Chapter 13 – Ending OnePart One
'It's not mine?' Haru thought. 'It's not mine.' He reassured himself. The drawings were completely different. The book he found in his pants was more detailed and the shading was prefect. The book he found in his room was rough and odd. Like doodling but on purpose.
"Yippee!!!" Haru yelled. He stopped and raised an eyebrow. 'Did I really just yell out yippee?' He questioned. 'Who cares!' He left his room and flew down the stairs, all the way down crying 'It's not mine, it's not mine!'
He reached the kitchen and saw Tohru washing some dishes she used to cook breakfast.
"Tohru!" Haru called from the door frame, causing Tohru to spin around in utter shock.
"What? What is it?" Tohru wondered stepping forward.
"They're not mine! None of them." Haru called again. He rushed up to her and held both of her hands in his and bounced around the kitchen like two school girls who just got winked at by the cutest boy in their class.
Not to sure why Haru was so happy or what he meant by they're not mine she couldn't help but smile and danced in the happiness too. Haru smiled widely and pulled away to do a solo dance.
"Haru-san guess what!" Tohru called. Haru stopped and looked at her. "They're not yours." She proclaimed, knowing it would set him off, and it did. The reminder started him dancing again. They held hands again as they danced, chanting, 'They're not mine, they're not mine!'
Shigure peaked his head into the kitchen at the unique sight. He set his book down on the counter and quickly jumped in the festivities, chanting along.
Kyo walked past the kitchen not sure what to do. He moved to the fridge, grabbed the carton of milk and shook his head.
"Idiots." He said to himself and went back outside.
'I gotta go find Yuki!" Haru exclaimed joyously, making a quick exit. Tohru and Shigure continued to prance and chant.
He hurried upstairs to find Yuki staggering out of his room, his hair all a mess and clothes wrinkled.
"Yuki!" Haru called. He rushed to him and scooped him up in his arms slowly spinning him.
"Haru…" Yuki grumbled, his body stiffening even though he loved the feeling of Haru's arms around him.
"Yuki they're not mine." Haru said, waiting to let the news sink in. Yuki felt his happiness start to tentatively grow in that statement. "They're not mine. Do you know what that means?" Yuki grumbled again. "I never really had any other feelings of love but for you. The love I can give was always you. You, you, you, you. I knew it!" Haru explained squeezing Yuki tighter. Yuki heard the words he said but couldn't understand where it was coming from.
"Haru what are you talking about?" Yuki asked holding his forehead.
"The drawings I found weren't mine." Haru explained again more calm.
"What drawings?" Yuki asked getting slightly annoyed.
"I found a small book of drawings in my pants when I lost my memories. I didn't know if they were mine or not." Haru said.
"What were their drawings of?" Yuki asked.
"Kyo." Haru said quietly, Yuki looked hurt and confused. Not sure what happened to his voice Yuki hoped his looked in his eyes would encourage Haru to continue.
"That's why I thought I was in love with him." Haru said. Yuki looked at him and it all suddenly made sense. Yuki hugged him.
"And the drawings aren't yours?" Yuki asked.
"Nope I found a sketch book in my room and they are completely different." Haru said. They both smiled.
"Can I see the book you found in your pocket?" Yuki asked.
Haru led him into his bedroom and on the floor were both of the notebooks. Haru picked up the smaller notebook from the floor and Yuki took the larger one. He flipped through the pages and was surprised on how bad they were. He looked over at the book in Haru's hands.
"Those are Ayame's." Yuki said. Haru looked at him in amazement.
"Really?" Haru asked. "Who's Ayame?"
"My brother," Yuki said coldly.
Part one is done woot!!
-Counting Down the Days-