Preliminary notes:
Premise: The CCS manga says that Touya took Yukito over to his house on his first day of school. This is my attempt at unifying that with my image of Touya as being cool, cold, and distant.
Yuki/Touya Friendship with the hint of a possibility of something more.
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Touya had learned, as a very young child, to keep his emotions hidden. It was safer that way. While other little kids cried from falls, or disappointments, or the fear of the unknown, Touya cried when he saw something that no one else could. The first few times it happened, he would run to his mother and explain what he had seen.
"That man is missing half his face!" he'd wail, pointing to an empty patch of grass in the park. His mother – barely an adult herself when Touya was small, young enough yet to remember the pain of childhood – would dry his tears and hold him close, whispering that the half-faced man was nothing to be frightened of. It was Nadeshiko who first taught him how to talk to the spirits.
But when Touya went to school, he slowly learned that his teachers were not as sympathetic as his mother. They were worried and perplexed the first few times Touya started crying and desperately trying to point out apparitions to his teachers that only he could see. After a string of conferences with his parents, Touya's teachers gave him up as a lost cause.
"Well, no wonder he's so difficult," he heard one of his pre-school teachers say to another. "His parents are incredibly over-indulgent! That father of his just smiles and says there's nothing wrong with his son – which is all that I'd expect from a man who would marry a sixteen-year-old!"
His teachers became impatient with him, and then began ignoring his "fits of temper" all together. So Touya gradually became used to helping himself. He learned to not be frightened when he saw someone who was dead. He learned to tell a lingerer from a ghost who really meant mischief or harm. He learned to speak to them, to deal with them, to help them find their way to heaven. And he learned to do all this without showing any recognition on his face when he saw one of them, so as to escape the notice of his incredibly mundane teachers.
"I'm very proud of you," a pregnant Nadeshiko said, the first time she witnessed her six-year-old son take a ghost by the hand and help it find its way home.
And that summer, Touya was given another reason to always keep his face calm. Even when she was an infant and a toddler, it was obvious to both Touya and Nadeshiko that Sakura didn't have the Sight – but that didn't stop her from sensing the spirits, and the presence of a ghost coupled with a look of shock or fear on her beloved big brother's face was enough to send her crying fit to wake the whole town.
On Nadeshiko's death, Touya found his last, excellent reason to always keep a stoic demeanor. Just after his mother's eyes closed for the final time, he heard her spirit whisper to him from far away, keep Sakura safe, Touya – always. By the age of ten, Touya was very much aware that the vast majority of the population thought that seeing ghosts was a sign of mental instability. He mentioned seeing his mother's spirit exactly once, to the nurses at the hospital. The hushed conversation that ensued between the harried nurse and the child psychologist had contained enough of the ominous words grief-touched, a danger to his sister, and should be hospitalized to silence Touya on the subject of his Second Sight forever.
Or so he thought. His mother had once told him, Power calls to power, and over the course of the next four years he stumbled upon more than one person who shared, or at least understood, his abilities. The Space-Time Witch found him more than once, especially if she was dealing with a particularly difficult child-ghost. As the years passed, Touya began to suspect that she sought him out because he never charged for his services – and to discreetly check on Sakura.
"I promised someone once that I'd never interfere with the girl unless she came to find me," she explained, one fine spring day, after buying Touya a snow-cone in exchange for his help in getting a lost engagement ring back from a magpie-spirit. "But I'm involved, a little. It's nice to know that she's doing well – and that she has such a good big brother looking after her," she added, pinching his cheek because she knew he was too old for it. Yuuko was also the first person to warn Touya that he wouldn't have his powers forever.
"In my line of work, we never give advice," she had told him, just a few days before Touya would first meet Kaho at the Tsukimine Shrine. The visit had an air of finality to it, and Touya knew he would never see the Witch again. "But we also know that everything is worth giving up, if we are offered the right price." Her eyes cut deep into Touya's own, and he understood that he was being fore-warned. "Everyone has a choice of what to give up," she continued, holding his gaze without blinking. "But I would be very much surprised if you kept your Second Sight for very much longer. Use it well." It wasn't until much later that Touya realized that her uncharacteristic advice had been by way of payment for his years of service. Debts are dangerous, Nadeshiko had warned him once.
