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Where do we Draw the Lines?	By : AxelAsh Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aoba tried to sleep but really he found it difficult. Even before Mink had joined him in bed, but now it was almost impossible. He was so used to cuddling with Sei when he slept. And even with that massive man sleeping with his back to him, he couldn't help but feel more alone then ever.

He held tightly onto the sheets in his bed, biting his lip before hiding his face in the pillow, trying to prevent the tears from flowing again. He really did cry too much.

“You cry a lot.”

Aoba felt a pang hit him as he heard the gruff voice next to him speak, full of sleep.

“...H-How did you know I was awake?” he whispered, slowly rolling over to face the others back.

“You shake when you get ready to cry. I can feel it in the bed.”

“I'm sorry...” he whispered. Mink sighed, muscles relaxing as he rolled over to face the boy and brought him close to him. Aoba's eyes went wide as he was pressed against that well tones chest, his cheeks turning red. “W-Wha--!!”

“You're lonely right? Or would you prefer I not?”

Aoba said nothing as he eventually relaxed into the others hold, resting his head on the others chest now. He felt Mink playing with a few strands of his hair and it was oddly comforting. He sighed, relaxing more in the others hold.

Mink rolled onto his back, letting the boy rest into his side and Aoba felt a tad embarrassed. But soon it subsided and he found himself falling asleep, embraced by the cent of cinnamon and the warmth of the other.

When he awoke, Mink was gone and he was alone. A small note was waiting for him on Mink's side of the bed.

'Had to go to work, be back at dinner time, Mizuki will take you clothes shopping.

Pick out something nice.

-M'

Aoba hummed, looking up and around.

“But...who the hell is--” he stopped as the door made a knocking sound, looking up as it opened. “Ah you're finally awake.”

The man who walked into the room was tan, a lot like Mink, with a nice red hair color, but it really looked more purple then anything. His clothing was terribly fashion forward with a punk style but also showed he had tattoo's on him.

“Are you...Mizuki?” Aoba asked. The green eyed man blinked then nodded with a grin.

“D'aw, the big guy told you my name I'm flattered!” he said happily, moving closer to Aoba.

“While I admire the whole “freshly fucked bedroom chic” look you're going for it isn't really appropriate all the time.”

His entire face turned red. “We didn't fuck or anything!”

Mizuki blinked. “Really? Well isn't that something. Don't worry, we'll find you some nice clothes to wear. For the time being, you can borrow something of mine. It'll be a bit big but not big enough to where you'll be swimming.”

As he said this, he placed some clothes on the bed for Aoba to wear.

“I'll wait in the hall for you.” and with that, he turned around and walked out the door. Aoba sighed, looking at the clothing. “Might as well....”

After a few moments, he entered into the hallway. Wearing a gray t shirt, with tight black jeans. Mizuki let him borrow a pair of black vans he owned, but they were too big.

“It's...kinda big.”

“Yes, but it also looks good on you.” Mizuki said with a grin. “Come on. Mink said to help you pick out some nice things. And I've got some idea's for what you'd look good in.” Aoba took a deep breath, following behind Mizuki now as they headed for the door.

Mizuki drove a deep orange jaguar, opening the door for Aoba. “After you, princess.” Aoba gave him a glare. Of course Mizuki thought nothing of it.

“I see why he picked you now. You've got that spunk he likes.” and with that, Mizuki pulled out of the driveway and they were off.

“Where are we going?” he asked, looking to Mizuki with wide and innocent eyes. Mizuki kept his look to the road as they drove. “Relax. We're just going into town to get you some clothes and some lunch.”

Aoba looked to his lap, nibbling his lower lip.

“So tell me about yourself. Mink didn't go into many details other then he got you from the slave trade. But he doesn't go for things like that.”

Aoba looked up now. “He said he bought me...because I let someone else buy my brother when they couldn't take us both.”

Mizuki let out an “aaaah” sound in understanding.

“He's got a loyalty to family thing. So you really impressed him by doing that.”

Aoba nodded.

“I don't...know anything about him either.”

“Ah I see. Well my brother is a little on the strange side.”

“Your brother!?” he shouted, looking shocked. Though it did make a bit of sense. He could see the small resemblance now.

