It's a Secret
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By: Ryoko
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Track 01:01:00
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Hatsuharu sat quietly on Yuki's bed, legs folded to his chest and head resting on his knees in exhaustion. He could only smile though as he watched the girl, before him, eat until her heart's desire.
Yuki was happy too, passing the bowls of rice and such to her like a modern- day robin hood.
"You sure you don't want anything? You haven't eaten that much all week . . . "
"Mn." He groaned, muffling out a half cough with his arm.
If Yuki could twitch his ears, one would swear he just did at the sound of the cough.
"You're getting sick!" He jumped up, sliding himself on the bed and feeling the juunishi's forehead.
"I'm fine. Just tired."
"Hey," his expression of worry faded into sympathy. "You ARE on a bed, you know. Lie down. It's okay. I can look after Ashura for awhile."
"N . . . no. I . . . I want to be up with her . . . to keep her safe . . . I couldn't chance her father coming while I'm asleep."
"You are too determined to protect this little angel." He shook his head, smiling broadly.
"YUKI!!!!!!!!!!" a voice called from down the stairs.
He slid off the bed and exited the room, stopping at the top of the stairs.
"What is it?"
"Momiji's here!" Shigure announced, taking cover in his "office" (a.k.a. the room he writes his books in).
No sooner was his name mentioned, the blonde came bouncing up the stairs, surprisingly being followed by . . . no . . . NO!
"Yuki!"
. . . Ayame. (Insert sweat drop HERE).
Without another thought, the nezumi's feet moved like lightning back to his room, where he slammed the door shut and propped himself up against it.
"Yuki?" Hatsuharu looked up, puzzled by the look on the other teenager's face.
"He brought . . . AYAME with him! GAH!" he growled in response.
*** (After one hour of trying to convince Yuki to open the door, we finally get Ayame and Momiji in the room! ) ***
"So you're Ashura?" Ayame kneeled down, resting a gentle hand on the girl's head. For some reason, she wasn't afraid of this man either. He just seemed so . . . so . . . different. "I'm Ayame, Yuki's elder sibling."
"I'M not related to you!" Yuki yelped quickly, somewhat in surprise.
"He really is . . . Just likes to deny it."
The teenager's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
Deciding it would be best not to start with a child around, Yuki quietly slid himself onto the bed and leaned up against the wall with Hatsuharu, staring at the clock beside his bed
"10:30 . . . so far so good." He whispered.
Hatsuharu nodded without knowing he did so.
"I'm glad to see you've finally settled in! It's not so bad here, really, is it? Not as bad as you thought it would be?" Momiji asked, leaning against the nearest wall.
Ashura smiled brightly and shook her head. "I like you people."
"That's great. Really it is." Ayame sighed with relief. "You're a really sweet little angel, you know that? I can tell you fit in just right around here. Just like Tohru, in a way."
"She does. Maybe even BETTER than Tohru." Hatsuharu said softly, leaning over just enough to rest his head on Yuki's shoulder.
"Umm . . . Haru . . . ?" he whispered, hoping nobody else would hear.
"Huh?" the oushi looked up to the boy's eyes. "Oh, sorry. Can't I just sleep like this for a little while though? Please?"
"Fine. I guess it can't hurt."
"Thanks. Hey, Ashura." He called quietly. The girl turned her gaze to the teenager. "C'mere." He smiled, holding out his arms.
She jumped onto the bed, falling into his arms and fitting perfectly in his embrace.
"That's my girl." He smiled, allowing her to rest her head on his chest, while cradling the back of her head with his hand.
"I heard about everything . . . about what you found on her, what happened when Hatsuharu went black and Kyou had to knock him out . . . and yet . . . I still find it hard to believe that such a pair can be so calm and close, even after what's transpired. I find it amazing, indeed." Ayame smiled at the thought. "Ahh, the power of love and trust. A perfect example!" he pointed toward the Ashura and her new father.