For the most part, however, his teachers and classmates simply got used to his stoic demeanor. To Touya's surprise, his good looks, athletic ability, and academic talent came together to ensure that he was never without friends, even if he held them all at arm's-length. His first year of high school he was even nominated and elected Academic Representative of his class. Only a few – girls, mostly – had anything bad to say about him, and usually that only when they felt like he had slighted their professions of love.
"Well, of course people like you," Sakura the third grader had told him, all wide-eyed innocence and loving smiles. "People can hear the kindness in you, singing all the time, even when you're being quiet."
Touya only really opened himself up to just one person outside of his family – until Tsukishiro arrived, that is. His relationship with Kaho, once she was gone, left him winded, hurt, and gasping for air, unwilling to ever open his heart to anyone again.
Then, hardly a month later, Touya's home-room teacher began class by announcing the arrival of a new transfer student: Tsukishiro Yukito.
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The first few moments after Tsukishiro entered the room, as he bowed to the class and introduced himself, Touya found himself glad for every ounce of restraint he had in his body. The new boy's aura was strong enough to blot out half the room – as silver as Kaho's, he thought with a lurch, with a texture so familiar he couldn't even identify it. As if that weren't enough, super-imposed underneath the bright, fake, nervous smile the boy was compulsively showing the room was another set of lips – another face, another entity, only half-visible to Touya when he squinted his Second Sight to see more clearly. This other… thing… was calm, quiet, immobile – asleep, Touya realized, noting the impossibly long, white lashes tickling the creature's cheek as its closed eyelids fluttered, as if from a dream. It was beautiful, with long silver hair flooding down its back all the way to the floor, bound at the bottom only so that Tsukishiro wouldn't trip over it, Touya supposed. Huge, luminous white wings were curled protectively not just around the being, but also around Tsukishiro. Its face was like porcelain, but not the kind of porcelain that would break easily – his was the face of a predator, used to seeing things shatter around him. Long arms, clothed in white, made an X across his chest, his slender, elegant fingers curled into white-knuckled fists. Touya looked again at his face, and saw the slightest of frowns around his forehead and the corners of his eyes. Whatever he was, he was in pain.
And Tsukishiro was oblivious to it all, as he stammered his name and his happiness to have the opportunity to get to know his new classmates. Touya heard more than one girl heave an infatuated sigh under the force of the brilliant smile that was being showered on them from the transfer student. Touya, though, more perceptive than the rest, saw through some of that manufactured cheerfulness to the anxiousness and loneliness that lay underneath. Tsukishiro may not know what was riding with him, Touya decided then and there, but he certainly knew that there was a permanent barrier between himself and his new classmates. Tsukishiro, too, was in pain - a little like Touya, himself.
Much to Touya's chagrin, the teacher chose to sit Tsukishiro in an open desk diagonally in front of Touya, instead of the free desk at the back of the room. While it undoubtedly was in Tsukishiro's best interests to be placed so close to the teacher and the board, having Tsukishiro in Touya's direct line of sight was certainly not in his best interests. Touya heard only one word in three throughout English and almost missed his name being called to come to the board in Trigonometry, he was so distracted by the boy-angel. Worse yet, Touya had the distinct impression that, even with his back turned the new boy was very much aware that Touya was distracted, and was very much aware that he himself was the cause.
Touya had just told himself soothingly that at least Tsukishiro couldn't get any more distracting, when he felt a rush of wind engulf the classroom, and with a sinking feeling realized that the windows were closed and that the disembodied wind hadn't so much as rustled anyone's papers. With a displacement of spirit almost like a pop, Touya felt the rush of a beautiful, magenta aura brush against his, and tipped his face slightly to the right – trying to look like he was just shifting his weight after a long day of lessons – so that his mother could kiss him hello.
Touya-chan! She trilled happily, whirling around him a few times in a dizzying blur. I've missed you! I didn't realize how much time had passed – look how you've grown!
Touya desperately attempted to keep his face blank and his eyes staring straight ahead, fighting the temptation to follow the progress of his mother's flight around the room, or to open his arms and let her sweep him up in a hug. He hadn't seen her since Kaho had broken up with him, and the desire to be six years old again, safe in Nadeshiko's loving embrace, was almost over-powering.
How are you, darling? Are you learning a lot in school? Have you made any new friends? Are you taking care of Sakura and Fujitaka? Nadeshiko shot off in quick succession, completely unperturbed that her son could no more answer her or acknowledge her presence than he could lift himself off the ground and fly. I like this high school of yours better than that dreadful junior high, she continued merrily, floating up towards the ceiling to examine the window treatments. It's so much more cheerful – what's this?
