Chapter Forty: The miracle to crush my dreams
The nezumi had been briskly walking to Kyou's room, eager to see his neko- chan awake, until the doctor's words hit him like a slap across the face. 'He's back? It couldn't possibly be - he has his memory again.' Yuki could have broken down in the hall right on that spot; he was devastated to think the friendship, no it was much more, was to be ended so suddenly. 'But,' the shounen prayed to himself, 'perhaps he will remember everything that has happened..with me.'
The first step into that nostalgic hospital room seemed incredibly painful. If things truly were the way they obviously were meant to be, the harsh teen would probably scream some obscenity at his cousin's arrival. Yet, this new Kyou, so quiet and loving, would likely have a calmer response. Maybe they would even be given the opportunity to be alone later, just as the first time. It was too much to hope for, still Yuki could think of nothing else.
"Hi..Kyou. Are - are you feeling alright? Another fall so soon after, I can't imagine how painful this must be." He hesitantly approached the redhead, placing one icy-pale hand on the other. Squeezing the scarlet-eyed boy's hand gently, Yuki motioned for the audience to exit, and began to talk to Kyou, assuming he was the fiery teen inhabited by the spirit of the vengeful neko.
"This must seem strange to you," he began, hinting at the tender way he touched Kyou, "and I would have felt the same a few weeks ago. But, after our fight, when you fell off the roof - well really it was my fault - you had some sort of amnesia. You may not remember what happened during that time, and there's no way I can make you feel what it was like, but please listen. It must have been how you approached things with somewhat of a 'clean slate,' and it's difficult to describe. You were very..affectionate towards me. Honestly, I reciprocated. Though our past may suggest otherwise, you were so amazing, and I feel as though I..I..lo-love you." Yuki's face became crimson like a cherry, and he could barely face the other. But there was still more.
"You may not believe me, Kyou, but all I want is for you to stay that person. It would simply kill me to go back to our old hostility, especially after everyone saw..us.." His speech had come to a climax; how would Kyou react to know he had kissed, and so fondly touched, the one he always knew as enemy. 'No, he has every right to know, even if he kills me.' Reluctantly, the nezumi continued.
"We kissed. In this very hospital bed, you were on top of me..just like a lover. And..again, in front of our entire class. You..pressed me against the door, like in a movie." His entire body quivered with the arousing memories. If Kyou hated him, at least the gray-haired boy wanted one more, one last kiss. He leaned overtop a confused Kyou, forcing his lips upon his cousin while cupping the boy's smooth, motionless face in his hands. Whether Kyou pushed him away or not, Yuki needed this..so badly.
The nezumi had been briskly walking to Kyou's room, eager to see his neko- chan awake, until the doctor's words hit him like a slap across the face. 'He's back? It couldn't possibly be - he has his memory again.' Yuki could have broken down in the hall right on that spot; he was devastated to think the friendship, no it was much more, was to be ended so suddenly. 'But,' the shounen prayed to himself, 'perhaps he will remember everything that has happened..with me.'
The first step into that nostalgic hospital room seemed incredibly painful. If things truly were the way they obviously were meant to be, the harsh teen would probably scream some obscenity at his cousin's arrival. Yet, this new Kyou, so quiet and loving, would likely have a calmer response. Maybe they would even be given the opportunity to be alone later, just as the first time. It was too much to hope for, still Yuki could think of nothing else.
"Hi..Kyou. Are - are you feeling alright? Another fall so soon after, I can't imagine how painful this must be." He hesitantly approached the redhead, placing one icy-pale hand on the other. Squeezing the scarlet-eyed boy's hand gently, Yuki motioned for the audience to exit, and began to talk to Kyou, assuming he was the fiery teen inhabited by the spirit of the vengeful neko.
"This must seem strange to you," he began, hinting at the tender way he touched Kyou, "and I would have felt the same a few weeks ago. But, after our fight, when you fell off the roof - well really it was my fault - you had some sort of amnesia. You may not remember what happened during that time, and there's no way I can make you feel what it was like, but please listen. It must have been how you approached things with somewhat of a 'clean slate,' and it's difficult to describe. You were very..affectionate towards me. Honestly, I reciprocated. Though our past may suggest otherwise, you were so amazing, and I feel as though I..I..lo-love you." Yuki's face became crimson like a cherry, and he could barely face the other. But there was still more.
"You may not believe me, Kyou, but all I want is for you to stay that person. It would simply kill me to go back to our old hostility, especially after everyone saw..us.." His speech had come to a climax; how would Kyou react to know he had kissed, and so fondly touched, the one he always knew as enemy. 'No, he has every right to know, even if he kills me.' Reluctantly, the nezumi continued.
"We kissed. In this very hospital bed, you were on top of me..just like a lover. And..again, in front of our entire class. You..pressed me against the door, like in a movie." His entire body quivered with the arousing memories. If Kyou hated him, at least the gray-haired boy wanted one more, one last kiss. He leaned overtop a confused Kyou, forcing his lips upon his cousin while cupping the boy's smooth, motionless face in his hands. Whether Kyou pushed him away or not, Yuki needed this..so badly.