It's a miracle, I'm posting! Lol, who remembers when I used to update weekly. Haha, those were the days.
Also, just so you're not confused. If the text is written like;
"This,"
it means the characters are speaking Japanse, but I don't want to mistranslate, so that's why I'm writing in English.
The sun was barely rising as Yuri threw clothes into my bag. She grabbed shoes and changed into her travelling clothes; black trousers, a white top and a black jacket. She left her grey scarf on the bed, beside her bag. She walked into Ryu's room, shaking him awake. He grumbled before looking at her confused.
"I thought you'd spend the night in the mansion?" he asked.
"I did, but I'm going to Japan," She said and he sat up immediately.
"Are you okay? Have you talked to Sobo (grandmother)?" He asked.
"I sent a letter last night, so it will arrive before I do," Ryu looked doubtful. "Hopefully." Ryu studied his sister's face. "I need the time to think."
"About the Phamtonhive's?" He asked. "Or about the butler?" She looked away, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
"I just need to to get away. Go to a place where I don't need to keep a reputation." He nodded. She took a deep breath, the tears melting away.
"Did you leave him a note?" She nodded.
"I told him I'd be home before the 14th of December," She said.
"That's only roughly three weeks," Ryu said. She nodded again.
"It'll take four days to get there, and three to get back if I go through Sting's help," She explained. "I only need a week." He nodded, patting her arm gently. The weirdest part of their relationship, something a lot of people didn't understand, was that the two were rarely affectionate to one another. In public, if you didn't know them, they looked nothing more than passing acquaintances. Even their appearances differed greatly. Still, Ryu was Yuri's rock, her older brother. In private, she was far more affectionate.
"Okay, I'll do my best to keep the gang in check," He said and she gave him her best attempt at a smile.
"If he comes here, if either of them does, tell them it was an emergency." Ryu nodded. She kissed his forehead, hugging him, before leaving. She went back to her room and finished packing. She left her room, checking each room before she stopped in front of the kitchen. She left a few recipes on the kitchen counter, cleaning it up and leaving the key for the sweets and alcohol in David's room. David organised behind the bar, sorting out stock and all that. Besides Ryu and herself, there were only three other kids who were 17. Ryu and Yuri were eldest, with David a few weeks younger, and Mark and Sophie both about two months younger than David. Miki was 16. Mathew was also sixteen, though he was given a lot of the privileges David, Sophie and Mark had. Everyone else was under 14. She lingered a moment, looking at David as his eyebrow's creased up. 'Another nightmare...' She thought to herself. She bent down, rubbing the space between his eyebrows gently. His breathing evened out as he left out a soft sigh, barely strong enough to push away the hair from his fringe. She closed the door silently before going into Miki's room and leaving a note saying where she was going. Bending down, she kissed the girl's forehead. Returning to the living room, she left a note on the counter, as well as access codes for Ryu to decipher in case they needed money. Ciel had placed the money is a safe place, near where Lau worked. When she needed to, she could walk to the location and have cash in hand. Grabbing a few wads of notes and a gun, she gave one last look around the small cramped den before leaving.
~o/0o~
She went straight to Sting's den, finding him awake and nursing a drink.
"Long time no see," he said, a whiskey in one hand as he piled over papers. She leaned over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the numbers.
"You forgot to carry the one," She said, pointing out his mistake. He smiled, looking up to meet my gaze.
"What brings you to my fine establishment?" he asked. "Here for the dog? What mission are you on?" 'He was joking.' Yuri shot the man a glare 'I think.'
"I'm here cause I need you to get me to Japan," She said and he sat up, placing the whiskey down.
"Why so suddenly?" He asked.
"I need to clear my head," She responded. 'I'm not lying, I'm just not telling the whole truth.' Sting knew better than to push it.
"I presume you want to leave now?" She nodded. "Okay, well, Henry and Jack are awake, so I'll get them to walk you down."
"Maybe just Jack, I don't know Henry that well," She said, looking at the bottles that lined the shelves.
"He's new, but he's a good fighter."
"I know, his aim is almost as good as mine," She said, winking. "But I know its a long walk. I don't know him that well. Uncomfortable silences and I don't mix well." Sting chuckled.
"You and silence don't go well," he teased.
