a/n: chapter 2 here. thanks for the reviews guys!
disclaimer: don't own anything. i'm poor .'
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Stained Innocence
Chapter 2: Voices
The Dining Hall was crowded as usual. Even the raised voices were almost drowned by the furious clink and clank of silverware and plates.
Yuki showed his dorm ID to the girl on the front desk, she barely gave it a glance and nodded too eagerly, blushing to the roots of her hair. Yuki gave her a smile, which made the girl stammer a nervous 'enjoy your meal Sohma-kun!'.
He let his gaze scan the crowded room and noted that a few girls had come over for dinner. Theirs was a boy's dorm, but it wasn't forbidden for females to take their meals at their building. He casually took a tray and headed over to the buffet table, silently contemplating if he should go for sushi or maybe try some Italian cuisine.
He noticed a table mostly occupied with the familiar faces of girls who usually came in hopes that he would eat with them, and he did so occasionally, but more often than not, he would refuse and sit at the corner where no one would bother him. He never liked to be bothered while eating. Even a few guys hooted and called out for him to join their table, but Yuki gave them his usual apologetic smile.
Yes, he was aware of it, aware of how girls adore him; aware of how even some of the guys stare at him. He should feel flattered, he knew, but he only felt... burdened, burdened that if he showed them even a single annoyed expression, he would simply hurt them. He questioned himself many times, why did he have to care? Why did he always feel a need to act perfect in front of these people? Why did he have to smile when he didn't feel like smiling?
But he had known the answer for a long time. He knew what it felt like to be betrayed... and for as long as he could, he would not betray those who unquestioningly believed in him.
He headed for his usual spot at the far east end of the hall, but he almost dropped his tray when a hand suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Come here."
Come here, I won't punish you...
Yuki stopped dead on his tracks. He turned his head almost painfully slow, expecting to see a dark-haired boy whose cruel eyes glowed like burning hot coals... but he only saw an unfamiliar face of an upperclassman... someone he had never met before.
"Come here and join us. We still have one seat," the other guy continued.
Yuki shook his head and politely shrugged off the hand.
"Thanks, but I've already found a spot over there."
He gave the man a slight bow and continued on his way.
He heard an audible derisive snort.
"You think you're all that, eh, pretty boy? What? You act like we have some sort of disease or something!"
Yuki turned to face the enraged upper-classman. He had been in situations like this before...
"Gomen nasai, but it's not like that, sempai. I'm just -"
Yuki couldn't finish what he had to say. The other man shoved his tray. Broken pieces of glass clattered on the floor. All eyes were turned on them at once.
A girl's screech could be heard above the deafening silece.
"What are you doing, Sasuke!"
The girl darted towards Yuki's offender, placing a restraining hand on the man's arm.
But the man only snorted.
"So, is this what you dumped me for? This girly-looking boy?! Give me a break!" the man shouted back in full rage.
It didn't take long for Yuki to connect the pieces and realize what was going on. The girl was one of his more avid 'fans' and had in fact followed him relentlessly for a few days before he had personally requested for her to stop. She had been more open in her advances recently and Yuki had tried his best to avoid them.
Instead of answering the other man's question, the girl continued pleadingly.
"Don't... don't hurt him!"
But it only seemed to make the other man angrier. He took a few steps closer to the still immobile Yuki and harshly gripped the younger boy by the arm.
The guy called Sasuke bent forward, a mad grin playing on his lips and hissed at Yuki's ears.
"You've been bad, pretty boy... and bad boys need to be punished..."
You've been bad again...
Bad boys needed to be punished...
Come here, I won't punish you...
Words he had thought he would never hear again. Memories he had long buried in hopes that they would simply become part of an unpleasant dream. Cold voice... dark eyes...
Thoughts of a distant past came back flooding endlessly...
His eyes darkened...
The other man chuckled.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
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Kyou dragged his feet along the hall. Damn nezumi. And to think that he actually thought Yuki was being nice offering to have dinner together. He had waited for Yuki to come back, but when a half an hour passed, he decided to Yuki had gone to the dining hall without him.
Grrr... Kami! Just let me break his pretty nose just once!
He prayed silently, waving his fist in the air. A few dormers gave him strange looks, wondering why the orange-haired boy seemed like he was about ready to explode.