"It IS hard to believe, and I wouldn't have believed it for myself, save for the fact that they're half asleep right beside me."
"Are they coming back? To get her, I mean?" the blonde usagi finally took a seat at the desk.
"Possibly. Haru decked her dad last night. So it's a possibility that they'll come back . . . probably with the police at their side." Yuki sighed at the ending of that comment.
"Well, given the situation and everything I've heard from both sides . . . you DO have a right to keep her, but then again, you don't. Blame it all on the laws and the old geezer that made em all up because he had nothing else to do in life."
"They'll arrest me, for sure. And If they do, but allow Ashura to stay with us . . . I want everybody here to make sure she stays like she is right this moment. Cuz no matter if I even get LIFE in prison or whatnot, as long as this girl is safe from harm, healthy and happy. That's all that matters to me. I'd DIE for her, at this point."
"THAT'S what I call DEVOTION. You can be sure we'd keep her well. After all, you couldn't possibly leave her in the hands of a better family than the one you've got right here in this room."
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but . . . what happens if . . . Akito requests to see her?" Momiji interrupted, remembering Hatsuharu's harsh feelings toward the family head.
"He touches her, and, head of the family or not, I'll gut him."
"I don't think we'd let him see her. I mean, if we got to the point that the two had to be in the same room together, I, personally, would keep her in the arms of somebody strong. I refuse to leave anybody alone with him."
"Of course . . . after what he did to some of us . . . Yuki . . . Rin . . . Hatori . . . Shigure . . . and even Hatsuharu. I can't blame you for not liking him. And being over-protective about her."
Without warning, Hatsuharu shot up, clutching the girl close to him and sliding off of the bed, walking to the window.
"Fuck. I knew I heard a car." He swore.
"What is it?" the blonde boy stood up, the same time as both Yuki and Ayame did.
"He's here. And he brought company. Hatori and Akito . . . they're with him! Shit . . . " he glared at the carpet, holding the girl tightly, as she started to tremble, and leaning his body against the wall to keep steady.
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By: Ryoko
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Track 01:01:00
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Hatsuharu sat quietly on Yuki's bed, legs folded to his chest and head resting on his knees in exhaustion. He could only smile though as he watched the girl, before him, eat until her heart's desire.
Yuki was happy too, passing the bowls of rice and such to her like a modern- day robin hood.
"You sure you don't want anything? You haven't eaten that much all week . . . "
"Mn." He groaned, muffling out a half cough with his arm.
If Yuki could twitch his ears, one would swear he just did at the sound of the cough.
"You're getting sick!" He jumped up, sliding himself on the bed and feeling the juunishi's forehead.
"I'm fine. Just tired."
"Hey," his expression of worry faded into sympathy. "You ARE on a bed, you know. Lie down. It's okay. I can look after Ashura for awhile."
"N . . . no. I . . . I want to be up with her . . . to keep her safe . . . I couldn't chance her father coming while I'm asleep."
"You are too determined to protect this little angel." He shook his head, smiling broadly.
"YUKI!!!!!!!!!!" a voice called from down the stairs.
He slid off the bed and exited the room, stopping at the top of the stairs.
"What is it?"
"Momiji's here!" Shigure announced, taking cover in his "office" (a.k.a. the room he writes his books in).
No sooner was his name mentioned, the blonde came bouncing up the stairs, surprisingly being followed by . . . no . . . NO!
"Yuki!"
. . . Ayame. (Insert sweat drop HERE).
Without another thought, the nezumi's feet moved like lightning back to his room, where he slammed the door shut and propped himself up against it.
"Yuki?" Hatsuharu looked up, puzzled by the look on the other teenager's face.
"He brought . . . AYAME with him! GAH!" he growled in response.
*** (After one hour of trying to convince Yuki to open the door, we finally get Ayame and Momiji in the room! ) ***
"So you're Ashura?" Ayame kneeled down, resting a gentle hand on the girl's head. For some reason, she wasn't afraid of this man either. He just seemed so . . . so . . . different. "I'm Ayame, Yuki's elder sibling."
