Peter Kirkland
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 17, 2010 12:47:12 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} A small giggle escaped from the blonde's lips when he saw that it seemed Kumajirou had forgotten they were even going for a walk. "Such a forgetful bear..." He thought fondly to himself. He was so excited about it, but he still forgot. Luckily, he was there to remind him! He smiled as he stood up and was at his side. That was one person down, one person to go.
Now to just wait for Francis. But he worried that he wasn't going to come with them, since he saw him stand up and move to leave. He was disappointed, and would be sad if he didn't come with him, but that was okay. He wasn't going to force him to, if he didn't want to. He just thought it'd be nice to spend time with the both of them together. There was nothing much different about it from the other times they three of them had spent time together, after all.
Matthew gave a soft nod, his lips pouting, and was about to withdraw his hand and just go until he heard the older blonde accept his offer after all. "Okay!" He continued to hold out his hand, letting him take it. And then Kumajirou grabbed onto his other hand, too. It felt so nice to be holding hands with someone; two people at once was even better! The boy beamed happily about it and his cheeks became rosy again.
It just felt so perfect like this. He was a little afraid to admit that, but there was nothing wrong with this, he thought. Holding hands with the two people he cared about the most. It was something he never thought he would be able to do. But it was such a wonderful experience, now that he was. He squeezed both of their hands a little tighter, not yet wanting to let go any time soon. "Yeah! Let's go!" He exclaimed, in his soft enthusiastic voice as they left the house behind for the outdoors instead.
Now that the morning was starting to end, things were starting to become more lively. All the animals were awake and starting their day. The sun was high in the sky already, which made it just a bit hot, at the moment, despite the gentle breeze blowing of cool air from the north. Matthew was just glad he had not worn a usual hoodie today as he might have, or else he would have been burning up right now.
And speaking of burning up, he noticed that his cheeks had not stopped feeling hot for a while now. Not ever since he had taken Francis's and Kumajirou's hands, at least. He was still holding onto them and found no discomfort from doing so. They were bounded so close together. If someone else were standing this close to him, the boy would have been feeling very uncomfortable right now. But because it was the two of them, he didn't mind at all. He liked it this way and preferred it.
He couldn't move an inch without slightly bumping into one of them; and that's just how he liked it. Matthew nodded in agreement with Francis. Today was a very nice day. And then he agreed with Kumajirou, that the weather was pleasant. He felt really glad for the male that he got to experience such things as a human now. Feeling it for the first time must have been so wonderful. "I'm happy that things are like this..." He whispered softly, only intending for it to be to himself, but somehow his voice was faster than his mind to just keep it a secret to himself.
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't see what was coming, as both of the males at his sides leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The boy's eyes shot open again with surprise, and the blush darkened to a deep color and rapidly started to spread across the rest of his face. "Uwa-wa-wa..." Matthew was struck speechless. A kiss... from both of them? It was something he expected Francis to do, for, well, being Francis. But Kumajirou, too? Maybe he had been learning some things from him that he was not aware of until now.
He didn't know what to say. It was sort of embarrassing, from never having something like that happen before. He was always called cute, but in a different way. Not like in the loving way that had just happened. He looked up at the both of them, taking turns, then looked back down at his feet. His mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out. No voice. No words. Just the rapid beating of his heart in his chest. Finally, after a few moments, the shortest blonde had stopped walking, but did not let go of either of their hands. He still had his head down.
"T... Thank you..." He finally managed to say, almost quiet enough to be drowned out by the sound of the wind. He said it with gratitude from the very bottom of his heart. For being shown such kindness by the both of them. It still surprised him, even now. Matthew tried to hide the soft sniffling noises to just himself. He wasn't crying, but his glasses did feel a little wet.
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Post by Italy on Jul 17, 2010 19:38:27 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} Watching as Canada hung his head, France slowly began to worry what it was that was wrong. Kumajirou did too, and they leaned over to try and lift his hung head.
Then, Kuma heard him sniffle a bit, and started to worry instantly. Was he crying? Oh, was the kiss on the cheek too rash, or did he hurt him? He became frantic, and knelt down so that he was able to be eye-level with his crying master.
"M-matty?" he asked, nudging his chin with the top of his head so that the blonde was forced to lift his head. When he did, Kuma noticed that his glasses looked like they had been dripped on. He whimpered in more worry.
He tried to think of something that could cheer him up, trying to think of a way to get that smile back on his face. Then, suddenly, he instantly thought of a way to, hopefully, make his sadness go away.
He gently hugged Matthew's waist, and pulled him close. When he did, he was close enough for the sneaky bear to peck his lips with his own.
Francis stood in surprise, his mouth agape and quivering slightly. True, him and Kuma were at even ground now, but that was something he didn't expect. He was kissing Matthew now? There had to be a logical explanation for it, and not just have some dumb excuse. But, when he looked closer at his kin's face, he noticed slight tears in his eyes.
He felt a soft pain in his chest, and started feeling guilty. Why would he be crying--
Oh, he suddenly got the reason why. As a child, Matthew was given all the tender love and care Francis could provide, and took the gentlest care of the boy. But, as he became independent and broke off to be his own, he only had Kumajirou to keep him company.
No one pays attention to him, love isn't delivered on a daily basis like it should, even his stuffed bear, when he was still a stuffed bear, hardly remembered who it was that carried him around every minute of the day.
But, it was nice now to see Kumajirou taking past mistakes into note as he made it up to his master now, who he seemed to be far more fond of. The kiss on the lips was probably his way of showing Matthew not to be upset, when the small boy wasn't even upset from the start.
True tender love and care.
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The kiss wasn't deep or long. Just a simple touch of the lips, and Kuma immediately pulled himself away from the contact. The warmth was intoxicating, and he desperately wanted another kiss. Another deeper kiss wouldn't be too bad either.
But, he looked back into Matthew's eyes instead, and noticed something. He didn't seem upset at all, and that was a good sign. But, it was as if he wasn't upset before the kiss as well, and it started making him feel a little dumb.
If he wasn't crying in a bad way, then what could he have been crying about? He thought... oh, the kisses on the cheek!!
He began thinking on the same lines as France did just moments ago, but was suddenly feeling guilty. For his whole life, he hardly wanted anything to do with his Canadian master when it came to remembering the small, but meaningful, things... like when his birthday was, what kind of icecream he liked...
His name.
But, things felt different now, and he wanted to keep his small, blonde friend happy. He would keep a smile on his face, no matter what. He swore it.
"Matty..." he repeated, taking his finger and rubbing the tear gently from his face. "Please don't scare me like that, crying. We love you, and to make you happy is what we're here for, okay?" His eyes kept a lock on the purple orbs across from them. "You're such a cute master, and cute masters don't deserve to have tears in their eyes."