"Aish, good thing I need you alive," she joked, rolling her eyes.
"It feels good to talk to you again," he said.
"I know," she agreed. "When this is all over, we should go for a drink. I bet I can keep up this time."
"Don't mess with the master," He said. He ruffled her hair and she pouted, re-doing it. "You know I'm here, right? If you need to talk." She looked into his eyes, hesitating. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before she let out a soft sigh again.
"How did you know you loved your wives?" She asked. Sting raised an eyebrow.
"Most of them, I didn't. Maybe that's why they didn't work out," he said, looking at anything but Yuri. Not really what she wanted to hear. "But Laura..." Laura. Sting's first wife. She's passed away after giving birth to... "I knew I loved her. It was everything about her. Her smile, her hair, everything. I suppose I've been trying to feel like again."
"Yes, but how did you know? Did you just wake up and they were there? The feelings?" Yuri asked, a thin sheet of desperation coating her voice.
"It wasn't like I just woke up and suddenly started loving her, it was a build up," he said. "Like, everything she did that made me happy added a new piece to the puzzle."
"Puzzle?"
"The realisation that I love her." He looked down at his papers before back up, meeting Yuri's gaze. "Why do you ask?" Yuri's face lost all emotion and Sting knew she'd gone into shut down mode.
"Just curious." She knew he didn't believe her, but she couldn't dwell on that now. Sting opened his mouth but the sound of the door opening silenced anything her was going to say. A boy walked in, no older than 18. His dark-brown-almost-black hair escaped out from a black beanie he wore. Wearing camouflage trousers and a black top, his eyes widened at Yuri.
"Yuri! Jesus! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes!" He ran over, hugging the girl. She laughed, hugging back.
"Heya, Jack, long time no see to you too." The boy let go of her, taking in all her features.
"The dog hasn't scratched you yet?"
"Jesus, he's a fourteen-year-old kid! He can't do much!" She defended. The two men exchanged a look. "What?" She said.
"You're odly defensive. Two months ago, you would've burned him alive," Jack said, studying her features again.
"Maybe the butler, but not the kid. You know my rule," She said. "No killing kids."
"A murderer with a moral code," Sting muttered, poking the girl's cheek.
"Might as well enter hell with some morals," She said. "Satan loves a trier."
"isn't the saying 'God loves a trier'?" Jack asked.
"Yes, but I improved it," She said. "Now, can we go?"
"Go?"
"You're taking Yuri to the port, and making sure she gets to Japan. As soon as you can," Sting explained. He reached across the counter and pulled out a piece of paper ebfore scribbling something down. "Give this to the captain of my dealer." He handed the paper to Jack before turning to Yuri. "If he gives you trouble, pull a gun and he'll be as good as gold. How long will you stay?"
"A week," She answered. Sting nodded, getting up and walking to the other side of the bar. He pulled out a small box before taking the key oof from around his neck. He opened the lid before handing Yuri a small bag. "Presume you want this?" Yuri pulled out the small sapphire ring, nodding.
"I almost forgot." She slipped it onto the middle finger on her right hand. She looked at the gem gleam in the morning light. "Thanks."
"no both-"
"I mean it." Yuri looked into his eyes. "Thank you."
~o/0o~
"So, uhm, be careful, okay?" Yuri nodded, laughing at Jack.
"You do realise I grew up in Japan. I know how to get around," She pulled off his beanie, grabbing him a headlock and rubbing his head.
"Ah! Stop!" He said. "Have mercy!" She let the boy stand up, pulling the hand on over his eyes. "Asshole," He muttered.
"Sorry?" Yuri asked.
"N-nothing..."
"What I thought," She said. There was a silence.
"Sting says I should know better than to ask, but why so soon?" Jack's questions lingered in the air. "Why are you going so soon?" Yuri looked up. It was so early, about 8 am, but the sun was shining brightly.
"You could never understand," she said. 'I don't even understand.'
"It's about someone, I can tell that much," he said, looking into Yuri's eyes.
"Is it."
"And why are you running away?"
"I'm coming back," Yuri defended.
"Yes, but you're still leaving," Jack said.
"Because... I need to figure my thoughts out. There's too many for me to process. I need to clear my head."
