It's A Secret
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By: Ryoko
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Track 02:01:00
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"He's not hungry. Don't bother making anything for him." Kyou groaned, shutting the refrigerator door.
"Geez! What's he LIVING on? Poor kid.he's just gonna waste away if he doesn't eat SOMETHING. Kyou, is there absolutely any way you can talk him into eating? It's not good for him to keep starving himself like this." Shigure sighed, folding up his newspaper.
"Me an' Yuki TRIED that already. He's just not gonna eat. As usual, if he's hungry he'll get something on his own when we're asleep."
"So.I take it, Hatsuharu isn't eating dinner again?" Tohru asked softly, interrupting before the neko lost his temper again.
"That's what I said. He ain't hungry."
"Ohh." her eyes downcast, and she turned back to her cooking, ignoring the two in back of her, talking softly about the oushi's condition.
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Going on eleven weeks now.
After the court appearance, Hatsuharu had stopped eating, talking and sleeping. He'd been completely ignoring everybody, with the occasional exception of Yuki or Kyou.
Every once and awhile, the boy would eat and drink just enough to keep himself alive, and then starve himself for another few days. This practice had landed him in the hospital a couple of times, and even THERE he wouldn't act like he was alive anymore.
For this whole time period, he communicated, to everyone else, through Yuki.along with soft groans and whimpers, never using any real words for a whole two months. And as for sleeping.he only slept during the day, and only when he was alone.
Due to his reckless, new, practices, Hatsuharu was literally wasting away by the hour.
His eyes had become clouded over- lifeless and dull. And any part of him, that had once shown life, was now dying or becoming just as faint.
Each day he could afford to, Hatori would visit, checking in on the boy to make sure he was still alive.
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If such a thing were still possible, the juunishi would have stolen Ashura away from her parents after the court appearance.but the day after the incident.they'd all vanished without a trace. Surprisingly, Momiji was the one to discover this and report it through Yuki.
The heartbreak had caused Hatsuharu to go even LOWER on his downward slope into depression. As a result, he could think of nobody else BUT the child.and if she was still alive.
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The white-haired teenager sighed heavily, picking himself off of the bed next to Yuki, who had fallen asleep only minutes ago.
Pulling a blanket over the nezumi, he slid slowly off of the mattress, forcing himself to the door and out into the hallway.
This was getting dangerous. It was getting really hard to even walk, and that wasn't a good sign. Dizziness faded in and out of his vision, signaling him forward. Slowly sauntering down the hallway, he let himself into the spare bedroom.
The room was small, but it was big ENOUGH for him. Shortly after he refused to go back to the main house, for fear of Akito's remarks, he requested that he stay close to Yuki, and thus moved in with Shigure and company.
Sliding down the wall until he was on his knees, the boy crawled toward the mat on the floor, before him. The instant his head hit the pillow, he began thinking.
This time, though, it wasn't about Ashura.it was about Yuki.
The nezumi had really been a lot of help to him.and was probably one of the few reasons he refused to commit suicide at this point.
The way he cared about the younger juunishi.it was more, MUCH more, than he should. What was even stranger was the way Hatsuharu cared, for him, BACK. Nevertheless, he still didn't have the guts to admit all-out love for Yuki. It was just too embarrassing and hard to do.
They had so much in common, those two did. Both held the weight of the world on their shoulders and were the only ones to offer a helping hand to the other.
"Hatsuharu?"
The voice behind him startled the boy and made him jolt up from the mat. He looked up to find Momiji's familiar figure standing in the doorway, just finishing closing the door behind him.
"It's the third day you haven't eaten anything.please.you've gotta stop. You've gotta TRY to get better." The usagi spoke softly, wishing only for Hatsuharu to hear him.
The oushi shook his head, pulling himself to lean against the nearest wall.
"Why not? Don't you WANT to get better?"
He shook his head again.
"Well.I want you to get better." A gently smile spread across his lips. "I came here to tell you something.and I think you should really listen good." Momiji leaned over against the wall closest to the door. "I'VE got something that's SURE to make you get better!"
"It's almost Christmas time already.and.well.I thought you might wanna know that.'cause me, and Yuki, and Kyou, and Hatori and everybody else.we got you a present.that you'd just LOVE! Promise. But I'm not telling you what it IS! For the answer to THAT, you'll have to wait!" he giggled, disappearing from the room.
he looked down at the floor even more solemnly.
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A/N: That was PAINFULLY short.and those of you that have been paying attention and KNOW my writing technique.well.you know what I'm going for.(I'm not putting a face here cuz it'll give EVERYTHING away!)
