Touya approached the door with only slightly less caution than the day
before. He knocked. No response again. Did this guy ever answer his door?
Or was the room so huge he didn't hear it? Touya entered with a smirk.
Yukito was seated at the desk, talking on the phone. He raised a finger to Touya (no, not THAT one), in a sign that he would be available momentarily. Touya sat down in the chair on the right.
"Yes, sir, the deadline shouldn't be a problem." Said Yukito to the very loud man on the phone. His face clearly did not agree with his words. Touya frowned a bit. Yukito cringed a few times at the loud voice, said goodbye, preparing to set down the phone. It rang again, causing both of the men to jump.
"Moshi-moshi. Tsukishiro desu. Ah, Kira! Hai. hai.. ja matta ne." Yukito said haltingly, hanging up with a sigh.
"Marital troubles?" Touya asked, or rather, stated. Yukito gave him a flustered, crooked smile and stood. "So. You're here again. Coffee the same way?" Yukito offered. Touya nodded, noting how empty Yukito sounded. A few moments passed.
"How have you been feeling? Be honest." Touya asked, using a firm tone at the end. Yukito visually stiffened, his hands shaking. Yukito turned to face him, conflicted.
Touya could see that many options were possible here. One, Yukito could spill. Two, Yukito could bolt, leaving him behind once again. Three, he could-
"How do you THINK I've been? You seem to know more about me than I DO!! Tell me, TO-YA, do I have CHILDREN that I've never seen as well? Another wife? Or let me guess, I'm GAY?" Yukito yelled.
Three, he could get angry. Angry? Touya frowned deeply. That wasn't his Yuki. His Yuki was never angry. He then blinked. This Yuki had called him To-ya. His Yuki had called him that, too. Touya stood, walking over to Yukito, who stood against the refreshment table.
"Yuki." He said, reaching out to touch the white-haired man's face. Yukito jumped, but didn't reject the touch. "Yuki. No, you haven't any children. You're not married, and yes Yuki, you ARE gay." Touya said as gently as he could manage. Yukito looked stricken.
"I." Yukito began, his lip quivering. "I don't want the life I'm in! I want the one I had." He trailed off, and started to cry. Touya gasped, and pulled him close. Why was this Yuki so fragile? Touya decided to blame Kira.
"Shhh Yuki. you can have that life." He pushed Yukito away slightly, only enough to be able to meet his gaze. "You can HAVE it." He said, looking at Yukito with a level gaze.
Yukito's eyes shimmered with tears. Touya couldn't believe how vulnerable Yukito had looked since had had found him. His golden eyes full of hope, like he had been given the key to his freedom of a life in chains.
"To-ya. you mean it?" Yukito asked, looking every bit like a little boy offered a new ice cream cone after his fell on the ground. Touya positively melted at the look, pulling Yukito closer to him. "Yes. All you need to do. is come back with me." Touya murmured softly, rubbing Yukito's back soothingly, hoping he hadn't frightened the other man away.
A million thoughts where circulating the room at this point. Touya, terrified that Yukito would not follow him, also terrified that he would. Yukito, fearful of leaving his life behind, but more fearful of how it (read:she) would react to his departure.
Yukito gulped, suddenly standing firmly. Touya loosened his grip as a vice gripped his heart. He could see it. Yukito had decided.
He felt tears start as Yukito went over to his briefcase and put some things in it. Though apparently Yukito was rushed, because he also included his coffee mug (which was still full of coffee at the time, but Yukito failed to notice). His heart lifted into his throat as Yukito closed the briefcase and looked at him.
"Let's get the hell outta here!" Yukito said cheerfully in English. Touya smirked. His Yuki always spoke random pieces of English to stick a fork in the gears of people's thoughts. One of the many quirks he loved about him.
The two men raced back to Touya's hotel to get his belongings.
Touya flopped onto his hotel bed, panting. "Man, I should have brought my bicycle." He muttered, having just run/skipped/jogged/dragged himself seven miles. Yukito just laughed, not even slightly out of breath. Touya sighed dreamily. Yukito's laugh, to him, was like heavenly silver bells, dainty but also strong and full of vibrancy. Since when do I think like THAT? Touya pondered strangely.
Yukito loosened his tie, taking his glasses of to clean them. Touya stared. He always loved it when Yuki had his glasses off.so.ahem. Touya cleared his throat noisily, causing Yukito to look up. Touya smiled at him, taking out a chocolate bar from the mini-fridge.
