulder. "You're going to be fine Walkyia, I promise," I said as he allowed himself to open his eyes a little and he pulled back as he saw the ledge and I held him tight trying to calm him down. "Walkyia! It's okay! I got-!."

"Hoji let me go you asshole!," he yelled and turned around sharply and I opened my mouth to yell back but stopped as I fell back and he came down with me. His hands were on my shoulders, his knees at both sides of my waist, and his lips were firm against mine as my cheeks heated up. His eyes were firmly closed as I ran my hands up to his waist so I could hold him close, he was so warm against me and his lips were soft. He didn't pull back or fight and for a moment he must've forgotten that we were up high on the balcony because he felt completely calm. I loved it when he felt like that, his body relaxed and his hands lacing themselves around my neck against the hard tile. "Walkyia I-," I said as he pulled away and looked into my eyes before standing up and ran inside without another word. I slowly sat up before raising to my feet and looked inside to see him by the doors looking at me with fear in his eyes but also a light glisten that I could only describe as love.

"Hoji I can't hide this from you anymore!," he shouted with a blush on his cheeks and I had to admit that I thought it was cute to see him all flustered like this. "I... I like you okay! I mean more than just a friend! I've felt like this for some time and now... Why did you have to go and kiss me!? I could have you arrested for sexual harassment!," he threatened and I stood there holding back a laugh because he sounded so ridiculous but I wasn't going to be the one to tell him that so... all is far in love and war. I slowly walked towards him and he stood there with a defiant look in his eye like he was ready to fight me right then and there and win. He always did have that confidence that I was convinced was going to get him killed someday. I slowly rose my hand and placed my fingertips on his cheek and his eyes softened as he tilted his head so I could run my fingertips down his cheek bones and lightly traced his neck. So pale, prim, and prefect every single crack about him was that way and I felt the need to have all of it for myself.

"I like you to Walkyia," I whispered and lightly grabbed his chin with my finger and brought his lips to mine. Ever since that day me and him were together in secret from everyone accept for each other and once I was convinced that was all we would ever need. Me and him with a little bit of love.