Chapter Thirty-five: Escape
It was amazing, how after all of those classes, his lips still burned, and his pulse still raced. How did the other do it? Kyou wondered, trying to avoid the accusing glances of several of his female classmates. Yea, it was his first day back, he couldn't remember a single person or thing, and he was hated by everyone. Could life get any worse?
Sighing audibly, leaning his head heavily on his left palm, he was more than relieved when the bell rang, and he finally could find a distraction. But Yuki, although he wanted it more than anything, was the last distraction he needed at the moment. The dark haired Souma had been on his mind all day, and if he followed through with the nezumi's request, the situation would only worsen. He couldn't exactly know how, but for the first time in his life, he felt as though he was actually thinking things through, and he hated himself for it.
Although he hadn't meant to be so aggressive, he tore away from his cousin, put more than a meter space in-between the two of them. " I'm sorry, but that doesn't seem like such a good idea." This was for the best; he had to keep reminding himself, as he turned his back on the other. If there was anything crucial to be said, it could be said when they were safe within their home's walls; and he was prepared to take the verbal beating he knew would come from this... or so he thought.
Head lowered, trying to avoid eye contact with both, his affectionate cousin, and the hundreds of hate filled glares, Kyou proceeded to the one place he thought he could find sanctuary. He wasn't sure exactly where, but he just let his legs guide him, up the several sets of stairs. To the roof.
It was amazing, how after all of those classes, his lips still burned, and his pulse still raced. How did the other do it? Kyou wondered, trying to avoid the accusing glances of several of his female classmates. Yea, it was his first day back, he couldn't remember a single person or thing, and he was hated by everyone. Could life get any worse?
Sighing audibly, leaning his head heavily on his left palm, he was more than relieved when the bell rang, and he finally could find a distraction. But Yuki, although he wanted it more than anything, was the last distraction he needed at the moment. The dark haired Souma had been on his mind all day, and if he followed through with the nezumi's request, the situation would only worsen. He couldn't exactly know how, but for the first time in his life, he felt as though he was actually thinking things through, and he hated himself for it.
Although he hadn't meant to be so aggressive, he tore away from his cousin, put more than a meter space in-between the two of them. " I'm sorry, but that doesn't seem like such a good idea." This was for the best; he had to keep reminding himself, as he turned his back on the other. If there was anything crucial to be said, it could be said when they were safe within their home's walls; and he was prepared to take the verbal beating he knew would come from this... or so he thought.
Head lowered, trying to avoid eye contact with both, his affectionate cousin, and the hundreds of hate filled glares, Kyou proceeded to the one place he thought he could find sanctuary. He wasn't sure exactly where, but he just let his legs guide him, up the several sets of stairs. To the roof.