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Post by Italy on Jul 17, 2010 19:40:17 GMT -5
((I'm so sorry the replies are short... they look longer when you're typing them >.>
This pesky Writer's block is a pain in the arse too... TT^TT Again, I'm really really sorry))
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Peter Kirkland
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 18, 2010 2:03:20 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} A guilty feeling started to sink in the pit of his stomach when he heard Kumajirou's worried voice. It hadn't changed much since turning into a human than it was like before. He knew that he was wondering what was wrong; they probably both were. Matthew just shook his head a little and turned the other way, but was forced to look up when underneath his chin was nudge by the head of the white haired male.
He looked up a little, still avoiding both of their gazes. He didn't want to see him like this. He didn't like crying in front of people, even the two of them. It made him look so weak. Even more weak than he looked. It was never a good idea to show such tears to anyone. But he was now, and he couldn't stop. It had been a long time since he cried. So long, in fact, that he was sure that his tears had dried up so long ago.
"I thought... I had gotten over being sad about being lonely, but... I guess not." He said softly to himself. He could hear Kumajirou whimpering sadly, confused and worried, which just made him feel even worse. He wanted to hug him and cry into his shoulder, but didn't. There were a lot of times he wanted to do that when he was still a polar bear, but never did. They didn't have a very close relationship before.
When he was still young, it was better. But as he grew up, it just sort of fell apart. Matthew never questioned why it happened. He just accepted it. Everyone grew apart from him as he grew up. Even Francis. All of the people he knew drifted ever so further away from him each day. Even Arthur couldn't recognize who he was without someone telling him first. And he was the person who had first brought him up. But that might not have been his own fault, of course.
Apparently he and his brother looked a lot alike, though neither of the brothers actually thought that, so it was easy to mistake him. But then why wasn't Alfred ever mistaken for him? He didn't have any answers, and that just frustrated him even more. And now was when the blonde realized he had been rambling on and on to himself, leaving the two in complete silence to worry over him.
He didn't like for people to be worried or concerned just over someone like him. "It's not worth the effort." He told himself. He shook his head once more, but it was at this time that he felt something wrap around his waist. It surprised him for a second, making him gasp and his tears halt. The next thing he knew, Kumajirou was leaning up and had pressed his lips against his own in a kiss. Realizing that he was being kissed made Matthew's heart screech to a halt from its rapid beating.
It had really surprised him so much. He knew that the male was sad for him, but he didn't think he'd do something like this to get him to stop crying. But it worked. The tears that were in his eyes were the last ones to form. And all of a sudden, the urge to cry had ceased. The sadness was starting to fade away from his heart and mind a little at a time. Just a few second quick kiss was enough to change him. He didn't need much at all, really. Just a little love and he would be satisfied.
Of course, he wanted more. But he was selfish, and was always grateful for what he had. Never greedy. By just doing this much for him, both Kumajirou and Francis were already spoiling him so much. When the kiss had ended, the blonde lifted his head all the way again. He still wore the same look of surprise on his face. His lips felt warm from even the slightest of contact. The same warmth could be felt in his heart. Something he had never experienced before. No.
He had experienced this same warmth before, but it was never like this. This time, it was better. Somehow. He didn't know how, but it was. And slowly but surely, a look of quiet content returned to the small blonde's face. His smile was faint, but there. Everything was better now. Just like that. He turned to look at Kumajirou. "I'm sorry, Kuma..." He apologized, sounding just a bit embarrassed at his break down now. "I didn't mean to scare you... The both of you. I just..."
He shook his head and smiled a little more. "No, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm just so happy that I can be like this with the both of you." He then looked up at Francis. He also looked worried, but relieved now that things were okay again. "I'm sorry, Francis. I know you always tell me not to cry, that it shows my weakness... But I still do. It's a habit I just can't seem to grow out of, eh?" He gave a pitiful laugh to himself. He only let it sink in for a few moments before he took both of their hands again, Matthew now being the one to lead them as they continued on their walk down the street.
"The park is just around the corner. Can we go? Just for a little while?" The smile on his face was happy now; no longer any trace of sadness on it or in his heart. He wanted to have fun with the two of them. He would be wasting such precious time if he was crying. He didn't want to do that. The blonde let out a soft, happy giggle as he began pulling the both of them just a little bit faster now. He didn't want to hurt them, but he just felt so excited in getting to the park to play.
[It's okay! No need to apologize! It always happens in the worst of times, I know. I tried to help a little with adding the go to the park idea, so hopefully that will help you a little. I would have thought of something better, but I am so tired right now. I wanted to reply just once more before I headed off to bed...]
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Post by Italy on Jul 19, 2010 11:47:54 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} Kuma smiled when he felt his hand being embraced by the blonde once again, and Francis smiled too when it came to his turn to hold Matthew's hand again.
"Don't be sorry Matthew," Francis replied, patting his head tenderly with his free hand. "Crying is a normal part of life. I just like to see you happy more then seeing tears in those beautiful eyes." He bagan walking with the boy, noticing now that he was being pulled a little harder by the excited Matthew.
The bear boy laughed and happily went faster as Matthew did. He was so cute this way, seeing him so full of life and being energetic. It was much better then seeing the poor boy upset and crying.
"The park?!" Kuma squeaked with glee, nodding happily and letting his master guide him toward the playground just down the block.
They approached closer, and the bear boy was getting very antsy and excited. He wanted to run and play with Matthew, and them getting there was taking an eternityyy. So, when Kuma could see it in his range of view, he scooped up his purple-eyed friend for the second time today, sat him on his shoulders, and dashed off, making sure to keep a strong hold on the boy.
Luckily, before Matthew was plucked from the ground, Francis had seen the mischevious twinkle in his eye, and had released his grip on the younger boy's hand, thus helping prevent any pain on Matthew's part. He watched as they ran down the sidewalk, chuckling when he heard the Canadian boy squeak and gasp in surprise. They're so cute, he thought. He loved seeing Matthew so happy, so cared for. He liked seeing the smile on his face, and the joy in his eyes.
It was way too cute, he thought again, the warm smile plastered to his cheeks.
~~ When Kumajirou sprinted full-speed to the park, they had made it within moments of the run. He pulled Matthew from his shoulders slowly, and laughed when he stumbled a bit on the mulch beneath them.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "But you said 'The Park', and I couldn't help myself. I love it here, and it'll be awesome to be able to experience playing in my human body for the first time," he bent over and hugged his master tightly. "...with you<3"
He really meant it. This whole time, ever since he stood naked on his front doorstep, Kumajirou was thankful to have Matthew be here for him to do all these human things with him. He was pretty thankful to have Francis too, but, it was his tiny master who he preferred, and was happy to have, by his side. Since he was there for him in the fur, it was heart-warming to know he will be by him in the flesh now.
The Frenchman had made it to the park when Kuma and Matthew had made their way to the swings. He sat down on a bench close by, and watched the white-haired Kuma push his little Canadian blonde gently. There were tons of pretty mothers scattered all around the park, watching their sons and daughters play on the equipment. In other situations, Francis would be having loads of fun just watching them, and possibly asking them if they were single, and would love to have a drink with them tonight.