"Sometimes, running isn't always the best option," Jack said. "Sometimes it's just the best way to get out." He looked back at the girl. "Suppose I'd know all about running away and leaving my emotions behind. Suppose you could call me selfish." The boy started walking again, leaving Yuri wondering if he picked up on her half-truth as easily as she picked up his. 'It doesn't make us selfish.
It makes us scared.'
Arriving at the port, the boat Sting talked about, The Dragon, Yuri found the whole ordeal quite simple. Either her reputation was well known as she had hoped it would be, or the crew were in a rush. Yuri chose to believe it was the first option. Pulling out the small notebook from her bag, Yuri stared at the blank page. Taking a deep breath, she began to write. Her mind raced as she wrote down all her thoughts, her feelings.
Over the next two and a half days, she continued to do the same thing. Writing down her thoughts at least made it easier to remember them. Finally, the harbour was spotted and the boat left her to the ports. She stood at the docks for a few moments, soaking it all in. After a few minutes of soaking in this feeling, she ducked into the nearest hotel. She went straight to the restroom, drawing a bath before getting in, scrubbing the ocean feelings from her body. Changing out of trousers, she slipped in a long grey skirt, tucking in a white blouse. She pulled out a light blue shawl. She let her hair tumble down before down towel drying it. She braided it, letting the plait fall down her back. She put her massive boots into her bag and slipped into a pair of black pumps. She pulled her fringe back and pulled up a face mask. Looking at herself in the mirror, her slanted eyes the only thing viewable on her face, she nodded. Cleaning up her things, she paid for the few hours she'd spent in that hotel before beginning her journey home.
Shinrin, literally translating to 'forest', was a small village in the centre of a dense forest (hence how it got its name). The occupancy stayed from 100 to 150, rarely spiking. The people all knew one another and was far enough away to keep the noise and feel of the city behind, but close enough to attract marketers and merchants. Pulling down the face mask, Yuri breathed in the familiar scent. A mix of the smell of nature and smoke. Smiling, she followed the stone path, the four hours of travelling from the harbour melting away as familiar stone bricked houses came into view. It was close to midday on this Wednesday after the three days journey, as well as four hours on top of that. The people in this small town went about their business, but they gradually stopped, looking as Yuri continued walking through. She recognised a lot of faces, and smiles greeted her. She followed the roads till she stopped outside the only house with a red door. She gave two strong knocks and there was a crash heard from inside followed by footsteps until the door opened. An old woman stood in the door. Most of what was once brown hair were replaced with grey hair. There were few wrinkles on her face, mostly planted on her forehead or cheeks. Her soft browns eyes held Yuri's before a smile broke out on her face. Wrapping her arms around her granddaughter, Yuri inhaled the scent of rosemary and bread.
"Yuri," Her voice was as sweet and calming as Yuri remembered and she let out every tear she'd held back.
~o/0o~
Her grandmother sat across from her, placing a tray down of green tea.
"Is everything okay? Your letter only arrived this morning, so I didn't think you'd be here so soon," Sobo said.
"How did you know you were in love with Sofu (grandfather)?" Yuri asked. Sobo looked up.
"You're gonna have to explain yourself before you answer." One thing about Sobo was that she was never afraid to put in her opinion and she never did beat around the bush.
"In England, there's a man. He says he loves me, but..."
"You don't know if you love him?" Yuri nodded. Sobo sighed. "I blame those god-awful grandparents of yours. Your father's parents." Yuri raised her eyebrow. "Kids understand love because they learned from their parents. Those god-awful bastards took that from you."
"They took a lot of things." Yuri's gaze stayed locked on the wall behind her.
"Did they... did they take you 'women-hood'?" Yuri cringed at the question but shook her head.
"I think they'd planned to. Ryu never told me the whole story, but I think he overheard them talking about, and that's why we escaped when we did." Yuri said and Sobo nodded. Silence fell on them.
"Are you..." Her Sobo paused, looking for the right words. "Are you scared of love?" It was the stupidest question she ever heard. Yuri Amari, who on the biggest ganglord's in all of England, scared of an emotion? But as she went to prove her Sobo wrong, she couldn't think of a single reason. Maybe she was scared. Scared because love it... It made you vulnerable, it gave someone a way to get to you. It was unpredictable and strange and didn't listen to your common sense. It just happened. You couldn't run, you couldn't hide. Like a swooping feeling, all at once or little by little. Maybe she wasn't scared of love, she was scared of not knowing what it was, of being clueless. Maybe she was scared of not having control of herself and her emotions. "I had a feeling."
