Chapter Thirty: Yuki, and Kyou's return to school
I thought it's become quite redundant having just the name begin a chapter, so thirty is the beginning a revolution for this story.
The walk to school was as usual, except Yuki felt it inappropriate to hold Tohru's hand today. Though Kyou did not seem to have the same feelings as prior to the accident, it was difficult to adjust to a Kyou who did not love their brunette companion. And to avoid jealousy or conflict, the nezumi walked slightly further from the shoujo, though he hoped Tohru would not take it personally.
Halfway to the institution, Tohru stopped and the waterworks began. "Are Yuki and Kyou made at me? I hope it wasn't rude of me not to make breakfast this morning. Please forgive me!" she whimpered, as the last sentence burst from her mouth more like a command. The overly sensitive teen seemed never to tire of blaming herself for anything possible, and today, when there was no justification, it began to irritate Yuki.
"Please, don't cry Honda-san. Kyou made breakfast before you had the chance. It's not your fault at all. Just don't worry about such little things. No one is mad at you." He clasped the now kneeling girl's hands, while desperately trying to hide the annoyance in his voice. When Tohru finally resumed her pace, and they could continue on their way, Yuki realized that Kyou hadn't appeared the slightest bit perturbed. It was nice for the neko not to explode at the littlest thing, but it actually made him rather uneasy; Kyou had to have developed an amazing tolerance for her, and Yuki's thoughts became tainted with unreasonable jealousy. 'He is so much more calm and at ease with her. Doushite? Am I not as easy to get along with?' But he forced himself to ignore the ridiculous presumption.
Upon their arrival, crowds gathered around the returning neko, asking every possible question, hoping to see some horrific injury or scar. To their disappointment, Kyou bore none visible without the removal of his shirt. As the bell rang and the multitude of students dissipated, Yuki was left with his cousin one final moment before classes begun. With a hand squeezing the redhead's shoulder, he spoke softly to the other.
"Are you nervous..about class, I mean?"
I thought it's become quite redundant having just the name begin a chapter, so thirty is the beginning a revolution for this story.
The walk to school was as usual, except Yuki felt it inappropriate to hold Tohru's hand today. Though Kyou did not seem to have the same feelings as prior to the accident, it was difficult to adjust to a Kyou who did not love their brunette companion. And to avoid jealousy or conflict, the nezumi walked slightly further from the shoujo, though he hoped Tohru would not take it personally.
Halfway to the institution, Tohru stopped and the waterworks began. "Are Yuki and Kyou made at me? I hope it wasn't rude of me not to make breakfast this morning. Please forgive me!" she whimpered, as the last sentence burst from her mouth more like a command. The overly sensitive teen seemed never to tire of blaming herself for anything possible, and today, when there was no justification, it began to irritate Yuki.
"Please, don't cry Honda-san. Kyou made breakfast before you had the chance. It's not your fault at all. Just don't worry about such little things. No one is mad at you." He clasped the now kneeling girl's hands, while desperately trying to hide the annoyance in his voice. When Tohru finally resumed her pace, and they could continue on their way, Yuki realized that Kyou hadn't appeared the slightest bit perturbed. It was nice for the neko not to explode at the littlest thing, but it actually made him rather uneasy; Kyou had to have developed an amazing tolerance for her, and Yuki's thoughts became tainted with unreasonable jealousy. 'He is so much more calm and at ease with her. Doushite? Am I not as easy to get along with?' But he forced himself to ignore the ridiculous presumption.
Upon their arrival, crowds gathered around the returning neko, asking every possible question, hoping to see some horrific injury or scar. To their disappointment, Kyou bore none visible without the removal of his shirt. As the bell rang and the multitude of students dissipated, Yuki was left with his cousin one final moment before classes begun. With a hand squeezing the redhead's shoulder, he spoke softly to the other.
"Are you nervous..about class, I mean?"