Wow! The last chapter. I think I kinda made it go a little too fast,
but It turned out OK. I'm really sorry about Akumu. She only appeared
in one chapter. I was going to end this differently, but then I
realized I couldn't because it was Yuki's POV this time. So I'm
really, really sorry.
Shishi: Riiiight.
Seriously, I am.
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. But I do own Yuki.
Title: A Subway to Kyoto
Chapter: 6 [Death]
By: Hiei_mi
~~~
I slowly awoke, looking at the calendar. Sunday... SUNDAY! I had to finish the flute I was making, before school the next day. I started to chip of peices of the wood, and anything else I needed to do for it. At about 9 AM, I heard a knock on the door.
"Can I come in?" A sleepy voice asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said, not entirely paying attention. I heard the click of the door, as Suzaku walked in. He didn't look like he had gotten much sleep.
"Worried about something?" I asked half-heartedly. When I first met him, I had despised him. Now I was worried about him. I really did care what happened to him, I just didn't want to show it.
"I just couldn't sleep," He yawned, then sat down next to me.
"Oh, I see... How does this look?" I asked, pointing to the finished flute.
"Nice. You gonna hand it in?" His eyelids were drooping, but he had a certain alertness about him.
"No. You are. I did most of the other work, so you need some credit," I smirked. I didn't want him to know how I felt about him. I was content the way things were. I think I knew that he loved me, too. But even if we could be closer, I didn't want to be. I liked just looking at eachothers eyes, waiting to see what happened. It was a strange feeling... but I was happy.
"Well, I'm going to go now," I got up, and grabbed my stuff. I headed out the door, before he could say anything. This is the thing I regret most. If I had said Goodbye, I would be satisfied with my life. But I didn't. That's the way things were, and I accepted it.
I had an hour wait until the subway back to Kyoto came, so I decided to take a walk in the forest. That storm had really been out of season, I realized. This was winter, my favorite season. All the snowdrops grew, and In this region, there were plenty. Snowflakes started to fall. I caught a few on my tongue, then plopped down on the ground. It was hard and frozen, but I was still comfortable. I waited there thinking, about how lucky I was. My life really was great. Freeze framing this moment would have been nice, but as we all know, everything must come to an end. I reluctantly got up.
"I assume you are the one known as Yuki Shizuku?" A cold voice called out. It reminded me of Suzaku's but a little more feminime.
"What's it to you?" I slanted my eyes and looked around. My eyes grew wide, and started to water. My mouth was agape, and tricklets of blood fell from my lips. My knees buckled as I fell to the ground. I had been stabbed in the back. I wasn't hurting physically, though. Memories flashed by. Everyone I cared for... I was letting them all down. I would never come back from these snowy woods, I knew. All my thoughts stopped, as I looked at my most precious memory. Suzaku. I hadn't known him long, but I felt like he had always been there. And I couldn't repay him. If I died now, I could never see him smile, or laugh, or even cry. I had wanted to do so much with him. I had so much to learn. I bid a silent farewell, as my blood stained the pure white petals of the snowdrops.
~~~
I froze. Her... I couldn't feel her anymore. She was dead. Yuki Shizuku was dead. The only person I loved, and ever would love was dead. I could see it clearly. My mother standing above her lifeless body. My eyes glazed over, but I refused to cry. Her heart was stronger than me, and I respected that. She wouldn't have wanted me to mourn, and I wanted to fulfill her wish. I clutched the flute she had given to me. I let my yoki flow through it. She would live on, everytime I played this flute, I thought.
~~~
I looked at the rock, with a smile on my face. She was buried here, and her strength lived on in the flowers, the trees, and the wind. I placed a single white flower on the stone, and started to turn around. I heard her play, that deceitful tune to me. But it wasn't false hope. It was happiness. The ningenkai had a sun, that lit the way for all to see. The makai, shrouded in darkness, had no such light. So I made my own. You were my light, shining brighter than any star.
~~~
Yes, I know very sappy. -_- Well, what do you think. That's all... yep... now to start something else. ^-^
Shishi: Great... Not another romance, PLEASE not another romance.
Maybe I'll put you in the next one. Seriously, I might do that...
Shishi:...
