Snippet #1510570

Demetri finally had a good look of the male's face. It was imposable that some one with so much beauty could be a boy or human. He felt slightly embarassed as he buried his face into his chest. He glanced around relieved to see no one else, he brought his hand up to pat the top of his head to comfort him, his hair was surprisingly softer than he thought.

Demitri still couldn't decide if taking the male in would be a curse or a blessing. He thought about coming home to another face wouldn't be such a bad thing. But what would others think? The heartless redhead bringing home and taking care of a boy he found in the street. They'd call him soft and find away to kicks his butt about it later. But what the hell, he was going to help someone, something that he hasn't done in a long time. Things might change for the better.

Miki was getting weak and Demitri could feel it. He held onto both of his arms to give the male more support. "That's a nice name," he sighed out as he was forced to hold onto him so he wouldn't fall. There was no choice but to carry the male back to his home. Carefully he brought the male to his back, laced his arms around his own neck and carefully lifted him. The walk home was silent and a bit awkward. He felt like an old man carrying a lost boy back to his home. It was a miracle that not a lot of people were out in the street.

Once they reached home, he carried Miki into his bedroom and laid him on the mattress. He couldn't help but stare at the red stains all over him. He tried not to wonder too much about it as he retrieved a rag from his bathroom. He wiped the stains off the male and relieved his doll like face. Before he left, he placed a clean shirt on his desk for him Miki to wear whenever he decides to wake up. Now, all he had to do was kill some time while waiting for him.