But, today, he was more interested in watching his little Matthew have fun with that smile painted on his perfect pale cheeks. That warm, lit-up smile that he hadn't seen since he was a baby made his chest and stomach flutter happily with emotion so pure. Sure, he was a perverted, sexually-savage chick magnet. But, right now, he wanted to be someone close to his little Matthew, like Kumajirou is.
He wanted to be someone important to Matthew now.
((Thank you soooo much! That park idea sparked tons of cute ideas, and hopefully I'll be able to put most of them in my next post~
YAAAY<3 *glomp*))
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Peter Kirkland
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 19, 2010 14:17:15 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} The walk to get to the park seemed to be taking even more than an eternity for the small blonde, who was walking at a brisk pace by now in an attempt to get there quicker. It was the fastest that he could walk just short of running with his short, but slender, legs. Matthew turned his head, pleased to hear Kumajirou's reaction about where they were going.
He wondered if he remembered it when they were both young. He used to come here with the polar bear when he was little, and when no one else was around. It was fun to go down the slide together and play in the sand box. It was probably his favorite thing to do. He always held such fond memories of the place, but it had been a while since he had gone back there to play. Until today, that is.
Turning around a corner, he could now see it just in the distance ahead of them. He could tell by seeing the distinct shape of the roof that was over the playscape, still colored a vivid red like he remembered. The Canadian's smile became as bright as the sun above them when he saw it. "Look! There it is!" He was still admiring it when he felt Francis suddenly let go of his hand.
It snapped him out of his trance, and he looked towards him, looking a bit hurt about why he had done so. But before he had the chance to ask, he felt himself being picked up by familiar warms around his waist. But unlike the last time he was picked up, he wasn't held like a teddy bear, and was lifted to sit on Kumajirou's shoulders.
"Wa-wa-wa-!" Matthew's face blushed again. He quickly looked around him, now that he was so high up on the male's shoulders. He could see the park a bit more from this height. He placed his hands on top of his head again, holding onto him firmly but not being too tight to hurt him as he started running off, which caused the boy to make even more strangled gasps and squeaks of surprise.
"K-Kuma... Is this really okay...?" He asked softly; his voice probably wasn't even heard over the sound of wish rushing past their ears and the sound of feet pounding against the concrete sidewalk. He ran his hands through his hair a few times then glanced over his shoulder as Francis was quickly fading out of his sight. He offered a small smile as if to say that they would meet him there.
But at least being carried like this, they did get to the park much faster. The ride on his shoulders had been sort of fun, too. By the time Matthew was standing on his own two feet again, he looked a bit dazed, but happy. He enjoyed the embrace by Kumajirou and hugged him in return. He was happy to hear that. The way the male acted now was hardly any the same as the polar bear used to act towards him. But this change was for the better.
He was happy and lucky to be the special person the male wanted to experience new things with his new body with. Matthew never would have thought he'd ever hear himself being thankful for the kind of person he was. But today changed that. Maybe things would turn around for him. Even if Kumajirou didn't stay a human forever, or if Francis didn't visit him anymore as much, he would still be happy for the time shared today already. It was more than he could be happy with.
Now that they were at the park, the first thing the blonde really wanted to do was to get on the swings. It was his favorite thing, after all. They made their way over there and he picked a swing that was just the right lift off of the ground for him. But as he started to swing on his own, he hadn't been expecting for Kumajirou to push him. But he was happy that he was, and thanked him for it, as he enjoyed the sensation of going higher and higher and even higher than that with each push.
For the first time in a long time, Matthew's cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. He was laughing now; an innocent and sunshine filled laugh. The momentum from the swing made his stomach churn each time he went up to the air again. That moment of weightlessness for just a split second. Where he lifted up from his seat just a few inches and it felt like he was flying.
That's why he loved the swings so much. But he was never able to get this high when on his own. It just wasn't possible. He couldn't fly unless he had someone to help him first.
"...Kumajirou!" The blonde suddenly called out. He had managed to hold back his laughter for a just a moment to speak. "R-remember that one time when I tried to push you on the swing? I tried, but you didn't like being so high off the ground, even when it wasn't moving!" Matthew smiled again and couldn't help but giggle at the memory.
He hadn't thought about it until just now, so many years later. And he was feeling rather chatty at the moment, which was definitely an odd thing for him. "You kept clinging to my chest until I had to give up!" One his way back down to Earth, the blonde glanced over his shoulder to get a look at the face of the male that was pushing him, to see what he thought about that. It had happened such a long time ago, he wouldn't be upset if he didn't remember. At least one of them could remember.
He also saw Francis sitting on a bench nearby watching the both of them. He waved as he went back up into the blue sky, another laugh coming from him. Matthew kicked his legs back and forth and tightened his grip around the chains he was holding onto, just in case.
[Yay! Glad I could help! n//n I can't wait to see what you have planned! -also glomps-]
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Post by Italy on Jul 23, 2010 13:07:31 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} As Kumajirou pushed, he laughed and nodded with Matthew explaining everything to him. He did recall being too afraid to even sit on the swing, let alone have his tiny master push him any higher.
He watched Matthew go higher and higher, and felt a tingle in his chest when he saw his lit-up, warming expression. It was so radiant, the sun was nothing compared. It made his cheeks flush, and a smile grow wider on his pale lips.
"I remember, I remember," he replied, chuckling when his blonde friend looked back at him with concern. It didn't seem like a rude comment, so why would he have to be upset, or angry?
As he continued to push, the white-haired male didn't quite see the four shady-looking boys approaching him and his smaller, yet older, Canadian friend. Francis, however, had noticed them the moment their feet touched the playground mulch. They were up to no good, and the Frenchman could feel it. What business would they have with his little Matthew and Kumajirou? This wasn't good. He stood and headed over in their direction as well.
~~ By the time they had surrounded the two on the swings completely, Kumajirou had stopped the swing, and pulled Matthew from it, holding him close in the most protective way.
"Can I help you punks?" Kuma growled, feeling his Master's heartbeat against his body quicken in pace. He was scared... Kuma was too, but stayed strong for him.
"We's saw you's walkin' down this way, and thought we's could pay's ya a little visit. A "Welcome to our Park" sort of 'ting," a thug responded, ignoring the white-haired male's insult. Their grammar was atrocious, and they didn't seem like the cleanest people around either... "How about's we give you a little welcoming gift. C'mon boys!" Then, suddenly, the skinniest male came up behind Kumajirou, swinging his fist like a knife cutting the air around it. It caught the male off-guard, and was left with a sudden jolt of pain surging through his jaw. He grunted, but didn't move. He was like a statue-sound cage around Matthew. The last thing he wanted was for these bastards to get around his delicate Canadian.
