Chapter Thirty-four: Mass Hysteria
With the swarm of students now encircling them, Yuki's violet eyes bulged in shock and embarrassment. If he had ever decided this is what he wanted, and that he would let others know, this was definitely not the way it would happen. As the desperate boy clung to him even tighter, the nezumi furiously pushed his koi away. A teacher may have come out at any moment, and if one did they were certainly to be punished. But no matter what the force, he was unable to separate from the passionate teen, and finally resorted to an obvious method. He suddenly clamped his entire mouth shut, nearly biting the neko's previous submerged tongue right off. Lucky for Yuki, however, it worked, and he kept his hands on the other's shoulders to maintain distance.
As the questions flooded from their peers, Yuki did what he was best at, and threw on a calm, cool expression. "Please, minna-san, we should not waste precious class time out here. The teacher would most appreciate your return to the class," he forcefully directed the crowd away. Then, seconds before entering the now stuffy room, he swiftly whispered to Kyou "gomen," and pushed the neko into the room with him.
The day's classes went entirely too slow. All Yuki could think about was the kiss. It was sheerly amazing the need and desire he felt from Kyou in that single gesture. Really, he was to blame, but who would expect it could escalate to such extremes? It seemed every five minutes the shounen was shaking his head, attempting to banish the inappropriate thoughts, much to the confusion of his teacher. And no matter the subject, all he thought about was the redhead.
What seemed like years passed before the bell rang to announce lunch. It was of great concern to Yuki what people would say during the break, but he would have to tolerate any remarks thrown his way. Maybe, if he were to be careful, the nezumi thought he could steal away with Kyou to have a quiet lunch. But even that might be too suspicious. 'Oh, what possible solution is there?' the prince lamented, not realizing the drama he created physically with such bold facial expressions. He was already the talk of the school, though, so who would notice a little more strange behavior. While deep in the inner monologue, Yuki bumped into what he soon noticed to be Kyou. 'What an incredible coincidence! I must take this opportunity.' The gray-haired youth thought to himself, and quickly grasped the other boy's arm.
"Kyou-kun, please come with me for lunch, okay?"
With the swarm of students now encircling them, Yuki's violet eyes bulged in shock and embarrassment. If he had ever decided this is what he wanted, and that he would let others know, this was definitely not the way it would happen. As the desperate boy clung to him even tighter, the nezumi furiously pushed his koi away. A teacher may have come out at any moment, and if one did they were certainly to be punished. But no matter what the force, he was unable to separate from the passionate teen, and finally resorted to an obvious method. He suddenly clamped his entire mouth shut, nearly biting the neko's previous submerged tongue right off. Lucky for Yuki, however, it worked, and he kept his hands on the other's shoulders to maintain distance.
As the questions flooded from their peers, Yuki did what he was best at, and threw on a calm, cool expression. "Please, minna-san, we should not waste precious class time out here. The teacher would most appreciate your return to the class," he forcefully directed the crowd away. Then, seconds before entering the now stuffy room, he swiftly whispered to Kyou "gomen," and pushed the neko into the room with him.
The day's classes went entirely too slow. All Yuki could think about was the kiss. It was sheerly amazing the need and desire he felt from Kyou in that single gesture. Really, he was to blame, but who would expect it could escalate to such extremes? It seemed every five minutes the shounen was shaking his head, attempting to banish the inappropriate thoughts, much to the confusion of his teacher. And no matter the subject, all he thought about was the redhead.
What seemed like years passed before the bell rang to announce lunch. It was of great concern to Yuki what people would say during the break, but he would have to tolerate any remarks thrown his way. Maybe, if he were to be careful, the nezumi thought he could steal away with Kyou to have a quiet lunch. But even that might be too suspicious. 'Oh, what possible solution is there?' the prince lamented, not realizing the drama he created physically with such bold facial expressions. He was already the talk of the school, though, so who would notice a little more strange behavior. While deep in the inner monologue, Yuki bumped into what he soon noticed to be Kyou. 'What an incredible coincidence! I must take this opportunity.' The gray-haired youth thought to himself, and quickly grasped the other boy's arm.
"Kyou-kun, please come with me for lunch, okay?"