"I'm not scared of love... I'm scared of what happens when you lose love. I lost Khun and that... That really broke me. I lost Chichi and Haha and I have never been the same. I'm just scared that I'll lose him too..."
"Well, by the mark on your chest, it seems he isn't going anywhere." Yuri choked.
"Sobo..."
"Oh honey, don't look so scared! You know, I've had my fair share of encounters with demons." Yuri raised her eyebrow. "Take the farmer down the road, he's been here forty, fifty years and he hasn't got a single wrinkle. We both know what that means." Yuri gave her Sobo a confused look. "Witchcraft. Only logical explanation." Yuri let her lips fly up as she smiled. "There's my smile. You got that from your mother. Whatever happens, I love you and I support you."
"But..." Yuri thought about her words. "I feel like... like I don't have that thing that tells you when you're in love. Like my brain doesn't understand how it works." Yuri felt her Sobo's hand squeeze hers slightly.
"You'll know. I think you already do." With that insightful piece of information, her Sobo stood up and left.
~o/0o~
The next day, Yuri was walking through the streets of the town she grew up in, smiling as children ran over to her, begging for stories from England.
"Well, there's this very old Queen. and she runs the entire country as well as Ireland. And they have snow in the winter, with big pine trees all decorated for the holidays. They call them Christmas trees."
"Can we make a Christmas tree?" "Do you have pictures?" "Is there really high snow?"
Yuri sat in the town square, answering every question she was asked. The young children loved hearing the stories she told and she soon found some of the parents were listening too.
"And they have fairs and music, with dancing and singing!" A few villagers disappeared before reappearing with instruments. Yuri smiled as she took a small boys hand - Tamaru - and danced with him to the beat of the music. The children joined in, dancing around Yuri or with one another. The parents laughed before, soon, the entire village with up on their feet and dancing beautifully to the music. Yuri smiled and laughed as she remembered why she loved coming here.
"Miss Yuri?" Yuri looked down at the small boy who had tugged her sleeve. "If England is so wonderful, why did you leave?" Damn, kids were getting deeper these days.
"I don't really have an answer for you, little one," Yuri said, bending down. The boy thought about it for a moment before grinning. "Run off and enjoy the party." The boy turned on his heels and raced off to join the rest of the younger ones. Yuri watched them as they danced and jumped. She smiled, letting herself be absorbed by the music and forget about her worries.
~o/0o~
Yuri found herself staring at the door to what had once been her family home. According to her grandmother, the house had passed to Ryu and Yuri, so it had remained vacant. Opening the door, Yuri found her once small black leather shoes still left by the doorstep, Ryu's and Khun's neatly beside them. It felt weird to think she had ever fit into such tiny shoes. She walked the hall, the same beating in her heart that she had felt that day. She stepped into the kitchen, and for a moment, she thought she saw her father's body, but it disappeared with a blink of her eye. She followed to the door and opened it to find the large cherry tree still growing, but what was once beautiful was now wild and unkept. Underneath lay two gravestones. Yuri slowly walked forward. She placed down the four lilies. One for her mother, one for her father, one for Khun.
And one for her innocence.
She wandered the upstairs and downstairs, doing tasks no else had thought to - cleaning out the presses, cleaning the dirty clothes, all the boring household chores. She packed kids clothes into bags, deciding she could give them to the children back home or to other gangs if they needed it. She cleaned out the three kids rooms and her parent's room. She sorted through the plastic bags, deciding what she would leave and what she would bring. The sun was already setting on her second day before she finally left the house, locking it after her. She loved dusk. How the oranges would melt into purples and blues. She loved the stars that she couldn't see in the city. If Ryu was here, he would point out different stars and constellations. She would pretend to listen and he would pretend he didn't notice her not listening. Maybe that's what made them so strong - they never argued unless they had to. Then, and only then, did all hell break loose. They both knew each other's weak spots and knew how to exploit them. Hence why they rarely argued. Thinking about her brother, Yuri sighed. He was probably worried. Then again, Ryu was always worried, he just had a very good way of hiding it. Her thoughts wandered to Ciel. Yuri cared so much about the small boy, she would risk her life to save him. He was like most of the small children she had taken in, scared, venerable. She knew that she had to, at all costs, save this boy. Even if it meant coming face to face with Sebastian himself, she would do it. He was a child and she'd seen far too many childhood deaths. He was so cold but she knew, she just knew he was as scared as everyone else. She couldn't blame him. In the space of one day, he'd lost everyone who ever cared about. So he protects himself from letting anyone in, from letting anyone hurt him again. Yuri knew she could never get rid of the pain and the hatred in him, but if she could give him just a bit of happiness, then she would.
