[The wild one]

Tom had managed to weasel his way up to the second floor of the mountain base. He was looking for Sam. It had been nearly two months since the day she walked in on him covered in his guards' blood. He knew that the sight of him surrounded by dead bodies had frightened her, but he hadn't expected it to be this bad. He felt terrible, and he wanted to apologize. But he needed to find her without alerting any Cainids on that floor, especially Sam's friend, Amiryat. She would rat him out for sure.
Tom found the alien living quarters fairly quickly. The only thing that slowed him down was the sudden appearance of Commander Terra. He had to duck behind a door to avoid the Cainid army Commander. And he knew that she'd caught his scent, as she had paused for a brief moment when he hid.
"Now, where is Sam's room . . ." Tom asked himself. He walked along the hallway carefully, looking up at the words on the golden-coloured plates. They were impossible to read, as they were in Cainid. Tom didn't know a single letter of that language. He sighed and began to sniff the air. He'd have to find Sam's home by finding her scent.
It took Tom nearly an hour, but he managed to locate a fresh trail left by Sam, and follow it to her home. He stretched a high as he could, his fingers just reaching the doorknob. The door, funny enough, was unlocked. He opened it carefully, winced when the hinges make a creaking sound.
There were several rooms, but he could tell which ones were private quarters and which ones were not. He walked to the closest door a pressed an ear carefully to the side. He heard the sound of two voices talking. He assumed it was Sam's parents. It sounded like them. He slipped carefully away from the door and walked into the next bedroom he found. Sam was in there, sitting on her bed. She was watching TV, but her eyes were unfocused. Tom sighed and rapped his knuckles against the doorframe. Sam snapped out of her slight trance and looked up. Her eyes widened fearfully.
"Please, Sam," Tom begged. "Just hear me out. I'm really sorry about what happened. You weren't supposed to see that." Sam just shook her head. She slid off her bed and walked up to Tom. Her eyes, he realized, her filled with anger.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she snapped. "Why, Tom? I thought we were best friends! Friends tell each other things! That is something I should have known about!"
"I wasn't allowed to tell you!" Tom said. "Please, Sam. I would have told you if I could."
"Go away, Tom. I don't want to see you anymore," Sam spat. Tom felt several emotions flash through him. Anger, regret, pain, and several others he couldn't put a name to. Sam didn't understand--she couldn't understand--how he felt about her. If she walked out of his life without him saying anything . . . He didn't know what he would do.
Just as Sam was about to turn away from him, Tom grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. He leaned in a kissed Sam gently on the lips. He felt her stiffen under his hands, but he didn't care. He broke the kiss after a few moments and looked into her wide, amber eyes. She looked shocked.
"That's how I feel about you, Sam," he said softly. He turned and walked out of her room. He paused and looked over his shoulder. She was still watching him. "I just wish you'd feel the same." And with that, he bolted from the apartment.

This was not my idea. All the credit for coming up with this idea belongs to Wolf-chan. I liked it, so I decided(after a long period of procrastination, might I add), I drew a picture and wrote a story =D. This is the follow up to the last picture I did of Sam and Tom some time ago. Hope you guys like it!

Tom belongs to Wolf-chan.
Image, story, and Sam belong to me.

[Shiko Hayashi]

*giggles*

I love it! This is so cute!
Well done on the story as well WIld.