Chapter Sixty-one:
Never before had the neko been held. Besides Tohru's accidents, which caused him to transform, and Kagura's ravaging this was an entirely new experience, and he was almost able to ignore the fact that it was the selfish mouse that was doing it. Really, Yuki had the highest of demands, and they seemed to only increase at the one time Kyou was still too weak to object; another reason why he disliked Yuki so damned much. It was going to be fun, trying to explain the bloodstained sheets to the hospital, and the torn straps at the corners of the bed; and no doubt, Yuki was going to allow Kyou the pleasure of such distasteful actions.
He couldn't sleep, couldn't even think of sleeping after what just happened. Who could? Well, Yuki's heavy breathing soon answered that question, causing the neko to scoff in annoyance. He was no longer on the edge, and thus all the pain had returned, although thrice as worse. Why would anyone ever even consider willfully taking it up the ass? Kyou wondered as he squirmed out from beneath Yuki's grasp and set out to find his clothes, somewhere discarded around the room.
I must look like an idiot! Kyou thought to himself as he limped around the room, feeling about one hundred years old when bending down left him breathless and in pain. He didn't want to be in that room for even a second longer, and he had no intention to return to it either, so when he was fully dressed, he proceeded to sneak out of the room, and down the empty halls of the dark hospital. His catlike grace a little lost in his limping, but at least he wasn't entirely graceless.
Finally settling down in a lounge chair in the emptiest corner he could find, he found the fatigue that struck him before the rape returning. He didn't even realize it, but as soon as he hit the chair, he was asleep.
Chapter Sixty-two:
The sun burned into his lavender eyes, slowly cracking open to an empty bed. 'Where am I?' he thought, in the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital. It dawned on him the events of last night, and alarmed him when Kyou was nowhere in sight. He immediately found a nurse and explained that his cousin was missing.
Wandering the crowded halls, Yuki became curious at every room he passed. Some patients seemed fine, lounging in their rooms, enjoying the moderate- sized colour televisions. Others were enveloped in casts, wrapped in bandages or worse; one body was escorted from a room, draped in a sheet from head to toe. It was frightening, imagining Kyou like that. At the end of the hall, in a small waiting room, he saw the neko.
Kyou was curled up, just like a cat in the small, overly cushioned chair. The blanket was messily wrapped around his shivering form, leaving him mostly exposed. A nearby attendant seemed to notice at the same moment, and woke the boy, nudging him towards the expectant Yuki. She left it to him to return the patient to his room.
"Kyou, why did you do that? Are you okay?" Yuki asked wrapping an arm around him, while guiding him down the endless halls.
Chapter Sixty-three:
It may not have been the most pleasant dream to stay in, but waking up to that same, overly gentle face, was enough to cause a less fit individual a heart attack. But he would not betray that to his ever so perfect cousin, who acted as though nothing had happened the night before. How convenient huh? Wonder if the guys in the surveillance room got a kick out of that show? It was amusing in a stupid sort of way, and he couldn't stop the sarcastic chuckle that escaped his lips.
Reentering the room was quite a different story though. He paused, dead in his tracks, and stared at the seemingly innocent bed, that, to an untrained eye, would look as normal as any other; but he knew what happened, and was quick to see the torn and blood spotted wrist straps, along with the ties that dangled off the bottom edge of the bed frame. He could see the bloodied sheet, although the actual stains were covered by a blanket. It was horrifying, in an eerie, overly sanitized, way; and the large expanse of white was beginning to get to him.
Chapter Sixty-four:
The neko's apprehension was more than obvious, and Yuki just left him to stand there. He sat lightly into the chair in the corner, resting his head in one hand. It was becoming a very awkward situation; Kyou was clearly upset about last night, but wouldn't say anything. That was probably worse, not being able to hear his rich, comforting voice.
"Sorry, Kyou. You hate me even more now..."
The window had been opened a crack. A nurse had probably come in to find the room unbearably stuffy, oblivious to the soiled bed. Who knows what she'd have thought to see such things. There was surely a reasonable explanation for everything. Yuki would have to think of this quickly, as someone would be in soon to attend on Kyou.
