Oh So Cold
Part Nine: Sick Fascinations
By: Samsara
Disclaimer still stands. A/N: Thanks for the help with the name of Touya's Dad and all. You guys were so helpful that your reviews only stated "His name is Fujitaka Kinomoto" lol.
Part Nine: Sick Fascinations
Yukito awoke the next morning to the sound of a door slam and the engine of a mini-van. He was still dressed from the previous night and his sneakers lay across from him on the carpet. Touya was nowhere to be found, and his bed hadn't been slept in. Instead it was covered in boxes. It took a moment for Yukito to recognize those boxes as his own. Shedding the bed sheets, Yuki stood and went to see what was happening. Sakura was in the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone. Her head bobbed up and down as she scoured the refrigerator in search of breakfast food. The front door was wide open and Touya soon came marching in, carrying a heavy box and whistling.
"Touya?"
Touya stopped halfway up the steps, and turned to look down at his friend. "Hey. Last night I went over to your house and picked up your stuff. Since today is a Sunday, I thought we might assemble your new room," Touya replied and began up the stairs again.
"You didn't have to do that," Yukito muttered. A call from upstairs from Touya told him otherwise.
"Of course I had to, you dummy! Now come on up!"
Yukito's new room was at the very end of the house and tucked away in the corner opposite Kinomoto-san's room. It was kind of small, but there was enough room for a bed and a chest of drawers. The room also came with the balcony, which was currently covered in Saturday's laundry and located directly across from the door. There was a closet on the wall the door was on, and small bookcase in the center of the room, presently looking forlorn and out of place. First, Touya and Yuki brought in all the laundry from the balcony and moved the forlorn little bookcase to the wall where the balcony was. The bed was brought in next. It was only a simple wooden frame about 4" off the ground that encased a futon. The brilliant thing about the bed was that during the day you could cover it with a slab of wood (provided with the bed) and use it for a desk or table. The bed was a twin, but still fit Yukito's lithe form. Boxes were then retrieved from Touya's room and unpacked in Yuki's room. Yukito spent most of lunch on the floor encircled by his belongings, sorting what he wanted and didn't want. Books were put onto shelves and clothes folded and put in the dresser or closet. Surprisingly enough, Yukito threw himself fully into the work, happy to not have to speak of his problems or sit around having people stare at him. After 3 restless days of sitting watching the History Channel, Yuki was ready to do something. The room was finished by mid afternoon, and both collapsed on the bed. Outside the sky had clouded over and looked like rain. The pair lay on bed for an hour or so, watching the afternoon rain slide down the windows and trap on the balcony. It was about six when Yukito got up again.
"Where are you going?" Touya asked, flopping on his stomach to gaze lazily at Yuki.
"I thought you might be getting hungry so I was going to go cook us something," he answered softly, tearing his gaze from Touya.
"Why don't you order a pizza instead? I'm more in the mood for that. What about you?" Touya remarked. Watching the rain had made him sleepy and feeling old.
Yukito didn't reply but stepped out of the room and went to order the pizza. Sakura was still on the phone, this time she was obviously talking to Tomoyo and asking for homework help. Yukito sat down in kitchen and waited for her conversation to end. "Hey Yuki-kun? I wanted to welcome you to our house," Sakura smiled and plopped down next to him.
"Thanks," He mumbled.
"I made this for you to hang on your door. I hope you feel better and all," Sakura handed him her gift and with a peck on his cheek, she left to clean her room. She had made him a sign out of bright blue cardboard and white yarn. His name was printed in multi-colored sparkles and underneath his name was a collage of pictures. Some were of the past year from festivals and the like, but there was one, directly in the center of him and Touya in the 7th grade under a tree with a younger Sakura between them. Yukito sighed and placed the sign back on the table. Things weren't as simple as they had been in junior high. Now that he was out of the hospital, Yukito really didn't know what to do with himself. He had the sinking suspicion that all sharp objects had been locked out of his reach and he would constantly be watched. Tomorrow he would have to go to school again, and again there was a distinct feeling inside him that said tomorrow would not be pleasant. Besides, he had just gotten into his new "home" and he was already beginning to think about Touya again. Not in a friendly, thank-you-for-saving-my-life kind of way, but rather in a passionate, angry romantic way. He'd caught himself looking at Touya for long minutes. Although Yukito was somewhat refreshed by the normalcy of checking out Touya, he again found himself disgusted by his actions.
