Many who approached the Sohma household would automatically assume that a charming group of wealthy individuals who loved each other lived there. However, this was not often the case, as directly proven by Kyo and Yuki Sohma. But not on this day. Today was unusually quiet. Both had locked themselves into solitude for most of the morning and only came out when the smell of food and the aching of their stomach beckoned them to the kitchen, where Tohru Honda would often be found bustling about the kitchen making numerous dishes for the household.
Kyo, having made several paintings, put down his paintbrush, wiped his forehead, and hid the canvases, concealing his hidden pleasure. Why, do you ask, would he want to keep this a secret? Well, most of his drawings used mostly grey, beige, and pink, and portrayed the image of a young teen. Why was he so intrigued by this boy's face? He scarcely knew himself.
Lost in his thoughts, he had forgotten to put his most recent painting away from prying eyes. It portrayed The Prince standing in the rain, decked in a traditional kimono, holding himself, trying to shelter himself from the cold. He also did not notice the soft sound of socked feet thumping on the wooded floor. His bedroom door slid open, and he stuffed it under his bed hurriedly.
Yuki stepped into the room, a tray of tea in his hands, looking rather sad.
"Yeah, what do you want, rat?" He said, returning to his normal self.
"I made some tea. But if you're going to be like that… well then I'll just fuck off!" Yuki placed the tray on the ground in front of Kyo's room before racing back down the hall and slamming the door on his own bedroom.
Kyo watched him go and pondered to himself why Yuki was being so sensitive… as well as why he had made him tea. But, nevertheless, he picked up the tea and took a sip, savoring the taste in his mouth. He tasted herbs, water, and… salt? Why would Yuki put salt in tea? Unless… Yuki's eyes did look quiet red when he had entered his room, so maybe he had been crying. Kyo stood up, and noticed there were two cups on the tray. Good, now he had a reason to visit Yuki.
He padded softly down the old hall and stopped at Yuki's door, tray in hand, and his legs shaking. Why was he so nervous? He'd been to the rat's room loads of times. Why was it so different now?
Knocking softly at the door, he waited for Yuki's reply.
"Who is it?" He heard the prince stifle back a sob. Kyo felt a heavy weight at the bottom of his stomach.
"It's Kyo…"
Footsteps were heard as Yuki approached the door and opened it. A red-rimmed, teary-eyed teen came into view behind the door. He opened it fully, beckoning Kyo to enter. Kyo did so. The prince sat down on his bed once more, holding his hand up to cover his mouth, and sniffed loudly, trying to hide a sob. Kyo approached him cautiously, pulling him close to him and half hugging him.
"Shh… It's all right… What's wrong?" He said, letting go to avoid further blackmail.
"T-Tohru…. Has a boyfriend…!" He said, gripping the soft cloth of Kyo's shirt. He knew Yuki liked her a lot, and pitied him greatly.
"Well, I brought you the tea you gave me… I don't really like tea. I'm gonna go take a bath." Kyo got up and reluctantly pushed the rat off. Yuki let his arms drop without much protest, and watched with a broken frown as Kyo walked out of his room, muttering to himself.
'He doesn't care at all…' Yuki thought as another sob worked its way up his throat, to come lurching out of his throat as his last meal. He ran to the bathroom, and held his hair out of his face as he spit out the contents of his mouth. He felt a swirling feeling overcome his mind, and promptly blacked out as his head collided with the porcelain bowl.