From the outside, Francis had seen the punch make contact with Kumajirou, and it made him flinch with anger. Rage had finally consumed his conscious... how dare they hit Kuma like that, and when Kuma didn't even do a thing to them! These thoughts raced his mind, and the next thing he knew, he had two of the men on the ground, under his foot. He was panting, but it wasn't from loss of breath.
It was an adrenaline rush.
He looked over to see if the two boys were alright, and he was shocked at the gaze Matthew looked at him with... fear.
"How DARE you touch him like that! They didn't do a thing to you!" the French country barked and bellowed. "Préparez-vous à en subir les conséquences."
~~ About a moment or so later, France had thrashed the thugs this way and that, and beat every last breath out of them. They had scrambled and tried to fight back, leaving France with tattered ends on his clothes, claw-marks on his arms and back, and quite a few places where they had punched him, and will more then likely bruise later. Kumajirou had tried to help, but he only caused himself a black eye, scratch-ridden arms, and a kick on the gut.
Matthew, however, remained unharmed.
Kumajirou and Francis had succeeded in protecting their little angel. Though a little worse-for-wear, they were still extremely thankful. Things probably would have been hundreds of times more violent if any of them were to lay, even a finger, on Matthew.
"Y-you're.... you're okay, right Matty?" Kuma asked in a whisper near his ear. He was probably still in shock, and he was desperate to know if his master was okay.
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 23, 2010 18:29:54 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} It was true what they said. Time does fly when you're having fun. The blonde had lost all sense of time with each new push on his swing. He was laughing for so long, so hard, that it brought tears to his eyes even behind his glasses. This joyous feeling felt like it would last forever, and, in a bit of selfish nature, really wished and hoped that it would.
If things could just stay like this forever, he could be happy. Happy with Kumajirou and Francis together. Matthew closed his eyes as the tears gently rolled down his cheeks. If only he could be so lucky. But even his thoughts of bliss and happiness were interrupted soon after. He heard something behind him, but didn't think much about it until he felt his swing come to a sudden stop, and Kumajirou and pulled him off and away from it, instead holding him to his chest.
The Canadian felt himself start to blush, wondering why he was being so close all of a sudden like this, until he realized the reason why. He saw the four guys surrounding them. "W-where did they come from!?" The blonde looked frightened. He remained silent, just shaking in the male's arms at what they were going to do to them, or what they even came over here for in the first place. It seemed these punks were territorial, not to mention delusional, as they thought the park belonged to them for some strange reason.
Though the thought made the blonde burn with anger, he wasn't about to try and face up to them. He turned his gaze up at Kumajirou, silently begging with the look in his eyes for them to leave without saying anything, and everything would be fine. It made him sad to have to leave, but he'd rather have them all safe back at home instead. "P-please... Let's just..." Matthew started to say, but was cut off when he saw one of the guys make a punch at Kumajirou's face, and it landed.
"K-Kuma...!" He cried out, more tears coming to his eyes as he thought about the pain he must have felt from such a strong punch. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't just stand here and let these guys beat up his friend, but he had no chance of fighting them himself, either. He desperately looked around for a way out. Somehow to get away. And he soon found it when he spotted Francis walking over to them.
The next thing he knew, two of the guys were down for the count. Matthew had moved himself away to safety as punishment was brought on the group of guys for ruining their perfect day at the park. When it was finally over, the boy was too shocked to even move. Silent tears were spilling out of his violet eyes, and both of his hands were tightly clasped over the lower part of his face to obstruct his cries and whimpers.
He had not even the tiniest scratch or speck of dirt on him, while both Francis and Kumajirou had been beaten up badly during the fight. The blonde hated fighting and violence, but he knew that they had just fought back in self defense. He didn't hate them for protecting him. He just wish that none of this had happened in the first place. He turned his head slightly when Kumajirou came over to check on him.
He could see the damage he had sustained from the fight. His black eye, and scratches on his flawless body. "Kuma... jirou..." Matthew was barely keeping himself up with his own legs. They were shaking so much now; his own earthquake coming from his body. It pained him to see the injuries, thinking of the pain he must have been feeling right now. "I-I-I'm s-sorry..." His sobbing became harder, but was still silent.
He apologized to the both of them over and over again. "I-It's all m-my fault... I was t-t-the one who wanted t-to come here... If I wasn't so s-selfish... then this wouldn't have happened to the both of you!" It was all his fault. He knew that it was. If they had just stayed on their walk around the block, they never would have met up with those punks, and none of this would have happened.
Both of the people he loved so much: hurt. Because of him. The blonde turned his attention to Francis, seeing the horrible state of his clothes and body. "Je suis désolé... Vos vêtements ils sont ruinés... Je suis si désolé..." Why? Why was he the only one not hurt? It wasn't fair for the two of them to have been the only one to suffer while he was perfectly fine.
If only he could fight. If only he could stick up for himself. Then he wouldn't have to see the people he loved suffer. The only thing he could do was cry and watch, and then apologize. "You're both hurt... because of me... I can't... I can't stand that thought..." Matthew was very much angry with himself. He hated the weak and frail body he had for the first time in his life. He hated it so much.
[Wah! That was so unexpected! Poor Kuma and Francis! Also, I really fan boy'd over Francis's "Préparez-vous à en subir les conséquences." part. I could just imagine him having the sexiest scary face while saying that... >////<;]
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Post by Italy on Jul 23, 2010 20:34:36 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} He was hurt, Kumajirou could see it. But, not physically. On the outside, not a single scratch or mark. But, on the inside, he could see Matthew being torn apart by guilt. It just made him feel guilty as well... what would his little master need to be sorry for?
"Matty..." he whispered again, falling to his knees gently and taking him into a warm embrace. "We came to the park to be with you. It was what you wanted. Besides, we never would have suspected our time here to be ruined by some territory-hungry punks," he explained, holding him tight and feeling hot tears cover his shoulder. His heart cringed in response. "It was our instinct to protect you, mine and Francis's both, and that's what we did." The bear boy heard footsteps behind him, and smiled when he saw an affectionate hand pat Matthew on the head, and then crouch down to his level.
"Qui, Qui..." Francis whispered, pushing his face close to his Canadian's. "And don't you worry a thing about my clothes. These things can be easily replaced." His voice suddenly reached a soft, kinder pitch. "Mais vous ne pouvez pas être remplacé... that's why we stood up for you." He was able to sneak his hand underneath Matthew's chin, and pull his face up to meet his tender gaze. By now, they were so close, their foreheads leaned against one another. "I love you, Matthew, Je t'aime, and I'm just happy you're in one piece."
Kuma nodded in reply, and smiled reassuringly. "Right, right. And, don't think of your small body as a negative, think of it as a positive! You're never in need of any kind of physical help. You're such a peaceful boy, and wouldn't harm anyone. That's why you're so cute and tiny... you don't need to be big and strong. That's why you have us here!" A toothy smile graced his lips, and he was happy to discover that nothing was missing from his mouth, even after this violent tussle.