No sooner than he thought that, a short, round nurse burst in with clean sheets, more pillows and a cart containing Kyou breakfast. The sterile, artificial-looking food made the nezumi's stomach growl. It had been too long since he'd eaten. With someone to look after his cousin, Yuki politely dismissed himself to the food court.
It was small, and unusually crowded. There were three selections for food: a booth selling stale cooked meats, one offering agedashi tofu, and a shop full of racks of packaged goods. He felt amazingly less hungry at the poor display. He settled for a small bag of shrimp-flavoured snacks, terrible as they were. For all he knew, Kyou's meal could have been a feast compared to this.
After about an hour of lounging around, examining and re-examining the small plastic bag of his meal, Yuki made his way back to the neko's room. To his surprise, there was no one there. 'Perhaps the nurse just took him to bathe.' He couldn't help the clawing worry building inside, though. The violet-eyed teen simply sat in the same chair, same pose, same expression: tired and dazed, overcome by paranoia. Kyou would return to him...
Chapter Sixty-five:
He had no clue why they had even named these things cat scans, but he really hated them nonetheless; they always made his ears ring unbearably loud, and he always came out with a head ache. The condition being the exact same now, the steady pounding really driving on his already thin nerves, making him about ready to pounce on the next person that provoked him. As he had expected, Yuki left him alone to explain the blood stained sheet, and the ravaged straps, and he had almost panicked when the nurse accusingly shoved the sheets beneath his nose. And he had thought the day couldn't get any worse.
Well, he sighed, at least he didn't have to put up with those empty eyes piercing inside him, making him feel naked yet fully clothed at the same time. However, he was now sure that Yuki had lied to him last night; Yuki didn't love him at all, and he wasn't sure what caused the mouse to be attracted to his body, but Yuki was. The mere mention of Yuki and his body, although unspoken, was enough to make him shudder visibly, the nurses and doctors giving him strange looks shortly afterwards, probably questioning his sanity or something.
However, he was soon wordlessly escorted back to his room, and left there without another word, it was almost frightening. And for the longest time, he just stared at the bed in silence, fists clenching and relaxing in some inaudible rhythm. He wasn't even aware of the other's presence in the deathly silent room, his focus concentrated on the seemingly innocent bed as though it were about to attack him, and he was ready to retaliate. Throwing his fist into the wall to his left, Kyou roared at the pain now apparent in his knuckles, and cursed himself for reopening the cuts on his palms; yet another thing he had the pleasure of explaining to the nurse.
"Shit!!! Shit shit shit!!" The neko swore in a growl, as he attacked the wall, soon focusing his anger on the bed, and the marshmallow like pillow. "Why did I let him do that?!! Kyou you really are an idiot aren't you! You let your own cousin fuck you! Pervert! You really are desperate aren't you- But the rat!!! Why him?! Because he told you he loved you, right?" Tears were already streaming down his cheeks, as he halted his assault on the pillow, clenching it to his chest as tightly as he could possibly do, sitting atop the bed. "You really are an idiot aren't you?.."
Chapter Sixty-six:
He paused, waiting for the neko to say something. It seemed cruel what his confession was doing to the confused teen, but that couldn't be helped. What Yuki felt had become so overwhelming he could no longer keep it inside, and really, he thought, deep down inside Kyou would feel the same, even out of loneliness. But that was wrong; Kyou hated him more than before, and himself as well.
"You don't believe me, do you?"
The faint smirk betrayed what the nezumi felt inside. How could anyone smile at a time like this? In his attempt to be happy, Yuki had ruined everything, and the mere thought made his violet eyes glaze over with tears. 'Maybe it's best if I just leave him alone.' He rubbed furiously at the salty fluid trickling down his pale cheeks, over his lips, and off the straight jaw.
"I guess I should go now..." He slowly rose from the chair, waiting for Kyou to stop him, but no such dissuasion came. Yuki reluctantly gathered his coat and left. In the midst of the hesitant exit, Yuki paused in the doorway.
"...unless you would want me to stay..." The sheer hope was blindingly clear in his voice. This moment could make him endlessly happy, or destroy the nezumi forever.
