My Kenzo
Love Statement

The night wind broke through the window of an oncoming taxi. There is not much talk between the two people who are still silent. For the first time Kenzo didn't talk much and bothered him. The young man just stared at the window.

Until the small house in a remote place was seen. Not a word came out of his mouth.

Amel clenched his forehead, "Is he angry?" he muttered, walking towards the kitchen to make dinner.

The smell of cooking was smelled, the food was arranged on the table. The young man was not seen at all. Amel ate alone, glancing towards the empty table beside him. Stop the eating activity for a moment.

Weirdo? That was how he had in mind, walking down the hallway all the way to the back area of the house. The figure was finally seen, but an unusual thing. Fractions of the shard out of nowhere got it, clasped it tightly. Blood dripped from his fingers, his tears flowing uncontrollably. Worse, crying alone.

"Lenzo..." Amel walked quickly full of anxiety, until accidentally stepped on a rag that is usually used to clean the wooden floor.

The girl who was still wearing her yukata slipped. Falling glided with the stomach like a penguin on a layer of ice, slumped in front of Kenzo who was still sitting at the end of the hallway, the backyard.

"Awww.." cried Amel holding his waist.

Crying out? The young man began to smile slightly holding back his laughter. Removing the glass shards he held, to help Amel stand up.

"Your hand why? Why hold a broken glass?" Amel looked anxious, holding Kenzo's fingers.

Kenzo did not reply, stunned silently letting Amel run away taking the P3K box, the wound slowly cleaned, treated by the girl who seemed to care about him. Wrap his wound using a bandage.

"Here you go, don't hurt yourself. It's a gift for you." she said smiling after wrapping the wound in Kenzo's fingers. Put a cell phone hanger a pair of white butterflies in his hand.

Kenzo smiled gently, "It's my birthday.." Grasping the cellphone hanger Amel gave me.

"Year date? Thank goodness I bought it." said Amel returned Kenzo's smile.

"Also, the anniversary of my parents' deaths..."

"They died, foolishly leaving their son. Newborn sons, not given a chance to touch their faces," he murmured bowed, shedding his tears. Banging her chest that felt tight.

Sick? Of course, he fell into a pit of despair. Loved both parents, whom he never met. Living alone without family.

One by one people enter his life, then disappear. Kinan, in the end left him. Similarly to the Goddess and Agam, God may love them too much. Not wanting a Kenzo to ruin their lives.

Living in the shadow of vengeance and solitude for years. Wanting to die, everything hurts in this hypocritical world. The world that turns a good-natured innocent child into a vile figure, an antagonist who seems to have no heart.

For the first time Amel took the initiative himself, hugging a body that looked hopeless with his life. No crying? That's not what he said, "Crying, I'm here." he said patting Kenzo on the back.

"Aaangggg." The screams of his cries were like that of a plain little boy. Showing the weakest side in him. A bipolar? Maybe that's what caused Kenzo to hurt himself, if he could catch up with his loved ones, let go of everything in this world.

However, now this girl exists, the little baby she used to name. An adult body, guiding him back to being a five-year-old innocent child. A child who has no wounds in his life.

I don't want to catch up with you guys anymore, because he's there. The only thing that is not hypocritical in this world. Are you guys envious? I want to be happy...

"I want to be happy." for the first time those words came from his lips. Hugged Amel's body which was now smaller than his body tightly.

I love you, I need you like the air, something that can make me die. If you lose even a few minutes...

Never go or die, for I will leave this world...

***

A bottle of sake as a warmer in the piercing cold air, is seen. Kenzo smiled, much calmer. Amel easily suppressed his mental illness without drugs.

A small firework beam revealed the calm face of the girl who was still wearing her yukata. The girl who smiled, playing small fireworks. Fireworks bought by Kenzo, to be played after watching the festival. They both play behind the house. But is it all warm, family? Maybe that was Amel to him.

Each year, Kenzo will increase the dose of the drugs prescribed by psychiatrists. Especially on his birthday. Want to fall asleep immediately, forget the pain, but still difficult.

