Chapter 8 - FUZZINESS!

Note from Jazzy: I've realized that my chapters are getting shorter and shorter. It's just that, I'm getting close to the limit of what I had typed and I really don't have time to write more any time soon. So in that case, I'll just make my authors notes... LONGER! muahahhahhahahaha! Anyways, in reply to one of the reader's reviews: who is jeffery? I guess jeff is a jumble of characters I throw together randomly. In which include: Yuu, and a tiny bit of Ginta from marmalade boy Akito from Kodocha Just a tiny tiny bit of Arima (i know, the character cross... bad jazzy) and a miniscule bit of inuyasha There may be more... but I don't realli remember I've been getting heated debates from my rather violent friends about who Shime ends up with. Most people lean toward the Jeffery crowd, but I'm a hardcore Ikeida supporter. I've figured out how it's going to work out, but it'll be a while until we get there. Some of my friends even suggests for Shime to be a nun...^^!.... gawd... I'm going to throw together a bunch of crap and hope it'll sound ok... *crosses fingers* And if I ever get a spurt of a moment thing, the next chapter would be: Saddam sent terrorists into US and killed everyone. THE END. Hopefully not. Your prolly bored of my ranting now, and I'm approving of the page length, so... have fun! Jazzy

DISCLAIMER! use ur common sense u dope. This isn't called a fanfiction for nothing.

"Sira, is that really you?"

I looked down, I didn't want to show that I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Sira, look at me." He whispered and gently tipped my chin up, "I know what happened to your family, I know what happened today. It's not your fault Sira."

"How... did you know?" I was flabberghasted.

"I've lost my father before, I know how it feels. I was in a similar state a while back. But just because it happened doesn't mean you should let it affect you."

But it did, I can see it in his eyes.

And right now was the time to agree.

"I see." I muttered.

"Look what you did, you're bleeding." He touched my left cheek, which stung. "Hold on."

He came back moments later with a wet towel and gently wiped the wound clean. Then added a bandaid.

"Thank you." I said gratefully.

We sat awkwardly for the next couple of minutes. It was me who decided to start conversation.

"Kobunyashi, why did you help me?"

"You know the reason Sira." He answered.

"No, I don't." No truer word were ever spoken.

Kobunyashi turned and look at me,"Because I love you Sira."

I was shocked.

"But, but, I'm not perfect. I just pretend to be." There, I told the truth.

"I know that."

"Then, why?" I asked.

The was a long silence, then Kobunyashi took me by surprise. He leaned over, almost on top of me, and kissed me on the lips.

Immediately I began to remember the hospital incident. A familiar feeling started to creep up my spine.

When Jeffery kissed me I was trying to resist punching his face, but with Kobunyashi...

It was all I could do not to kiss him back.

And my heart was aching intensly from it.

It was then that I realized, I loved Kobunyashi. So much that I ignored it. Perhapes it was the fact of my jealousy, or my internal conflicts that I didn't notice.

I slowly let out my breath, noticing I've been holding it for quite a while. Kobunyashi's breath felt warm against my cheeks. My insides were melting into a little pudding.

About a moment or so later, Kobunyashi leaned back. He noticed the strain on my face and my unwillingness to coorperate.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and sat back down.

I curled up my knees and buried half of my face in it. My inside had come back, but they were all in the wrong places. My kidney was beating so fast I thought it was going to burst.

Nah, just kidding, it really was my heart, it was the only thing in the right place.

I glanced at Kobunyashi from the corner of my eyes, his whole face was bright red.

We sat through another long silence, this time more awkward.

"So Kobunyashi," I said, determined to start conversation, "why did you take me here?"

Kobunyashi stood up, the redness fading from his face, "Well, I have some of clothes for you up stairs... I think you should change before lunch is over..."

"Wait, wait, I'm going to wear your clothes?" My brow was slightly furrowed.

"No no!!" His face looked so cute when it's red, "They're my sister's."

"You have a sister?!?"

"Yeah, she moved out though... just go up stairs and the second room to the right. Look in the closet and wear anything you want. As long as they have sleeves, I think it's okay." I was right, he didn't speak to girls very often, his face was getting redder by the second.

So I decided to leave the poor guy alone while I change...

NOT that I have any other choice...