Ugh, I tried to indent all of my paragraphs in the last couple of chapters, but something went wrong when I submitted them to the website! Sorry, y'all! Anyways, Here we go with chapter 7!! Wheeee!

Oops, wait a second, almost forgot---I don't own this series!!

Chapter 7: What Do I Tell Him Tomorrow?

Yukino only rang the doorbell once before entering her home later that evening because her sisters wrenched the door open the second she had pressed the rectangular button on the side of the door.

"Where have you been?" Kano demanded angrily.

Yukino stepped back a few steps, obviously startled. "Uh, uhm, I-I-"

This is where Tsuki came in. "Mom and Dad have been calling over and over from work! They're working late tonight. They've been worried sick!"

"And so have we!" Kano interjected tersely.

Yukino frowned. "Jeez, I'm sorry. I was at Arima's house. I guess I forgot to call."

Kano and Tsuki's anger seemed to fade a bit.

"Oh."

Tsuki wagged her finger in front of Yukino's face.

"Well, don't do it again!"

"Okay, okay."

Yukino stepped into the house and dumped her bag and damp winter wear behind the door before shutting it closed.

She looked up and saw Tsuki and Kano watching her closely, smirking secretively.

Kano grinned.

"What were you doing at Arima's house, anyway?"

Yukino was taken aback.
"N-Nothing!" She had no idea why she sounded so nervous!

Tsuki smiled smugly. "Uh-huh."

Now Yukino was angry.

"Well, it's the truth!"

"Sure, sure. Well, I'm gonna call Mom and Dad and tell them you're home."

Yukino's eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.

"Jeez," she muttered to herself. She ran to her room and decided to continue her work on the lesson plan for tomorrow, since she was so well rested by now.

Yukino shifted out of her classroom after the last bell of the day rang. She was so tired! Today had been a busy day, indeed! Tests, projects, gym, papers, packets, reports, disks, lesson plans---it was all so much work! She lifted a hand to her forehead, tensing her fingers and rubbing her temple. She wasn't sure if she could tutor Katsutoshi Koichi after school today. But then, Yukino clenched her hand into a tight fist, suddenly determined.

*But no! I agreed to help a second-year student get by with his schoolwork! I have already made a commitment! This is all a part of maturing and becoming more responsible!*

Yukino nodded proudly and glided down the hall. She turned the corner, and saw Arima standing in front of the glass doors, with his books in his hand. All of a sudden, Yukino was pumped with energy.

The glass doors opened as a pair of first-year students exited toward the bus stop, and a rush of cold air swept across the tile floors and filled the room, sending Arima's hair blowing about his cool, mysterious eyes. Yukino stood there, open-mouthed.

*He is such an angel!*

Arima turned and smiled when he saw her. Yukino grinned brightly and hurried over to him, like a faithful and loyal puppy dog. Arima's arms swallowed her in an embrace. They snuggled for a bit, murmuring sweet greetings and shreds of mindless conversation into each other's rosy-pink ears. Arima sighed.

"So, do you have any after-school activities today?"

Yukino embedded her face into his jacket.

"No, not really. I just have to tutor this evening, remember?" She felt Arima tense under her arms.

"You're tutoring that boy?" Arima asked, "That new second-year boy? The one that you tutor in the library all the time?"

Yukino slowly released dropped her arms from around his shoulders. She stepped back a little, eyeing him strangely.

"Yeah.," she said slowly. "Katsutoshi. But today, we're not meeting in the library, we're going to his house."

Something changed a little in Arima's face. Yukino smiled inwardly.

*Oh my gosh, is he jealous? Soichiro?*

Suddenly, Arima was even more beautiful to her. He treasured her so much! Yukino's secret smile grew. Soichiro had absolutely nothing to worry about.

Yukino stood in front of her vanity mirror in her room and secured two large strands of hair back with two hair clips. She quickly brushed the rest of her loose hair to a shiny finish. She zipped up her white hoodie pullover, thrust her feet into her sneakers, grabbed her backpack and her coat, and was out the door.

She arrived at the house and looked up to the second floor. The house was so wide. It was humongous! She gave herself a coy smile. But not as huge and lavish as Soichiro's house! Her coy smile turned into a huge grin. He was so cute that day after school! He really had no reason to be jealous! This was a second-year student! Just her student!

Yukino pressed the doorbell and could hear its chirping chime from outside the house. In a few moments, a delightful-looking middle-aged woman in an apron answered the door.

"Oh, hello! You must be Yukino, Koichi's tutor! Come on in, make yourself at home."

Yukino's smile brightened.

"Thank you," she said politely.

Katsutoshi was standing behind his mother.

"Hi," he said simply. "You want anything?"

Yukino hung her coat on the hook by the door and grabbed her backpack off of her shoulders.