He entered the dining hall. There was no one in the front desk so he simply stormed past. He noticed the commotion and the crowd that was starting to gather at the center...
But what he sa w-- and heard -- next made him choke.
"Cat got your tongue?"
He saw the man ask... Yuki!
Kyou froze.
"G-g-got Y-Yuki's t-tongue?" he repeated. The images that flashed through his mind were so disturbing and unfamiliar that his face immediately flushed bright red. He desperately shook his head in an attempt to clear the visions away, but to his never ending despair, the redness on his cheeks would not go away, try as he might.
In a very Kyou-like manner, he waved a fist in the air. If he didn't understand something, he would get mad, and he would fight.
"W-WHOSE GOT HIS TONGUE?!" he roared, his voice reverberating through the dining hall.
Silence followed and Kyou was left blinking. Perhaps he had said something weird... and a little loud too...
Unlike Yuki, he was never comfortable being the center of attention...
He shot a glance at Yuki, and flushed redder when he saw the other boy's expression -- it was a mixture of surprise and amusement... and Kyou could only guess Yuki had understood what he was being so flustered about.
"What are you talking about, idiot?" the upperclassman who was still gripping Yuki's arm asked in annoyance.
Kyou gritted his teeth. He was embarrassed enough as it was, and being called an 'idiot' was just rubbing salt to the wound. Sure, Yuki calls him an idiot every friggin' day... but that was... different...
"Don't call me idiot! And why would the cat get his tongue! I mean, don't say that! It's gross! And -- and why the hell are we talking about Yuki's tongue!" he shouted, his mouth obviously working faster than his brain.
Everyone stared at him, blinking. Kyou could have sworn there were visible question marks floating around their heads.
Kyou turned redder than he had ever been in his life.
"NEVER MIND WHAT I SAID! JUST GET LOST, MORON!!!" he added, punching the upperclassman who landed a few tables away, obviously knocked cold. There was a collective gasp. Yuki was gripping a chair so fiercely that his knuckles almost turned white. His shoulders where violently shaking. Kyou knew the other boy was desperately holding back his laughter.
"What are you laughing at!" he gritted out.
"No... I... just..." it took Yuki several seconds to form the some words. His laughter bubbling irrepressibly that he had to press a hand against his stomach.
"Whatever!" Kyou shouted before storming out of the dining hall. He was embarrassed... he was mad... and to have Yuki laughing at him... made his chest feel strangely... tight.
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Yuki found Kyou back at their room, sitting cross-legged at the upper bunk-bed, his face hidden behind a magazine. The soft creak of the door as Yuki entered and even the sound of him clearing his throat went, perhaps deliberately, unnoticed.
"Thanks about earlier," he began.
There was no reply, the neko was obviosly ignoring him.
"I'm really grateful. I was afraid..."
At that, Kyou couldn't help snapping his head up and leaning eagerly down his bed.
"What? You were afraid?!"
Yuki shook his head.
"I meant, I was afraid what I would have done to that guy... if you hadn't interfered," Yuki continued. "He... he reminded me of something... someone."
"Oh," was all Kyou could say. He wanted to ask more, but Yuki didn't seem like he was willing to talk more. Then realizing that he was supposed to be mad and sulking, he hmphd.
"Then you shouldn't laugh at me if I helped you out, damned nezumi," he muttered bitterly, breaking the silence that was starting to feel awkward.
"I wasn't laughing AT you. I was laughing BECAUSE of you," Yuki corrected.
Kyou visibly simmered. "What the hell is the difference?!"
Yuki merely smiled charmingly. "There IS a big difference!" he insisted.
"Ch" Kyou mumbled, bringing the magazine up to his face again. This time, not because he was sulking, but he could feel slight warmth on his cheeks once again... damn, Yuki always looks so cute when he smiles...
Then realizing how embarrassing - and strange- his thoughts were, he cursed loudly and kicked the wall in frustration.
"What are you doing, baka neko!" Yuki asked in surprise.
"Shut up! I'm going to sleep!" he yelled and pulled the covers over his head.
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a/n: i guess mostly kyou and yuki stuff here. no akito yet, but he will be in the next chapter! hope that was ok. please review! the first chapter was too serious and angsty so i thought i'd make it a bit more light-hearted in this one. but yeah, there will be more angst later^^
disclaimer: don't own anything. i'm poor .'
