Chapter Thirty-six: Does he hate me?
As the neko slipped away, all Yuki could do was stare after the retreating mop of carrot-coloured hair. It took every ounce of reason he had not to chase the other boy, but somehow he managed to stay rooted to the ground. Obviously Kyou was upset, and the situation would worsen if he made a scene in the middle of school. And the fear building inside his mind made the nezumi feel painfully ill. It was as if all the apprehension that Kyou now hated him manifested itself into a virus, attacking Yuki from the inside.
At the end of their break, after spending a silent lunch-hour in Tohru's company, Yuki approached his teacher and informed the adult he was ill, and would go home. The instructor agreed, and mentioned the teen's mediocre performance in the morning. Without another word, he departed for Shigure's house, hopefully to calm down.
----Time passes (a few hours)--(
From his room up the stairs, Yuki could hear the other two arrive from school. The tension from earlier seemed to return, and in seconds the gray- haired shounen once again felt indescribable uneasiness. Determined to avoid the neko, being so unsure of what to say, he darted out the window and made his way onto the roof.
It was uncomfortably nostalgic to be here, but Yuki hoped he would not soon be joined by a certain person. With the brisk afternoon air soothing his reddened skin, he resolved to relax and think, maybe even until everyone was in bed. 'What was I thinking? To kiss him right at school? So stupid of me. But how can I possibly fix this?' The nezumi's distressing thoughts did everything except relax him. However, there was no clear solution to him, and the realization made his stomach turn.
'I hope more than anything, though, that he doesn't hate me now.. Does he think I wanted to push him away? What could I have done? With such a crowd gathered, how could I possibly continue to make-out with my own cousin?' Upon the last sentence, it dawned on Yuki that such an act, the two being related indirectly, didn't disgust him. However, the overbearing reputation he had to upkeep was the only concern of earlier events. 'If only he knew the reason. It's probably too late. Kyou, you wouldn't understand, but really do lo-' The word caught in his throat. Even to think it caused the young Souma to tremble. Could he possibly have 'those' feelings for Kyou, of all people? Remembering that there was obviously no one around, Yuki let it out, hoping for cathartic results.
"Kyou, koishiteru.."
As the neko slipped away, all Yuki could do was stare after the retreating mop of carrot-coloured hair. It took every ounce of reason he had not to chase the other boy, but somehow he managed to stay rooted to the ground. Obviously Kyou was upset, and the situation would worsen if he made a scene in the middle of school. And the fear building inside his mind made the nezumi feel painfully ill. It was as if all the apprehension that Kyou now hated him manifested itself into a virus, attacking Yuki from the inside.
At the end of their break, after spending a silent lunch-hour in Tohru's company, Yuki approached his teacher and informed the adult he was ill, and would go home. The instructor agreed, and mentioned the teen's mediocre performance in the morning. Without another word, he departed for Shigure's house, hopefully to calm down.
----Time passes (a few hours)--(
From his room up the stairs, Yuki could hear the other two arrive from school. The tension from earlier seemed to return, and in seconds the gray- haired shounen once again felt indescribable uneasiness. Determined to avoid the neko, being so unsure of what to say, he darted out the window and made his way onto the roof.
It was uncomfortably nostalgic to be here, but Yuki hoped he would not soon be joined by a certain person. With the brisk afternoon air soothing his reddened skin, he resolved to relax and think, maybe even until everyone was in bed. 'What was I thinking? To kiss him right at school? So stupid of me. But how can I possibly fix this?' The nezumi's distressing thoughts did everything except relax him. However, there was no clear solution to him, and the realization made his stomach turn.
'I hope more than anything, though, that he doesn't hate me now.. Does he think I wanted to push him away? What could I have done? With such a crowd gathered, how could I possibly continue to make-out with my own cousin?' Upon the last sentence, it dawned on Yuki that such an act, the two being related indirectly, didn't disgust him. However, the overbearing reputation he had to upkeep was the only concern of earlier events. 'If only he knew the reason. It's probably too late. Kyou, you wouldn't understand, but really do lo-' The word caught in his throat. Even to think it caused the young Souma to tremble. Could he possibly have 'those' feelings for Kyou, of all people? Remembering that there was obviously no one around, Yuki let it out, hoping for cathartic results.
"Kyou, koishiteru.."