"No, but thanks. Where will we be studying today?"

"In my room." He said nothing more.

Yukino had seen during their past few lessons that he was somewhat a quiet student. He only really spoke when spoken to and always listened to her explanations intently, and understood them easily. She wondered if he really needed her help in math anymore. But his grades still were quite horrible.

She slowly ascended the stairs behind him, thinking sourly that, although his house wasn't as big as Soichiro's, it was still much bigger than hers.

They reached his bedroom without a word. She looked around the room. His house was big, but it looked like he had unfortunately received the smallest room in the house. There was a small table located at the foot of the bed, and the bed was close to the door.

*All this silence is killing me,* she thought desperately, *I'd better begin this lesson.*

Yukino bent over to place her notebook on the table when Koichi suddenly wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her into a sitting position on his lap, his legs straddling her from behind.

"Wha-" Yukino gasped.

In one swift motion, he had unzipped her pullover open down to her navel. Wordlessly, he reached around and found her chest. Yukino stiffened, unsure of what to do. His palm stumbled over her skin and his fingers tortured her flesh. Despite the waves of revulsion reverberating throughout her skeleton, she continued her protrude and sat still. It lasted for only a short while, but to Yukino, it felt like days! She stayed silent until he pinched the very tip of her.

Yukino then leapt to her feet and shut her pullover closed with one hand. She was livid.

"Who told you that you could touch me?!"

Still, he said nothing. Yukino's lips pursed together in anger. She picked up her notebook and tossed it at his head. Without looking back to see if it had made contact with anything-hopefully with his eye-she opened the door and ran.

Yukino hurried down the stairs and arrived at the front door. She vehemently turned the gold-plated knob, swung the door open, and slammed hard it behind her. She ran all the way to the bus stop.

*Heel, to toe, Heel to toe, Roll your foot from heel to toe.* Her mind heaved forth running instructions for her feet, anything to get it off of the subject of what had just taken place.

She collapsed on the bench, breathing hard. It was already dark outside, and she was surprised to find herself very frightened. She was very cold, also. It was then that she realized that she had left her jacket in that boy's home. She shivered and cursed her idiocy. She sat for a while and rung her hands together in frustration and anguish, and a whole mix of feelings that she could not comprehend.

*That was all so wrong!* She thought, a sheet of nausea curling in her stomach.

She played with her fingers nervously, twisting them and bending them until the joints in her hands creaked with pain.

"Oh, come on, come on." she murmured impatiently. Why wasn't the bus here yet?!

Yukino frowned. The bus wasn't there because it was still way too early. Their "lesson" had been cut extremely short. She was so cold. Yukino shoved her arms inside of her pullover so that they could be closer to her body and its heat. She tucked her legs in front of her on the bench and rolled up into a ball, trying desperately to shrink herself. She bit her lip and pulled the hood of her pullover up over her head. There....she was definitely warmer, but she didn't feel any less dirty. She sighed loudly, her breath cutting her throat. Why had her student behaved so strangely? She had come to his house to teach him math, nothing else! She couldn't believe it. Here, she had been willing to help another student, and she only ended up getting herself felt on. She shuddered. Oh, that had been so uncomfortable! She was so embarrassed. A thought hurled itself from the back of her minds to the tip of her tongue. Was it right for her to let him know?

"What should I tell Soichiro?"

Yukino boarded the bus and found a seat alone in the back, so that her thoughts wouldn't be disturbed. She began to bite her nails, a habit that she had almost never indulged in before.

How was she going to deal with this? What he had done back there was so blatant, so forward, so out there!

*I mean, Soichiro didn't even start that kind of stuff with me until--*

She shook her head at the thought. She placed a hand to her red face, as if her cheeks would boil if she didn't cool them down with her frozen fingers. It had been so long since they had done anything like that. What had happened at his house that snowy evening was just a mere taste of what they could do, she knew that. They had decided to abstain from sex as much as possible. They agreed it was the best thing to do for them, as two young people in high school. But still.sometimes it was hard. It was just that Soichiro was always there, right in front of her, ripe for the taking. It would be so easy to just.

Yukino shook her head so hard that one of her hair clips flew out of her hair and clattered to the floor. The piece of hair it had been holding back flew in front of her face. She tucked it behind her ear and returned to her thoughts.

So now, the sexual part of their relationship had diminished to a sort of humility and hesitance that brought her back to the beauty of the start of their relationship. She felt that in a way, she was regressing back to that point in time, when she was so attracted to him, both of them not knowing what to do with themselves.

*Being in love is so much fun!* she thought for what had to be the millionth time over the past three years.

Yeah, I know, that kid was so stupid for doing what he did, but I felt I had to put it in! I hope you guys found it both--*gasp*--- shocking-and *ohhhhh*----interesting.

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