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“Would you like to come somewhere with me?” Sakurai asks and Aiba bites his lips nervously his fingers tugging and pulling at his t-shirt. It has been five days since he came home but so far he hadn’t even managed to go into the garden. The fences were too low and there were too many curious eyes that watched and terrified him.

“Wh-Where...?” He asks softly he trusts Sakurai more than anyone else, including his mother though he has been trying hard to accept her into his bubble.

“I think that we should get you a dog...” Sakurai say’s with an almost triumphant expression on his face.

“Dog...” Aiba repeats his mind whirling knocking him off his feet as a painful memory comes into his mind. His eyes roll back into his head and his falling to the floor in a faint.

He was laughing happily in the basketball park, on his right side he can see Nino watching on a bench while playing on a game, his eyes every now and then turning to the edge of the court. Jun was there watching him closely and Aiba feels his heart swell wanting to do well and impress him. He had liked Jun for so long now that he was really hoping that this would be the day that he plunks up the courage to talk to him.

He can feel the ball that is in his hands and his startled when a man walks up to him with a thick red lead. Aiba feels a wave of fear washing over him but he pushes it away looking into the old man’s face

“I’m sorry to disturb you but my dog has gone missing” He says waving the lead “He’s old but he’s too fast for me to catch him...Could you help me find him?”
“Yeah sure...” he agrees and he turns to tell Nino 0that he’ll be back soon but his friend isn’t there. He looks around for a minute and then sees him at the edge of the having another loud argument with Jun. Aiba rolls his eyes with a smile and then turns back to the man “Where did you last see him?”

“He was over here...” The man tells him his hand resting on his shoulder and almost pushing him against away from the courts. They walk for a while with the man shouting out the name Rusty. “He’s over there...Didn’t you see him?” the man says and Aiba squints thinking that he can see a golden retriever dog by the gates of the park “Come on...We have to hurry...”

They run towards the dog shaped creature when they are at the gates there’s a white van with a life sized dog sticker on the side. Aiba realises how much trouble he’s in just as the man slips behind him and bashes him on the head with a thick piece of wood and then there was nothing just painful blackness.

“Masaki-chan...Masaki-chan...Come back to me...” He hears a jumbled voice whisper and he pulls his eyes open finding himself looking at the concerned face of Sakurai. He’s in the living room lying on the sofa with a cold compress on his forehead
“There you are...” Sakurai smiles his finger


“Sh-o-chan...” He croaks sitting up a rubbing a bump on his head. It was the size of an egg and painful to the touch. He lets out a groan feeling almost faint again but Sakurai’s arm his around him holding him up.

“What happened...Was it another memory?” The orderly asks and Aiba touching the lump again and biting on his lips “What kind of memory...?”

“The first...When...When I was taken...” He said softly his lips trembling a little and the orderly pulls him into his arms holding him tightly “He said that...he had a dog that was missing...I followed him because...Because I’m...Stupid...”

“No, Masaki-chan...You’re not stupid...” Sakurai denies holding him to his chest and rocking him from side to side and to his amazement Aiba begins to feel calmer almost immediately “You followed him because you’re a sweet caring boy and you wanted to help...He took advantage of that fact...And I’m sorry...I didn’t think, I should have but I didn’t...I just thought that a dog would make you feel more confident, safer...”

“...I do...I want the dog...I will feel safer but...But I...I don’t want it to be...A retriever...” Aiba tells him softly and Sakurai nods and Aiba is positive that he feels Sakurai’s lips pressing against his temple.

“A Spitz... Active, loyal, and bright just like you...” Sakurai tells him pulling his phone out of his pocket showing him a dozen white balls of fluff. Aiba’s eyes widen and he lets out an excited moan,

“I can really have one?” He asks his eyes not leaving the puppies on the screen and Sakurai nods again giving a chuckle that was warm against his ear as he says,

“Yes...They’re waiting for you to come and pick out which one that you want...”

“Can...Can we go now...?”

TBC
A/N: Sorry it’s shorter today I hope that you enjoy ^_^

Date: 2013-09-15 02:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ralatoindah.livejournal.com
It's heart breaking, poor Masaki chan...
A Spitz, that breed is really cute! The personality suits Masaki ne, and it doesn't need much grooming too! :D. Hope the dog will help him heal...

Date: 2013-09-15 04:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] baboy-19.livejournal.com
aawwww...!!! Spitz are too cuteee!! anf fluffy!!! GAH!! I want one but well we already have two dogs and My husband doesn't like animals soo suckz..
thanks for the updates!

Date: 2013-09-15 06:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] matsuaurore.livejournal.com
Oooh my poor baby Aiba T.T it's really hard for him to move on, hope this puppy will help him ^^

Date: 2013-09-15 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vicco-vicky.livejournal.com
Poor Masaki.... Sho wanted to help him and that he would feel more secure and for a moment, the contrary has passed... He remembered how tha old man take him... por my ma-chan... T.T
But Sho is there with him and now that Masaki has seen what puppie he will have, he is eager to go and take him!!!!! He will go out of his house!! A big progress!!!

Thanks for your hard work and waiting for more!!!! ^3^

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