The own trap

      Knife was lying on his makeshift lounger, which was an ordinary large bush covered with a towel. There was no strength and desire to do anything at all from the word,  just wanted to lie down and not think about anything. Just lie down and enjoy the sun, which warmed the metal blade, thereby causing a pleasantly stabbing sensation.        He opened his eyes and looked lazily around the clearing. Near the table, located not far from the sunbed, there was a light blue lamp that periodically rang with a saucepan and other cooking tools. Somewhere far away in the shade, a cat-like keychain was sitting with her friend a bottle and discussing something. Charmy was saying something, sometimes her tail pendant twitched due to the overflow of emotions. It looks like she's complaining about someone. Maybe on Kurasan. Maybe on Knife. Or maybe for two at once. She is, as always, in her repertoire.        Just the thought of Kurasan causes pain from a Knife in the chest area. One mention, one image, and the very presence of the leader of the "Gang" cuts Knife from the inside with sharp claws. It's like something is pressing down from above, and you can't move and squeeze out a word, but just look and admire, tormenting your aching heart with it.        It's a shame, it's a real shame. To want to cry myself to exhaustion, and then cling to this bun. So that he hugged him tightly and began stroking him back, whispering soothingly: "It's okay, I'm here."        But this is only in dreams. It's too late now. They used to be best friends and spent a lot of time together. And it was then that the beginnings of a bright and warm feeling appeared, which in the future will only interfere with Knife.        Knife abruptly reached for his head with his hand, but immediately recoiled from the infernally hot metal. He hissed something, looking at his hand with excitement. It doesn't seem to be a serious burn…        Such a small thing caused a bitter lump in the throat and a tingling in the eyes of  Knife. His own blade had burned him.        Damn it, that's the way it is. Knife himself drove himself into such trouble as unrequited love. He started all this torment himself.        But the fact is that the burn on his arm will soon pass, but falling in love will not.        Knife had believed all his life that he would never love anyone. He realized that he was too selfish to love and empathize with anyone. That's why he was a lone wolf for a long time.        But suddenly, a bakery product burst into his life. A soft red color, with rounded horns and bright eyes filled with happiness. There was an energy raging in him that Kurasan was going to share with Knife, whether he wanted it or not.        Little by little, their friendship grew and grew stronger. Knife himself did not notice how he began to change: he laughed more, felt more open and happy. It was as if he had a second wind, and he began to enjoy life and see only the good in everything.        But, unfortunately, their friendship ended as abruptly as it began. Knife no longer remembers why it all ended, but he is sure with every cell of his body that it was because of a stupid little thing. Maybe they didn't share something, or maybe someone said something wrong, or maybe something else. This moment completely disappeared from Knife's mind, leaving behind only an unpleasant and bitter aftertaste.        At first there was mutual disregard, then there were insults, and then it could come to a fight.         Knife was back to what he was, if not worse.          That's why memories with Kurasan cause both warmth and pain in Knife at the same time. The warm – is  Knife remembers how joyful and cheerful Kurasan was, who was always ready to help and support his friend. Pain — is something Knife will never see again. Even now, Kurasan and his team never really have fun or laugh. Previously, only Knife's company made Kurasan smile warmly. But that's not going to happen now. Late.        Knife is now as much an outcast as he was before Kurasan. An outcast, an egoist and a whiner. It's disgusting even to Knife itself.        Knife straightened and stretched his neck. Well, lying down can be a pleasant activity, but doing it completely motionless is a little painful.        He blinked listlessly and decided to get off the bush in order to go for a walk. As soon as he landed on his feet, he immediately froze, panicking at the unexpected guest.        ”Good morning, blockhead.”       Kurasan.        Again, this invisible force, forcing  to back away, without taking his eyes off the Frenchman. The heart skipped a beat, and a rising heat appeared in his chest. Kurasan was damn handsome. Beautiful as a diamond.        