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Thank you all…….(wipes tear, holds the trophy while trying to unfold the thank-you list with one hand) Snow Bunny, Peacewish, Violintide, Mini Sweety and Anime Writer Karica….. thank you so much for reading and reviewing. And for noting the rating! (Bows head in shame) I never bothered to change it when I was uploading… and I never even noticed! (People actually notice??!!) I changed it to PG-13 seconds ago….. so to all innocent little rabbits who,um, accidently clicked on the title hoping for Touya and Yuki proclaiming their undying friendship and brotherhood to each other- uh, sorry. Really.
Story contains slash….. and Mini Sweety, yes, hon. Gay guys. Uh-huh. Luv 'em.
Disclaimer and note on grammar and spelling in Chapter One.
On with Chapter 2!
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I got out of the bed quietly, trying not to wake Touya.He looked so beautiful, blanket draped over his loins, his eyes relaxed as he breathed softly…. What does he dream about? About his mother? About Sakura? And maybe, if I dare hope, me? I smiled at his sleeping self, feeling a stab of possesiveness as moonlight caressed his body with her white silk…. I tore my eyes from him, and glanced at the clock. 2.15 a.m. Feeling awake, I decided to read the book I bought yesterday- The Tale Of Genji- and felt it would be heavenly to pore over it with a cup of coffee right next to me. I put on my clothes,grabbed the book and quietly headed downstairs.
I was surprised to see a kettle on the stove in the kitchen. A burglar? I didn't think a burglar would want to waste time from his exploits and brew coffee, of all things. Suddenly, sensing someone behind me, I turned around, to face Fujitaka-sensei, who didn't look as surprised to see me. He smiled, and said," Would you like some coffee, Tsukishiro-san? I believe that's why you're here, right?" I managed a tight smile, and muttered my thanks. I felt a little nervous being here with Touya's father. I felt so scared, and fear did not allow me to look into his eyes. I remembered Touya's promise to talk to Fujitaka-sensei later in the morning- it's Saturday tomorrow and Sakura will be off to Tomoyo-san's house. Fujitaka-sensei doesn't leave the house until 11 a.m. Perfect, we had thought. Only then I didn't think that I would bump into the man in question hours before showtime. Goodness.
" What book is that, Tsukishiro-san?" My future-father-in-law's question knocked me out of my brief stupor. I handed the book to him, and he smiled as he inspected it. " The Tale of Genji? Isn't that a little hard for 17 year olds? Oh, a bookmark. I take the question back." Fujitaka-sensei handed it back to me, and we smiled together. I bravely looked into his eyes, and felt a little proud of the admiration blazing off them.
" Have you read Tokio? By Eiji Yoshikawa?" he asked. I nodded and he continued, " Great book, that Tokio. I'm glad you like to read classics, Tsukishiro-san, it's nice to know that the future generation are not totally abandoning literary pieces for manga." I thanked him for his praise. He then quietly made coffee for both of us, and I watched him. Secretly I'm glad that he thinks that way. I mean, it's nice to know that your boyfriend's father doesn't think you are a dolt. I cleared my throat and asked, " Do you read classics, Fujitaka-sensei?" What a dumb question, I ranted in my head. He is an archeology professor. Duh. But I felt I needed to ask him something. Just to return his questions.
Fujitaka-sensei smiled as he placed my cup in front of me. " I do, Tsukishiro-san. Quite entertaining pieces, don't you think? Now I just wish I can convince Touya of that." We laughed softly. Once, after we snogged under the tree near the playground, Touya rested his head on my lap, and like a character from a shoujou manga, my eyes were all sparkly, thinking how wonderful and romantic it was at the time. And, like a certain character, I had wanted to read Touya a poem from The Tempest. To make a long story short, Touya not only fell asleep within the first two lines- dispelling all romantic notions I had floating in my head- he woke up to announce that classics are the pitchforks of Satan created by boring old men and hags to torture the life out of young people. I was so upset by his words that it had taken him over 10 declarations of love and 3 kisses to calm me down. And a box of chocolates and a super-large Hawaiian Delight to forgive him. To make up for his wrong words he allowed me to read Jane Eyre to him, only to have him fast asleep again within the first 3 pages. I forgave him, though. I didn't have the heart to be angry at him again.
" He is very special, isn't he, Tsukishiro-san?" Very special, I thought to myself as I took a sip of the hot drink, after nodding with a smile to the man next to me. I could feel his eyes staring at my being, and after careful deliberation, I looked up to meet them. Fujitaka-sensei just stared at me, his kind eyes reading me; and suddenly, I felt so exhausted. I felt like I had gone through a metal detector, only it had detected the metal and is beeping non-stop, and I didn't know what to do because I couldn't find the offending object. Guilt was eating me alive, and I braved myself to stare back at him, a small smile fixed on my lips.
Quietly, gently, the knowing smile not leaving his lips, he asked softly, " Is there anything, Tsukishiro-san, that you would like to tell me? Anything?" That confirms it. He knows, and he wants me to tell him. I knew it. And I know that he knows that I am aware of his knowledge about my relationship with Touya.
I smiled shyly at him and said, " Perhaps… perhaps we can tell you in the morning. It's better if Touya is here too." I know he must have noticed 'we', but he didn't say anything. He just smiled knowingly, and he said, " Take your time, Yukito-kun. Take your time." He picked up his cup and said, " I'll be in my study if you need me, okay? Don't stay up too long." He left quietly, and I just sat there, coffee in front of me, book beside me. I felt as if a heavy load just left me heart. I wanted to scream He knows! He knows! And he's not mad! He called me Yukito-kun!! A huge grin covered my face, and I felt too happy, too joyful to read. I drank the coffee and after cleaning up, I returned to Touya's room.
I took my clothes off and returned to the bed, curling up next to Touya. After a few seconds his hand returned to the familiar place near my stomach, and he whispered, " Where were you?" " Downstairs," I whispered back. " Your father was there. We had a talk and drank coffee. And here I am now."
Silence continued, and I wondered whether my lover had gone back to sleep. But then his arm gripped my stomach more tightly, and my thought was rebutted. " What kind of talk?" he asked, breathing into my ear. It tickled, but I liked the feeling. " About classics." " Boring," Came the immediate reply. I smiled to myself. " Nothing else?" he asked again.
" He knows, Touya. About us. But he's waiting for us to tell him. We're telling him, Touya, aren't we?" I turned around and searched his face for confirmation, hoping he didn't change his mind. To my relief, he smiled, and pulled me towards him, and hugged me tightly from behind. " Of course." He whispered, and we laid that way for the next few minutes, and when his grip relaxed I knew he had fallen asleep. I just snuggled up to him, loving the feel of his comforting body. I didn't know when I fell asleep, but my dreams were filled with rabbits, sunshine, and in the middle of the meadow, my Touya was waiting for me, ready to be a part of my life forever.
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Okay, just in case so their spirits don't haunt me: The Tale of Genji was written by Murasaki Shikibu, Taiko was written by Eiji Yoshikawa, and The Tempest was penned by no one else but William Shakespeare. I love Taiko, it's so long and heavy but really nice; I'm in chapter two of TToG ( I use a Professor Snape bookmark ); and I haven't read The Tempest yet. Great story, I know, but I just finished Macbeth and I'm not going to touch another work of The Bard for maybe,like, a year or so. Oh, and Jane Eyre is by Charlotte Bronte.
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