Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2008 20:46:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kino Servin <kino.servin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Quince Blues: Part two. [in the gay/highschool section]

Legal Crap: For whatever reason, if you shouldn't be reading this, then
don't.

WARNING: No sex, but some graphic descriptions.

Part Two:


	Sleeping that night felt very weird. Daniel--his lips, his breath,
the smell of his skin that made me feel safe--it was all jumbled in my
head. The lion in my pants desired attention, but I felt like jacking off,
thinking about Daniel, would feel awkward. I sat up, and my head rested in
my hands, as I thought. I can't tell anyone: period. If Melissa found
out...the quince would be ruined. Her main chambalan was corrupted--at
least, that's how her parents would feel--
	This was generating a swivel-like sensation in my stomach, and I
laid back down, and gave a large sigh. My eyes slowly closed, and I drifted
into sleep...

	I was at Melissa's aunt's house once more. No one was around, and
the gray overcast was in the sky. The air contained a hint of fear--the
sense was making the back of my neck feel tingly.
	I walked slowly towards the van that was parked outside--the place
where the kiss was shared. I could feel my heartbeat increasing in speed
and force--it was sure to just jump out of my damn chest. I gulped, took a
deep breath...and opened the van door.
	A horror met my eyes: there, on the seats, were two blood-soaked
bodies--Daniel's and mine. The injuries on my body were different than his:
I contained very deep, very long cuts along my wrists and neck, whilst
Daniel's body was mutilated: his whole penis and scrotum had been ripped
off, and his eyes had been gauged out...
	What kind of monster would've done this?  Why?

	My eyes popped open, and my mother was standing right next to my
bed.
	"NANDAIO?" she asked/screamed in Japanese.
	"Mom, I'm fine...just a nightmare." I replied, closing my eyes
tightly, as the image was still in my head.
	"Genki desu ka?"
	"Hai." I replied in Japanese. Switching between three languages is
NOT easy. My father speaks Spanish, and my mother speaks Japanese. While
they both speak English as well, they prefer their native tongues.
	"Okay...because you were screaming, Kino...what was going on in
your dream?"
	"I..." I didn't want to tell her the truth.  "...I can't remember."
	Her eyes scrutinized me intensely, then she went back to the
kitchen.
	I didn't live with both parents. They had divorced when I was one
or two, and my father took care of me until I was fifteen, and then I went
to live with Mom, so I could have more space--as my father lived with his
parents.
	I went to the bathroom, and splashed my face with water--trying to
think, "What did my dream mean?"
	It was pretty apparent--I was afraid, and my fear created a
terrible outcome in my head. I couldn't, and I wouldn't let it get to my
head. I dried my face and ate breakfast cereal.
 	My day passed without anything exciting. I tried stimulating myself
by playing a video game, but nothing would do. TV was so bland, so I
decided to just gaze outside, watching the trees sway in the gentle tickle
of the afternoon gust.
	Mom left to work, which meant I was home alone--my little brother
was at a friend's house. I called a couple of friends, but in the boredom
of summer, none of us had much to talk about. Finally, while watching LOGO,
I received a phone call.
	"Hello?" I answered.
	"...Uh, hi. Can I speak with Kino, please?" a tentative yet deep
voice said. It was Daniel.
	"This is him. Daniel, how'd you get my number?!" I asked. When I
said his name, Daniel gasped.
	"Uh--I got it...from Melissa's phone..." he trailed off. "You can
tell it's me?"
	"I know how your voice sounds, whether or not you try to change
it." I said, as my voice contained a hint of contempt. "But that doesn't
matter. What's up?" my heartbeat increased--hearing his voice made me feel
nervous.
	"...Eh...well...I just wanted to talk about yesterday..."
	"What about yesterday?" I said.
	"Uhm...are you mad with me?"
	"No," I sighed. "I'm just really...tense after yesterday. Nothing
ever happened like that before." he made a soft sigh of relief.
	"Have you slept with a guy?" he asked. This question brought back
some unpleasant memories...
	"Uh...to be honest, yes, I have." I thought before I spoke. "But
with the situation given, it wasn't...right." I was sounding pretty
redundant.
	"What does that mean?" he piped up.
	"Nothing...don't worry about it."
	Another sigh on the other side.
	"Anyways, I just want to let you know that I..." he started.
	"That you...?"
	"I really...like you, Kino. And...although you may not believe me,
I want to be with you." he finished.
	I was touched: this straight jock of a guy was falling for a gay
average Joe. The tone in his voice, and the weight that his words carried
told me that he was totally serious.
	I couldn't believe it.
	"And...I called to ask...can we meet up at the beach? I feel like
talking, face-to-face."
	This brought an awkward silence. I knew, that my primeval urges
would want to take over, and that would lead to something I wasn't looking
for. Could I control myself?
	"You know what? I think I can come. Meet me at the sundial. I'll be
there in fifteen minutes." I finally said.
	"Okay. See you in a little bit." he hung up. I changed, and grabbed
my keys, and my pocketknife, and ran out the door.
	Anticipation had replaced apprehension, and I knew it was because
of Daniel.



Translations: (This time in Japanese.)

[NANDAIO?!] ="What the hell?!"

[Genki desu ka?]="Are you okay?"

[Hai.]="Yes."

Notes:

I finished this chapter rather fast, and I hope to get the others done this
fast as well. If you're looking for a sex scene, don't expect one for
awhile. Considering the speed of which I finished this chapter, I got
obsessed with the video game Metal Gear Solid. It's killing my time, and
I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up failing at least one class because of
the damn game. If I don't post another chapter in awhile, blame Hideo
Kojima (the director) and his damn games.

I really do know all three languages: English, Spanish, and Japanese. =D

I was born in Kyoto, Japan, and raised in Colima, Mexico. My Spanish is
more dominant than my Japanese.

The feedback was great. If you e-mailed me, I really appreciate it. I'm
pretty open to suggestions pertaining to the story plot, so just let me
know at kino.servin@yahoo.com.