Nadeshiko had caught sight of Tsukishiro. She circled him a few times, examining him from head to toe, and finally came to rest with her eyes mere inches away from Tsukishiro's own. Touya was treated to the extremely bizarre sight of his dead mother and the new boy-angel appearing to stare straight at each other, and shivered. Then Nadeshiko lifted her gaze, breaking the illusion, and Touya was relieved to see that Tsukishiro remained staring straight ahead, making no move to suggest he had just seen a ghost.
He must not have the Sight, Nadeshiko said, sounding disappointed. But he's obviously magical – hey, Touya! He looks a little like that older boy you had such a crush on the summer before last! She teased, almost making Touya choke on his own breath.
Touya tried to tell himself that no one could see or hear his mother. He tried to tell himself that crushes – even same-sex crushes – were completely normal and natural. He tried to tell himself that his mother was just pointing out a passing resemblance, rather than trying to suggest anything. No matter how much he tried, though, he couldn't stop the flaming blush that was spreading up his neck and across his cheeks, and he fervently hoped that no one would happen to look over and notice his discomfort.
Unfortunately for him – it was just one of those days – someone did notice, and that someone was none other than the Chemistry teacher, who decided that whatever was causing Touya to turn such an eye-catching shade of scarlet couldn't possibly have anything to do with Chemistry.
"Kinomoto," she said, a little sharply. "Please give the class your response to homework problem 4-A."
Startled, Touya spent an embarrassing ten seconds rifling through his work book to find the right page, the sympathetic smile the new boy shot him only making him flush darker. Luckily, Touya was good at chemistry, and luckier still he always did his homework. The teacher only made him respond and explain his answer to the one problem before turning her attention elsewhere, satisfied that her best student would keep his attention on the lesson for the rest of the hour.
With a sigh of relief, Touya turned back to check on his mother – and very nearly groaned aloud. While Touya had been preoccupied, Nadeshiko had turned her attention from the boy to the angel. His beautiful silver hair was already in knots from Nadeshiko's misguided ministrations, and to his horror, Nadeshiko now had both hands around one huge, feathered wing and was pulling it out, away from the angel's back, in order to get a better look at it.
I like this, she said happily, meeting Touya's eyes. His wings are just like mine! She continued to tug at the wing until she had it fully extended. From base to tip, it was almost six feet long, which meant that it was currently extended through two of Touya's classmates - neither of whom seemed to notice the presence of magical feathers tickling their innards.
Nadeshiko gave one last great heave on the wing, and then let it go with a giggle. Touya's mouth dropped open in unabashed horror as, with a thwack that Touya could feel from three feet away, the feathery mass crashed into the back of the sleeping form. The angel frowned and turned in his sleep – a gesture that was perfectly mirrored by Tsukishiro – and then seemed to relax back into his dreams. Touya let out a breath of air that he hadn't known he had been holding. The mirrored actions of the boy and the angel had proved to him that they really were one being with two faces. He had been fretting all day about what he would do if the new boy turned out to be possessed.
He seems nice, Nadeshiko said decisively, coming to hover just over her son's desk. A little sad and a little scared, but definitely nice. I want you to try to be his friend, okay?
Touya found himself nodding in spite of himself.
That's my boy, Nadeshiko smiled. She placed a reassuringly warm hand on his cheek. I'll come see you again sometime soon. We didn't really get a chance to talk this time, did we?
And with another small pop, she was gone. Touya raked a hand through his hair. He had known since childhood that death tended to accentuate a person's eccentricities, but nothing had ever brought it home to him as clearly as that.
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Their free period came at the very end of the day that day. Touya was using it as an opportunity to catch up on the Trig lesson that he had missed and to try to smooth his ruffled feathers. Halfway through his homework set, he was interrupted by the homeroom teacher calling him to the front of the room. Tekuuchi-sensei was standing by the door, deep in conversation with Tsukishiro, and Touya couldn't help but feel his heart race just a little as he walked over towards them.
"Kinomoto," Tekuuchi-sensei greeted him. "Tsukishiro tells me that his old school was a little behind where we are now in some subjects. As Academic Representative, I want you to help Tsukishiro get caught up."
