Story line's going to move on sort of quick. This isn't gonna have way too much to do with Yuki and Kakeru's coming to be together. It has more to do with the results.

And this is Yun-Yun's perspective again…I didn't even realize it when I started this chapter, but I did it again…I still think it's good, though. I relate to Yuki really well (similar issues. Minus the insane transvestite.), so I guess it's just easy for me to write about him. Anyway, this one's more on his thoughts while it's all happening. Prior to the last chapter that sounded like a future-Yuki narrating.

I only got two reviews for my last chapter, but, hey, I've fuelled on less. I just hope some people will start reading! I don't sit in front of the computer, listing to "Back to Black" repeatedly so I can write this serious shit for nothing! (that song gets my depressing gears grinding) Well, actually, I do it because I'm really bored and trying to distract myself from my craving of poptarts…but still! –sigh- anyways, please review and please enjoy!

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"I didn't mean to say it! It just…came out. It's like… word vomit…" Cady-Mean Girls.

I was trying to run away.

"Yuki! What the hell?" he panted half a block behind me. We were two streets from the school.

I was trying so hard to run away from him. He kept following me. I didn't know why…I must have looked crazy, just running off like that. But when he kept asking who it was, it really did just push me over the edge.

I couldn't stand it. I was so close to telling him the truth. It was so tempting to say "It's you" like in one of those stupid movies…it was on the tip of my tongue. I could feel it. In my stupid head, I had a small dream of him saying similar things back to me.

A small vision…of happiness. It made me feel worse. I wasn't supposed to feel this way about him. It wasn't supposed to happen. It was unnatural. I'm just a stupid weirdo. And, what would he think if he knew I was thinking about him like that? He would think I was a freak…he'd be disgusted…he'd despise me…I couldn't stand the thought of that. Of him hating me like that.

If he were to hate me like that…I really would have killed myself. That would have been the final straw, no doubt.

A part of me that was still fighting wanted to tell him. It wanted me to tell him how I felt. I kept telling it no, but it was winning…I almost felt like I had tell him.

And, so, I ran.

And ran.

And ran.

I wanted to run away from all of those feelings. I wanted to make them just go away. I wanted to get away from him. I wanted to shut myself away from him.

Don't speak to me…please, don't…don't hate me…I'll die.

But, he followed me.

And followed me.

And followed me.

He wouldn't just leave me alone. And that made me like him more. Which made me run faster. It scared me. I didn't know of people like him…who would stay, who would be there…who wouldn't give up on me.

He scared the living shit out of me.

I didn't understand at all why he didn't just let me run off like the nut-job I was. Why wouldn't he leave me alone?

Why don't you leave me? Just leave me alone!

In truth, I couldn't stand the idea of him leaving my life, either. But I thought I deserved it. Or rather, he didn't deserve someone like me being around him. He could find better people than me. It was all really confusing…and the only solution I could find was to keep them all away from me. Especially him.

But…as I kept running, he started catching up to me. I was getting slower. And he wasn't.

"Yuuukiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Why are you running?" he yelled only paces behind me.

I was getting light-headed…I hardly knew what I was saying.

"Because of you!"

"What did I do? Did I upset Princess?" It amazed me how he would still joke. In his own obnoxious way, though, he was concerned. He was still trying to help me.

And so I tried to run faster.

But the faster I tried to run, the slower I got. I felt like I was drowning. The more I struggled to get to the surface, the farther down I went. Down to the murky depths of the truth.

If I didn't get to the surface soon, I would suffocate.

"What did I ever do to you?" he yelled more quietly, since he wasn't that far back from me.

"You wouldn't go away!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

I was jogging now. He was right beside me.

"I…I…" the truth was trying to come up from me again. But I couldn't run any faster.

"You…you…" he mimicked.

I can't tell him! Don't tell him. It'll ruin everything…he'll hate me…he'll despise me. I'm disgusting…

"I…" I was walking now.

"You…?"

"I have to sit down," I breathed as soon as I got to a bench.

And he, of course, sat down right next to me.

"Are you seriously that tired from just a couple blocks?" he asked me.

"I have bronchitis."

"Then why'd you run this far, idiot?!?" he asked.

"I would have only run out of the school, but you kept following me," I replied.

"What's wrong with you, man? Why did you just run off like

that?"