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Stained Innocence
Chapter 2: Voices
The Dining Hall was crowded as usual. Even the raised voices were almost drowned by the furious clink and clank of silverware and plates.
Yuki showed his dorm ID to the girl on the front desk, she barely gave it a glance and nodded too eagerly, blushing to the roots of her hair. Yuki gave her a smile, which made the girl stammer a nervous 'enjoy your meal Sohma-kun!'.
He let his gaze scan the crowded room and noted that a few girls had come over for dinner. Theirs was a boy's dorm, but it wasn't forbidden for females to take their meals at their building. He casually took a tray and headed over to the buffet table, silently contemplating if he should go for sushi or maybe try some Italian cuisine.
He noticed a table mostly occupied with the familiar faces of girls who usually came in hopes that he would eat with them, and he did so occasionally, but more often than not, he would refuse and sit at the corner where no one would bother him. He never liked to be bothered while eating. Even a few guys hooted and called out for him to join their table, but Yuki gave them his usual apologetic smile.
Yes, he was aware of it, aware of how girls adore him; aware of how even some of the guys stare at him. He should feel flattered, he knew, but he only felt... burdened, burdened that if he showed them even a single annoyed expression, he would simply hurt them. He questioned himself many times, why did he have to care? Why did he always feel a need to act perfect in front of these people? Why did he have to smile when he didn't feel like smiling?
But he had known the answer for a long time. He knew what it felt like to be betrayed... and for as long as he could, he would not betray those who unquestioningly believed in him.
He headed for his usual spot at the far east end of the hall, but he almost dropped his tray when a hand suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Come here."
Come here, I won't punish you...
Yuki stopped dead on his tracks. He turned his head almost painfully slow, expecting to see a dark-haired boy whose cruel eyes glowed like burning hot coals... but he only saw an unfamiliar face of an upperclassman... someone he had never met before.
"Come here and join us. We still have one seat," the other guy continued.
Yuki shook his head and politely shrugged off the hand.
"Thanks, but I've already found a spot over there."
He gave the man a slight bow and continued on his way.
He heard an audible derisive snort.
"You think you're all that, eh, pretty boy? What? You act like we have some sort of disease or something!"
Yuki turned to face the enraged upper-classman. He had been in situations like this before...
"Gomen nasai, but it's not like that, sempai. I'm just -"
Yuki couldn't finish what he had to say. The other man shoved his tray. Broken pieces of glass clattered on the floor. All eyes were turned on them at once.
A girl's screech could be heard above the deafening silece.
"What are you doing, Sasuke!"
The girl darted towards Yuki's offender, placing a restraining hand on the man's arm.
But the man only snorted.
"So, is this what you dumped me for? This girly-looking boy?! Give me a break!" the man shouted back in full rage.
It didn't take long for Yuki to connect the pieces and realize what was going on. The girl was one of his more avid 'fans' and had in fact followed him relentlessly for a few days before he had personally requested for her to stop. She had been more open in her advances recently and Yuki had tried his best to avoid them.
Instead of answering the other man's question, the girl continued pleadingly.
"Don't... don't hurt him!"
But it only seemed to make the other man angrier. He took a few steps closer to the still immobile Yuki and harshly gripped the younger boy by the arm.
The guy called Sasuke bent forward, a mad grin playing on his lips and hissed at Yuki's ears.
"You've been bad, pretty boy... and bad boys need to be punished..."
You've been bad again...
Bad boys needed to be punished...
Come here, I won't punish you...
Words he had thought he would never hear again. Memories he had long buried in hopes that they would simply become part of an unpleasant dream. Cold voice... dark eyes...
Thoughts of a distant past came back flooding endlessly...
His eyes darkened...
The other man chuckled.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
~~~~~~~~~
Kyou dragged his feet along the hall. Damn nezumi. And to think that he actually thought Yuki was being nice offering to have dinner together. He had waited for Yuki to come back, but when a half an hour passed, he decided to Yuki had gone to the dining hall without him.
Grrr... Kami! Just let me break his pretty nose just once!
He prayed silently, waving his fist in the air. A few dormers gave him strange looks, wondering why the orange-haired boy seemed like he was about ready to explode.