The had sun disappeared from the sky and the moon shone brightly in its place. As she walked, her mind wandered to the demon. Would he be worried? Would he try to find her? She was losing her mind. Frustration built up in her body. Why should she have to let him know where she was? She was her own person. She could do what she wanted.
But what if he was worried? She didn't want him to be worried...
But she shouldn't have to tell him! She's gotten by just fine without him before!
But now that she has him, she doesn't want to lose him.
A frustrated scream built up in her chest and she let it out. What was he doing to her head?
Yuri let out a long sigh before she picked up her pace. By the time she arrived at the small cottage, dinner was just hitting the table.
"I was beginning to get worried. Second day and you'd already run away," Her grandmother said, smiling.
"And miss dinner? You must not know me at all." Yuri grinned as she sat down.
~o/0o~
After what felt like the most peaceful sleep of her life, Yuri wandered the streets once again. She heard the faint bells of the church and her feet brought her to the church. Petals were showered down on the newly married couple and Yuri could only smile at their faces. Happiness was all but oozing out of them. The young children of the village were running around, throwing petals and singing nursery rhymes. The older generations were clapping as Yuri faded herself in the background. She was the last to leave, watching the crowd fade away.
"Do you think you'll ever marry?" A young girl with soft brown hair asked Yuri.
"I've never pictured it before, but it does look magical, doesn't it?" Yuri said and the girl nodded.
"Like something out of a fairytale," the girl said, smiling. Yuri nodded. It felt like every kid in this village was trying to give her a sign. Her Sobo probably had something to do with this. No, not probably, definitely. She felt the girl walk away and all Yuri could do was stare at the fallen petals. She picked one up, inspecting it closer. She paused for a moment, a million thoughts in her head, before she dropped it, letting her thoughts melt away to nothingness. It was easier that way. Yuri continued to travel through the town, soaking up the memories she'd missed. Running through the park, Khun and Ryu running after her. She looked through the forest before returning to the cottage. Grabbing her trousers and a loose fitting top, she changed quickly before heading back to the edge of the forest.
She let her feet remember the way as she sprinted through the forest. When her lungs told her to stop, she went faster. She pushed herself further and further, loving the thrill of it. The thrill she'd pushed away. She let her exhausted body fall to the ground. She took deep breaths before a chocked laugh escapes her raw throat. She hadn't had a proper work out in months. She used to go nearly every day to spar with Sting, but now she spent most days with Butler and Master. Not that she didn't love working there - no two days were ever the same - she sometimes missed the simplicity of her old life. Thinking back to her old schedule - wake up at eight in the morning, breakfast and send all the under 14-year-olds to school, spar with Sting till dinner time, come home, dinner at six, nighttime raids all night, come home at three in the morning, sleep, repeat - she realised that maybe she didn't miss her old schedule. Looking back, she wondered how she didn't get bored out of her mind.
The sun was setting before Yuri could pull herself from the ground. Three days here and she wasn't any closer to knowing what she was feeling or understanding what love was. She sighed again. Maybe she should've stayed in England. Or maybe coming was the best option. Aghh, why was this all so confusing! Life was so simple before! But at the same time, she was glad life wasn't as simple. It kept her on her toes. Kept her moving. Speaking of moving...
Limbs heavy, Yuri dragged herself back to the cottage. She peeled off her clothes and slipped into the bath and fell asleep.
~time skips cause I'm too lazy~
Three days. Three days with no answer.