The Town Idiot,
Ki
but It turned out OK. I'm really sorry about Akumu. She only appeared
in one chapter. I was going to end this differently, but then I
realized I couldn't because it was Yuki's POV this time. So I'm
really, really sorry.
Shishi: Riiiight.
Seriously, I am.
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. But I do own Yuki.
Title: A Subway to Kyoto
Chapter: 6 [Death]
By: Hiei_mi
~~~
I slowly awoke, looking at the calendar. Sunday... SUNDAY! I had to finish the flute I was making, before school the next day. I started to chip of peices of the wood, and anything else I needed to do for it. At about 9 AM, I heard a knock on the door.
"Can I come in?" A sleepy voice asked.
"Yeah, sure," I said, not entirely paying attention. I heard the click of the door, as Suzaku walked in. He didn't look like he had gotten much sleep.
"Worried about something?" I asked half-heartedly. When I first met him, I had despised him. Now I was worried about him. I really did care what happened to him, I just didn't want to show it.
"I just couldn't sleep," He yawned, then sat down next to me.
"Oh, I see... How does this look?" I asked, pointing to the finished flute.
"Nice. You gonna hand it in?" His eyelids were drooping, but he had a certain alertness about him.
"No. You are. I did most of the other work, so you need some credit," I smirked. I didn't want him to know how I felt about him. I was content the way things were. I think I knew that he loved me, too. But even if we could be closer, I didn't want to be. I liked just looking at eachothers eyes, waiting to see what happened. It was a strange feeling... but I was happy.
"Well, I'm going to go now," I got up, and grabbed my stuff. I headed out the door, before he could say anything. This is the thing I regret most. If I had said Goodbye, I would be satisfied with my life. But I didn't. That's the way things were, and I accepted it.
I had an hour wait until the subway back to Kyoto came, so I decided to take a walk in the forest. That storm had really been out of season, I realized. This was winter, my favorite season. All the snowdrops grew, and In this region, there were plenty. Snowflakes started to fall. I caught a few on my tongue, then plopped down on the ground. It was hard and frozen, but I was still comfortable. I waited there thinking, about how lucky I was. My life really was great. Freeze framing this moment would have been nice, but as we all know, everything must come to an end. I reluctantly got up.
"I assume you are the one known as Yuki Shizuku?" A cold voice called out. It reminded me of Suzaku's but a little more feminime.
"What's it to you?" I slanted my eyes and looked around. My eyes grew wide, and started to water. My mouth was agape, and tricklets of blood fell from my lips. My knees buckled as I fell to the ground. I had been stabbed in the back. I wasn't hurting physically, though. Memories flashed by. Everyone I cared for... I was letting them all down. I would never come back from these snowy woods, I knew. All my thoughts stopped, as I looked at my most precious memory. Suzaku. I hadn't known him long, but I felt like he had always been there. And I couldn't repay him. If I died now, I could never see him smile, or laugh, or even cry. I had wanted to do so much with him. I had so much to learn. I bid a silent farewell, as my blood stained the pure white petals of the snowdrops.
~~~
I froze. Her... I couldn't feel her anymore. She was dead. Yuki Shizuku was dead. The only person I loved, and ever would love was dead. I could see it clearly. My mother standing above her lifeless body. My eyes glazed over, but I refused to cry. Her heart was stronger than me, and I respected that. She wouldn't have wanted me to mourn, and I wanted to fulfill her wish. I clutched the flute she had given to me. I let my yoki flow through it. She would live on, everytime I played this flute, I thought.
~~~
I looked at the rock, with a smile on my face. She was buried here, and her strength lived on in the flowers, the trees, and the wind. I placed a single white flower on the stone, and started to turn around. I heard her play, that deceitful tune to me. But it wasn't false hope. It was happiness. The ningenkai had a sun, that lit the way for all to see. The makai, shrouded in darkness, had no such light. So I made my own. You were my light, shining brighter than any star.
~~~
Yes, I know very sappy. -_- Well, what do you think. That's all... yep... now to start something else. ^-^
Shishi: Great... Not another romance, PLEASE not another romance.
Maybe I'll put you in the next one. Seriously, I might do that...
Shishi:...
The Town Idiot,
Ki