He entered the dining hall. There was no one in the front desk so he simply stormed past. He noticed the commotion and the crowd that was starting to gather at the center...
But what he sa w-- and heard -- next made him choke.
"Cat got your tongue?"
He saw the man ask... Yuki!
Kyou froze.
"G-g-got Y-Yuki's t-tongue?" he repeated. The images that flashed through his mind were so disturbing and unfamiliar that his face immediately flushed bright red. He desperately shook his head in an attempt to clear the visions away, but to his never ending despair, the redness on his cheeks would not go away, try as he might.
In a very Kyou-like manner, he waved a fist in the air. If he didn't understand something, he would get mad, and he would fight.
"W-WHOSE GOT HIS TONGUE?!" he roared, his voice reverberating through the dining hall.
Silence followed and Kyou was left blinking. Perhaps he had said something weird... and a little loud too...
Unlike Yuki, he was never comfortable being the center of attention...
He shot a glance at Yuki, and flushed redder when he saw the other boy's expression -- it was a mixture of surprise and amusement... and Kyou could only guess Yuki had understood what he was being so flustered about.
"What are you talking about, idiot?" the upperclassman who was still gripping Yuki's arm asked in annoyance.
Kyou gritted his teeth. He was embarrassed enough as it was, and being called an 'idiot' was just rubbing salt to the wound. Sure, Yuki calls him an idiot every friggin' day... but that was... different...
"Don't call me idiot! And why would the cat get his tongue! I mean, don't say that! It's gross! And -- and why the hell are we talking about Yuki's tongue!" he shouted, his mouth obviously working faster than his brain.
Everyone stared at him, blinking. Kyou could have sworn there were visible question marks floating around their heads.
Kyou turned redder than he had ever been in his life.
"NEVER MIND WHAT I SAID! JUST GET LOST, MORON!!!" he added, punching the upperclassman who landed a few tables away, obviously knocked cold. There was a collective gasp. Yuki was gripping a chair so fiercely that his knuckles almost turned white. His shoulders where violently shaking. Kyou knew the other boy was desperately holding back his laughter.
"What are you laughing at!" he gritted out.
"No... I... just..." it took Yuki several seconds to form the some words. His laughter bubbling irrepressibly that he had to press a hand against his stomach.
"Whatever!" Kyou shouted before storming out of the dining hall. He was embarrassed... he was mad... and to have Yuki laughing at him... made his chest feel strangely... tight.
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Yuki found Kyou back at their room, sitting cross-legged at the upper bunk-bed, his face hidden behind a magazine. The soft creak of the door as Yuki entered and even the sound of him clearing his throat went, perhaps deliberately, unnoticed.
"Thanks about earlier," he began.
There was no reply, the neko was obviosly ignoring him.
"I'm really grateful. I was afraid..."
At that, Kyou couldn't help snapping his head up and leaning eagerly down his bed.
"What? You were afraid?!"
Yuki shook his head.
"I meant, I was afraid what I would have done to that guy... if you hadn't interfered," Yuki continued. "He... he reminded me of something... someone."
"Oh," was all Kyou could say. He wanted to ask more, but Yuki didn't seem like he was willing to talk more. Then realizing that he was supposed to be mad and sulking, he hmphd.
"Then you shouldn't laugh at me if I helped you out, damned nezumi," he muttered bitterly, breaking the silence that was starting to feel awkward.
"I wasn't laughing AT you. I was laughing BECAUSE of you," Yuki corrected.
Kyou visibly simmered. "What the hell is the difference?!"
Yuki merely smiled charmingly. "There IS a big difference!" he insisted.
"Ch" Kyou mumbled, bringing the magazine up to his face again. This time, not because he was sulking, but he could feel slight warmth on his cheeks once again... damn, Yuki always looks so cute when he smiles...
Then realizing how embarrassing - and strange- his thoughts were, he cursed loudly and kicked the wall in frustration.
"What are you doing, baka neko!" Yuki asked in surprise.
"Shut up! I'm going to sleep!" he yelled and pulled the covers over his head.
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a/n: i guess mostly kyou and yuki stuff here. no akito yet, but he will be in the next chapter! hope that was ok. please review! the first chapter was too serious and angsty so i thought i'd make it a bit more light-hearted in this one. but yeah, there will be more angst later^^