"These wounds are nothing more then juvenile scratches and bruises. They'll heal soon." He smiled warmly as well, matching the expression Kuma had on his face. "You're safe, though. That's all that matters." He stood up, Kumajirou following, and they snuggled Matthew close.
"Let's go home," they both said in soft unison.
~~ Back home, Kumajirou had wiped away all of Matthew's tears as he finished crying. It hurt to see him so sad. But, as they dried, it made him feel better and better.
"Ugh..." Francis whispered. "Matthew, Serait-il bien se passer si je prenais une douche?" He didn't want to ask in English. It would be too embarrassing.
However, Kumajirou wasn't even paying attention, for he was on his way into the bedroom, where he plopped down on the bed and nuzzled his missed pillows.
((Oh, thank you ^/////^
This French thing is fun~! Sorry if I go overboard with it >.> And, I also wanted to ask you another question.
Just recently, I got into the couple SuFin, and I LOOOOOOVE them together sosososo much<3 It's not become my favorite, right next to GerIta, and AmerixFrancexIggy.
And, I also noticed that your profile says you have a huuuuuuge crush on Berwald... would you care to do a SuFin after this rp? :3
Forgive me if I can't type the accent Berwald talks in, but I thought it might be super fun for the both of us))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 23, 2010 23:38:14 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} As soon as Kumajirou pulled him in close, the tears he had been holding back were finally let loose. He desperately clung onto the male that was just a bit shorter than himself now while on his knees and cried; letting out all the anguish he felt. Letting out the sadness and pain he had seen the both of them go through in front of him just moments ago. It was mentally scarring, to say the least. Something he would never forget.
Even though he listened to Kumajirou, knew that he was right when he said that they were just protecting him because they wanted to, he still felt so guilty. "If I... If I hadn't..." He tried to say, but his crying soon over took any chance of talking anymore. He was too upset even for words now. Drop by drop, tears dripped from the oval shaped edge of his glasses and fell on the white haired males shoulder.
He held himself close, in both an attempt to comfort him after getting into a fight, and himself at the same time. Kumajirou and Francis needed the most comfort right now, Matthew knew. They had fought, and gotten hurt, protecting him, and was now expected to comfort the crying blonde as well. It seemed so unfair to them both. He felt the older blonde's hand fall on top of his head. It instantly offered more comfort, but his tears would not stop yet.
Now he just felt worse that Francis was also coming over to cheer him up, too. "B-but..." He started to say again, but stopped, when he felt his head being lifted up and away from Kumajirou's shoulder to look at the Frenchman's instead. His own face was quite a sight; even though he had not been in the fight like the two of them, he still looked shaken up like he might have been. Glasses askew on his face and barely hanging on the very tip of his nose. His whole face was dripping wet with salty, hot tears. The violet color of his irises had dulled considerably in his unhappy state.
But even as he looked like this, Francis still found the way to say that he loved him. That he was irreplacable. And he knew that he meant it. By now, the Canadian had started crying less. The tears still came, but now they came few and far between, but at least he had calmed now. Matthew fixed his glasses back into the proper position on his face, but not before taking them off to wipe the lenses clean so that he would actually be able to see through them.
Just the tiniest of smiles appeared on his lips as he heard Kumajirou praising his small body. It was true that because of his nature, he was never in any trouble. He could talk his way out of any misunderstanding, and even though people didn't notice him a lot of the time, it wasn't negative attention in the least. All positive points because of the kind of boy he was.
When he said it like that, it made it seem like a blessing that he wasn't like his brother or anyone else. "I still wish... that I was strong enough to protect them, at least... I'm never letting something like this happen again." He nodded softly, feeling much better now. The sadness would remain for as long as their wounds were there, but it would fade as soon as they healed. It was just as Francis said. Everyone got hurt sometime. He should just be thankful that it was not anything worse. The wounds would heal, and they would leave nothing behind.
No scar, no indication that they were ever there to begin with. The same with his feelings of this day. He should remember it for the fun they had, while it lasted, not what happened after. He realized that now, and it was just a shame that it took him so long to. "...You're right. I'm sorry for making you worry about me." He enjoyed the embrace and the warmth from the both of them for a few moments; his smile growing ever the more visible. "Let's go home... I'm tired..."
Once they were back home, Matthew made his way to sit on the couch in the living room. He had stopped crying now thanks to Kumajirou, who had made it his job to wipe away the tears from his eyes until they eventually stopped. He was thankful for that. Crying so hard, for so long had left him with a aching headache. It wasn't anything too bad, but it did hurt. He just needed time to sit down and relax.
They were home safe now. That's what mattered. Kumajirou and Francis were hurt, but they were safe. He was thankful for that, as well. The blonde pulled his legs up to his chest, just sitting in silence in his own thoughts, when he heard Francis ask to take a shower. He nodded his head. A shower would be good to relax and clean up after a fight like that. He wanted to check on the status of their injuries, but would save that for later. It was a good thing that he had a first-aid kit, just in case something like this would happen.
"Il est bien. Disparaissent la tête. Dites-moi si vous avez besoin de n'importe quoi." He replied, giving the blonde a smile. Francis would know where the bathroom and everything he kept was already, since he had been over at his house so many times before, and nothing ever changed about it. While Kumajirou was upstairs, and Francis taking a shower, he made his way into the kitchen to get some headache medicine for himself. He thought about taking a nap, but knew that would just be wasting time.
There had been an unfortunate confrontation at the park today, but it wasn't the end. They didn't have to just call the day over and wait for the next. But Matthew was still reluctant to go outside. He was too scared to. But he didn't want the both of them to feel that they were confined to staying indoors just because of his own worry. "I want what they want, and they want what I want, it seems..." It was such a troubling idea, but it made him happy. Very, very happy. Things were fine there. There was nothing else to worry about.
[No, no! It's okay! Actually, I was worrying with my last reply if I was over using the French too much. o//o; But I like it! It's fine! And speaking of French, I had to cheat a little and use an online translator to check myself, and it ended up coming back not making any sense at all. Though I'm fairly confident that it's correct... So, just in case you try the same thing, Matthew said: "Its fine [to use the shower]. If you need anything, just tell me."
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-cries tears of joy and dies a happy boy-
I-I would l-love... LOVE... to do a SuFin r-roleplay with you... I just-! I mean-! I don't know how to-! I love them so much, too! I mean, they're just so cute together! And, I've always wanted to do a roleplay with them, but no one has ever been interested... until now! But I would love you, appreciate you, and worship you if you did a SuFin roleplay with me! Forever! I mean it! And don't worry about the accent. I know it's hard to understand. I think that's why people are reluctant to play him in the first place. But I would just like to do that kind of roleplay, if only just once!