Touya nodded his understanding. If he hadn't been so distracted all day, he probably would have thought of that and offered to help the boy himself.
"Thanks," Tsukishiro said shyly, giving him a little smile that Touya was pleased to see was almost sincere. "Um… I have some time after school today… can we go to the library after your club practice?"
Touya ran his hand through his hair, considering. "I don't have club practice today, actually," he mused, "but I do have to be home right away – my dad is out of town, and I have to baby-sit my little sister."
"Oh! I'm sorry," Tsukishiro stammered. "I shouldn't have assumed that you'd be able to help me today – yes, anytime this week is fine – anytime that you're free, that is -" Touya's heart went out to the anxious, well-meaning boy, and with his mother's words I want you to try to be his friend, okay? still ringing in his ears, he found himself offering,
"You can come home after school with me, as long as you don't mind my little sister hanging around."
Tsukishiro stopped speaking almost mid-sentence, and his mouth popped open in surprise. Then he grinned, real happiness and gratitude radiating off of him like heat. "If that's all right with you, that would be great!"
Touya was a little surprised at himself. Sakura had friends over routinely, but Touya had not yet opened his home to anyone outside of his family – not even to Kaho. The fact that he had invited Tsukishiro over after having known him for less than a day was almost unthinkable.
Nevertheless, Touya found himself enjoying their walk home. Tsukishiro, once he got over his stammering embarrassment, was quick, compassionate, and set people at ease. By the time they were half-way home, he had gotten Touya to laugh twice, and had even weaseled a few passable attempts at conversation out of the other boy.
"Hey," Tsukishiro said suddenly, interrupting himself mid-sentence as if he had just now remembered something of vital importance. "Can I ask you something?"
"…I guess," Touya replied.
"Why were you so distracted in class today? You don't strike me as the kind of guy who usually zones out during school."
"I saw my mother's ghost," Touya answered flatly. Touya regretted saying it almost immediately, as Tsukishiro stopped dead in surprise. Touya didn't even know why he had decided to be truthful – just, the outline of those silver-white wings that even now surrounded the other boy reminded him so much of his mother, and he had never yet told his mother a lie.
"What did she say?" Tsukishiro asked after a long moment, the expression in his tawny eyes unreadable.
"She said…" Touya heaved a sigh. If he had already told the boy the truth once, he wasn't going to think him any crazier for telling the truth again. "She told me that you seemed nice, and that I should try to be your friend." Touya half-held his breath and turned away, waiting for the other boy's reaction to that little declaration. What would it be? Touya wondered. A sympathetic smile, with a recommendation that he needed to get more sleep? A left jab straight to the eye? A nervous laugh, accompanied by a sudden just-remembered appointment?
After another ten seconds of awkward silence, Touya returned his eyes to the smaller boy, hoping it would jerk him out of his stunned surprise.
But it ended up being Touya who was shocked, as Tsukishiro met his gaze unblinkingly, his eyes alight from a dazzling, delighted smile - his second sincere one of the day.
"Then I'm very honored," Tsukishiro said, beginning to walk again. "I hope I live up to your mother's first impression." They continued the walk in silence, but it was no longer awkward. With his house in sight, Touya spoke.
"Hey, Tsukishiro… it's my sister's turn to cook dinner tonight, and she always cooks enough for ten, so if you want to stay for dinner…"
Tsukishiro's smile got, if possible, even wider. "I'd love to," he said happily. "But I hope you're telling the truth when you say she cooks for ten – I'm always surprising people with how much I eat."
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"Monster, I'm home!" Touya yelled as he pushed the front door wide, Tsukishiro trailing inside after him.
"I'm not a monster!" Tsukishiro heard a high-pitched, youthful voice shout. There was much stomping from down the hall, and a moment later a tiny, adorable, pink-ribboned third-grader with eyes as green as her brother's were blue burst into the entry way. "And Dad said you weren't allowed to tease me while he was away, or else you would be on clean-up duty for a week – oh…" Sakura had finally caught sight of Yukito. Her mouth hung open just a bit, and her bright eyes went wide. Her right fist, clenched in anger against her brother's teasing, slowly uncurled itself, and she brought both hands up to press against her suddenly over-heated cheeks. "Um…" she continued, embarrassed.
