It's A Secret
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By: Ryoko
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Track 01:06:00
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Hatsuharu cried silently the whole way back to the main house. He wouldn't lift his head to look at anyone, and refused to say a word to anyone.
Hatori was the first to step out of the car, opening the door for the teenager. The oushi was reluctant to get out, stepping into the light was something he really didn't need while in such a dark train of thought.
"Hatsuharu…" a quieter voice sneered several feet away.
He didn't want to look up, but he couldn't recognize the voice, so he lifted his eyes only enough to see who was calling him.
"Shut up." He growled.
Tear-stained eyes narrowing, he hung his head as he walked past Akito, into his part of the house, locking all of the doors.
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Nobody bothered him the rest of that day. Only but once, Momiji came to offer him food, the meal was rejected.
He could feel any MORE sick and empty, and nothing was going to help that kind of pain go away.
What in hell did I do to deserve this? What? Why did this have to happen…? I was only doing what I thought was right…so…why?
He wrapped his arms around his cold shoulders, scrunching himself tighter into the darkest corner of the room.
I want you back. He tilted his head over, until it was resting against his shoulder. Why do I feel…so…dead…?
Erasing his thoughts, he closed his eyes, listening to the house and hearing nothing.
Everyone must be asleep… he took a quick look at the back door, the one leading to the outside. It was already pitch-black outside.
How time flies when you're wallowing in self-pity. He grunted as he pushed himself off of the floor, stumbling to the door and jerking it open. Really, the boy hadn't planned on his legs being as weak as they were, as he trotted out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
Once near the front gate, the juunishi stopped, taking a moment to look back at the house he was running from. It looked so peaceful and serene at night…one would never expect what really happened in those buildings…
Focusing back on what he was doing, he backed up a little, getting a running start and leaping onto the concrete wall with ease, then jumping off of it and landing in the yard outside.
"Sorry Momiji…Ayame…" he whispered, disappearing into the darkness.
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"Uhhg..." Yuki groaned, holding his head as he sat up, groggily blinking to adjust his eyes to the darkness.
"Thank god. I thought you'd be out all night." Kyou's voice whispered, not too far away.
"Huh? Kyou?"
The neko smirked, turning in the chair and sitting in it backwards, resting his arms on the top of the wood. "You okay now?"
"What happened?" His voice cracked, making both of his hands jump up to his throat, while he stared in disbelief at Kyou.
"You snapped."
"I…was crying…?"
"Mhm."
"Holy…how long have I…?"
"A few hours. Tohru wanted to be here when you woke up, but her shift ended an hour or so ago."
"I was really out for THAT long? Man…" he winced, holding his thumping head again.
"Heh. Don't feel too sober, do ya? After that scene you went through, I doubted you'd feel fine when you woke up. Here." He reached behind him, on the desk, and handed Yuki a glass of water and a couple of aspirins.
Swallowing them gratefully, he placed the glass on the nightstand, looking blankly down at the blankets over him.
"Any news on Haru or Ashura?" he clenched a fist around the cloth, not wanting to break down again.
"Dunno. I haven't left this room in a good while. I imagine that he's okay though."
The nezumi eyes lowered in disappointment.
"I can't help but feel like something's happened to them…"
"Hn? Whattaya mean?"
"I'm…not sure…something is stabbing at my chest…the same…" his voice broke heavily again, "the same feeling I had…before I broke down…something's wrong…I just know it."
"Hey! C'mon! Don't you start. They're fine. I promise." Kyou sighed, pushing the chair in and kneeling next to the bed. "It's okay. I swear it is. Hatsu- huh?"
Both of them went silent, to the point that they stopped breathing, hearing a rattling sound at the window. Kyou got on all fours and crawled to the window, cautiously peeking over the windowpane to the yard below.
"Well speak of the devil." He chuckled. Yuki perked right up, fully alert.
"Haru?"
"Uh-huh. But he doesn't look so good."
"Haru!" The juunishi gasped, pushing open the window and leaning out slightly with Kyou at his side. "Haru!" he yelped again.
"Thank god. I thought you two were asleep. Please, can I come up?" the oushi whispered. Yuki nodded, disappearing from the window for a moment, then tossed free a rope ladder, he'd made as a fire escape.
Sighing with relief, the teenager latched on and climbed up like a cat being chased by a dog.
"Oh god, Haru!" Yuki whimpered, throwing his arms tightly around the younger juunishi. "Oh god, you're here. You're really back with me. Hatsuharu…you're back, you're back!" he whispered, not even noticing poor Kyou in the background, who's mind was filling with the most disturbing images he'd ever seen, no thanks to Yuki's public display of affection.
Finally, he pushed himself away, studying the oushi. "You look terrible."
"I can't really regain myself just yet…don't worry. I'm fine." He sighed, holding Yuki with the same tension as before.
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Yuki leaned back against the wall, patiently allowing Hatsuharu to rest on his shoulder. He pulled the blanket tighter over both of them, smiling at the loss of anxiety he'd been holding in.
Kyou sat on the floor, also wrapped in a blanket, staring up at the two.
"Hey Haru…I don't really wanna dim the mood any more than it already is for you…but…" The neko looked at the floor. "…What…about Ashura…?"
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A/N: Heh…oh man…if this weren't such an angsty story…this would've been the perfect recipe for a really hardcore yaoi scene…damn me and my evil ways! *Thwack* Yeah…THREE really hot bishis…in a DARK BEDROOM…ALONE…what better settings could ya GET? But sadly, I'm gonna have to take a raincheck on this one…cuz first we gotta get Ashura and Haru situated…and THEN we can have our yaoi. Happy? ^_|||; - Hatori appreciation day!
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