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By: Ryoko
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Track 02:01:00
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"He's not hungry. Don't bother making anything for him." Kyou groaned, shutting the refrigerator door.
"Geez! What's he LIVING on? Poor kid.he's just gonna waste away if he doesn't eat SOMETHING. Kyou, is there absolutely any way you can talk him into eating? It's not good for him to keep starving himself like this." Shigure sighed, folding up his newspaper.
"Me an' Yuki TRIED that already. He's just not gonna eat. As usual, if he's hungry he'll get something on his own when we're asleep."
"So.I take it, Hatsuharu isn't eating dinner again?" Tohru asked softly, interrupting before the neko lost his temper again.
"That's what I said. He ain't hungry."
"Ohh." her eyes downcast, and she turned back to her cooking, ignoring the two in back of her, talking softly about the oushi's condition.
***
Going on eleven weeks now.
After the court appearance, Hatsuharu had stopped eating, talking and sleeping. He'd been completely ignoring everybody, with the occasional exception of Yuki or Kyou.
Every once and awhile, the boy would eat and drink just enough to keep himself alive, and then starve himself for another few days. This practice had landed him in the hospital a couple of times, and even THERE he wouldn't act like he was alive anymore.
For this whole time period, he communicated, to everyone else, through Yuki.along with soft groans and whimpers, never using any real words for a whole two months. And as for sleeping.he only slept during the day, and only when he was alone.
Due to his reckless, new, practices, Hatsuharu was literally wasting away by the hour.
His eyes had become clouded over- lifeless and dull. And any part of him, that had once shown life, was now dying or becoming just as faint.
Each day he could afford to, Hatori would visit, checking in on the boy to make sure he was still alive.
***
If such a thing were still possible, the juunishi would have stolen Ashura away from her parents after the court appearance.but the day after the incident.they'd all vanished without a trace. Surprisingly, Momiji was the one to discover this and report it through Yuki.
The heartbreak had caused Hatsuharu to go even LOWER on his downward slope into depression. As a result, he could think of nobody else BUT the child.and if she was still alive.
***
The white-haired teenager sighed heavily, picking himself off of the bed next to Yuki, who had fallen asleep only minutes ago.
Pulling a blanket over the nezumi, he slid slowly off of the mattress, forcing himself to the door and out into the hallway.
This was getting dangerous. It was getting really hard to even walk, and that wasn't a good sign. Dizziness faded in and out of his vision, signaling him forward. Slowly sauntering down the hallway, he let himself into the spare bedroom.
The room was small, but it was big ENOUGH for him. Shortly after he refused to go back to the main house, for fear of Akito's remarks, he requested that he stay close to Yuki, and thus moved in with Shigure and company.
Sliding down the wall until he was on his knees, the boy crawled toward the mat on the floor, before him. The instant his head hit the pillow, he began thinking.
This time, though, it wasn't about Ashura.it was about Yuki.
The nezumi had really been a lot of help to him.and was probably one of the few reasons he refused to commit suicide at this point.
The way he cared about the younger juunishi.it was more, MUCH more, than he should. What was even stranger was the way Hatsuharu cared, for him, BACK. Nevertheless, he still didn't have the guts to admit all-out love for Yuki. It was just too embarrassing and hard to do.
They had so much in common, those two did. Both held the weight of the world on their shoulders and were the only ones to offer a helping hand to the other.
"Hatsuharu?"
The voice behind him startled the boy and made him jolt up from the mat. He looked up to find Momiji's familiar figure standing in the doorway, just finishing closing the door behind him.
"It's the third day you haven't eaten anything.please.you've gotta stop. You've gotta TRY to get better." The usagi spoke softly, wishing only for Hatsuharu to hear him.
The oushi shook his head, pulling himself to lean against the nearest wall.
"Why not? Don't you WANT to get better?"
He shook his head again.
"Well.I want you to get better." A gently smile spread across his lips. "I came here to tell you something.and I think you should really listen good." Momiji leaned over against the wall closest to the door. "I'VE got something that's SURE to make you get better!"
"It's almost Christmas time already.and.well.I thought you might wanna know that.'cause me, and Yuki, and Kyou, and Hatori and everybody else.we got you a present.that you'd just LOVE! Promise. But I'm not telling you what it IS! For the answer to THAT, you'll have to wait!" he giggled, disappearing from the room.
he looked down at the floor even more solemnly.
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A/N: That was PAINFULLY short.and those of you that have been paying attention and KNOW my writing technique.well.you know what I'm going for.(I'm not putting a face here cuz it'll give EVERYTHING away!)
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