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The start of the next day wasn't as terrible as Yukito planned it to be. Sakura made them breakfast and they set out to school as they usually did. Yukito let Touya and Sakura banter back and forth, pleased to not have to contribute to the discussion. They arrived just on time, so there wasn't much time to talk to their friends. People were, needless to say, astonished by Yukito's appearance and whispers broke out during attendance call. During the day, Touya and Yuki only stared 2 classes and first period was a class where they were separated. Luckily for Yukito, typical Japanese classes didn't involve much chatter between students so Yukito was free to bury himself in his work. He wasn't, however, free from rumors when break rolled around. Yukito stood out on the lawns, scanning the students for Touya. Since he couldn't find his companion on the main grounds, he walked around back to look for him. Along his way he passed by a crowd of "populars" who were halfway through their morning smoke.
"Didn't you hear, dope? He tried to kill himself! You know, blast his brains out, unplug himself?!"
"Naw, I heard he slashed his wrists. Sick way to go if you ask me. I mean damn, he's the nicest kid but there's always somethin' funny about him. It's like he's one of those introverted psychopaths who are really morbid and gothic on the inside. They like tearing apart birds and shit like that,"
"How selfish is he? I mean, Touya saved him and all but now he's gonna have to pay the hospital. I bet he just did it for attention, and now he's using his friend's family to pay his debt to the hospital. Talk about being a slob," The comment was followed by laughter.
Yukito slowly backed away from the crowd. How could they laugh at him? They didn't know or understand how he felt? But they were right. He was a slob for sticking the Kinomoto family with the hospital bill. He hadn't even thought about it.
"You see how sick you are! See how much of a sadist you are! You spend your days fantasizing about Touya and then use him to get what you want. I can't believe you actually wonder why your grandparents left you! Look at yourself. You're ugly, malnourished, suicidal and to top it off, you're gay. You forgot about Church on Sunday again and spent the day thinking gay thoughts! Didn't anything in Bible School teach that it was wrong! You've doomed yourself so don't be surprised when you don't have any friends," Yukito thoughts bit at him and tore him down on the insides. He didn't choose to combat his feelings of animosity, but swallowed it and let the words sink in. He found himself back on the main grounds, and staring into Touya's eyes.
"Hey! I wanted to talk to you during break but I couldn't find you and I have to go now and set up for Art," Touya rambled, throwing an arm around Yuki's shoulder and leading him into the building. Yukito threw Touya's arm off of him and backed away.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Touya stared quizzically at his companion.
"Why'd you go and tell everyone? Does it give you some sort of sick satisfaction to.... to just tear someone apart like that!?" Yukito yelled at Touya, his body shaking as it filled up with pent up anger and rage.
"What are you talking about?! I didn't tell anybody why you were in the hospital! I wouldn't betray you like that!" Touya declared, moving closer to Yukito.
"Liar," Yuki snarled back.
"I'm telling the truth!"
"Oh?! Then if you are, why are people calling me a suicidal lunatic who enjoys ripping up birds?! HUH?" he scoffed in return. Touya stood there staring at a crying Yukito; fascinated with the boy he loved so dearly. The very idea of Yuki as a bird killer was twisted and made Touya want to throw up. Finally Touya's face screwed together and he landed a blow to the wall next to him. Yukito cowered away from Touya and fled further into the corner.
"You know what Yuki? I'm tired of you playing around and pretending no one cares. I'm sick and tired of it and I don't have time. We'll talk about this later,"
"Fine,"
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A/N: Another Chapter come and gone. Almost to the end. Another short chapter and one big long ending one.... and then maybe an epilogue. Damn I'm really bad with endings. Anyhow, thanks for your continued support, however short and sweet! lol.