Wah! Thank you so much! We haven't even started it yet, but I'm thanking you from the bottom of my heart just for suggesting it! You are the best! <3]
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Post by Italy on Jul 24, 2010 16:15:18 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} Making his way into the bathroom, he noticed that the only one he had in the house was, well... in his room! It was weird how that was set up, but it didn't seem to bother him much.
He opened the door and was a little taken back when he saw Kumajirou there. He was wondering where the bear-boy had run off to. He seemed to have nodded off into a nap, and he couldn't help but smile. Taking a closer look at him, he looked so peaceful, so relaxed, even though the scratches and bruises said otherwise. But, he also looked really really cute there, just minding his own business in a dream world he was somewhere far off in.
True, he was cute as a bear... but in the cuddly, 4-year-old sort of way. Now, he appealed to Francis for a number of deeper reasons. He smiled when the younger male began kicking his legs under the sheets. It seemed to be quite the dream~
So, as he walked by to head into the shower, he slowly patted the white mop of hair that lay snuggled into Matthew's pillow before disappearing behind the bathroom door. He just snuggled his hand subconsciously and smiled in his sleep, before continue to softly snore.
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As soon as France was gone, Kumajirou stayed asleep for another moment or so before waking up to a sudden chill in the air. He shivered and whimpered quietly. He wanted to take a nap, but he just wasn't comfortable...! He began to toss and turn, wanting so badly for sleep to overcome him once again. But, it didn't happen, and all he did was huff in frustration, and throw the sheets off to the side. But, when the sheets suddenly hit the empty side of the bed, something clicked in his head. There was no Matthew! Of course! For all his life, he has had Matthew by his side for naps, meals, and everything in between. So, of course that's why he couldn't fall back asleep! Sure, Matthew's pillow is a huge comfort, but it just isn't as good as the real thing in the other room. So, he climbed out of bed slowly, and shuffled his way slowly in to the kitchen.
Sure enough, there was Matthew sipping water as two pills slid down his throat. Did he have a headache? Now he felt slightly guilty. "Oh," he whispered, feeling as if his ears were still on the top of his head, and they were drooping. He softly scurried onto the tile floor, and made his way to his tiny master.
"Matty..." he whimpered helplessly, slowly snaking his arms around the blonde's waist. "I wanna take a nap, but I can't without you with me." Then, he suddenly scooped him up into his arms, and made his way back into the bedroom.
Upon making it back to the bed, Kuma was satisfied to feel that the place he was laying was still warm. So, he gently plopped Matthew down in the spot he was earlier, and dove into the mess of blankets on the other side. It was a struggle, but the bear-boy was able to make his way out of the jungle of linen, and find his way back to Matthew. Wrapping them both in his favorite blanket, he managed to fit his head on the same pillow as Matthew.
"I'm sorry I made you come in here with me," he whispered, his eyes heavy and drooping from sleepiness. "But, I just can't sleep without my Matthew by my side. I only wanna take a short nap to recharge, and then I'll let you go... oka....ay?" It was becoming difficult to talk, for he was beginning to yawn and doze off into his dream world once again. It was strange, in the coolest way, that he needed Matthew so close to him in order to sleep soundly. Otherwise, a simple nap would be a near-impossible task. He was so special to Kumajirou, and always will be.
He just wished he could express his love to Matthew more then what he was doing. . .
((o//////o A-aaaww! Thank you so much, and I appreciate all the love you're giving me<3
But, I'm not that great ^^;; To be honest, I just really want to keep you happy, and continue to roleplay with you as much as possible! You're beyond amazing, and it's so much fun to be able to do this~!!
I love Berwald and Tino together, and I can't wait to do that RP. In fact, we can go just a little while longer in this, since I have a steamy roleplay ready and thought of for this, and we can sort of cut this one short and go on to that one :3
I know how much you love that couple, and all I want is to keep you happy, my dear friend ^^ ))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 24, 2010 20:22:20 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} It took a while to find the headache medicine, but eventually Matthew found the small bottle tucked behind quite a few bottles of maple syrup that seemed to take up the majority of space in his cupboards. It had been a while since he had a headache this bad. He usually just got a slight one after spending the day with his brother, but it was something that a night of good sleep didn't fix up.
But this headache was from a combination of crying, stress, and trauma. He didn't want to make it seem like the event that happened was the worst thing that had happened in his life, since it wasn't. Not even close. It was just a shock to him that they both had gotten involved. Today was such an odd day; he wasn't sure if he could handle anything else that might happen today. But, the thought also made him excited and look forward to it.
Just as long as nothing bad happened to Francis and Kumajirou. He wouldn't be able to stand it if anything else happened to them. If they got even more hurt. Matthew fumbled around to get himself a glass of water while fumbling around in his own thoughts as well. If only he could let things go easily, but he was not the type of person to do so. He just wasn't. And not when it came to people he knew, and people he loved.
Call him a worrier, but that was what he was. And he just couldn't stop himself from doing it all the time. The blonde swallowed the pills with a small mouthful of water. He drank the rest of the water then placed the cup back. He had just finished when he heard a voice almost as soft as his own call out his name, then heard lazy shuffling across his kitchen floor. He turned his head to see a half asleep looking Kumajirou coming over to him.
Matthew smiled softly to himself at such an endearing sight. He looked so tired. So that's where he had went once they got back home. But, why was he up now? Hungry, maybe? It was past lunch time now. If he was hungry, then he could fix them all something for lunch. Even when he wasn't feeling his best, he still was going to provide for his friends and close ones. But it did surprise him to just hear the male say that he wanted to take a nap.
Although, the part about not being able to without him caught him off guard a little. "Oh... I'm sorry..." He started to say, but it was the only thing he had time to get out before he was picked up and being carried back upstairs without another word between them. Well, a nap did sound good right now. All his problems seemed to fade after a good nap or sleep. And, even if he wasn't really that tired and couldn't fall asleep, he could still stay in bed with Kumajirou so that he could. He didn't mind having to stay there for how long he was asleep. Anything to help him.
Once they were back in the bedroom, he was placed on a spot of the bed that seemed oddly warm for no one having been home in over an hour. But he knew it was just the spot where the male had layed until just recently to leave and retrieve him from downstairs. Matthew smiled softly and watched Kumajirou jump under the blankets and have the struggling around underneath them for a while to finally find his way out. He had also done the same thing when he was a polar bear.
The days when he would wake up before the little bear, and absentmindedly throw his blankets over him. And then he would have to find his way out of them. It was funny, though now that he thought about it, it might have been a little cruel of him to do so. The blonde frowned just a little, but he couldn't keep his sad face for long. Now he was snuggling against the male, under the blanket, both sharing the same pillow.
They were close, but it felt so normal like this, even with Kumajirou's new body. He just shook his head. "It's okay... We've been like this for so long, I know it must be hard not to sleep without me... I'm probably the same way." He could see his eyes drooping lower and lower. His voice was fading in and out, and some parts he couldn't even hear because it was so soft. But Matthew finally saw Kumajirou close his eyes all the way and fell fast asleep. Maybe he really wasn't kidding about what he said.
