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SyaoronxYuui Addition
If one was to describe him, most would just say "He is who he is." It would be hard to tie the boy down with words. He was serious, calm, collected and, at times, seemed almost sneaky. He was soft-spoken, speaking only when necessary and didn't seem to care what people thought of him. But people still could not describe him. Even when asked about his own personality, he'd always respond with a simple "You'll have to wait and see." People waited but they never saw.
Though what they did see was the boy's talent. The boy could do many things and whatever he did, he did well. He got excellent grades, was one of the basketball club's most brilliant players and was one of the best in kyudo, second only to Doumeki. Of course, he was by no means perfect – no one was – it was just that nobody saw any of his flaws. He kept everything locked up inside like a bird in a cage. Or perhaps a fox in chains.
At least, that was how he perceived him. Yuui was not one that could easily be lead around with an invisible carrot dangling in front of his nose. This boy was an expert in leading people around in circles. It wasn't like he was cruel about it though, he just seemed to be highly amused be people's reactions to him. Especially his brother. Yuui knew all of this but that was it. Other than the boy's cryptic nature, no one knew anything about him. Even his own twin only had a vague grasp of his true character.
Syaoron was truly a mysterious person. One that Yuui planned to crack.
Of course, the young teacher was doing it purely out of a desire to make sure all his students were doing well. It was his job, after all. The way things were, Syaoron could come to be in bad shape and everyone would be none the wiser. It just wouldn't do. Not one student of his could go on without someone to confide in the way this boy seemed to be.
Yuui convinced himself of this so thoroughly that he didn't realize he was bullshitting himself. This brunet boy had intrigued the blond man and he was going to do whatever it took to find out why. If only he had taken the boy's sneaky nature into account.
"Oh? Yuui-sensei has taken an interest in me?" Syaoron raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.
"I'm only worried that you feel you have no one to confide in," Yuui responded with a slight nervous hitch. He hoped the boy wouldn't hear it.
"Confide in, eh?" he mused, more to himself than to the teacher. Said teacher decided he didn't like the glint that appeared in those amber eyes.
He tilted his head at head at him. "Alright, but on one condition"
"What is it?"
"Dig me a grave that's ten feet deep and a mile wide." When Yuui opened his mouth to say something to that, Syaoron raised a hand to stop him. "Build me a bridge that does not span a river. Dance to the song that has long been forgotten. Take the flight of the raven in a chilly breeze. And when all is done when the violet moon is full-" He smirked. "Well, we'll see."
Then he left, leaving behind one very confused teacher.
~-~-~-~
Certainly that had been an odd request and it had caused Yuui to think it over thoroughly. Surely Syaoron did not say tee words in a literal manner, they would be impossible to accomplish if that were the case. Unless that was his intention. Give him something that no one could do and keep him out. But the tone of his voice made Yuui think that Syaoron actually believed all those things could be achieved. He really was a strange boy.
"Still thinking it over?" a familiar voice questioned almost mockingly.
Yuui jumped at the unexpected intrusion to his musings. He looked up, blue eyes meeting amber orbs. Syaoron. And he was smirking.
"Sy-Syaoron-kun," the man stuttered, still not fully recovered from his initial shock. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
"I am." He placed his books on the table and sat down. Propping up his elbows while lacing his fingers together, he rested his chin on his interlocked digits and set a burning gaze on the older male. "I just happened to see the cooking teacher sitting all by himself and felt like asking for some advice on how to properly make French cuisine."
Yuui regarded him for a moment before switching his stare to look around the large library. It seemed that Class C had their study hall this period today. He noticed Himawari and Sakura quite a few tables away, cheerfully yet quietly going over some sort of problem among a group of girls. His cool stare returned to the boy in front of him.
"What, might I ask, does French food have to do with this?" he asked calmly, probing him with his eyes.
Syaoron tilted his head in thought. "Hmm, it's the next thing we're working on," he mused, again more to himself than the teacher.
This caused him to blink in surprised confusion. He had, in fact, wanted to teach his students about French dishes. He even had most of the lessons planned out. But how did this boy know? Yuui hadn't actually told any of them about it. Had he gone through the teacher's desk when he wasn't around? If he had, Yuui would- The thought stopped as realization hit him. It was obvious. He had probably asked Fai.
"Do you always spend your study hall like this?"
"Since you usually spend your off-periods in the cooking room, I can hardly spend mine like this, now can I?"
