SHOW ME
A/N: Here we are again. What's wrong with Touya? What's wrong with Yukito? I know, but I'm not telling. Not yet anyway :p I hope you are enjoying this story.
Disclaimer: this is clamp's.
Rating; ok, rating. I say R, for future chapters, i'm not sure tho.
CHAPTER THREE
~"You are the only person that could get an honest smile out of me, you know that? You were there for me, by my side, always, and I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with you. I thought I knew heartache before, but having you this close and not being able to reach you. . . that's heart ache."~
The alarm clock went off around 7:00 am, but Touya tossed it across the room and buried his head on the pillows. Yukito, of course, was already up. The cot had been removed from his room already. There were no signs of Yukito ever being there at all.
*"How do you know he was here? Maybe he flew off the window the moment you fell asleep?"*
Touya stared blankly at the wall. He wasn't going to listen, it wasn't real anyway. e might have been a nervous wreck, but he could still tell the voice wasn't real. Not the voice, not the figure, not the face he knew so well. His mother was dead, and he couldn't see her anymore. Right?
*"You know I'm real. You know I have every right to be here. Didn't you miss me To-ya?"*
The tone she used made him want to throw up. She laid herself next to him and started running a hand through his hair.
*"My dear Touya. . .you've grown up to be so handsome. . ."*
He bolted right out of bed and made a run for the bathroom. He stared at his reflection for a long while. That's what everything felt like now. Like staring at a reflection. There was nothing to tell him it was all real.
"Maybe it isn't. Maybe I'm the one who's real, and the rest is a product of your sick imagination. I wouldn't be surprised. You've always been a weird kid."*
"Shut the fuck up!" Touya yelled finally, realising he was loosing his coposure. The last thing he needed to do was talk back to a figment of his tired mind. Being crazy wasn't hearing voices, it was talking back to them, and he knew it.
There was a knock on the door and Touya straighten himself up, fixed his hair a bit and opened the door. Yukito was standing there, with an odd look on his face. The grey haired boy peaked inside the room for a moment, then spoke softly.
"Your dad asked me to wake you, breakfast is ready. . ."
"Fine. I'll be right down. I need. . .I need to. . ." he stammered and walked back into the bathroom.
"To-ya? Who were you talking to?" Yukito asked kindly.
Touya wanted to scream. The one time he answers back, and Yukito had to hear it.
"I was talking to . . .to myself. Yes. . .to myself." he finished with a whisper, almost as if trying to convince himself of the fact.
*"You liar. I didn't rase a liar!"*
"Are you sure you're ok?"
Yukito hadn't bought it, he could tell. It didn't matter. It was matter of pulling himself together and do a bit of damage control. I f he could appear composed and happy during breakfast, everything would be ok.
"I'm fine, Yuki. Don't worry." he said trying to smile a little. "I'll be right there."
"Ok." Yukito said uncertainly, but closed the door behind him.
Good.
Now all he had to do was pretend. It shouldn't be so hard. He'd been on the berge of suicide for years after his mother died; worse when Kaho left him, and no one seemed to notice. Why would this be any different?
*"You should have done it. You should have died."*
"Shut up." he whispered and went on brushing his teeth.
*************
"Touya said he'd be down in a minute, sir." Yukito said, and sat on the kitchen table.
"Ok. I hope he's feeling better. He's been so tired lately." Fujitaka Kinomoto said with his usual smile and kind concern for his children.
"I think he needs a vacation. Last night. . . Well, I thought a good night sleep would do wonders for him, but the truth is. . . he didn't sleep that well. I think he must have nightmares or something." Yukito said mostly for himself. Something was wrong with Touya and he didn't know how to help him.
The night before he sat on his cot, watching his boyfriend toss and turn all night. He wanted to comfort him; to climb on the bed next to him and hold him, make him feel safe. But he was frozen in place. He couldn't do it. So he limited himself to watching, feeling a lump growing on his throat.
Fujitaka frowned.