It was her final full today, with tomorrow being spent travelling. The village all gathered together and held a festival. Yuri changed into traditional robes and stepped outside to the sound of music. The village lit up with love and care and more joy that Yuri had ever seen in her life. The children were dancing at her feet, giving her presents. They told her of their jealousy that 'the small english lord' would get her attention. She promised to write home more often, leaving then little messages. The gave her bracelets made of threads and beads. She wore them all at once. All of them. The elders came together and gave Yuri a pearl necklace. After a few moments of Yuri trying to refuse, they placed it around her neck. She bowed and smiled, thanking them over and over again. The streets filled with lanterns as they were released into the night. The hope festival. Each family received two lanterns. They attached a hope to one and a doubt to the other. They let the doubt go and freed the hope, asking for guidance. Yuri loved this festival as a child and loved it even more.
'Please let my doubts about myself go.'
'I hope that I can understand my feelings'
The rest of the night passed and not for a single second did a frown cross Yuri's face. She danced and sang and ate and loved every moment of her last night. And even has the sound faded and the people disappeared into their home, Yuri still stood in the village centre, the wind making cherry blossoms leafs dance around her.
~o/0o~
Yuri woke before the sun and left, kissing her grandmother and eating the breakfast that was made.
"Goodbye, my sweetest flower," Her Sobo said. "I trust you found all your answers?"
"I seem to leave with more questions than answers, Sobo," Yuri sighed.
"Then you didn't search hard enough." Yuri opened her mouth to argue. "Or maybe you knew all along." Once again, Yuri's Sobo kissed her granddaughter on the head before shuffling off. Yuri looked down at the half-finished breakfast before pushing it away. She finished the coffee she was drinking before filling a bottle with water and taking some bread. She grabbed her case before leaving the house. She took a final look at her home village before getting a ride to the port.
~o/0o~
It was two and half days later by the time to boat arrived at the port. She'd sent a letter to Ryu the day before left and she found Miki waiting at the dock. She gave the girl a tired smile before walking over to her.
"You didn't even give me a goodbye!" Miki 'hit' her.
"I left you a note," Yuri said. Miki pouted. "It was a very last minute decision." Miki looked at her best friend before taking her case.
"Take a lap around the city, sort your thoughts out because once you step into our place you won't get another chance," Miki said. "Give yourself a chance to clear your thoughts because there are people who are relying on you to be calm and collected." Yuri only blinked before nodding slowly. "And, for the love of fuck, don't get yourself caught."
"I'll do my best."
Yuri walked through the market first. The large square was as busy as ever as everyone went around their everyday business. A man in a flower stall handed Yuri a rose as she was walking passed and shook his head as she reached to pay. Yuri smiled, twirling the bud in her hands. She slipped in behind her ear, continuing her walk. She walked through the slums, past Sting's den, past the south base. She stopped at his door, her mind working. She decided to walk past. She had no doubt she was spotted by the Yard that were patrolling but she hadn't done anything. This time, at least. She walked through the city, following the line of Thames to the end of the city. She stared at where city met countryside and wondered what would happen if she just ran. Ran for miles and didn't turn back. Could she do it? SHe loved the city, the bad parts and the good. She loves the home she'd made for herself here, but was this what she wanted? What was it she wanted? She sighed before turning around and walking back. She must have looked insane but she didn't care. Her mind was a buzz of thoughts and her insecurities threatened to eat her alive. But she was, moving one foot in front of the other, refusing to stop. Had the air always been so dense here? Or was it just that it was so clear back in Japan? Maybe it had... Maybe she had just never stopped long enough. 'Never stopped to smell the roses, eh?' She stopped, taking the rose out from behind her ear. She twirled, staring down at it intently. She lifted it, looking to the river before gently throwing it, letting it flow with the river.
She continued walking before finally reached the west, her area. She slowed down considerably, all but dragging her feet. She was practically at a halt as she reached the stairway down to the den. She made no noise walking down the stairs but she could hear the voices inside.
"Where is she?" Ciel.
"How am I supposed to know? I ain't got some fancy tracking shit on her." Ryu.
"Sir, I would ask you not to curse." Sebastian.