Never before had the neko been held. Besides Tohru's accidents, which caused him to transform, and Kagura's ravaging this was an entirely new experience, and he was almost able to ignore the fact that it was the selfish mouse that was doing it. Really, Yuki had the highest of demands, and they seemed to only increase at the one time Kyou was still too weak to object; another reason why he disliked Yuki so damned much. It was going to be fun, trying to explain the bloodstained sheets to the hospital, and the torn straps at the corners of the bed; and no doubt, Yuki was going to allow Kyou the pleasure of such distasteful actions.
He couldn't sleep, couldn't even think of sleeping after what just happened. Who could? Well, Yuki's heavy breathing soon answered that question, causing the neko to scoff in annoyance. He was no longer on the edge, and thus all the pain had returned, although thrice as worse. Why would anyone ever even consider willfully taking it up the ass? Kyou wondered as he squirmed out from beneath Yuki's grasp and set out to find his clothes, somewhere discarded around the room.
I must look like an idiot! Kyou thought to himself as he limped around the room, feeling about one hundred years old when bending down left him breathless and in pain. He didn't want to be in that room for even a second longer, and he had no intention to return to it either, so when he was fully dressed, he proceeded to sneak out of the room, and down the empty halls of the dark hospital. His catlike grace a little lost in his limping, but at least he wasn't entirely graceless.
Finally settling down in a lounge chair in the emptiest corner he could find, he found the fatigue that struck him before the rape returning. He didn't even realize it, but as soon as he hit the chair, he was asleep.
Chapter Sixty-two:
The sun burned into his lavender eyes, slowly cracking open to an empty bed. 'Where am I?' he thought, in the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital. It dawned on him the events of last night, and alarmed him when Kyou was nowhere in sight. He immediately found a nurse and explained that his cousin was missing.
Wandering the crowded halls, Yuki became curious at every room he passed. Some patients seemed fine, lounging in their rooms, enjoying the moderate- sized colour televisions. Others were enveloped in casts, wrapped in bandages or worse; one body was escorted from a room, draped in a sheet from head to toe. It was frightening, imagining Kyou like that. At the end of the hall, in a small waiting room, he saw the neko.
Kyou was curled up, just like a cat in the small, overly cushioned chair. The blanket was messily wrapped around his shivering form, leaving him mostly exposed. A nearby attendant seemed to notice at the same moment, and woke the boy, nudging him towards the expectant Yuki. She left it to him to return the patient to his room.
"Kyou, why did you do that? Are you okay?" Yuki asked wrapping an arm around him, while guiding him down the endless halls.
Chapter Sixty-three:
It may not have been the most pleasant dream to stay in, but waking up to that same, overly gentle face, was enough to cause a less fit individual a heart attack. But he would not betray that to his ever so perfect cousin, who acted as though nothing had happened the night before. How convenient huh? Wonder if the guys in the surveillance room got a kick out of that show? It was amusing in a stupid sort of way, and he couldn't stop the sarcastic chuckle that escaped his lips.
Reentering the room was quite a different story though. He paused, dead in his tracks, and stared at the seemingly innocent bed, that, to an untrained eye, would look as normal as any other; but he knew what happened, and was quick to see the torn and blood spotted wrist straps, along with the ties that dangled off the bottom edge of the bed frame. He could see the bloodied sheet, although the actual stains were covered by a blanket. It was horrifying, in an eerie, overly sanitized, way; and the large expanse of white was beginning to get to him.
Chapter Sixty-four:
The neko's apprehension was more than obvious, and Yuki just left him to stand there. He sat lightly into the chair in the corner, resting his head in one hand. It was becoming a very awkward situation; Kyou was clearly upset about last night, but wouldn't say anything. That was probably worse, not being able to hear his rich, comforting voice.
"Sorry, Kyou. You hate me even more now..."
The window had been opened a crack. A nurse had probably come in to find the room unbearably stuffy, oblivious to the soiled bed. Who knows what she'd have thought to see such things. There was surely a reasonable explanation for everything. Yuki would have to think of this quickly, as someone would be in soon to attend on Kyou.
