A/N: Here's another Nabari no Ou story for you guys. I love Yukimi and Yoite, so of course I wrote about them again.
This was an idea I had a while ago and just now got around to writing. It turned out different than I was expecting, but I think it's still good. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Nabari no Ou or its characters.
Summary: Yoite storms out after a fight and Yukimi is left wondering if the boy will come back.
Rated T for mild language. Complete.
I don't even remember what we starting arguing about, but it soon turned into a heated discussion.
Yoite was in a bad mood and I had just gotten back from writing a review on some dingy restaurant downtown and both of our foul attitudes just didn't mix well.
I usually try not to yell at him too much, because I feel bad for the kid and all (plus it gives me a headache) but I just sort of snapped.
I don't quite remember what I said, and I don't really want to. I know that I crossed the line and said something I shouldn't have and I didn't mean to.
I'll never understand how people can raise kids. I mean, I can't even deal with one damn teenager and he's not even really mine to be responsible for.
Anyway, whatever I said pissed him off so he stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door behind him. I was still yelling after he was gone. Multiple profanities flew out of my mouth and I'm glad he wasn't there to hear them.
I really didn't mean any of what I said.
Once I realized he was gone, a little part of me got worried about whether or not he would come back. I thought about going after him, but I ended up staying right where I was: standing in the center of the living room, staring at the door.
He'd be back. I knew he would. I mean, Yoite had no where else to go and it was already dark outside. I bet he didn't even go far. He was probably standing outside by the street, waiting for me to cool down so he could come back in.
He knew me too well. That damn kid knew that I didn't mean what I said. He knew that I was sorry even though I hadn't apologized.
After a few minutes of standing there, I went into the kitchen and made a pitcher of hot lemon cider for him. It was cold outside.
When the door finally opened and Yoite shuffled back in, I was sitting at my computer, typing up an article. I didn't look at him, but I could tell he was ashamed of his actions. I didn't bring up what had happened earlier.
He walked over to the couch and sat down, his whole body shivering.
That damn kid ran out with no coat or scarf. For god's sake, he even left his shoes.
I stood up, went into the other room, and brought back a blanket and a cup of lemon cider. He draped the blanket over his shoulders and took the cider with shaking hands.
I mumbled an apology before returning to my work. He knew I didn't mean what I had said, but I just wanted to be sure.
I'm just dreading that one day when he runs out and doesn't come back. The time when I don't say sorry and regret it for the rest of my life.
Until then, I'll continue making lemon cider for when he comes back.
Because, so far, he has always come back.