"Nightmares? That's not right. I'll talk to him. He hasn't had nightmares since his mother died."
Yukito wanted to ask more, but at that moment Touya walked in. He looked a little better, and Yukito sighed in relief.
"Good morning father, good morning Yuki. Is the Kaiju up yet?" Touya said with a smile, and his usual careless demeanour. Yukito smiled back and shook his head no.
"Don't be mean with little Sakura, To-ya. No, she hasn't come down yet, but I heard her alarm clock going off, so she shouldn't be long."
"She's always late, Kaiju." He said loud enough for the girl that was running down the stairs to hear.
"Brother! I am not a Kaiju!" she was about to punch him in the face, but decided against it when she saw Yukito sitting there, watching them both amusedly. "Good morning Yuikito-chan, father, brother." She took her seat and stared at the portrait. "Good morning mom." She said sweetly.
Sakura wasn't the only one to jump, startled, when Touya slammed a fist on the table after Sakura greeted her mother.
"Brother?" she asked confused.
"Why do you have to say good morning to her?! She's fucking dead!!" Sakura gasped at Touya's language.
"Touya!" Fujitaka scolded. "What's wrong with you? How dare you use that kind of language?"
Yukito was shocked, seeing the sudden change on Touya. It was like seeing another person.
Touya stretched himself on his seat and smiled smugly.
"Am I the only one smart enough to know she's gone? She's not here, not anywhere. SHE IS DEAD!"
"Touya, stop it right now!" Fujitaka was angrier than Yukito had ever seen him. In fact, it was the first time he saw Fujitaka angry at all. Though he could certainly understand the reasons.
"Or what? I'm not in the mood for this." Touya rose from his seat, took a piece of bread and walked to the hanger to fetch his coat.
"To-ya wait, please." Yukito whispered.
"Where do you think you're going, young man? You can't make a show like that one and expect to leave without consequences!" Fujitaka seized Touya by the arm, but Touya shook him off.
"Don't touch me." He said in a menacing voice, and left, leaving everyone in a stunned silence.
TBC
A/N: Here we are again. What's wrong with Touya? What's wrong with Yukito? I know, but I'm not telling. Not yet anyway :p I hope you are enjoying this story.
Disclaimer: this is clamp's.
Rating; ok, rating. I say R, for future chapters, i'm not sure tho.
CHAPTER THREE
~"You are the only person that could get an honest smile out of me, you know that? You were there for me, by my side, always, and I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with you. I thought I knew heartache before, but having you this close and not being able to reach you. . . that's heart ache."~
The alarm clock went off around 7:00 am, but Touya tossed it across the room and buried his head on the pillows. Yukito, of course, was already up. The cot had been removed from his room already. There were no signs of Yukito ever being there at all.
*"How do you know he was here? Maybe he flew off the window the moment you fell asleep?"*
Touya stared blankly at the wall. He wasn't going to listen, it wasn't real anyway. e might have been a nervous wreck, but he could still tell the voice wasn't real. Not the voice, not the figure, not the face he knew so well. His mother was dead, and he couldn't see her anymore. Right?
*"You know I'm real. You know I have every right to be here. Didn't you miss me To-ya?"*
The tone she used made him want to throw up. She laid herself next to him and started running a hand through his hair.
*"My dear Touya. . .you've grown up to be so handsome. . ."*
He bolted right out of bed and made a run for the bathroom. He stared at his reflection for a long while. That's what everything felt like now. Like staring at a reflection. There was nothing to tell him it was all real.
"Maybe it isn't. Maybe I'm the one who's real, and the rest is a product of your sick imagination. I wouldn't be surprised. You've always been a weird kid."*
"Shut the fuck up!" Touya yelled finally, realising he was loosing his coposure. The last thing he needed to do was talk back to a figment of his tired mind. Being crazy wasn't hearing voices, it was talking back to them, and he knew it.
There was a knock on the door and Touya straighten himself up, fixed his hair a bit and opened the door. Yukito was standing there, with an odd look on his face. The grey haired boy peaked inside the room for a moment, then spoke softly.