"That's going to be really expensive." Yukito said, trailing off as Touya gobbled it eagerly. Yukito frowned.
"You ate that like you've been starved." Yukito said, coming over to put a hand on Touya's forehead, frowning more. Touya blinked at him, clueless.
"Your forehead is slightly warm, you're out of breath, you've been at rest for several minutes but your pulse is racing so fast I can feel it in your temples, and you're craving sugar. You haven't eaten in at least two days." Yukito said, looking at Touya squarely.
Touya on the other hand, gaped at him. "You got ALL THAT from checking my forehead?" He asked incredulously. Yukito laughed. "My college minor. Athletic science."
"Well, I feel like an idiot." Touya muttered, but recovered quickly. "So, are we getting the hell outta here yet or what?" He asked, sticking a few things from the mini-fridge into his suitcase mostly as a statement.
"Well, yes. But first we're getting you food." Yukito said, his face clearly allowing no argument. Touya's shoulder slumped in defeat. Yukito had wrung him through yet again. Touya never could resist him when he got all insistent like that, plus he was a bit ashamed.
"I don't have any money. I spent it all getting here and getting this hotel room." Touya said quietly, clearly feeling very unworthy. Yukito came over and ruffled his hair. "I figured as much, you looked at that fridge like it was going to bite you before you took those chocolate bars out of it. Tell you what, I'll buy you lunch."
"But-"
"Urusei. I'll cover your food, your hotel room, and our tickets back to wherever we're going. Technically, Kira's paying for it." Yukito said with an evil grin, holding up a silver credit card. Touya squinted.
Tsukishiro Kira.
Touya burst out laughing. The two boys gathered what little they had, and left the hotel.
"This one looks good. Don't you think?" Asked Yukito, pointing to the sign of a lush restaurant.
"Ah, Yuki, I hardly think that I'm dressed for such a pl- ACK" Said Touya, upon being dragged into the restaurant.
A waiter stood at the door. "Ah, Mr.Tsukishiro, welcome back." The man said, raising an eyebrow at Touya, who was being dragged through the door in casual dress.
"My usual table, Fredrique, for two this time." Yukito said, using a tone Touya hadn't heard before. That tone spoke of prestige, and made Touya's knees melt. After all, Yukito wasn't usually the dominant sort, and. and that thought's going to end right there. Touya thought as a menu appeared in front of his face.
Yukito was seated at the desk, talking on the phone. He raised a finger to Touya (no, not THAT one), in a sign that he would be available momentarily. Touya sat down in the chair on the right.
"Yes, sir, the deadline shouldn't be a problem." Said Yukito to the very loud man on the phone. His face clearly did not agree with his words. Touya frowned a bit. Yukito cringed a few times at the loud voice, said goodbye, preparing to set down the phone. It rang again, causing both of the men to jump.
"Moshi-moshi. Tsukishiro desu. Ah, Kira! Hai. hai.. ja matta ne." Yukito said haltingly, hanging up with a sigh.
"Marital troubles?" Touya asked, or rather, stated. Yukito gave him a flustered, crooked smile and stood. "So. You're here again. Coffee the same way?" Yukito offered. Touya nodded, noting how empty Yukito sounded. A few moments passed.
"How have you been feeling? Be honest." Touya asked, using a firm tone at the end. Yukito visually stiffened, his hands shaking. Yukito turned to face him, conflicted.
Touya could see that many options were possible here. One, Yukito could spill. Two, Yukito could bolt, leaving him behind once again. Three, he could-
"How do you THINK I've been? You seem to know more about me than I DO!! Tell me, TO-YA, do I have CHILDREN that I've never seen as well? Another wife? Or let me guess, I'm GAY?" Yukito yelled.
Three, he could get angry. Angry? Touya frowned deeply. That wasn't his Yuki. His Yuki was never angry. He then blinked. This Yuki had called him To-ya. His Yuki had called him that, too. Touya stood, walking over to Yukito, who stood against the refreshment table.
"Yuki." He said, reaching out to touch the white-haired man's face. Yukito jumped, but didn't reject the touch. "Yuki. No, you haven't any children. You're not married, and yes Yuki, you ARE gay." Touya said as gently as he could manage. Yukito looked stricken.
"I." Yukito began, his lip quivering. "I don't want the life I'm in! I want the one I had." He trailed off, and started to cry. Touya gasped, and pulled him close. Why was this Yuki so fragile? Touya decided to blame Kira.