So not only did the young student know about his lesson plans, he also figured out his work schedule. Why did Yuui suddenly feel like he was losing?
"I see," he stated shortly, a hint of annoyance in his voice. That smirk was beginning to bug him.
Syaoron almost sighed; it was more like an exhale of breath. "He still hasn't figured the riddle out," he muttered.
Yuui quirked an eyebrow. "So it is a riddle."
"Of course." That smirk transformed into a devilish grin. "Unless you want me to mean it literally."
"Uhh… no." There had to be something wrong with this child.
"Shame," he frowned in mock disappointment. Something seriously wrong with him.
The bell rang, signaling the end of that period. Yuui sighed, disappointed. Wait, disappointed? Odd. What reason did he have to feel this way? His face scrunched up in confusion.
"Chemistry" Syaoron commented, again startling the teacher. Yuui assumed he meant that was his next class. "Take care of my brother." Then he left in the same manner as the other day.
Yuui sighed, remembering that he did indeed have Class B next. Syaoran's class. That would be a little awkward considering what he'd been talking about with his twin. But then, the pair were so drastically different personality wise so he should be fine. Though, who was he kidding?
~-~-~-~
Yuui collapsed into a chair in the little kitchen/dinning room of the apartment he shared with his brother. Ever since Syaoron had first given him that blasted riddle, he'd been racking his brain for the answer. He wasn't coming up with one. There had to be a reason for such a hard riddle but all he came up with was that it was to keep him out. However, that didn't add up with how Syaoron acted about it, like he knew Yuui could figure it out. It was all just too confusing.
"Hey, Yuui, Kuro-pu is going out tonight so you'll be eating alone," Fai's voice said from somewhere close by.
The cooking teacher jumped at the abrupt sound. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. "Ah, yeah. Okay," he stuttered in reply.
Fai frowned at him. "Yuui… you've been rather distracted lately. Are you alright?" He walked up to his brother and put a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. "Hmm…" he breathed when he found nothing wrong. The he gasped in delight, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Don't tell me Yuui-chan's found LOVE~!"
At this, Yuui's face turned the brightest shade of red it would go. He stared at Fai with wide-eyes and mouth flapping like a fish as he tried to find the words to speak. "Wha- you- that- is- NO!" he finally shrieked in horror.
The chemistry teacher simply goggled. "Waah~! Yuui-cutie's in denial~!"
The younger blond could only gape at him. Where on Earth had he gotten an idea like that? Love? Impossible. No way in hell would he ever be associated with such a concept. He was only trying to get close to Syaoron because he was worried about the boy and- Why had Syaoron popped into his thoughts at that moment?
He shook his head to clear his mind. He turned a stern face to his brother. "Fai," he began solemnly. "That has nothing to do with anything."
The grin on the man's face told Yuui that Fai didn't believe him. "Whatever you say, Yuui."
He scrawled at him. How exactly had he put up with this for all these years? He wasn't entirely sure anymore. Abruptly, something Fai had said earlier registered in his head. "Wait, you said Kurogane-san was eating out so I'd be by myself but you never mentioned what you'd be doing."
Fai giggled, covering his mouth with a hand to hide his mischievous smile. "Well, it would be too sad if Kuro-mii was all by himself."
In other words, he was tagging along uninvited. Yuui sighed, feeling slightly sorry for the brunet but knowing he probably wouldn't mind despite all the shouting he would do as a result. A headache was beginning to form in his skull.
"Well, I'll be off then~!" the hyper-active blond declared as he danced towards the front door. Yuui, for once, was glad that his brother had left. Now he could get some peace and quiet and not* think about what his brother had said. He had a more important matter to occupy his mind.
"Oh, and Yuui!" his twin called from his place in the doorway.
"What is it, Fai?"
"Don't forget about the Mayfly of Love~!" And then he was gone.
Yuui sat there for a moment, leaning back to stare at the closed door. Then he smack a hand against his face. His twin really knew how to spoil a peaceful evening.
~-~-~-~
When Sunday arrived, Yuui decided to head to the local library. He felt the need to clear his head and reading a good book could definitely do that. Besides, he might find a clue to that damned riddle. For the life of him, he couldn't figure it out and it was starting to get to him. It was making him think that even Syaoron had no clue as to what he had said. He'd probably just come up with it on the spot. If there was an actual meaning he bet it would have taken the student quite some time to put it together. And he was pretty sure that the boy hadn't known of his intentions before he'd spoken them. Good thing he was going to the library then.
