Chapter Seven: Unanswered
I drew all over my midterms and left little notes for my teachers. Mission complete.
Oh, and, I'm sorry if it doesn't flow right and/or feels rushed. I wrote the parts at different times…and it's shorter than usual, because I wanted it to end on that note down there at the end of the story. /tease~
Yukimura pressed his phone to his lips, feeling it vibrate and ring against them. He hummed in reply, the sound hitching as he struggled to keep down his other whimpers. He shook, not at all knowing what he should do…
Yet, on a rushed, thoughtless, whim, his harshly trembling finger slammed down on the 'answer' button, before nearly smacking himself in the face in an attempt to hurriedly press the device against his ear.
But no voice sounded.
He pulled it away, looking at the screen to see the 'Missed Call' message that made all of his recklessly gathered courage split into miniscule particles smaller than atoms.
Frowning, he collapsed onto his bed, holding his breath so his lungs could acquire as much oxygen as possible, before letting it out, slowly. His head spun.
That dastardly little phone vibrated again, and this time, Yukimura darted to sit up and answer, yelling, "Hello?"
But still no voice.
A bewildered mask took over his face as he glanced at the screen.
'One New Voicemail'.
…shoot.
Slightly set on edge by curiosity and worry, he selected the button that allowed him to hear what was left. It was the voice he had wanted to hear this night, and that alone was enough to let his heart ease into a comfortable position, dragging his awareness down with it.
Oh, it was so nice…
Yukimura startled back into reality, noticing that he had reveled in the voice so much that he hadn't gathered what words were being said. So, blushing and scolding himself, he repeated the voicemail.
"…Yukimura, you probably just don't want to talk to me, and that's okay, I guess…and I know you said you weren't mad…
But…
I-I love you, so please don't be…distant like that…with me. I feel terrible… I'll… behave…
So don't act like that. Tell me and I'll leave,
Because I know it's probably weird to be around someone like me, and I don't…
Ever want you to feel uncomfortable in anyway."
Honestly, Yukimura should have dropped the phone, because his muscles were weakening with the burden of sadness, but he somehow managed to gather himself together; all because of a resolution.
This time, he was going to confront Kanou about it.
/ / / / /
Morning came, and Yukimura as always met up with Kanou, who seemed to be avoiding eye contact when their paths merged.
"Kanou!" He called, his voice strong. This sharp snap caused the rabbit to jolt in surprise, his eyes shooting up to meet the gold ones.
"Yes…?"
"I'm not mad!" Yukimura found himself with a raised voice, knowing that if he were to lower the volume his voice would recede and hide in his throat—but he wasn't going to allow that to happen. "I'm not mad, I don't hate you, I'm not uncomfortable around you, either!"
He swallowed, readying himself, "I'm only uncomfortable around Usui—and that'll change. Give me time, and I'll get over it."
Quivering, he added as his chest was filled with emotion, "And don't you dare ever mention leaving again! If…if you ever leave me…"
When Yukimura's sentence broke under a heavy gasp, Kanou stepped forward, hugging the other as if letting him go would cause them both to be swallowed up by quicksand.
"You don't hate me? Even after what I did?"
"No… I think… I may just… l-love you."
...I have to keep reminding myself that this isn't an M story… . / / / . ;;
But, this story is ending sometimes soon... I think I need to start coming up with another story... I have a lemon one-shot already typed out, but it's holidayrific, therefore I could upload it if desired-unless everyone wants to wait for Christmas again. Hee hee... Any other ideas of what I should write?