"I'M not related to you!" Yuki yelped quickly, somewhat in surprise.
"He really is . . . Just likes to deny it."
The teenager's eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
Deciding it would be best not to start with a child around, Yuki quietly slid himself onto the bed and leaned up against the wall with Hatsuharu, staring at the clock beside his bed
"10:30 . . . so far so good." He whispered.
Hatsuharu nodded without knowing he did so.
"I'm glad to see you've finally settled in! It's not so bad here, really, is it? Not as bad as you thought it would be?" Momiji asked, leaning against the nearest wall.
Ashura smiled brightly and shook her head. "I like you people."
"That's great. Really it is." Ayame sighed with relief. "You're a really sweet little angel, you know that? I can tell you fit in just right around here. Just like Tohru, in a way."
"She does. Maybe even BETTER than Tohru." Hatsuharu said softly, leaning over just enough to rest his head on Yuki's shoulder.
"Umm . . . Haru . . . ?" he whispered, hoping nobody else would hear.
"Huh?" the oushi looked up to the boy's eyes. "Oh, sorry. Can't I just sleep like this for a little while though? Please?"
"Fine. I guess it can't hurt."
"Thanks. Hey, Ashura." He called quietly. The girl turned her gaze to the teenager. "C'mere." He smiled, holding out his arms.
She jumped onto the bed, falling into his arms and fitting perfectly in his embrace.
"That's my girl." He smiled, allowing her to rest her head on his chest, while cradling the back of her head with his hand.
"I heard about everything . . . about what you found on her, what happened when Hatsuharu went black and Kyou had to knock him out . . . and yet . . . I still find it hard to believe that such a pair can be so calm and close, even after what's transpired. I find it amazing, indeed." Ayame smiled at the thought. "Ahh, the power of love and trust. A perfect example!" he pointed toward the Ashura and her new father.
"It IS hard to believe, and I wouldn't have believed it for myself, save for the fact that they're half asleep right beside me."
"Are they coming back? To get her, I mean?" the blonde usagi finally took a seat at the desk.
"Possibly. Haru decked her dad last night. So it's a possibility that they'll come back . . . probably with the police at their side." Yuki sighed at the ending of that comment.
"Well, given the situation and everything I've heard from both sides . . . you DO have a right to keep her, but then again, you don't. Blame it all on the laws and the old geezer that made em all up because he had nothing else to do in life."
"They'll arrest me, for sure. And If they do, but allow Ashura to stay with us . . . I want everybody here to make sure she stays like she is right this moment. Cuz no matter if I even get LIFE in prison or whatnot, as long as this girl is safe from harm, healthy and happy. That's all that matters to me. I'd DIE for her, at this point."
"THAT'S what I call DEVOTION. You can be sure we'd keep her well. After all, you couldn't possibly leave her in the hands of a better family than the one you've got right here in this room."
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but . . . what happens if . . . Akito requests to see her?" Momiji interrupted, remembering Hatsuharu's harsh feelings toward the family head.
"He touches her, and, head of the family or not, I'll gut him."
"I don't think we'd let him see her. I mean, if we got to the point that the two had to be in the same room together, I, personally, would keep her in the arms of somebody strong. I refuse to leave anybody alone with him."
"Of course . . . after what he did to some of us . . . Yuki . . . Rin . . . Hatori . . . Shigure . . . and even Hatsuharu. I can't blame you for not liking him. And being over-protective about her."
Without warning, Hatsuharu shot up, clutching the girl close to him and sliding off of the bed, walking to the window.
"Fuck. I knew I heard a car." He swore.
"What is it?" the blonde boy stood up, the same time as both Yuki and Ayame did.
"He's here. And he brought company. Hatori and Akito . . . they're with him! Shit . . . " he glared at the carpet, holding the girl tightly, as she started to tremble, and leaning his body against the wall to keep steady.
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