As soon as they got into bed together, he was out like a light. "Such a cute little bear..." The boy whispered to himself. It was still a habit to call him a bear. He wondered how long it would take until he stopped. He watched him sleep for a few moments while listening to the male's soft breathing and the sounds of running water from the bathroom where Francis was taking a shower. He felt very comfortable knowing that he had the two people he cared for right near him.
To protect him. And to love him. It made him feel so loved. He just wished he could show them how much they appreciated them, and how important they were to him. "Maybe one day..." A sudden, soft yawned escaped Matthew's lips. He was getting a bit tired now. Or maybe he had always been tired and had not just noticed until now. His headache wasn't hurting as bad now, anymore, now that he was resting.
He reached up and took off his glasses, using very slow and careful moves so as to not disturb the sleeping Kumajirou next to him, then placed his glasses on the stand next to the bed. After he had done so, he put himself back into position and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Kuma..." Before he knew it, he had also fallen asleep under the lullaby of the male's beating heart perfectly in time with his own.
[Yes! You are that great! I could try to tell you just how great you are, but then I'd use up all of my word count! And, and! You don't have to worry about keeping me happy! Just as long as we're roleplaying together, no matter what pairing, I will be happy! I swear! I'm simple! Simple things make me happy!
Oh! But, even though I'm so excited for our new roleplay, I don't want to end this one so fast yet! We should enjoy it until the very end! I don't want to feel like we have to rush through this one to get to the other one! I'm enjoying this one so, so much! Berwald and Tino will always be my favorite OTP, but I'm loving this one too much to let it end soon! >//<;
But, anyway, you are such an awesome person! You are the best person I have ever roleplayed with, and met! Ever!]
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Post by Italy on Jul 25, 2010 11:11:57 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} About an hour or so after Francis had stepped into the bathroom, his shower was finished, and he had dried himself off, primped and refreshed. The scratches and bruises seemed non-existent, the hot water cleansing them seemed to do just the trick. He sighed happily, and took a look at his drippy self through the foggy mirror. Even soaking wet, his hair remained in a wavy, luscious style, and it was even more pleasant to have it smell like Matthew's hair now...
Oh, Matthew...!
He immediately wondered if he was doing alright. When he asked to take the shower, he didn't seem to notice the poor thing curled up on the couch, still scared and shaking from the hour's previous event at the park. He looked down in shame, how dare he only think of himself while little Matthew was still hurt...! He shook his head, feeling guilt wash over him.
Quickly, he took the spare clothes he had with him (you got reeeal lucky there, Francis, bringing those with you~) and changed. Then, he cleaned up the water mess he had made on the floor, and hung his towel to dry. He slowly opened the door, remembering that Kumajirou had settled in for a nap, and he stepped from the bathroom, a mountain of steam escaping into the cooler air around him. Then, the next thing he saw was quite a sight, and it just warmed his heart.
Matthew was curled under the blankets with his bear friend. It made him smile more, the tender sight. They both looked so peaceful, as if the fight at the park had never happened. Such bliss on their faces, and the happiness was painfully obvious on Kumajirou's expression, even though he had fallen fast asleep. But, as he looked closer, he noticed that Kuma's wounds were still exposed and out in the open, completely unattended to. He sighed, what a foolish little toy! If he doesn't treat them soon, they'll become infected. Francis had planned on wrapping up the bigger wound when he was out of the shower, and had them properly cleaned.
But, then again, he remembered that the bear had suddenly become human just this morning. He was smart, but still had tons to learn about the human body, seeing as he hasn't had his own since, well... his whole life! He didn't want to see him in any more future pain, for he cared for him as well. So, walking by the bed, he stopped by Kumajirou's head, and slowly rubbed it to wake him. He stirred a bit, but no response. So, kneeling down at the same level with the white-haired male, he continued to be tender and gentle with waking him.
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"Oh, K-Kuma...." Matthew whimpered through his soft moan and pleasured sounds. "P-please... more!" The bear-boy nodded in reply, and continued to pleasure his master with gentle sucks and rubs on his manhood. He didn't know much about what he was doing. All he knew was that this was the proper place to please a man, and that it was giving Matthew's large amounts of pleasure. That's all he wants. He wants to see Matthew the happiest boy in the world, no more pain, no more sadness, no more neglect.
Just true, blissful happiness.
He plunged the hard flesh into his mouth further and further, until there was nothing left. He sucked harder and faster, gaining the best reactions from the blonde before him. Then, he felt it begin to twitch and throb, followed by pained, needy noises from his Matty.
Sure he was only a stuffed toy/human male, but his instincts kicked in, and he knew what was going to happen next. He knew Matthew's member ached with a desperate need of a release... his was too. But, he continued his gentle movements and deep pleasuring until he finally heard Matthew cry out his name and---
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Kumajirou's blissful dream was cut short by a tender hand rubbing his hair. He purred slightly in awakening, and cracked open his eyes to find Matthew's soft expression right there. He instantly smiled, and couldn't help but gawk a little. But, in the corner of his eye, he could see another figure. He turned his head, and was caught in a pleasant surprise when he saw the Frenchman standing there.
"...Yes, Francis?" Kuma whispered, his voice suddenly caught in a slight rasp. Why did it sound like that? Francis smiled and looked down at the white-haired boy's wounds to emphasize his point.
"You aren't going to heal if you just let those scratches sit on your skin. Get up, and I'll help you clean them out, okay?" he explained, taking a closer look at the damage done to the male below him. Kumajirou nodded in reply, and was about to get up, but he suddenly felt this uncomfortable sensation filling his torso, and a hard surprise was discovered when he shifted around a bit.
...Uh Oh...
((Aw, thank you so much! ^////^ You are just the sweetest thing~!! I appreciate that so much, and you always seem to find a way to make my day X3
And, you are, by far, the best person I've ever roleplayed with... seriously! >w<))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 25, 2010 20:31:12 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} It wasn't very often that Matthew had a dream as he slept. And even the dreams that he did have, he usually forgot as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning. But this one, the one he was having right now, was very different.
The three of them were back at the park. It was the same exact scene playing over from before. Kumajirou pushing him on the swings with Francis watching close by. All of them smiling, having fun. Everything perfect. But something bothered him in the back of the blonde's mind. Some foreboding feeling that something was wrong. Or would go wrong. And very soon.
The male pushing him opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. It was like a silent film. And yet, somehow, he was still able to understand him. Matthew nodded, closing his violet colored eyes and giving a happy nod in agreement. Even his own voice ceased to exist. It was weird, but even he himself didn't realize this. This happy scene played over and over on an endless loop until finally something changed.
