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Without Further Ado~
Chapter 21
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[Yuki]
Damn it, Kyo, why aren't you home yet? I had quite the guilty conscious, and if I weren't so foolish enough to give in to the cat's request then perhaps the worst wouldn't of happened. It was the next day, and there was no sign of him, what was I to think? When Shigure had asked about him at dinner yesterday, I had to improvise-
"Where's Kyo? I haven't seen the runny nose loud mouth all day!"
"He er…nn…"
"Do you know, Yuki-kun?" Tohru had asked.
"Well you see, last time I seen him we got into a fight--"
"And he just silently stormed out?" Shigure had inquired.
"Well… erm yes."
But now it was rather ridiculous that he'd be out all night, while it was snowing. He'd ask more questions, it's only natural too, but right now I don't know what to say. Should I tell Shigure? I know he care's about Kyo, the stupid cat, so should I tell that incompetent dog? If Kyo has been caught by Akito, it wasn't as if--
What's this?
I felt something vibrate in my pocket, and taking out the electronic device I seen that it's Momiji phoning me. That's rather odd, however, considering I don't think Momiji regularly calls me. Could this mean that there's something going on at the main estate?
I look at the phone for a bit longer, realizing that the ringing was too persistent to stop. Flipping open the device, I put it to my ear and answer with a simple greeting.
"Hello, Momiji?" If Momiji was to call me, it would most certainly have to be important. My stomach churned several times, hoping that the worst hadn't happened. Of course, I am probably asking for too much, as there is no way that Kyo could have stayed the night there without being caught.
"Yuki." The voice was impassive, yet firm, and because of this I already knew it wasn't Momiji. I tilt my head to the side and lifted a brow- if Haru was on the phone could it be that he wasn't locked up after all? I had hoped that this would mean that that stupid cat was okay, and I wouldn't have to worry about rescuing them.
"Yes, Haru? What are you do--"
"Kyo and I are confined." I felt a lump clot in my throat, making it physically hard to breathe. I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to digest what he had said. With much difficulty, I exhaled.
"Hold on, I need to sit down." I walked up to my desk and sat in the chair, watching the snow fall from my window.
"What's the date?"
"The twenty-third, Saturday. How long have you been locked up? What's going on? How are you on Momiji's phone?" I had many more questions, a lot involving flairs of anger but right now he doesn't seem to be in the disposition where he should have to put up with it. Truth is, I was mad at Haru and Kyo, for being so careless, but right now those two needed my support. Right now, I needed to think of a solution.
"I… I don't know what to do Yuki," he started out, "it's been four or five day's, Kyo got picked up yesterday. Yuki I don't expect for you to come over here, so I wont pressure you, but I need for you to tell Shigure-sensei of the situation if you haven't already."
"What will that accomplish?" It was an honest question, I really didn't see what Shigure, or anyone could do at this point.
"Perhaps he could somehow convince Akito, he's the closet one to him."
It was true, Shigure always had an uncanny closeness to Akito that no-one could necessarily decipher. It was several possibilities for this odd closeness, albeit closeness or romance, it was inconspicuous to know which.
And to get Shigure to somehow convince his mind? Was he mad? I never knew Shigure to question Akito's authority. Perhaps though, I wasn't giving Shigure enough credit. If he could make himself useful, now would be a blossoming opportunity to. Unless Akito was to kick the bucket soon, this was to be the only opportunity to pose itself available.
"I will do so."
Without further wording, Haru had hung up and left me in a cloud of confusion, sadness, and worry. If this didn't work, then I'd be mourning the loss of two family members, two irritating teenagers, but family nonetheless to that monster. No-one deserved to be locked up, stowed away, and forgotten by that monster. In fact, there was no such transgression that would call for such drastic notions.
I put the cellular into my pocket, stood, and shoved my chair in properly before leaving the confines of my somewhat chilly room. Upon entering the hallway, I took note of the easy temperature change and let the bitter goose-bumps flee my flesh.
Should I perhaps tell Tohru too? Is it fair to keep her in the dark for this long? Kyo and Haru were her friends, which means the likelihood of this upsetting her is code red. As for Shigure, how would he respond?
Approaching his study, I had took a cautious breath, letting it escape pass my lips and into the air to float the ceiling, hoping that my worries escaped with it. Then suddenly, his study room door peered open, as if he was expecting me, and through the peering view I could attest to him reclaim his seat in front of the computer. He placed a thoughtful hand on his chin before pressing the backspace key several times, then rewriting what seemed like a sentence.
I pressed gently on the door, producing a creek and low screech as the door opened wide enough for my thin structure to walk through. His room had an iciness that I didn't expect to have had, and the windows were not open. Seeing how comfortable he was, the chilliness must've gone unbeknownst.
Seating myself on the tatami mat across from him I clear my throat to capture his attention. It worked, as he peered narrow brown eyes my direction, only with a dainty sense of curiosity lingering in said pupils. I wasn't exactly sure how to start off, for one this wasn't an everyday topic, and for second Shigure and I don't usually converse on a typical level. Our dialogue with one another is brief, to the point, and borderline insulting. With don't destroy my house, and Tohru save me! And I say another word of perversion and your head will be crushed under the profound pressure that is my fist. Of course that happened yesterday. But now I was placed in a difficult disposition, being a messenger seemingly, and having to deliver such dreadful news and ask of his help.
I pressed my lips together, then opened them once more to find these words cruise from my voice box;
"Akito took Kyo and Haru, they are locked up."
The incessant keystrokes had stopped only to leave a bitter silence and a chilliness to linger. I had reached the peak of my anxieties at watching his actions, and slowly he began typing again until he was typing at one-hundred words a minute.
"I know."
The words hit me harshly, as I absorbed its meaning. Knew? He knew? Then why is it that he hasn't said or done anything about it? The greater of two fears took me, realizing that he was too loyal t--
"I put a word into it with Ha'ri. I found out early this morning when Ha'ri called. You boys really should be careful!" An amuse smile played on his creamy skin as he reread what he had just written.
"What," I started, "how can you smile?" My voice quivered slightly, not with sadness, but with an attempt to hold back the anger that was filling up the holes and such in me.
"I don't think you'll have much to worry for now. Besides, Haru annoyed you, and didn't you always say that Kyo should just 'go away'? See it as you killed two birds with one stone!"
"You can not possibly be serious!"
"Of course not."
When I had left the room, I had fought what seemed like a primordial battle between good and evil as I tried to determine whether or not I should call Haru back or not. If I call him, then the ringing of the phone could get him caught, unless he had it on vibrate in which cases calling him would be okay. Upon reaching a settled conclusion, I put the phone away and walked back into my room. There was much thinking to be had.
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Eh, short, but Yuki's not really in the action of the story, there wasn't much to work with. LOOK AT MY DEVIANT ART D: Nevaeh-O
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