"Your dad asked me to wake you, breakfast is ready. . ."
"Fine. I'll be right down. I need. . .I need to. . ." he stammered and walked back into the bathroom.
"To-ya? Who were you talking to?" Yukito asked kindly.
Touya wanted to scream. The one time he answers back, and Yukito had to hear it.
"I was talking to . . .to myself. Yes. . .to myself." he finished with a whisper, almost as if trying to convince himself of the fact.
*"You liar. I didn't rase a liar!"*
"Are you sure you're ok?"
Yukito hadn't bought it, he could tell. It didn't matter. It was matter of pulling himself together and do a bit of damage control. I f he could appear composed and happy during breakfast, everything would be ok.
"I'm fine, Yuki. Don't worry." he said trying to smile a little. "I'll be right there."
"Ok." Yukito said uncertainly, but closed the door behind him.
Good.
Now all he had to do was pretend. It shouldn't be so hard. He'd been on the berge of suicide for years after his mother died; worse when Kaho left him, and no one seemed to notice. Why would this be any different?
*"You should have done it. You should have died."*
"Shut up." he whispered and went on brushing his teeth.
*************
"Touya said he'd be down in a minute, sir." Yukito said, and sat on the kitchen table.
"Ok. I hope he's feeling better. He's been so tired lately." Fujitaka Kinomoto said with his usual smile and kind concern for his children.
"I think he needs a vacation. Last night. . . Well, I thought a good night sleep would do wonders for him, but the truth is. . . he didn't sleep that well. I think he must have nightmares or something." Yukito said mostly for himself. Something was wrong with Touya and he didn't know how to help him.
The night before he sat on his cot, watching his boyfriend toss and turn all night. He wanted to comfort him; to climb on the bed next to him and hold him, make him feel safe. But he was frozen in place. He couldn't do it. So he limited himself to watching, feeling a lump growing on his throat.
Fujitaka frowned.
"Nightmares? That's not right. I'll talk to him. He hasn't had nightmares since his mother died."
Yukito wanted to ask more, but at that moment Touya walked in. He looked a little better, and Yukito sighed in relief.
"Good morning father, good morning Yuki. Is the Kaiju up yet?" Touya said with a smile, and his usual careless demeanour. Yukito smiled back and shook his head no.
"Don't be mean with little Sakura, To-ya. No, she hasn't come down yet, but I heard her alarm clock going off, so she shouldn't be long."
"She's always late, Kaiju." He said loud enough for the girl that was running down the stairs to hear.
"Brother! I am not a Kaiju!" she was about to punch him in the face, but decided against it when she saw Yukito sitting there, watching them both amusedly. "Good morning Yuikito-chan, father, brother." She took her seat and stared at the portrait. "Good morning mom." She said sweetly.
Sakura wasn't the only one to jump, startled, when Touya slammed a fist on the table after Sakura greeted her mother.
"Brother?" she asked confused.
"Why do you have to say good morning to her?! She's fucking dead!!" Sakura gasped at Touya's language.
"Touya!" Fujitaka scolded. "What's wrong with you? How dare you use that kind of language?"
Yukito was shocked, seeing the sudden change on Touya. It was like seeing another person.
Touya stretched himself on his seat and smiled smugly.
"Am I the only one smart enough to know she's gone? She's not here, not anywhere. SHE IS DEAD!"
"Touya, stop it right now!" Fujitaka was angrier than Yukito had ever seen him. In fact, it was the first time he saw Fujitaka angry at all. Though he could certainly understand the reasons.
"Or what? I'm not in the mood for this." Touya rose from his seat, took a piece of bread and walked to the hanger to fetch his coat.
"To-ya wait, please." Yukito whispered.
"Where do you think you're going, young man? You can't make a show like that one and expect to leave without consequences!" Fujitaka seized Touya by the arm, but Touya shook him off.
"Don't touch me." He said in a menacing voice, and left, leaving everyone in a stunned silence.
TBC
