What? Three chapters in one day? Oh my! D:
Actually, this is the last chapter of the day. I'll have more to come once I'm done editing my other chapters.
Read on! As if your life depended on it!
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The rain is talking to me right now. It's hiding my true emotions and replacing them with different ones.
That way, no one will know if I'm crying, or if it's just the rain.
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Kyouya was clearly irked, and he wasn't afraid to show that. As he stood up from his chair, it flew back, nearly falling over. He smacked the smooth, wooden table with a loud thud!
"Tell me again why I have to do this," he said, angst in his voice.
"Because you drew the shortest straw, my friend," Ginga answered, a wide grin on his face.
With his free hand, Kyouya unraveled his fingertips. In the middle of his palm was that wretched stick, obviously cut to shorten its length. He sweat dropped.
"We're getting new supplies for the shop, so we shouldn't be gone for too long. We'll be back tomorrow morning," Madoka informed, heading for the door. "She'll be fine. Just make sure she doesn't overdo it."
Quickly leaving the shop, they waved a curt farewell, also grabbing an umbrella on the way out.
Kyouya glanced at the window. The clouds were morphed together, emitting a gray hue of color. He could sense the impending smell of rain as the first few drops hit the glass.
A small sigh escaped his lips. With a slow tread, he began to head over to Yukina's room.
That girl was definite trouble, a handful. How did she even get sick? She does nothing all day. Did she get sick doing nothing? Whenever he sees her, she's mostly just walking around. That's barely qualifies as 'overdoing it.'
Not bothering to knock, he opened the door and soundlessly entered the room. As he stepped inside, his wrist flicked the lights on, causing her to stir awake.
She popped her eyes out, silently lecturing his unrefined eloquence. He walked over to her, putting his hand on her forehead to check if she had a fever. She did. That was good; at least she wasn't faking.
He took his hand off, still feeling the apprehensive glare she was giving him. He turned around, hands in pockets, and headed for the door. Suddenly, a soft fabric hit the back of his head, landing on the floor with a gentle thud. The boy looked over his shoulder.
A pillow was on the floor. He averted his faze to Yukina. Still glaring at him, she nestled her body closer into her covers, concealing the lower half of her face. An obvious space was near her head, where the pillow should be. He scowled at her immaturity; then picked up the pillow.
"That fever is getting to your head," he said, throwing the pillow back at her, whacking her square on the face.
She squirmed away from the cushion, taking a deep breath as she broke free from its tresses, fingertips cuddling the pillow tightly. Instead of giving him her apparent death glare, he found himself enticed in kitten-like eyes covered with a glint of disappointment.
Taken aback, he shifted away from her.
"You started it," he blurted churlishly, exiting the room.
With a bored expression, he once again gazed out the window, palm pressed against his cheek and elbow plopped on the empty table.
It was raining. Maybe storming was a better suited word.
High velocity wind rushed around in blind directions, swerving the large droplets of rain pelting the surface. In the night, it was so much easier to see each drop, shrouding the sky in a melodious backdrop.
Kyouya squinted his eyes at the window. There was a faint silhouette standing in the center of the ground. As his pupils adjusted to the darkness, he noticed long, purple hair swaying back and forth with the wind. His eyes widened.
"That idiot!" he roared, racing out to get her.
She was merely standing there, head lifted up, letting each pellet strike her skin like a sharp needle. She didn't even notice the green-haired boy run up to her.
"Why're you out here?" he panted, trying to catch his breath.
Her head still rose up, never bothering to face him. She didn't say anything, but instead lifted a hand above her head, stretching it far, palm towards the sky. Rain fell in between the spaces of her fingers, hitting the girl's cheeks. A deep frown etched onto her lips as the deluge continued on.
"Let's go," he finally said, grabbing her wrist and leading her back inside.
Once they were in the building, he glared at her, a scowl on his face.
"You'll get even sicker," he scorned like a parent lecturing a child. And if Madoka and Ginga found out, then they'll never let it go. She cocked her head to the side, cheeks puffed out.
"Why'd you do that?"
Those puffed-out cheeks heaved a low sigh, eyes closing in thought. Once she opened them again, her lips curved up in a small smile.
"I like the rain," she replied, her voice holding a modest stillness, yet played a strong confidence.
It took a while for him to understand her words, and an even longer time to realize that she had just spoken.
He smirked, wrapping an arm loosely around her quivering shoulders.
It had been a while; I almost forgot the sound of your voice.
"Heh. Glad t know you remember how to talk," he commented with mockery, a sole fang protruding from his lips.
But with a cute voice like that, it's impossible to forget.
Ne, does anyone else think that Kyouya is a bit of a tsundere? Tsundere is adorable, no? ^-^
I'll try to update soon. Genki de ne – See you soon!