Tsukishiro, on his part, took one look at the adorable, blushing bundle, and found himself instantly smitten. He had no siblings or cousins, and had always wanted a little sister to spoil. Kneeling down so that their eyes were nearly level, he gave the girl an overly elaborate bow of introduction. She blushed deeper, returned the bow with a little curtsy of her own, and glued her eyes to the floor.
"Hello," Tsukishiro twinkled down at her. "Kinomoto-kun told me he had a little sister who would be treating me with dinner, but he didn't tell me how pretty she was." Since the little girl still refused to meet his eyes, he forced the fingers of his right hand under her chin and tipped her face up until they were looking directly at each other, their faces mere inches apart. "Will you tell me your name?" Tsukishiro murmured, smiling radiantly and softly, using his unoccupied left hand to tug the hem of the little girl's skirt out of her own grip, where she had been twisting it nervously.
"Uh – um… y-you can call me Sakura," she stammered, subconsciously reaching out and clasping the boy's hand in her own. Yukito glanced at Touya when he heard the name, his smile a little mischievous as he got the joke of their names. Touya didn't seem amused.
"Sakura, huh?" he asked. "Then you can call me Yukito."
"Hey, monster," Touya interrupted, before Sakura actually sprouted wings with her joy. "Give Tsukishiro his hand back now – he needs that. Tsukishiro, you'd better wash your hands – you never know what monsters do in their free time." Sakura flushed angrily, and let Yukito's hand drop as if it had burned her.
"I am not a monster!" she only half-shouted – it was a pretty good impression of dignity, actually, Yukito thought – before flouncing away, back to the kitchen.
"I wasn't joking about washing your hands, Tsukishiro," Touya called too-loudly after her. Yukito heard a loud "Hmph!" from down the hall, and clasped a hand over his mouth to stifle his giggle. "Here," Touya continued at a normal volume. "I'll take your coat. The dining room is right through there – we can work there until dinner." [1]
"Your sister is adorable," Yukito remarked when Touya came to join him in the dining room. Yukito already had his schoolwork laid out, a graphing spiral directly in front of him. Touya paused a moment, with his hand on the chair directly across from Yukito, and then lowered himself down carefully.
"Funny," he said quietly. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be the type to get off on third graders." Touya's voice was dark, velvety, and dangerous. Tsukishiro stopped what he was doing, slowly put down his pencil and looked up to meet Touya's eyes. Glittering predatorily from behind his mane of jet-black hair, Touya reminded him of nothing so much as a panther. Tsukishiro fought the urge to shiver.
Then, for the second time that day, Tsukishiro Yukito caught Touya completely off guard. A slow, secret smile spread across Tsukishiro's features. He raised one eyebrow, and then bent back down over his Trig homework as if he hadn't caught the implied threat in the other boy's voice. "Oh, my," he said, a small bubble of laughter working itself out of his throat along with his words. "Then I'd best be careful not to lead the poor dear on – her big brother's over-reaction might kill me if I made her cry. Don't you think, Kinomoto-kun?" Tsukishiro asked, as if he were talking about a stranger or remarking on the weather.
Touya blinked and tensed up, wondering if the other boy was issuing his own kind of threat. Then he caught Tsukishiro's conspiratorial wink, and relaxed. This was just… banter, he realized. Having lived with his mother for as long as he had, Touya could handle teasing.
"Quite," Touya agreed, deciding then and there that Tsukishiro's not-quite-platonic reaction to his little sister was just a by-product of the other boy's affectionate nature and didn't actually carry any of the sexual connotations that Touya's suspicious eyes had seen. His succinct declaration startling a laugh out of his classmate. "Hey," he continued suddenly. "You can call me Touya, okay?"
"All right, Touya-kun," Tsukishiro agreed.
"No," Touya shook his head. "Not 'Touya-kun' – just Touya."
It was lucky that Sakura burst in on them just then, saving Yukito from having to answer – he wasn't sure he would have been able to, past the sudden lump in his throat.
"Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes!" she said proudly. "Touya! Set the table! And I need help with my math homework after you do the dishes!"
"Yeah, yeah, little monster," he muttered under his breath as she bounced back into the kitchen. Yukito didn't bother trying to stifle his giggle any more.
"I can tell she likes bossing you around," Yukito remarked. Touya snorted. "I'll help you do the dishes," Yukito said. It was more a statement than an offer. "It's the least I can do."
"If you'd like," Touya replied. "What subject was it that you needed help with? You definitely understand the Trig better than me."