No sooner than he thought that, a short, round nurse burst in with clean sheets, more pillows and a cart containing Kyou breakfast. The sterile, artificial-looking food made the nezumi's stomach growl. It had been too long since he'd eaten. With someone to look after his cousin, Yuki politely dismissed himself to the food court.
It was small, and unusually crowded. There were three selections for food: a booth selling stale cooked meats, one offering agedashi tofu, and a shop full of racks of packaged goods. He felt amazingly less hungry at the poor display. He settled for a small bag of shrimp-flavoured snacks, terrible as they were. For all he knew, Kyou's meal could have been a feast compared to this.
After about an hour of lounging around, examining and re-examining the small plastic bag of his meal, Yuki made his way back to the neko's room. To his surprise, there was no one there. 'Perhaps the nurse just took him to bathe.' He couldn't help the clawing worry building inside, though. The violet-eyed teen simply sat in the same chair, same pose, same expression: tired and dazed, overcome by paranoia. Kyou would return to him...
Chapter Sixty-five:
He had no clue why they had even named these things cat scans, but he really hated them nonetheless; they always made his ears ring unbearably loud, and he always came out with a head ache. The condition being the exact same now, the steady pounding really driving on his already thin nerves, making him about ready to pounce on the next person that provoked him. As he had expected, Yuki left him alone to explain the blood stained sheet, and the ravaged straps, and he had almost panicked when the nurse accusingly shoved the sheets beneath his nose. And he had thought the day couldn't get any worse.
Well, he sighed, at least he didn't have to put up with those empty eyes piercing inside him, making him feel naked yet fully clothed at the same time. However, he was now sure that Yuki had lied to him last night; Yuki didn't love him at all, and he wasn't sure what caused the mouse to be attracted to his body, but Yuki was. The mere mention of Yuki and his body, although unspoken, was enough to make him shudder visibly, the nurses and doctors giving him strange looks shortly afterwards, probably questioning his sanity or something.
However, he was soon wordlessly escorted back to his room, and left there without another word, it was almost frightening. And for the longest time, he just stared at the bed in silence, fists clenching and relaxing in some inaudible rhythm. He wasn't even aware of the other's presence in the deathly silent room, his focus concentrated on the seemingly innocent bed as though it were about to attack him, and he was ready to retaliate. Throwing his fist into the wall to his left, Kyou roared at the pain now apparent in his knuckles, and cursed himself for reopening the cuts on his palms; yet another thing he had the pleasure of explaining to the nurse.
"Shit!!! Shit shit shit!!" The neko swore in a growl, as he attacked the wall, soon focusing his anger on the bed, and the marshmallow like pillow. "Why did I let him do that?!! Kyou you really are an idiot aren't you! You let your own cousin fuck you! Pervert! You really are desperate aren't you- But the rat!!! Why him?! Because he told you he loved you, right?" Tears were already streaming down his cheeks, as he halted his assault on the pillow, clenching it to his chest as tightly as he could possibly do, sitting atop the bed. "You really are an idiot aren't you?.."
Chapter Sixty-six:
He paused, waiting for the neko to say something. It seemed cruel what his confession was doing to the confused teen, but that couldn't be helped. What Yuki felt had become so overwhelming he could no longer keep it inside, and really, he thought, deep down inside Kyou would feel the same, even out of loneliness. But that was wrong; Kyou hated him more than before, and himself as well.
"You don't believe me, do you?"
The faint smirk betrayed what the nezumi felt inside. How could anyone smile at a time like this? In his attempt to be happy, Yuki had ruined everything, and the mere thought made his violet eyes glaze over with tears. 'Maybe it's best if I just leave him alone.' He rubbed furiously at the salty fluid trickling down his pale cheeks, over his lips, and off the straight jaw.
"I guess I should go now..." He slowly rose from the chair, waiting for Kyou to stop him, but no such dissuasion came. Yuki reluctantly gathered his coat and left. In the midst of the hesitant exit, Yuki paused in the doorway.
"...unless you would want me to stay..." The sheer hope was blindingly clear in his voice. This moment could make him endlessly happy, or destroy the nezumi forever.