For the moment, Yuui decided to look through the cook books. Some might criticize his choice but he was always interested in finding new recipes. Plus, if he found any good ones, he could teach them to his classes. He was always a practical thinker. The cooking teacher also pondered the thought of looking at the music books. He hadn't played the piano in a while and he was thinking starting again, though he wasn't sure if the library had any music sheets he didn't already have. It was worth a shot anyway.
Then a certain book caught his attention. It wasn't that the title was particularly interesting nor was the shade of deep grey all that eye-catching. It was this book was obviously out of place among those dedicated to the culinary arts. Someone had definitely put it back in the wrong spot but he couldn't fathom how. If he remembered correctly, the place where this book belonged was nowhere near the cooking section. So who could make such a mistake?
Still, it intrigued him so he picked it up and examined the cover. Death of a Culture: The Symbols ofMythological Afterlives was what the sprawling letters spelled out. Yuui stared at it for a moment then, for some unfathomable reason, began to flip through it. It wasn't actually a subject he was interested in but the desire to at least scan through it gnawed at him.
His fingers stopped dead as his eyes fell upon one specific entry. It was on ravens. Without fully realizing it, he started to read.
"In some cultures, the raven and, to a greater extent, crows were believed to be messengers of death. At times they even carried the souls of the deceased into the underworld…"
The words bounced around in his head, gluing themselves to his brain. Yuui frowned, thinking back to what Syaoron had said.
Take the flight of the raven in a chilly breeze.
Did "flight of the raven" refer to the "messenger of death"? "Chilly breeze" could mean death as the subject was often associated with the cold. So perhaps what it was really talking about was passing on into the next life.
The connection clicked together inside his mind and Yuui stared sightlessly at the book in horror. Was Syaoron telling him to die? No, he couldn't be. It had to be a metaphor or something. And it had to be the same with the other things as well. Now that he had a clue, he had to pursue it.
Snapping the book shut with a small 'thump', Yuui headed to the front desk to check the book out.
~-~-~-~
Their next encounter happened in the cooking room.
"You seem happier today, Yuui-sensei," Syaoron's voice materialized from nowhere.
This time the blond was composed enough that he didn't jump at the sound. However, he did spin around sharply with wide eyes. He swore the boy was going to give him a heart attack.
"Syaoron-kun…" He blinked at him. "You're supposed to be in class." Was that all he really had to say?
The student calmly approached the teacher, face neutral. "I told Kurogane-sensei that I had something important to discuss with you. He let me come." It occurred to Yuui that perhaps Syaoron wasn't as sneaky as he initially believed. He just knew what things would get the reactions he was looking for. Yuui didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad one.
"And what 'important thing' would warrant getting out of class?"
A slight smile crossed his lips as he regarded him. "Have you figured it out yet?"
It took the cooking teacher a few moments to realize what he meant. Crossing his arms, he gave off a smirk of his own. "I have a clue."
Syaoron raised an eyebrow, as if he was surprised that he had admitted to only having a clue. "And what might that be?"
Yuui gestured for him to sit down and pulled a chair up for himself at the counter. "The raven," he began. "The messenger of death. What you said about ravens means somebody died."
"Do you know what it is?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you know who it is that died?"
He frowned. "I'm not sure what you mean."
The boy tilted his head at the man, eyes containing disappointment. "Then who's the grave for?" Yuui blinked at him.
Dig me a grave that's ten feet deep and a mile long.
"Who needs a grave that big?" he murmured, putting an elbow on the counter and rubbing his chin in thought.
"Who indeed," Syaoron spoke as he leaned back and crossed his legs.
Eyebrows furrowed in thought, Yuui pondered over the line. He supposed the size of the grave truly didn't matter. Maybe it was out if respect? Historically, those in power generally made huge buildings and statues to fluent their control. But this didn't have the feel of the rich. So maybe…
"A lover?" he asked expectantly, eying the boy before him.
The smile he gave was that of a teacher proud of his student. How ironic.
"My, you're doing better than I thought, sensei," Syaoron replied.
Yuui grinned. "So it's a deceased lover.: He paused, narrowing his eyes at the student. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"
Syaoron laughed, "It means that's two out of five. And if I leave now, I should be able to catch the last bit of gym class."