"Chem, actually," Yukito admitted. "At my old school we did Physics as second years and Chem as third years, so I'm miles behind – I didn't understand anything that we did today in class."
The evening, to Touya, seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Yukito was a bit of a genius, he quickly learned, and gobbled up information as if it were a fine delicacy. That being said, he worked too quickly to be truly accurate, and more than once Touya had to rein him back to correct a mistake – they made a good team.
Dinner was fun, too, Touya was surprised to note. He had been worried that Sakura's obvious crush would put a damper on things, but Yukito soon put her at ease, and the siblings were back to their easy squabbling in no time. Watching Yukito pretend to be fascinated by the trials and triumphs of an average third-grade school day, Touya couldn't help the warm, sentimental smile that began to spread across his features – and then quickly wiped his face clean when Yukito turned to give him a wink.
Just as Touya and Yukito were finishing clearing the dinner plates, the front door burst open.
"I'm home!" a deep, male voice called.
"Daddy! You're home early!" Yukito heard Sakura shriek. Touya smiled and hung his apron on the peg by the window, and reached out and plucked Yukito's from around his neck.
"Come and meet my father," Touya offered.
"Why are you still in you school uniform?" Fujitaka asked, surprised, as Touya turned the corner into the entry-way.
"Because Touya brought a friend over to play!" Sakura chirped. Yukito turned into the steadily shrinking entry-way and bit back a true laugh – Sakura was standing on her father's feet, her arms wrapped around his legs like a vise.
"Really?" Fujitaka asked, startled. Catching sight of Yukito, he seemed to remember his manners. "I mean – ahem. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Touya's dad. Please call me Fujitaka."
"Tsukishiro Yukito," Yukito bowed, turning on one of his dazzlingly sunny smiles. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
"Care to join us for dessert?" Fujitaka offered, holding up a white plastic bag that he had managed, with the ease of long practice, to keep safe from Sakura's attack. "I stopped by the bakery on my way home – I got strawberry cake."
"Yay!" Sakura cheered, and whirled into the kitchen to grab the dessert plates.
"Touya, Yukito, please sit down," Fujitaka smiled, waving them into the family room. "I'll help Sakura," Fujitaka assured his son, who seemed to be about to protest. Yukito put a friendly hand on Touya's arm, and that decided it. He went with Yukito without a fuss.
Fujitaka and Yukito were evenly matched, Touya realized as the four of them ate their cake. Both were calm, cheerful, polite people, and by the time their second helpings had been devoured, Touya could tell that Fujitaka had claimed Yukito as an extension of the family.
"You'll have to come again sometime soon," Fujitaka said firmly to Yukito as Sakura raced to clear the plates as quickly as possible. "It was wonderful having you over."
Taking his cue, Yukito stood. "Thank you very much for having me," he said formally. "I hope I will see you in the near future. I should probably get going though," this he said to Touya. "I live with my grandparents, and I should definitely get home before they turn out the lights, or else they'll worry."
Touya stood and walked Yukito to the entry-way, feeling, for some reason, a little forlorn now that he would be leaving.
"Yuki," Touya called suddenly when the other boy was already half-way out the door. Fujitaka, watching from the other room, raised his eyebrows at the familiar nick-name. "Want me to walk you part of the way home?"
Yuki stopped and turned back, genuinely surprised. A slow smile, one that Touya hadn't yet seen, one of excitement, anticipation, and patience played across the boy's lips.
"I'll be fine, Touya," he scolded softly. Touya found his own mouth curving up in a mirror image of Yukito's. "But I'll see you tomorrow morning. I'll meet you at the corner."
Touya nodded, Yuki waved and called his last good-byes to Sakura, then stepped through the door and shut it after him. Fujitaka came to join Touya, still standing in the entry-way and staring at the door, looking a little lost.
"How long have you known Yukito-kun?" Fujitaka asked him curiously.
"I just met him today," Touya replied absently. "He's a transfer student."
Fujitaka blinked. "What?"
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Author's Notes:
Thank you to my wonderful reviewers, and a SPECIAL thanks to everyone who put this story on their story alert! I reloaded the first chapter, marking with a [1] the part that I edited. I decided that as it was originally, there was not enough reason for Touya to jump on Yuki, so I made Yuki seem a little bit more like a creeper. That part is still bothering me, so if you have any additional suggestions, let me know! I'll see what I can do!
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