Chapter Twenty-eight: Yuki
The chatter of the awake members of the house slowly crept into his ears, as the half conscious nezumi tried his hardest to remain asleep. He knew it was impossible, soon Tohru would be finished breakfast; he thought he already heard the sizzling of eggs. And after all this, the prince would have to attend to his kingdom, or rather the school. So he inched out of the bed, ever so gradually exposing his pale flesh to the brisk morning air, and crawled in the direction of clothes.
It was never any big decision what to wear, as most high schools had uniforms, and Yuki strangled himself into the formal attire. The sound of breakfast had ceased, so he was sure mounds of food were awaiting him on the table. He glanced in a mirror quickly, attempting to smooth the unruly gray-violet locks. Then, in seconds he was down the stairs and at the table, gazing upon the magnificent feast.
"Honda-san, you've really outdone yourself today. Is there some special occasion I've forgotten?" He flashed a smile at the seated girl, inquisitive about the reason behind the extraordinary meal. It couldn't be her birthday; Yuki would never forget that. And if it was Kyou's, it's not like he would even remember. As he quickly joined the others at the table, his eyes remained only on Tohru for her reply.
"A-actually, Kyou-kun..made this himself," she stammered out, still shocked by the neko's kind gesture. It took some adjusting from all of them to become used to this generous and helpful new Kyou.
"Hontou.." Yuki stared in amazement, his eyes drifting to where the redheaded teen sat. He smiled gently to cover up the shock, still having a hard time looking at Kyou normally after what had happened between them. The scene in the small, moonlight hospital room remained fresh in his mind, but he had to push that aside. It couldn't happen, so he would have to settle with his affections for Tohru, even as those gradually diminished. But he didn't want to think of that now, and distract himself form school, so the nezumi thought of nothing but the food before him and began eating in unison with the others. "Itadakimasu."
The chatter of the awake members of the house slowly crept into his ears, as the half conscious nezumi tried his hardest to remain asleep. He knew it was impossible, soon Tohru would be finished breakfast; he thought he already heard the sizzling of eggs. And after all this, the prince would have to attend to his kingdom, or rather the school. So he inched out of the bed, ever so gradually exposing his pale flesh to the brisk morning air, and crawled in the direction of clothes.
It was never any big decision what to wear, as most high schools had uniforms, and Yuki strangled himself into the formal attire. The sound of breakfast had ceased, so he was sure mounds of food were awaiting him on the table. He glanced in a mirror quickly, attempting to smooth the unruly gray-violet locks. Then, in seconds he was down the stairs and at the table, gazing upon the magnificent feast.
"Honda-san, you've really outdone yourself today. Is there some special occasion I've forgotten?" He flashed a smile at the seated girl, inquisitive about the reason behind the extraordinary meal. It couldn't be her birthday; Yuki would never forget that. And if it was Kyou's, it's not like he would even remember. As he quickly joined the others at the table, his eyes remained only on Tohru for her reply.
"A-actually, Kyou-kun..made this himself," she stammered out, still shocked by the neko's kind gesture. It took some adjusting from all of them to become used to this generous and helpful new Kyou.
"Hontou.." Yuki stared in amazement, his eyes drifting to where the redheaded teen sat. He smiled gently to cover up the shock, still having a hard time looking at Kyou normally after what had happened between them. The scene in the small, moonlight hospital room remained fresh in his mind, but he had to push that aside. It couldn't happen, so he would have to settle with his affections for Tohru, even as those gradually diminished. But he didn't want to think of that now, and distract himself form school, so the nezumi thought of nothing but the food before him and began eating in unison with the others. "Itadakimasu."