"Huh?" He checked the clock. Was that really the right time? He hadn't realized they had been talking for so long. "Ah, yes, you should go."
The boy rose and wandered over to the door. Before exiting, he glanced back towards the teacher. "I look forward to seeing how this ends, Yuui-sensei."
Yuui simply stared after him, wondering for the thousandth time what he was up to.
~-~-~-~
The cooking teacher eyed his chopsticks. It wasn't like he couldn't use them, his specialty was food, he just found them a little hard to use at times. Though he was by no means as bad as Fai but coming from Italy did mean he was better at using a fork and knife. Not that it was important, he didn't really know why he was thinking about it in the first place. Nobody truly cared about such trivial information. At least it was relaxing. It took his mind off of more complex things with its simplicity. Picking up his chopsticks, he began digging into his lunch.
"Ah, so there you are, Yuui-sensei," came the mischievous voice of a certain woman.
Yuui turned, chopsticks still in his mouth, to see Yuuko… climbing in through the window. As usual.
"Yuuko-sensei, I have to ask/ Why do you always come in through the window?"
"Ahh? Not even a hello?" she pouted, seating herself elegantly on a chair and propping her feet on the table. "I'm hurt, Yuui-sensei. And here I thought I'd come keep you company." She gestured to the empty teacher's lounge to empathize her point.
He gave her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Yuuko-sensei. How are you today?"
She brightened considerably at that. "I'm fantastic! Though I hear you're having a bit of trouble yourself."
"Trouble?" he questioned in confusion. What was she talking about?
Yuuko swung her legs off the table and leaned towards the young man. She patted his hand. "I know how tough this time can be. Just remember there are people here for you."
Now she had him completely lost. "Um, Yuko-sensei? What are you talking about?"
The beautiful woman sighed dreamily and Yuui decided he didn't like that look in her eyes. "Don't worry about a thing, it happens to everyone."
"What does?" he asked as he took a sip of tea.
"Why, falling in love, of course."
He sputtered, spraying hot liquid everywhere. Thankfully, none got on the headmaster. "That-what-you-is- NO!" he stuttered, blushing fiercely as he tried to state how impossible that was. He didn't succeed.
"Ah, what's this? Is Yuui-sensei in denial?"
His face couldn't get any redder. "Yuuko-sensei!"
She smiled in a troublesome way. "My, I didn't know a face could get that bright. It's a lovely shade of red."
"It is not!"
Her laugh ran throughout the room. "Oh come now, just admit it. We all know it's true," she whispered in a scandalous tone.
"I won't because it isn't!" he retorted in a pitch that was just a tad too high. Wait… all? But there was only two who- His eyes turned dangerous. "Did Fai set you up to this?"
"Now now, it's nothing like that. It's only natural that we'd be worried about you. Falling in love can be difficult."
The anger drained out if him. He should have known they would do something like this. At least they weren't advertising it around the school. Yet. He sighed. "I'm not in love, Yuuko-sensei."
She pouted. "Ohh! You're not being fun!" Yuuko picked up a nearby cup and shoved it at him. "Poor me some tea," she ordered despite the fact that the teapot was right beside her.
"I'm not trying to be," Yuui said as he obliged her. He figured it was best not to get her more worked up than she already was.
"Ahh~! Now that's tea," she commented as she took a sip of it. "Yuui-sensei makes wonderful tea! And delicious food too! Oh, but I miss Watanuki's cooking. I'll just have to find a way to get him to make my lunches again." She sighed dreamily once more.
"Uh… thanks?" Yuui spoke nervously as the woman drifted off to her own little world. The words 'slave driver' crossed his mind.
She finally turned back to him. "So, what else is bothering you besides your little love problem?"
He decided to let the love comment drop for now. Placing an elbow on the table, he rested his chin on his hand. "There's a riddle I need to solve."
Another sip of hot liquid. "What kind of riddle?"
"It's about a deceased lover. There's this one line I can't figure out."
"Hmm, well maybe I can be of some assistance."
He perked up a little. "Would you? I'd appreciate the help."
"Of course. Anything to help my dear cooking teacher."
Dance to the song that has been long forgotten.
"I know it must have something to do with the other lines but I'm not sure how." This was probably just a shot in the dark, there was no guarantee that Yuuko would know the answer to it. It might have been easier to solve the other ones first but he had the feeling that this would be the better of the three to figure out. Like it held a key part of the puzzle.