Trapped in loneliness, wanting to be angry, but to whom? There was nothing he could do, perhaps death was better, it was often thought of in his mind.

This time no, he now has a home. His place came home, sheltered from the loneliness that seemed to plunge his heart...

Sip for sip of sake cup drunk. His body is starting to feel warm, "Kenzo let's play fireworks..." Amel walked over to him.

"Aren't you going to get drunk? I never drink alcohol..." Amel grabbed with doubt.

"If a little will be nothing." the answer is convincing.

Amel quickly drank a single gulp. It felt a little hard in his throat. However, the warmth on his body spread.

"Let's play fireworks..." Kenzo got up, lit two small fireworks at once. The light that slowly dimmed, one by one began to signal it. Not realizing Amel replaced him sitting down. Drinking a few more cups, his face began to turn red.

Smiling himself indistinctly, the stagger approached the young man who stood alone playing the fireworks swirling on the ground.

His hands were outstretched, hugging Kenzo from behind, "Warmly.." he muttered laughing, like a little cat who wanted to spoil himself to a wolf.

Kenzo took off Amel's fingers, looking back. Amel hugged her tighter, swiping her thighs and head. The sigh felt, in the middle of their embrace.

"Amel? You drunk?" tanyakanya.

"No, I'm not drunk." replied Amel still swiping. His head was on Kenzo's chest and his thighs were unwilling to remain still.

Maybe Amel didn't understand his act of waking up something that no woman had touched before.

"A... Amel off..." Kenzo tried to push him.

"You are handsome, what a wonder of the world, there is someone as handsome as you..." Amel was still laughing, on his tiptoes peeping at Kenzo's cheeks.

"I'll take you to your room. It's better tonight a.. I don't. sleep in the living room," he said, pulling Amel's hand, tracing the hallway to the room.

Didn't want to happen something that the girl would regret later. Kenzo is a normal guy, right?

Up to the doorstep, Kenzo intends to lock Amel inside, tonight. He slept in the living room.

But the girl pulled him on her tiptoes, then whispered, "I love you.." Honesty from Amel's mouth while chuckling.

Kissing Kenzo's lips many times, two words that paralyze the intellect, the young man's mind. To follow the will of his heart and body.

Amel's kiss returned, two layers of the young man's warm coat lying on the floor. Caught lips full of napsu.

Amel? Maybe like Roy. Letting go of his feelings when drunk, unable to distinguish between right and wrong. Just following his heart's will.

Naughty, really naughty cold sweat pouring out at Kenzo's temple. The tiny finger slithered across his chest, releasing the buttons of his shirt.

It was quite difficult, but the two bodies that began to dribble into the room were increasingly tightly linked. The great leafan felt in his heart, anxious? It's more than that, tracing the curves of Amel's neck.

The more the girl's voice rattled, the more marks she created. No matter whose hands had managed to remove the blue Yukata, that layer of thick, intricate clothing had been laid on the wooden floor.

Futon had not been opened, Amel's body was now on the floor of a cold room, with only two small fabrics as a barrier to his plain body. While Kenzo back to his lips, bare chest just wearing long pants.

"I love you Nindy, I love you Glen, I love you mom." raved Amel while laughing.

Kenzo stops his act of consciousness again, because the statement of love Amel who was drunk was not for him.

"What have I done?" he said he got up, took a thick blanket, a thin woman's yukata used to sleep, as well as futons from the closet.

Preparing their bed, Amel relentlessly hugged her from behind. Makes Kenzo desperately hold himself back.

Thin yukata for sleep is worn on Amel's body, "He is a plain baby, the son of the mother whom I often help bathe.." he muttered many times sugeting himself. To not do anything to Amel, before the girl loved him, and married him.

"Wait here!!" snapped Kenzo walked outside the room looking for a heating machine.

The door closed, as the words came from Amel's mouth, which Kenzo did not hear.

"I love... Kenzo.." he muttered asleep with a peaceful smile that expanded.

Seriate