His body shimmered in the bright rays of the sun, which made Kurasan look even more petite. There was a smirk on his face that made his heart beat faster.        Knife swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to look more natural.        ”Wh-what do you want?”  His voice is trembling treacherously, and it's infuriating.        Knife is partly afraid of Kurasan. In a fairly short time, he managed to show one of the most disgusting qualities of his character: using other people's secrets for his own needs. Other people's secrets are, of course, the secrets of the enemies.        Knife is afraid that he will find out about his feelings. He's afraid that others will find out about it. He is afraid that he will sink even lower.        ”We need to talk”, Kurasan says calmly, as if he is communicating with a friend.  "The bastard. It's like you know how I feel"        ”About what?”       Oh, no. That's not what he wanted to say.        Kurasan smiled broadly.        ”Something interesting. Got it.”        Abruptly grabs his hand and leads him in an unknown direction.        The kitchen guy just makes some kind of squeak and looks at the bun in surprise. He was more worried now.        Kurasan led him to a nearby forest. The atmosphere for Knife was frightening but intriguing. He was curious to know what Kurasan would say to him, completely forgetting that he had to play the role of a disgruntled enemy. He just stood there, looking into the distance. A bird chirped somewhere above, freaking Knife out.        ”So… Will you explain yourself?”        Kurasan looked at  Knife from under his brows. He looked away, as if thinking.        ”How are you doing?”        Knife twitched his eyebrows, clearly surprised by such a question. He looked at his hand, which was in Kurasan's hand. And it was as if something inside him turned over.        ”You… Are you serious?”        He recoiled from the leader of the "Gang" and clenched his hands into fists. Tears are treacherously welling up in his eyes, but he's not up to them anymore.        He had put up with it for too long. In pain has been for too long.        He's been in love for too long.        ”Are you serious?! After everything that's happened between us, you just ask me how I'm doing?”        That looks at him in shock, clearly not expecting such a violent reaction. He tries to say something, but was interrupted.        ”My life is a continuous suffering! Wherever I go, whatever I do, it's all my fault, and I definitely need to be hated! Before…” he sniffs. ”It was better before! I used to know why I loved you!” falls to his knees and cries hysterically.        Kurasan was in a stupor. His eyes ran over the trembling figure of Knife, looking for something that would refute the previously spoken words. But the Knife wasn't faking: the trembling and tears were real. The gears turned in the bakery product's head, the process of thinking began. He looked away from Knife to the side, just not to see this pathetic picture. After thinking about it all over again, Kurasan began to slowly approach Knife until he was right next to him. Taking courage into his fist, he began to stroke Knife on its handle.        ”It's all... hush, hush. Calm down…”        Knife froze, cautiously waiting for other actions from Kurasan. That continued stroking, then carefully grabbed the dagger and lifted Knife's face. Knife himself looked shabby: black eyes clouded with tears, ragged heavy breathing and trembling lips. Poor thing.        ”Hush, hush”, he was suddenly hugged for Knife. Kurasan hugged the shaking body to him. ”It's okay, I'm here.”        The that's eyes widened. It's so new to feel a warm hug from a bun after so long, which is why Knife didn't immediately realize what had happened. And it was so strange to hear such words. The kind of words he wanted to hear. It is from him.        The hug melted the cold heart of Knife, and tears poured out of Knife again, and he buried his face in the top of Kurasan and hugged back tightly. Knife was still sobbing, trying to control its breathing, and rubbing against Kurasan like a kitten seeking protection. And he also continued to hug and stroke the kitchen boy on the back.        Kurasan gently breaks the embrace only to grab Knife's cheeks again and, after a long pause, say clearly:        ”I love you too. That's why I brought you here.”        Knife somehow examines Kurasan face without emotion, when suddenly he puts his palms on someone else's hands and squeezes them hard. His lips trembled, and Knife was ready to cry again.        Even such a small thing can drive Knife crazy.