This will take all night, Yuki thought as he began to dig through the enormous landslide. Oh well, Honda-san needs her clothing. And her mother.
He was baffled by the way Honda-san admired her mother so much. Was there anything, if his mother died, that he could say about her and be proud of? Mothers made Honda-san and Yuki feel two different ways.
What an odd girl; living in a tent and always talking to a picture of her dead mother.
He pulled a school uniform blouse out of the dirt and threw it in a bag. A rat handed him her homework, and struggled with a textbook.
"Let me take that from you," Yuki said, lifting the heavy book off the small animal.
Thank you, the rat murmured, and went back to work.
"Oh, no, thank you," Yuki replied, putting the dirty objects in the bag.
Akito will be so peeved when he learns she's living with us. I'll just tell him, "This is my life, I'll live with whoever I want!" He sighed, knowing full well he'd never say that. But still, to hear what the main house has to say…
He dug out a dark blue dress and a white shoe. Two rats handed him a small, dirty object, and Yuki lifted it to see what it was. Small, cloth…
"Ahh!" Yuki yelped, and flicked it in the bag. They were her, her under things, and his fingers were right where…right where her, erm, you know went.
Oh, the humiliation.
"Maybe I should have let Shigure help me," Yuki said dryly, waiting for the embarrassment to lessen, "he would have loved that." He paused to think. "No, I take that back. Shigure would be awful."
He found the other white shoe, another textbook, and the picture of Honda-san's mother. A rat touched his knee, offering a sock and another small piece of dirty cloth.
When he planned on digging out Honda-san's things, he didn't quite realize that meant every item. Curse my naïveté.
Yuki tilted the bag sideways so the rat could get in easily. "Just put it in there yourself," he said, weary and uncomfortable.
Yuki reached for a strap, a tank top, and unearthed it. It wasn't a tank top, but a bra. I should have known, he thought with red cheeks. Two of his fingers held on to the least amount of fabric possible as he flung it into the bag.
After encountering seven more pairs of underwear and five more bras, Yuki didn't believe he would ever feel more awkward and uncomfortable as he did now.
Four rats carried a box towards him, and he read the label. Tampax tampons.
Oh, the mortification.
You must think I'm the biggest pervert in the world...maybe I am (wink wink).
When Yuki showed up in the morning with Tohru's things, I imediately wondered how he felt pulling out her underwear and stuff (I swear, my head wasn't in the gutter). I mean, Tohru doesn't seem like the kind of person to, um, "let it all hang out", if you know what I mean.