Disclaimer still stands. A/N: Thanks for the help with the name of Touya's Dad and all. You guys were so helpful that your reviews only stated "His name is Fujitaka Kinomoto" lol.
Part Nine: Sick Fascinations
Yukito awoke the next morning to the sound of a door slam and the engine of a mini-van. He was still dressed from the previous night and his sneakers lay across from him on the carpet. Touya was nowhere to be found, and his bed hadn't been slept in. Instead it was covered in boxes. It took a moment for Yukito to recognize those boxes as his own. Shedding the bed sheets, Yuki stood and went to see what was happening. Sakura was in the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone. Her head bobbed up and down as she scoured the refrigerator in search of breakfast food. The front door was wide open and Touya soon came marching in, carrying a heavy box and whistling.
"Touya?"
Touya stopped halfway up the steps, and turned to look down at his friend. "Hey. Last night I went over to your house and picked up your stuff. Since today is a Sunday, I thought we might assemble your new room," Touya replied and began up the stairs again.
"You didn't have to do that," Yukito muttered. A call from upstairs from Touya told him otherwise.
"Of course I had to, you dummy! Now come on up!"
Yukito's new room was at the very end of the house and tucked away in the corner opposite Kinomoto-san's room. It was kind of small, but there was enough room for a bed and a chest of drawers. The room also came with the balcony, which was currently covered in Saturday's laundry and located directly across from the door. There was a closet on the wall the door was on, and small bookcase in the center of the room, presently looking forlorn and out of place. First, Touya and Yuki brought in all the laundry from the balcony and moved the forlorn little bookcase to the wall where the balcony was. The bed was brought in next. It was only a simple wooden frame about 4" off the ground that encased a futon. The brilliant thing about the bed was that during the day you could cover it with a slab of wood (provided with the bed) and use it for a desk or table. The bed was a twin, but still fit Yukito's lithe form. Boxes were then retrieved from Touya's room and unpacked in Yuki's room. Yukito spent most of lunch on the floor encircled by his belongings, sorting what he wanted and didn't want. Books were put onto shelves and clothes folded and put in the dresser or closet. Surprisingly enough, Yukito threw himself fully into the work, happy to not have to speak of his problems or sit around having people stare at him. After 3 restless days of sitting watching the History Channel, Yuki was ready to do something. The room was finished by mid afternoon, and both collapsed on the bed. Outside the sky had clouded over and looked like rain. The pair lay on bed for an hour or so, watching the afternoon rain slide down the windows and trap on the balcony. It was about six when Yukito got up again.
"Where are you going?" Touya asked, flopping on his stomach to gaze lazily at Yuki.
"I thought you might be getting hungry so I was going to go cook us something," he answered softly, tearing his gaze from Touya.
"Why don't you order a pizza instead? I'm more in the mood for that. What about you?" Touya remarked. Watching the rain had made him sleepy and feeling old.
Yukito didn't reply but stepped out of the room and went to order the pizza. Sakura was still on the phone, this time she was obviously talking to Tomoyo and asking for homework help. Yukito sat down in kitchen and waited for her conversation to end. "Hey Yuki-kun? I wanted to welcome you to our house," Sakura smiled and plopped down next to him.
"Thanks," He mumbled.
"I made this for you to hang on your door. I hope you feel better and all," Sakura handed him her gift and with a peck on his cheek, she left to clean her room. She had made him a sign out of bright blue cardboard and white yarn. His name was printed in multi-colored sparkles and underneath his name was a collage of pictures. Some were of the past year from festivals and the like, but there was one, directly in the center of him and Touya in the 7th grade under a tree with a younger Sakura between them. Yukito sighed and placed the sign back on the table. Things weren't as simple as they had been in junior high. Now that he was out of the hospital, Yukito really didn't know what to do with himself. He had the sinking suspicion that all sharp objects had been locked out of his reach and he would constantly be watched. Tomorrow he would have to go to school again, and again there was a distinct feeling inside him that said tomorrow would not be pleasant. Besides, he had just gotten into his new "home" and he was already beginning to think about Touya again. Not in a friendly, thank-you-for-saving-my-life kind of way, but rather in a passionate, angry romantic way. He'd caught himself looking at Touya for long minutes. Although Yukito was somewhat refreshed by the normalcy of checking out Touya, he again found himself disgusted by his actions.
