Chapter Twenty-six: Yuki
Lavender locks fluttering with his movement, Yuki scooped the neko into his trembling arms. It was so humiliating to have been caught by the hospital staff, acting so carelessly, let alone have his relatives as well as Tohru see them doing such things. But it was too late to prevent this. Allowing his crimson flesh to cool, the teen got to his feet and assisted the agitated nurses tidy the now unruly room.
The entire time, he could feel eyes on him, watching every move, and wasn't hard to guess whose. Since her appearance only minutes ago, and after the brief outburst of questions, the petite femme had been eerily silent. There was something incredibly uncomfortable about the entire situation, once the nurses left, with the four standing silently around their feline relative (except for Tohru, who's really a companion). It seemed about time to clear the air a little.
"Don't stare like that. It is not what you think!" the nezumi shouted taking an aggressive stance against the other occupants of the room. All others blankly looked back at him, before taking signature expressions: Shigure's suggestive grin, Tohru's inhumanly wide eyes, and Hatori looking completely apathetic.
"What is it then. Please, enlighten us.." The inu's grin migrated north into a smile that could crack a normal person's face. He was not stupid, especially concerning sexual matters, and obviously had made the correct assumptions. There was nothing to do about it, and the defeated shounen gave in. The most imperative detail to Yuki was Tohru's reaction. He could not leave the naïve girl to imagine a relationship existed between he and Kyou. That was simply not true.
After everyone appeared calmer, the dark-haired boy pulled his female companion aside into the hall. Gripping her arm tightly, which may have given the impression of anger, Yuki walked briskly through the pastel tinted ward to a small, nearly unoccupied cafeteria. Sitting at the first table, he motion for her to do the same. The nezumi took no pause, sparing not a second to make some plausible explanation.
"Honda-san, I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you it's nothing like that. There is nothing between Kyou and I. I don't know really how to explain why things appeared that way. You surely believe me. I - I wouldn't lie to you about something like this." Though his entire statement had been false, as Yuki was even now thinking of his ephemeral lover, the last words truly hurt to say. He fought desperately the tears welling in his amethyst eyes; it was not a choice he wanted to make, blatantly lying to Tohru, whom he believed to be his most important person. Yet it would simply hurt the fragile shoujo too much, she that so clearly loved both boys even knowing there was no future to it. He could not willingly hurt such a person, regardless of the consequences.
They sat in silence until the entire area had become deserted, a clear sign it was late. Hand in hand the pair returned to Kyou's room, both thinking of nothing but the neko.
Lavender locks fluttering with his movement, Yuki scooped the neko into his trembling arms. It was so humiliating to have been caught by the hospital staff, acting so carelessly, let alone have his relatives as well as Tohru see them doing such things. But it was too late to prevent this. Allowing his crimson flesh to cool, the teen got to his feet and assisted the agitated nurses tidy the now unruly room.
The entire time, he could feel eyes on him, watching every move, and wasn't hard to guess whose. Since her appearance only minutes ago, and after the brief outburst of questions, the petite femme had been eerily silent. There was something incredibly uncomfortable about the entire situation, once the nurses left, with the four standing silently around their feline relative (except for Tohru, who's really a companion). It seemed about time to clear the air a little.
"Don't stare like that. It is not what you think!" the nezumi shouted taking an aggressive stance against the other occupants of the room. All others blankly looked back at him, before taking signature expressions: Shigure's suggestive grin, Tohru's inhumanly wide eyes, and Hatori looking completely apathetic.
"What is it then. Please, enlighten us.." The inu's grin migrated north into a smile that could crack a normal person's face. He was not stupid, especially concerning sexual matters, and obviously had made the correct assumptions. There was nothing to do about it, and the defeated shounen gave in. The most imperative detail to Yuki was Tohru's reaction. He could not leave the naïve girl to imagine a relationship existed between he and Kyou. That was simply not true.
After everyone appeared calmer, the dark-haired boy pulled his female companion aside into the hall. Gripping her arm tightly, which may have given the impression of anger, Yuki walked briskly through the pastel tinted ward to a small, nearly unoccupied cafeteria. Sitting at the first table, he motion for her to do the same. The nezumi took no pause, sparing not a second to make some plausible explanation.
"Honda-san, I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you it's nothing like that. There is nothing between Kyou and I. I don't know really how to explain why things appeared that way. You surely believe me. I - I wouldn't lie to you about something like this." Though his entire statement had been false, as Yuki was even now thinking of his ephemeral lover, the last words truly hurt to say. He fought desperately the tears welling in his amethyst eyes; it was not a choice he wanted to make, blatantly lying to Tohru, whom he believed to be his most important person. Yet it would simply hurt the fragile shoujo too much, she that so clearly loved both boys even knowing there was no future to it. He could not willingly hurt such a person, regardless of the consequences.
They sat in silence until the entire area had become deserted, a clear sign it was late. Hand in hand the pair returned to Kyou's room, both thinking of nothing but the neko.