Yuri groaned to herself, opening the door and simply walking past the group. She made it to the doorway before turning around and walking just to the side of the group whose eyes were trained on her. She grabbed a full bottle of vodka, ignoring David's complaints, before moving away. Her eyes glassed over as the tiredness hit her. She could barely make out where she was going and the whole room fell silent, even the children who had been playing around David.
"Too tired," Yuri muttered opening the bottle and moving to the hall, gulping down the liquid as if it were water. "way too tired." Ryu smiled and turned to Butler and Master.
"You heard the girl," Ryu said, not even trying to hide his glee to have a reason to kick the pair out.
"Ryu." A girl with dark black hair cut to a short bob and sharp green eyes shot a glare at the boys. "Don't make things hostile."
"Sophie, mind your own-"
"She's right!" Yuri shouted from her room. The group heard the door slam.
"My bet says she won't be out until noon tomorrow," Sophie said.
"No, she'll be out tonight, midnight at the latest," David said.
"Nope, this is her pity party, she probably won't be out until the weekend." Another boy entered the room. He had fiery red hair and brown eyes. Freckles covered every inch of his face.
"Mark, that's stupid," Sophie said. "Yuri can't stay in bed twenty minutes without getting restless." Ryu, who had remained silent finally spoken up.
"Yuri can't sleep with unfinished business." He turned his gaze to Sebastian and Ciel. "Eight o'clock latest, she'll be at your manner."
Sure enough, at eight o'clock, Yuri was staring at the house from the gates. After pretending not to see Sophie, Mark and David slip twenty pounds over to Ryu, who had a smug look on his face, Yuri had set off for the mansion. But now, she considered chickening out altogether. She couldn't really expect them to just let her back in. She left with no warning and not much of an explanation. They had every right to be mad. But that could wait as she felt two pairs of eyes on her back. She considered running but she turned around. They were standing there as if they didn't really believe she was there. Maybe, if she waited until the right moment she could-
"Yuri?" All her plans went out the window as Ciel spoke. She didn't give them another chance to speak as the words spilt out of her.
"I'm sorry." Both their eyes widened as they didn't realise just how venerable Yuri was at this moment. "I panicked. And when I panic, I run."
"What were you scared of?" Ciel asked. Yuri just wanted to wrap her arms around him.
"Feelings. Feelings that's I didn't understand."
"What feelings?" Sebastian asked.
"All of them." Ciel wasn't sure if that answered his question or not. Yuri swayed in the light breeze, her gaze travelling to the floor. "I survived... When I was little, I survived by pushing all my feelings down." Yuri seemed to be thinking about what she wanted to say. "But being here, the metaphorical cap I put on my feelings was pushed open. I panicked and I ran and I'm sorry for not telling you but I just-" Ciel closed the distance and wrapped his arms around Yuri. Yuri immediately bent down and closed her arms protectively around the boy. They slotted around him like he was meant to fit into them. She held him closer as a few tears slipped out from her eyes.
"Don't leave again without telling me," Ciel said. "Please." Yuri nodded.
As Ciel was tucked into bed, Yuri found Sebastian outside the door. He went to walk away but Yuri grabbed his arms.
"I'm getting this off my chest before I go insane." The feelings rushed through her body as she finally got a good look at his face. She knew what this was. All of this worry and in ten seconds she knew everything she wanted to say. "I love you too." His hands were around her waist and his lips were on her before Yuri even knew what was happened. But she kissed back. She put every feeling, every thought and every worry into the kiss. He scatted her thoughts, his hand resting on his mark on her chest. In a second, they were in his room and his shirt was off and her heart was beating and -
"Stop!" Everything stopped as Yuri's hand held his chest. "I'm sorry, I just... I can't... I-" He shushed her, kissing her.
"Its okay, I get it." She didn't have to ask, he got it. He always did. And always would.
I FEEL LIKE I COULD'VE DONE SO MUCH MORE SO SORRY IF YOU'RE DISAPPOINTED WITH THIS.
Ughhh, idk. I struggled to find an ending to this because I wanted to capture the confusion and misunderstanding Yuri is feeling, as well as staying true to who she is. I hope I did that and I hope you like this.
Also, I really love when you guys comment, it makes my year. So don't be afraid to share your opinion, I have thick skin! Just no spam
Haven't done my little sign off in a while... or did I? I don't even remember ~
Fairy OUT!