"Hmm… a forgotten song, eh?" she mused with a smile. After several minutes, she abruptly clapped her hands together in triumph. "I've got it!"
"Huh? Already?"
The literacy teacher stabbed a finger in his direction. "True love!"
He stared at her in confusion. "True… love?"
"Yup," she said cheerfully, a big grin on her face. "If you look around, you'll see that not many people take the concept seriously anymore." She sighed. "Such an unfortunate thing."
Yuui nodded in agreement. It did seem that way. Of course, it was more obvious in some places but most people didn't seem to believe in it nowadays.
"Though I also thought of it because it's Yuui-sensei's problem," Yuuko teased as she raised her cup to her lips.
He was confused again. "What do you mean?"
"Well, it says you have to dance to the forgotten song. That means you have to fall in love."
"Yeah?"
She gave him a sly smile and a devilish wink. "Yuui-sensei is already in love~!"
"I am not!" he exploded, face flushing.
The headmaster threw her head back in unbridled laughter. "Oh, you are so much fun to tease! Not as much fun as Watanuki, though." She finished her drink with a satisfied gasp. "Or that sly pair of glasses," she murmured to herself.
The bell rang, interrupting their peaceful lunch hour. The blond sighed in relief, at least he'd get away from all this. Until he got home, anyway. Then he'd have to deal with Fai. The chemistry teacher hadn't stopped bugging him about the whole love thing since that first day.
"Well, it seems we have classes to teach." Yuuko stood and wandered over to the window, reminding Yuui that she hadn't answered his question from before. "Have a nice day~!" she sang as he prepared to jump out.
"And to you," he replied politely as he cleaned up and gathered his things.
"Oh, and Yuui-sensei," Yuuko called from outside before he could go. She leaned on the window sill. "No one blushes like that unless they are in love." She smirked and left, leaving behind a teacher with a face as red as a ripe pepper.
~-~-~-~
Of course the use of the word 'dance', as interpreted by Yuuko, was the only one Yuui could fit into that sentence. He ran over it thousands of times and came up with nothing. And the strange thought that it was aimed at him somehow got stuck in his head and wouldn't leave him alone. Which was completely ridiculous and entirely impossible and did not make his face feel as if it was on fire at all. He tried his best to tune out the taunting of Yuuko, his brother and the Mokonas (the two best friends had gotten those two to join in) but failed miserably. With their words bouncing around in his head, he attempted to convince himself that he was only looking out for Syaoron's best interest. Though he just got more flustered whenever his name came up.
At least he had figured out most of the riddle. He'd decided it was a dead love, not lover, which needed the humongous grave. It made sense if one looked at it from the romantic perspective. In romance novels, men, or just the overly dramatic ones, would go to extremes for that emotion. Some might even dig a massive hole for it if it seemed to have died. Not that Yuui read romance novels, of course.
"Oh, good morning, Yuui-sensei."
The cooking teacher turned to see Himawari coming down the hall towards him. He smiled as he stopped in front of him. "Good morning, Kunogi-san. How are you today?"
She smiled brightly. "I'm fine, Yuui-sensei. But," she closely examined his face. "Is there something troubling you?"
"Eh? Oh, well…" He rubbed the back of his neck. Was it really that obvious? "Well, I suppose."
"Is it something I can help you with? I still have a bit of time before class," she offered.
Frowning in thought, he studied her for a moment. Himawari was a very smart girl and her interests were divers. She might just be able to help him out with the last of the puzzle.
"I'm working on a riddle," he replied, deciding to see what she came up with.
"Oh really? That sounds like fun!"
He smiled nervously. Fun indeed. "Yes, well, I've figured out most of it. The last little bit a giving ne some problems though…"
Her smile turned kind. "Well, let me see what I can do."
Build me a bridge that does not span a river.
He didn't understand this one at all. Why would someone want a bridge if they had nothing to get over? It seemed like wasted effort to him. Even in the metaphorically sense it was still pretty difficult to-
"I know! It's unrequited love!"
-and yet Himawari got it so easily.
Yuui stared at her for a while. "Unrequited love?"
"Yeah, you know the River of Love, right?" she responded cheerfully. "If the River of Love has a bridge across it, that means the love is mutual. But if the bridge isn't over the river or a river doesn't have a bridge, then the other person doesn't feel the same."