"Because…I don't know. I guess I'm just 'out of it' today."

I wouldn't let the truth surface itself.

I could tell from his face that he wanted to accept that as an excuse. He wanted to say that was good enough.

But he knew it wasn't the truth. He knew there was more than that, I think.

"Come on. No normal person just has crazy days like that."

"You're right…I suppose a normal person wouldn't," I said, getting up and starting to walk away.

And he, of course, tried to follow me.

"Please…don't come any closer."

This time he stopped following me and turned around. I could hear his footsteps going in the other direction.

Good. Just stay away from me. I don't care if you think I'm crazy, as long as you stay away from me

When I was walking home that day, the sunset was beautiful. Just beautiful. It kind of made me laugh a little bit. If I had told him how I felt when I was talking to him, that sunset would have been the perfect touch.

It made me laugh a lot. If he wasn't a boy, it would have been perfect. It was that ironic "Life's a Bitch" type of humor.

I laughed all the way home.

Once I got home, there was someone who had apparently been waiting for me.

"Yukiiiiiiiiii! Moon of my stars, sun of my sky, light to the-

"Hello, Ayame."

"Yuki? Why so solemn?" he asked.

"Is it that surprising?" Kyo asked from his place at the table, stuffing his mouth with rice.

"He has a point, Yuki. You've been even more boring than usual. Not at all to my entertainment," Shigure said, also at the table.

"Yes, I simply had to come when I heard my little flower wasn't smiling," Ayame said, still with that goofy smile on his face.

" 'my little flower wasn't smiling'? How does a flower smile?" I asked, obviously avoiding the real subject at hand.

"It matters not!" he exclaimed "Let us go for a walk!"

"I'll heat up your dinner when you return, Yuki-kun!" Tohru yelled from the kitchen.

"Thanks, Honda-san!" I replied.

I really didn't want to "go for a walk", especially since we practically live in the woods, but Ayame was basically yanking me out the door.

He took the clearest path there was and dragged me down it by the arm.

"What is it you want to talk about with me? More importantly, why did you come?"

"I'm partially here because Shigure tells me you've been reeeaally depressing lately, which hints that you've been depressed. Hence 'my little flower hasn't been smiling'. I must cheer you up! My other all-important reasoning regards the curse. Yuki-kun, you're at that age now where you'll want to start dating."

Ugh…if only you knew who I wanted to date…

"Right…and?"

"Have you given any consideration to your sexual orientation?"

"Are you asking me if I'm…gay?"

Am I that easy to read?

"No. I'm asking you if you've considered being gay."

"How can one 'consider' being gay?"

"I just want you to know that if you were gay, I would be accepting. As always! And…I want to make sure that you would be accepting of yourself."

"Um…thanks. I'm really not gay…but, isn't that just a little random?"

His face got serious, but he was still smiling.

"No. Not at all. I think it's relevant, in fact."

"Relevant to what, exactly?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I believe you know what, Yuki. Well, boy or girl, is there..anyone special you've been thinking about?"

"Yes…there is." I didn't know why I was telling him this. I guess I knew he had some sort of reason for questioning, other than curiosity. I wanted to see if he had a solution.

"Ah, I see…Well, I just wanted to tell you that the curse doesn't have to hold you back. You can get around it, if you were to be in a relationship with someone." He still wasn't using any specific gender roles…he hadn't believed me.

"I see…well, thank you."

"May I suggest…that you tell this person you have feelings of romanticism?"

I couldn't say anything. The thought sickened me.

"No matter!" he said, waving his hand, " Right now, we shall return and play joyous board games!"

"Board games?" Does he think I'm five or something?

"To put you in high spirits, of course!"

"I'm not in low spirits to begin with."

"Then we'll do it for some brotherly bonding!"

"Thanks, but-

He'd yanked me back to the house before I could say anything else.

And so, for the rest of the night we played board games. Well…after a little bit, I doped Kyo into playing Ayame so I could go to bed. But it was still a little fun.

"No. Not at all. I think it's relevant, in fact."

Ayame really is a mind-reader. But…am I really…gay?

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Well, there we have it! I truly hope you enjoyed, and I truly hope you review! I worked on that for a couple hours out of pure boredom. That means I've listened to "Back to Black" 24 times…gah! Yours who must now go eat because she wrote right past lunchtime and is starving,

Psycho Sombrero.