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Chapter 7- Confession

The front door was unlocked as always. I didn't even stop to take my boots off. They were eating dinner, but when I slammed the door, all eyes were on me. I could tell by the way they were all looking at me- with caution and fear from a few- that they could tell I was in my black form. I stood in the doorway, breathing heavily from my long run there. I was staring into his violet pools. I knew I could lose myself in their silk, and I couldn't allow that to happen, so I chose to look just below them.

"Just what the hell do you want! Can't you see that we're-"

"Shut up, you dumb fucking cat. I'm not here to deal with you, but provoke me again, and I'll take you out before you can even blink." I looked at him, sitting there with a worried and slightly hesitant look in his violet eyes. "Yuki, I need to talk to you." He hesitated and glanced at her, and it pained my heart.

"NOW!"

He winced a bit at my harsh tone, but rose obediently. Everyone else watched silently as he followed me through the door.

Once we were outside, I didn't speak right away. I hadn't really thought this out, I had just acted.

"Haru..." His voice breaks into my thoughts, and I can't be angry with his for this...I can't be angry with him for anything.

"What's wrong? I know how you've been acting. Not eating or sleeping...and now this? I don't understand you anymore. For the first time ever, I don't know what's happening to my best friend. And it's worrying me half to death."

All my earlier anger drained away. I had returned to my normal state. And I was now regretting coming here at all. I didn't know what to say, so I just wrapped my arms around myself and kept quiet. He saw that I was no longer Black Haru, though it didn't matter to him, he was still just as worried about me...and just as persistent.

"Look, I know that you're hiding something from me...and it's eating you up inside. If you don't want to tell me, fine...but don't let it hurt you like this, talk to someone. But I really wish you felt you could confide in me. You should know that nothing you say would diminish my image of you."

I looked at him, and let myself be swept up in his purple eyes. I knew that if I said what I wanted to- no needed to say,...it would ruin us, our friendship. And I imagined me telling him, and his disgust at the discovery, and tears came. I stood there hugging myself and crying and I never felt so alone.

Then I felt his slender, strong arms wrap around me and pull me close. My body stiffened, and I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly and wouldn't allow it.

"I'm not just going to let you shut me out. It's fine if you don't want to tell me the cause, but I will not just stand here as you cry...I won't."

I accepted my friend's comfort and stained his shirt with my tears. And as I stood there, the object of my complete adoration with his arms around me, I felt absolute peace. My tears ended, but I didn't pull away, I couldn't. I never wanted to let him go. I could have stood there like that forever. Finally, he released me, but he didn't pull away too far, and I kept close to him. I looked up into his violet pools, and on an act of either courage or stupidity, I leaned up and matched my lips to his. He didn't flinch or jerk away; in fact he returned my affection. My love and lust for him combined and coursed through my body, increasing my heart and setting my skin aflame. I embraced his body and pulled him so close.

Suddenly, the importance of my actions slapped me in the face; the shame of tainting his perfection overcame me. I broke the kiss and slowly backed away from him. He gave me a look of curiosity. I did the first thing that came to mind. I turned and retreated into the woods.

Poor Haru! Why do I torture you so?