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Chapter Twenty-seven: Kyou
Smashing a lazy hand down onto the alarm clock, the neko sat up, and stretched as best he could, wincing as his still bandaged wounds ached with the motion. Today was going to be his first day back to the school he attended, yet no longer remembered. It had taken a while, and a fair bit of arguing to allow him to go back, but with each day, he wanted nothing more than to stare at Yuki, and being home alone with Shigure didn't exactly permit such. He couldn't see exactly why doing such a thing would pose a problem, but he let it slip, as he made his futon bed, and threw on a shirt. It appeared as thought he were the only one up at this time, so he decided that starting breakfast seemed like the ideal thing to do... Within fifteen minutes, he had the rice prepared, the table set, and a wide array of fish atop the table, and eggs in the frying pan.
Tohru's surprised scream mere seconds later almost shocked him to the point where he almost dropped the frying pan, but with the reflexes of a cat, caught the falling cast iron, saving breakfast all the while. "Sugoi! Kyou- kun!" She shouted, eyes sparkling at the set table, " you did this all for me?!" She giggled, skipping to the table, the delight showing in her face, not having to slave over the stove for once. It was for someone special, Kyou thought, only it hadn't been meant for only Tohru, and even as Shigure sang into the kitchen, Kyou still reminded himself who it was all for.
"II nyoi!!" The dark haired novelist bounced into the kitchen, winking at Kyou before directing himself to the table. kyou didn't know why that bothered him so much, but the way Shigure teased him really got on his nerves, and he had to repress the urge to reach out and punch the man.
Finally finishing the omelet, he swept it onto a plate and, tossing the frying pan into the sink, gracefully proceeded to the table. He was surprised, and a little disappointed that the purple haired Souma was not awake yet, but patiently took his place; attempting to ignore the two people that were sure to get on his nerves, and fast.
Chapter Twenty-seven: Kyou
Smashing a lazy hand down onto the alarm clock, the neko sat up, and stretched as best he could, wincing as his still bandaged wounds ached with the motion. Today was going to be his first day back to the school he attended, yet no longer remembered. It had taken a while, and a fair bit of arguing to allow him to go back, but with each day, he wanted nothing more than to stare at Yuki, and being home alone with Shigure didn't exactly permit such. He couldn't see exactly why doing such a thing would pose a problem, but he let it slip, as he made his futon bed, and threw on a shirt. It appeared as thought he were the only one up at this time, so he decided that starting breakfast seemed like the ideal thing to do... Within fifteen minutes, he had the rice prepared, the table set, and a wide array of fish atop the table, and eggs in the frying pan.
Tohru's surprised scream mere seconds later almost shocked him to the point where he almost dropped the frying pan, but with the reflexes of a cat, caught the falling cast iron, saving breakfast all the while. "Sugoi! Kyou- kun!" She shouted, eyes sparkling at the set table, " you did this all for me?!" She giggled, skipping to the table, the delight showing in her face, not having to slave over the stove for once. It was for someone special, Kyou thought, only it hadn't been meant for only Tohru, and even as Shigure sang into the kitchen, Kyou still reminded himself who it was all for.
"II nyoi!!" The dark haired novelist bounced into the kitchen, winking at Kyou before directing himself to the table. kyou didn't know why that bothered him so much, but the way Shigure teased him really got on his nerves, and he had to repress the urge to reach out and punch the man.
Finally finishing the omelet, he swept it onto a plate and, tossing the frying pan into the sink, gracefully proceeded to the table. He was surprised, and a little disappointed that the purple haired Souma was not awake yet, but patiently took his place; attempting to ignore the two people that were sure to get on his nerves, and fast.