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The start of the next day wasn't as terrible as Yukito planned it to be. Sakura made them breakfast and they set out to school as they usually did. Yukito let Touya and Sakura banter back and forth, pleased to not have to contribute to the discussion. They arrived just on time, so there wasn't much time to talk to their friends. People were, needless to say, astonished by Yukito's appearance and whispers broke out during attendance call. During the day, Touya and Yuki only stared 2 classes and first period was a class where they were separated. Luckily for Yukito, typical Japanese classes didn't involve much chatter between students so Yukito was free to bury himself in his work. He wasn't, however, free from rumors when break rolled around. Yukito stood out on the lawns, scanning the students for Touya. Since he couldn't find his companion on the main grounds, he walked around back to look for him. Along his way he passed by a crowd of "populars" who were halfway through their morning smoke.
"Didn't you hear, dope? He tried to kill himself! You know, blast his brains out, unplug himself?!"
"Naw, I heard he slashed his wrists. Sick way to go if you ask me. I mean damn, he's the nicest kid but there's always somethin' funny about him. It's like he's one of those introverted psychopaths who are really morbid and gothic on the inside. They like tearing apart birds and shit like that,"
"How selfish is he? I mean, Touya saved him and all but now he's gonna have to pay the hospital. I bet he just did it for attention, and now he's using his friend's family to pay his debt to the hospital. Talk about being a slob," The comment was followed by laughter.
Yukito slowly backed away from the crowd. How could they laugh at him? They didn't know or understand how he felt? But they were right. He was a slob for sticking the Kinomoto family with the hospital bill. He hadn't even thought about it.
"You see how sick you are! See how much of a sadist you are! You spend your days fantasizing about Touya and then use him to get what you want. I can't believe you actually wonder why your grandparents left you! Look at yourself. You're ugly, malnourished, suicidal and to top it off, you're gay. You forgot about Church on Sunday again and spent the day thinking gay thoughts! Didn't anything in Bible School teach that it was wrong! You've doomed yourself so don't be surprised when you don't have any friends," Yukito thoughts bit at him and tore him down on the insides. He didn't choose to combat his feelings of animosity, but swallowed it and let the words sink in. He found himself back on the main grounds, and staring into Touya's eyes.
"Hey! I wanted to talk to you during break but I couldn't find you and I have to go now and set up for Art," Touya rambled, throwing an arm around Yuki's shoulder and leading him into the building. Yukito threw Touya's arm off of him and backed away.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Touya stared quizzically at his companion.
"Why'd you go and tell everyone? Does it give you some sort of sick satisfaction to.... to just tear someone apart like that!?" Yukito yelled at Touya, his body shaking as it filled up with pent up anger and rage.
"What are you talking about?! I didn't tell anybody why you were in the hospital! I wouldn't betray you like that!" Touya declared, moving closer to Yukito.
"Liar," Yuki snarled back.
"I'm telling the truth!"
"Oh?! Then if you are, why are people calling me a suicidal lunatic who enjoys ripping up birds?! HUH?" he scoffed in return. Touya stood there staring at a crying Yukito; fascinated with the boy he loved so dearly. The very idea of Yuki as a bird killer was twisted and made Touya want to throw up. Finally Touya's face screwed together and he landed a blow to the wall next to him. Yukito cowered away from Touya and fled further into the corner.
"You know what Yuki? I'm tired of you playing around and pretending no one cares. I'm sick and tired of it and I don't have time. We'll talk about this later,"
"Fine,"
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A/N: Another Chapter come and gone. Almost to the end. Another short chapter and one big long ending one.... and then maybe an epilogue. Damn I'm really bad with endings. Anyhow, thanks for your continued support, however short and sweet! lol.