Francis stood up from his seat and walked over to the both of them, looking a bit concerned and pointing towards the sky. The two younger males looked in the direction, and Matthew frowned as he saw what looked like heavy storm clouds quickly approaching their sunny area at the park. And he was right. The clouds were soon upon them and the sun had been blocked out completely. Lightning flashed through the sky, and there was thunder, though it could not be heard; but the vibrations it made in his chest could still be felt either way.
It was pouring down rain now. Large, hard drops that stung his sensitive skin when it hit him. He stopped his swinging and quickly jumped off, the three of them huddling close together, wondering what to do now. Matthew looked quite disappointed that their fun day at the park had to be rained out, and both Kumajirou and Francis could feel his pain. Francis pulled him closer, getting his attention, and smiled. He said something, which made the smaller blonde look surprised, and then, very happy.
Kumajirou also said something, which only added to his excitement. The boy nodded his head up and down furiously, agreeing to whatever it was that they had suggested. He no longer felt sad in the least about having to leave early. Francis seemed pleased and took off the jacket he was wearing and placed it on top of Matthew to keep the rain from soaking him even further. Kumajirou held it in place for him so that it wouldn't slip off as they walked. The blonde boy felt happiness well up inside him.
So much that he wanted to jump up and down, even when the weather was so gloomy like this. Instead, he decided to throw himself at the two males instead, each giving them a kiss in turn. His face was so hot, his heart was pounding. This must have been what true happiness felt like. He was experiencing it for the first time. He was lucky to have not one, but two people who loved him so much and were willing to do anything for his happiness. He opened his mouth to speak for the first time, and this time, his voice came through loud and clear. "...I love you both!" It was the last part of his dream, as soon after, Matthtew felt himself waking up.
He didn't really consider himself a light sleeper, but he was waking up now anyway just a few minutes after Francis had awoken Kumajirou. He slowly opened his eyes again, seeing the outlines of the two of them in front of him. "...Hm?" The boy struggled to get a clearer look. He wondered what Francis had woken him up. He was surprised that he, himself, had fallen asleep. And he wondered for how long. It only felt like he had closed his eyes for a second before he was waking up from his nap.
"Francis... Is something wrong?" The blonde asked with a sleepy voice. He thought that maybe he needed something or there was a problem, and if there was, it was his duty to fix it right away. He moved to reach to get his glasses again, and at the same time, had moved his leg and bumped it against Kumajirou's under the blanket. Of course, the bump had only been an unavoidable, innocent accident. He had no idea of the male's dream or the problem that came with it.
[Yay! That makes me happy! Thank you! n//n But, I'm sorry that this reply sucks so much! I couldn't think of anything to happen before Matthew woke up! The dream isn't supposed to make any sense or have any meaning to it, so, yeah... I'm sorry!]
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Post by Italy on Jul 25, 2010 23:44:18 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} While Francis waited for the bear boy to fully wake up himself and climb out of bed, he saw Matthew stir and awaken as well. His eyes cracked open, and that soft, familiar shade of purple was there to greet the Frenchman's deep blue. It made the smile return to his face for the second time within moments.
"Good morning, Mon beau soleil," Francis whispered, gently patting his head as he reached for his glasses. Even though the sun was just setting slowly over the horizon, beckoning nightfall, he just thought it fit the moment perfectly as a bit of harmless irony.
Kumajirou, however, felt him shift and move under the blanket, and tried his hardest not to whimper and moan aloud. A slight yelp was all that was able to pass his lips, and it was enough to get Francis's concerned attention.
"Hmm...?" he hummed in question. The bear boy just chuckled nervously and replied back,
"O-oh... just a little pain. H-heheh.... don't mind me~"
However, when he climbed from the bed and planted his feet on the floor, he wasn't aware of how it was he looked down south. His knees almost seemed to buckle under the weight of the heavy hard-on, and it was painfully obvious. He heard both countries in the room gasp, and he instantly felt embarrassed.
"Kumajirou...are you alright?" asked the oldest, shocked blonde. Kuma only shook his head, now wanting to admit his shameful reasoning.
"I-I'm so sorry!" he cried, having to lean back against the nightstand for support. "I-It was wrong, b-but I had a dream about me a-a-and Matthew. I-I was... p-pleasing him, and he was begging for more. I know it's a selfish dream, but I just couldn't help myself...! T-To hear him so happy when I pleasured him w-was wonderful! B-But, in the dream, I was aching too... i-it was a pain just in my legs and stomach. A-And then I wake up to the same pain! I-I kinda know what it is, b-but...." he squirmed and shut his eyes tight, his teeth piercing his lower lip. "I-I'm not sure how to go about getting rid of it! O-oh, it hurts so much...." The last part suddenly dripped from his lips as a helpless whimper, like a little kid that had scraped his knee on the black-top.
Francis was in shock, and it looked like his little Canadian was too. He just stared, completely speechless and somewhat hurt looking. He felt a slight pain of guilt for the human teddy bear.... he's had all this desire pent up inside, and it had to show it's head this way... the poor thing.
~ The whole time he was explaining himself, Kuma felt his face heat up more and more and more still. Hot tears surfaced in his glassy blue eyes, and his body racked with waves of pain. The dream was so sinful, so dirty. How could he think up of something so intimate, when he himself wasn't even that close to Matthew. True, he wanted to be.... desperately. But, to ask for the impossible was, well... you know.
He turned his head away, and rubbed his eyes of the tears about to fall. "H-hey, let's go cook something, eh? I-I'm pretty hungry..." That was a dead lie. The knot in his stomach, and the tightness in his chest and legs kept any kind of hunger pang from turning in his stomach. "I-I'll make us something! How about that?"
"But, Kumajirou..." France replied, looking his body up and down slowly. "Your wounds still need to be cleaned. A-and, what about--" he was cut off by the white-haired male quickly opening the bedroom door, and shuffling his way into the kitchen. He felt the wave of guilt in his body wash over all of him, rather then just pinch at his brain. Now it seemed to be hurting him to see Kuma like this. But, more importantly, he was even more worried about his little Matthew. Sure, Kuma was just being honest, but he was concerned about how the Canadian would react to this whole thing. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short when he saw a red and blonde blur race out the door.
Something like this would usually concern the Frenchman. Or, the Frenchman would be the one doing the chasing! But, this time, he felt his lips curl into an instinctive smile. They really did care for one another. Two peas in a pod... and Francis felt lucky enough to be the pod around his two mignon peas<3
Kuma opened the fridge, and pulled the carton of eggs, cheese, and milk from it. 'Omelets are good, right? Oh, with ham and peppers too, and a little bit of onion for zest...' He was doing all he could to keep his mind from the throbbing, hard flesh in between his long, human legs.
But, it was doing little good, and he could feel the tears rising again. Oh, it hurt so, so much....
((Don't worry about it<3 I thought the dream was a cute, moe-tastic touch~ *shot for horrible wee-a-boo dialect* >///////<))
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