“Well we're half brothers. He's older by about 10 years or so. He let me move in when my mother passed.” They stopped as they pulled into the parking lot of the store.

“Enough of that. Let's go get you some clothes to make my brother weak willed.” he grinned.

Aoba followed as Mizuki lead him into the store, keeping a hand on his arm. It was way too fancy inside this store, a chandelier was hanging from the ceiling for Christ sake.

Aoba felt out of place in this fancy world.

“M-Mizuki I dunno about this. C-Can't you just...pick stuff out for me...?” he whispered. He honestly just wanted to go back home at this point.

Mizuki pet Aoba's head as he talked to a saleswoman. “Relax Aoba. It's not that big of a deal.”

Aoba was a very simple boy who liked simple things. This was all just...too much for him.

Mizuki lead Aoba to a section of clothing that would fit him and simply told him to pick things that would make him happy. Mizuki was nice. Super friendly, super welcoming and kinda talkative.

Honestly, Aoba had no idea how Mizuki and Mink where even related. He took a deep breath, pulling things off the racks and looking them over. At one point, Mizuki had to coax Aoba to even pick things out at all.

Of course, it soon came out why.

“I...I can't afford any of this.” he'd whispered to Mizuki out of ear shot from the other shoppers and the employee's. Mizuki blinked, finding it somewhat endearing to see Aoba look so embarrassed.

Gently, he put a hand on Aoba's shoulder. “Aoba...this is a gift. I was told to bring you to get some things. Please don't worry about it.”

“But it's so expensive...” he whispered.

“I don't think it is...” he muttered, looking at a price tag. “I mean...It's only 85. “

“That's so expensive!” he exclaimed, causing a few people to look at him. He looked back at his feet, blushing. Mizuki sighed, turning the boy and leading him to pick out other things besides t shirt and pants.

By the end of the trip, they walked out with almost a thousand dollars worth of items. Aoba wouldn't let them get anymore then that.

In order to spare Aoba anymore feelings of discomfort, he took him to a simple coffee shop. Mizuki and Aoba sat across from each other, simply enjoying the others company.

“How old are you, Aoba?”

“I-I'm 18...”

Mizuki hummed, sipping his coffee. “18...so you'd be going to college soon, right?”

He nodded.

“If you could, what would you like to study?”

“I...I'm not sure really.”

“You should consider it.” Mizuki reassured him but Aoba looked back to the lid of his cup.

“W-Would Mink even let me? He'd be paying for it and he's already spent too much on me...” he said, trailing off in a whisper.

Mizuki hummed, watching the bluenette while he sipped more of his coffee. This kid really didn't ask for much. And now he saw why his older brother probably would like him more as time went on.

“Ya know...” Mizuki began, putting his coffee back down onto the table, reaching over and putting his hand over Aoba's. The younger looked up at the other, feeling a sense of comfort as Mizuki held his hands and smiled warmly.

“My brother isn't this heartless monster you seem to have built up in your head. You can ask for things from him, rely on him without having to worry about what you'll owe later. You can be happy. You deserve that with the things you've probably been through.”

Aoba's eyes were wide as Mizuki spoke to him, holding his cup a little tighter. He couldn't help but feel the smile tug at the corners of his lips. “I...I guess you might be right...” he whispered.

“It might take time but trust me Aoba. And if he treat you bad well...” he leaned closer to him, kissing the tip of his nose. “I'll kidnap you myself and run away with you.”

And there that red face returned. “M-Mizuki jeez!” He blurted out, using one hand to cover his nose and mouth out of embarrassment now. Mizuki grinned a cat like grin with a laugh.

“Ah so cute Aoba!”

“Shut up I'm not cute damn it!”

“Yes you are~”

It was around this time, Mizuki began pinching Aoba's face. “You're far too cute!”

“Stop it!”

“Why are you making a scene in public?”

They both looked to see a young blonde with piercings walking up to them. 'He looks like a punk.' Aoba thought to himself before looking to Mizuki as he let go of his cheeks.

“Ah! If it isn't my best customer, Noiz!”

“Customer?” Aoba tilted his head, curious. What did Mizuki even do?

“Ah, I run a tattoo and piercing parlor a few blocks from here. Actually, it's one of the reasons I'm here right now is cause we're meeting someone.”

“Are we meeting—No you're not meeting me.” Noiz cut Aoba off, earning a sharp glare.