Again, he simply looked at her before sighing in defeat and rubbing his forehead. "Yes, I suppose that fits with the rest of it." Why were people so obsessed with this concept? Even Himawari had a vast knowledge of it. "Thank you, Kunogi-san."
"I'm glad I could help."
"Well, it's best that we move along. It wouldn't do if we were late," he spoke, moving to walk away. "Good luck with your studies. I'm sure I'll figure out the purple moon bit on my own."
"Eh? Purple moon?" She tilted her head in contemplation. "You mean the Violet Moon Bridge?"
The teacher froze and slowly turned to face her. "Pardon?"
"The Violet Moon Bridge," she repeated. "It's not very far away from the dorms for the school so all the students know about it. There's a legend that a man loved a woman very much. But there was a river that separated them that they couldn't cross. So he began building a bridge so that they could meet, he even put a violet, stained glass moon in the center of it because it reminded him of her. Though by the time he finished it, he discovered she had fallen in love with another and got married. She wasn't there anymore. No one knows what happened to the man after that but they say that he killed himself out of grief. Then the river dried up before anyone could use it."
He listened to Himawari's tragic tale carefully. How horrible that must have been for the man. He really couldn't imagine how much pain he must of felt.
"Ah, sorry, was that not what you were talking about?" she apologized suddenly.
"Huh?" He gazed at her dumbly, not fully understanding her of a minute. "Oh, no, there's no need for that. It was a very interesting story. I'm glad you told it to me."
Her grin was bright. "I'm happy you like it." Then she glanced at her watch. "Well, it's time to start the day. I'll see you in class, Yuui-sensei." Then she turned and headed off to her first period.
"Yes, see you then," he called after her before leaving himself, head heavy with swirling thoughts.
~-~-~-~
Now the blond wasn't entirely sure if the Violet Moon Bridge was the correct answer to the last line. There really could be any number of solutions to it. He just couldn't think of any. But even if he did have all the pieces of the puzzle, he still didn't know what the whole thing meant. What was Syaoron's point to all this madness? Why was the whole riddle about some form of love? Why did Fai, Yuuko and the Mokonas have to keep teasing him about the subject? So many questions buzzed around in his mind and he had no answers to them.
"Thank you for your help," Yuui said as he looked around the sparkling cooking room. Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration but it was still pretty clean.
"You're welcome, Yuui-sensei," Syaoran replied happily, smile shining. The differences between Syaoran and Syaoron were so great it was hard to imagine that they'd grown up together in the same environment. He supposed that was just how twins worked, he and Fai were another example of that.
"It was a bit of a mess today, wasn't it?" the boy commented, proud that their hard work was done.
"Yes, poor Kobato-san. She certainly is… unique."
Syaoran laughed nervously. "Well, her food still tastes really good."
He had to agree to that, despite the rather odd concoctions the young girl came up with. She didn't seem fully capable off following instructions but she was pretty good at making something up. "By the way, there's that kyudo tournament coming up, isn't there?"
"Yup, Nii-san and Doumeki-kun are going to be in it. Their teacher says they're the ones to look out for so they've been putting in extra practice. But…" The young student's voice trailed off and his face looked troubled.
Yuui frowned. "Syaoran-kun?" That explained why the pair of boys had been staying late at school even when they didn't have club activities. But why did he seem so upset at the moment?
The boy sighed and looked up at the teacher. "It's Nii-san. He's been staying out really late."
"Syaoron-kun has…?" Why was he doing that?
He nodded vigorously. "Yes. He's been doing it for a while now. He still comes home early enough that he gets enough sleep but he stays out even later on nights when the moon looks full." He sighed dejectedly. "He won't tell me anything about it either."
Yuui didn't know what to make of all this. Why would a good student like him do something as irresponsible as that? "Does he say where he is going?"
He slowly shook his head. "I just know he heads out behind the dorms."
The dorms? Yuui paused at that.
And when all is well when the violet moon is full-
Well, we'll see.
The cooking teacher smiled kindly at the poor, distraught boy. "Don't worry, Syaoran-kun, I'll look into it. Just go home and get some rest, okay?"
He left without waiting for a response, leaving Syaoran alone to his thoughts.
~-~-~-~
The full moon shone down brilliantly, it's radiance giving everything an almost magically feel. Which Yuui thought was very cliché but what could he do? At any rate, he stood beneath the bridge Himawari had told him about, violet beams of moonlight surrounding him like a veil. It really was a beautiful sight.
