Oh So Cold:
Part Twelve: Nervous
By: Samsara
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It only took a few seconds for the train station to filter into silence. Everything on the platform froze in place, people hushed from conversation and quieted by the echo of Yukito's scream. People immediately turned and stared at the teenager, their eyes glancing up and down his pale skin, their pupils darting from his clothes to his suitcase. They looked for homelessness, for hunger and starvation. Soon people began to surround Yuki, reaching out hands to smooth his clothes or to wipe the sweat from his brow.
"Are you alright? What is wrong?"
"Why are you out here, all alone? Poor dear, where are your parents?"
"Are you ill? What do you mean 'Help me from myself'? I don't understand"
"How can we help you?"
The voices of all the people surrounding him fascinated Yuki. To him these voices sounded like the songs from sweet angels. But still, these voices were distant and somewhat cold. How could someone so happy as they, understand what he was feeling? How could they want to hear about his troubles? Their faces were plain and dull in the dim light. No, these weren't angels. They were normal people whose day had just been disturbed by a teenager who couldn't keep his emotions in check.
"Perhaps everyone has feelings like this," Yukito considered quietly, "Maybe everyone hates themselves. Maybe everyone gets in everybody else's way, and they have grown enough to control it. But don't they feel the anger at themselves? The hatred? Do they ever say things they don't mean to, or anger others without meaning to? Can't everyone manipulate as good as I?" The idea silenced him.
The station's security had swallowed around the crowd and made their way in. Many people had become disturbed by the teenager's stillness. His eyes were immobile and his face was clammy and cold.
"Are you alright son?" A security guard knelt down next to Yukito and shined a flashlight in his eyes. Yuki blinked rapidly for a moment before assessing the situation. He couldn't do this. He couldn't dare let anyone know. Instead, he hung his head a moment before pulling his chin back up. He greeted the crowd with a semi-smile.
"Forgive me for my outburst everyone," Yukito started quietly. His voice was calm and collected, his face resembling a smooth plaque copper. He let no emotion sink through his skin. This was exactly what he had been doing for the past months: lying about his condition. People didn't need to know his embarrassing secrets. He didn't want them to know, for they were like everyone else. Untrustworthy.
The crowd heaved a sigh of relief.
"What is wrong lad?"
Yukito stretched his face into a broad grin.
"I am trying to memorize a play for a big production. My outburst was from a monologue my character says. The lines were just so powerful that I, well, accidentally screamed it. Please forgive my interruption." Yukito informed the crowd.
It took only minutes for people to nod and walk off. The security guard kneeling next to him stayed however. He continued to hold his light in Yuki's face, and his eyes bore into Yuki like lasers. Yukito didn't say anything to the man, but opted to ignore him all together. This man was so much like Touya: always worrying when he shouldn't., always taking care of someone who couldn't possibly return the favour. The thought brought tears into Yukito's eyes. He bent his head and shriveled away from the man's light. The security guard looked thoughtful for a moment, his brow creasing in deep thought. Then he stood.
"Come with me," he ordered, keeping the light on Yuki. Yuki looked up at him quizzically. The guard repeated his order before turning away.
What kind of trouble had Yukito gotten himself into? Did the guard recognize him as a runaway? Yukito thought that his performance had been perfect; so flawless that no one could see through his charade. Indeed, he was wrong.
The guard lead him around the station to the front, where there was a restaurant and a post office. The guard directed Yukito into the restaurant and sat them down in a booth. Yukito waited patiently for the man to speak first.
"So kid, what's your name?" The man took off his hat and his coat. He was broad shouldered with mussy brown hair and dark Greek eyes. He was average in height and weight to a man of 35.
The man's face was impassive, his jaw a deadline and his mouth a no-nonsense crease. There would be no lying to this man, that much Yukito was sure of.
"Yukito," he murmured. Yuki shifted nervously in the booth as the waitress came by. The guard ordered them coffee and quickly dismissed the girl.
"Okay, Yukito, why are you running away and what from?"
Yukito felt his heart stop. God damn, this man knew all.
"Excuse me? I don't under-" Yuki began, this time pulling out a sweet voice and puzzled expression.
"I think you know what I mean. What are you running from?" The man demanded, his face bright red. Yukito glanced out the window before replying,
"Everything."
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A/N: Another, short chapter... Ah well, more coming. I just can't write this all in one go... Sorry I haven't updated lately: I've been working out my move back to Rome which is actually a pain in the ass. Finding apartments isn't as easy as it used to be. Anyhow, more coming and thanks so much for all the reviews! Oh, and to answer Empress Yue's question (which I think you've asked before, lol), no Yue will not be appearing in this fic. Mostly because I know very little of Yue and adding him in now wouldn't achieve the same purpose of the story. As I'm sure most of you have noticed, this fic is lacking the major things of the actual series (like the cards, clow, etc etc) and adding in Yue now will make the fic weird... yeah. Maybe he'll be in the sequel, (wink wink). Email me if you want a hint of the sequel, okay? Thanks!
-Samsara