Noiz rolled his eyes. “You're not intimidating.”

“Excuse you you brat!?”

“I said...” Noiz moved closer, leaning in as he spoke and Aoba could feel the blonde voice on his skin.

“You. Don't. Scare. Me.”
Aoba glared at him harder.

“Ah, Noiz, please be nice. Aoba's my brothers....” Aoba looked to Mizuki, silently praying he wouldn't outwardly say what his relation to Mink was.

“...friend.” Aoba sighed internally, returning to his drink.

“Friend?” Noiz raised a brow.

“Yeah! Friend!”

“You mean fuck buddy, right?”

Aoba choked on his drink.

“Ah, Aoba are you alright?” Mizuki fussed, reaching over to make sure he was fine as Noiz sat with them. Aoba nodded.

“I-I'm fine.” he sputtered.

“We're meeting someone?” Mizuki nodded. “Yep! They should be here soon so don't worry too much. The redhead looked up as the bell of the shop rang and smiled. “Ah, right on time.”

Aoba looked up and over his shoulder in time to see a very familiar figure walking through the door and to the line.

Aoba sighed and looked at his lap.

“What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy to see him after our chat.” Aoba looked up at Mizuki and he smiled. “Don't worry, it's nothing really. Just...thought it'd be someone else is all. “

Mizuki hummed, giving a skeptical look but let it drop. “If you say so...”

Noiz raised a brow at the two, simply scanning his phone every now and then.

“Well, I have to get to work. Noiz, you wanna come with?” The blonde nodded. “Hn.” was all that was said as he pushed his chair in.

“You're leaving?”

“Yeah. That shop doesn't run itself.” Mizuki grinned at him, hands in his pockets. “Gotta make the money somehow.”

“But...I thought you guys were—Mink is rich. I, however, am not.” Mizuki ruffled Aoba's hair then hummed. “I know a guy who could trim your hair. It's got some dead and split ends on it.” Aoba shook his head.

“Suit yourself.”

“I happen to like his hair long.” A deep voice added in, and Mizuki grinned at Mink as he finally joined the group at the tail end.

“I'm SURE you do.” Noiz snickered, smirking at the man as he headed for the door.

Mink glared at the back of Noiz's head. “Lil shit...” he muttered, taking a swig of his own drink. He looked to Aoba, motioning with his head to the door. “Grab your things, let's go.” Aoba nodded, quickly grabbing the bags under the table and darting off to catch up with Mink.

Aoba was surprised to see that Mink drove himself around without a driver. His car was a sleek, black jeep and Aoba even needed help getting in. Really, a car that needed a step to get in? Was he over compensating for something?

'You'd know if you'd fuck him last night.'

Woah! Where did that thought come from!? Aoba blushed at the idea and remembered how intimate they had started being last night. His cheeks red.

“Are you going to be red in the face everytime we're alone together?”

His head darted up when he looked to Mink, holding his shopping bags tightly to his chest. He shook his head. “N-No...”

“Are you sure? Because you were like that yesterday too.” Mink snorted, keeping his eyes on the road still.

They stayed quiet for awhile, Aoba looking out the window while Mink focused on driving.

“Did you have a nice time with Mizuki?”

“I did. He's very nice.” He looked up. “He told me...you're brothers. Is that one factor why you bought me?”

“It did briefly cross my mind. If we were in that situation, I probably would have done the same thing.”

Aoba smiled as he looked back to his lap. Somehow, maybe he and Mink could get along. He also believed he had made a friend in Mizuki as well.

“Um...Mink?”

“Hn?”

“Did you...find out about Sei? Is he ok?”

“...” Mink remained quiet, and Aoba had this sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was he ok? Did those two do something to him?

“Mink?”

The man in question didn't say anything else. “It'll be awhile before you get to see him. I couldn't do much.”

“O-Oh...”

Crushed.
Defeated.
Devastated.

And a whole bunch of other words were filling Aoba's entire body. He wanted to cry, and he felt those tears building. That stuck, burning feeling in his throat as if something was lodged there. He held his breath for awhile, trying not to let I be seen how upset he was.

He hid his face in one of the bags, pretending to be asleep now but Mink knew better.

They remained in silence for the rest of the drive back to Mink's home.
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