Since he hadn't been told the actual location of the Violet Moon Bridge it had taken him quite some time to find it. Along the way he had lost his hair tie to a tree branch so his blond locks fell around his shoulders. He didn't really mind much, it was probably time for him to get a new one anyway.
"Finally figured out the riddle?" The voice was quiet and soft though it still made him jump. Turning around, he saw Syaoron standing just outside the shadow of the bridge. As soon as he laid eyes on the boy in the dazzling light, his heart did something funny in his chest. He blinked in confusion and frowned, finding it rather odd.
"Yes, I did," he replied at a pitch no higher than the students had been.
Syaoron smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"Well it got me here, didn't it?" His eyes hardened and he crossed his arms. "Which reminds me. What are you doing out so late on a school night? Syaoran-kun's worried about you?"
He took a few steps forward and stopped. "I've been waiting."
"Waiting?" A few more steps. "Waiting for what?"
Tilting his head, he searched the teacher's face. "Why do you want me to confide in you?"
Yuui was taken aback by this sudden and unexpected question. "Well, like I said, I'm your teacher and I'm worr-"
"Is that it?" Syaoron interrupted, eyes gaining an emotion he couldn't identify.
His brow furrowed as he failed to understand him. "I'm not sure I know what you're trying to say."
He received no response as those intense amber orbs bore into him. He was looking for something. What, the man didn't know. Upon closer exception, though, his expression almost looked pained.
Frowning worriedly, he walked towards the boy. "Syaoron-kun, what's wrong?"
"I'll tell you. On one condition."
Condition? Hadn't he already completed the condition? What had all that been for if he was just going to pull something like this?
Yuui sighed, put out by the whole situation. "Syaoron-kun, I don't-" He never got to finish his sentence.
Syaoron grabbed his shirt front and pulled him down, locking their lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Bringing up his other hand, he entwined his fingers in the teacher's silky hair, ensuring hw wouldn't be going anywhere. Yuui, obviously, was completely shocked by this inappropriate behavior, especially when he felt a tongue slipping into his mouth.
"Mm!" Placing his hands on either side of the boy's face, he tried to push him off. Instead, he unconsciously brought him closer. The kiss was strange and new, filling him with a burning emotion that left him dazed, dizzy and breathless. Or maybe that was from how long they were holding it.
Finally, Syaoron broke contact though he did not pull back or relinquish his grip. Faces only inches apart, Yuui could feel his hot breath against his skin.
"S-s-syaoron… k-kun," he stuttered, face flushing brightly. "Th-th-that is… com-completely in-inappropriate!"
The student raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that your answer, Yuui?"
No honourific. So that meant… the kiss was…? Then suddenly the riddle made complete sense. It had been directed at him. Everything was connected to… He was sure his face could get any redder. His heart pounded in his chest as he scrambled for something to say. His brain just didn't want to function at the moment. "Y-you need s-someone to con-confide… i-in…"
"Oh? Do you really think that?" There it was again, that odd, painful look in his eyes.
"Yes." And it was true, he really did think that. But this wasn't- Oh to hell with it all! He really needed to stop kidding himself. "Yes," Yuui repeated, bringing Syaoron's mouth back up to his own. The sneaky student leaned in to it, tasting it as their lips moved in synch. It wasn't as long as the first but it still left the older man shirt of breath when they pulled away.
Syaoron's smile was dazzling, not hiding anything though there was a devilish glint in his eyes. Inappropriate indeed. At least the poor blond was out of his denial stage. However, he still had no clue what he had gotten himself in to.
"Alright," the young boy said, stretching up to whisper in his ear. "Let me tell you a secret."
A/N: This thing is FINALLY done. Man, I swear my fingers hate me now. Anyway, this is my first SyaoYuui story! Yay~! [/huggles them] This is to go out to all you SyaoYuui fans and those I hope will be SyaoYuui fans in the future. I love these two so much yet I never seem able to find many pics or fics for them. This makes me sad ;-;
Anyway, I couple notes on the story. Yes, I am aware of Syaoron's 'mistake' in the cooking room scene. It's supposed to be that way. Everything expect the thing about ravens is taken from my own observations and thoughts. Syaoron's riddle makes me feel smart. Even if I came up with the meaning along the way XD Anyway, I hope you enjoy this wonderful fic produced from my labours. I hope it makes you like SyaoYuui a little bit more~ ^_~