"Shhh Yuki. you can have that life." He pushed Yukito away slightly, only enough to be able to meet his gaze. "You can HAVE it." He said, looking at Yukito with a level gaze.
Yukito's eyes shimmered with tears. Touya couldn't believe how vulnerable Yukito had looked since had had found him. His golden eyes full of hope, like he had been given the key to his freedom of a life in chains.
"To-ya. you mean it?" Yukito asked, looking every bit like a little boy offered a new ice cream cone after his fell on the ground. Touya positively melted at the look, pulling Yukito closer to him. "Yes. All you need to do. is come back with me." Touya murmured softly, rubbing Yukito's back soothingly, hoping he hadn't frightened the other man away.
A million thoughts where circulating the room at this point. Touya, terrified that Yukito would not follow him, also terrified that he would. Yukito, fearful of leaving his life behind, but more fearful of how it (read:she) would react to his departure.
Yukito gulped, suddenly standing firmly. Touya loosened his grip as a vice gripped his heart. He could see it. Yukito had decided.
He felt tears start as Yukito went over to his briefcase and put some things in it. Though apparently Yukito was rushed, because he also included his coffee mug (which was still full of coffee at the time, but Yukito failed to notice). His heart lifted into his throat as Yukito closed the briefcase and looked at him.
"Let's get the hell outta here!" Yukito said cheerfully in English. Touya smirked. His Yuki always spoke random pieces of English to stick a fork in the gears of people's thoughts. One of the many quirks he loved about him.
The two men raced back to Touya's hotel to get his belongings.
Touya flopped onto his hotel bed, panting. "Man, I should have brought my bicycle." He muttered, having just run/skipped/jogged/dragged himself seven miles. Yukito just laughed, not even slightly out of breath. Touya sighed dreamily. Yukito's laugh, to him, was like heavenly silver bells, dainty but also strong and full of vibrancy. Since when do I think like THAT? Touya pondered strangely.
Yukito loosened his tie, taking his glasses of to clean them. Touya stared. He always loved it when Yuki had his glasses off.so.ahem. Touya cleared his throat noisily, causing Yukito to look up. Touya smiled at him, taking out a chocolate bar from the mini-fridge.
"That's going to be really expensive." Yukito said, trailing off as Touya gobbled it eagerly. Yukito frowned.
"You ate that like you've been starved." Yukito said, coming over to put a hand on Touya's forehead, frowning more. Touya blinked at him, clueless.
"Your forehead is slightly warm, you're out of breath, you've been at rest for several minutes but your pulse is racing so fast I can feel it in your temples, and you're craving sugar. You haven't eaten in at least two days." Yukito said, looking at Touya squarely.
Touya on the other hand, gaped at him. "You got ALL THAT from checking my forehead?" He asked incredulously. Yukito laughed. "My college minor. Athletic science."
"Well, I feel like an idiot." Touya muttered, but recovered quickly. "So, are we getting the hell outta here yet or what?" He asked, sticking a few things from the mini-fridge into his suitcase mostly as a statement.
"Well, yes. But first we're getting you food." Yukito said, his face clearly allowing no argument. Touya's shoulder slumped in defeat. Yukito had wrung him through yet again. Touya never could resist him when he got all insistent like that, plus he was a bit ashamed.
"I don't have any money. I spent it all getting here and getting this hotel room." Touya said quietly, clearly feeling very unworthy. Yukito came over and ruffled his hair. "I figured as much, you looked at that fridge like it was going to bite you before you took those chocolate bars out of it. Tell you what, I'll buy you lunch."
"But-"
"Urusei. I'll cover your food, your hotel room, and our tickets back to wherever we're going. Technically, Kira's paying for it." Yukito said with an evil grin, holding up a silver credit card. Touya squinted.
Tsukishiro Kira.
Touya burst out laughing. The two boys gathered what little they had, and left the hotel.
"This one looks good. Don't you think?" Asked Yukito, pointing to the sign of a lush restaurant.
"Ah, Yuki, I hardly think that I'm dressed for such a pl- ACK" Said Touya, upon being dragged into the restaurant.
A waiter stood at the door. "Ah, Mr.Tsukishiro, welcome back." The man said, raising an eyebrow at Touya, who was being dragged through the door in casual dress.
"My usual table, Fredrique, for two this time." Yukito said, using a tone Touya hadn't heard before. That tone spoke of prestige, and made Touya's knees melt. After all, Yukito wasn't usually the dominant sort, and. and that thought's going to end right there. Touya thought as a menu appeared in front of his face.