The Cursed

Prologue

A lone teenage boy kneeled at the entrance of a room. He was here on a mission. He was in love. Nothing could have stopped him from seeking this meeting.

Not Shigure or his arch rival.

Not common sense or sense of self preservation.

He was going to be a senior and time was short.

If he was going to date Tohru Honda then he had to do it and soon, preferably now.

Akito may say no and be angry but that was a chance he was willing to take. He could survive Akito's wrath and had done so in the past.

He couldn't live knowing he hadn't even had the courage to ask, that he hadn't even tried to be with the one who made him feel so . . . normal.

For her, he would risk being yanked back into the main house, and for her, he would risk never being able to leave Akito's side again.

The door of the room swung open slowly.

"Yuki," a voice of black velvet rubbed the rat's nerves raw, "Come in, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?"

The youth entered the room and shut the door.

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