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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Yeah! It's what you've all been waiting for-Chapter 8!

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Chapter 8: Tomorrow

Arima waited outside the school building before school. He frowned as he scanned the yard for any sign of her. She had looked so beautiful after school yesterday when those glass doors opened, reddening her cheeks with the cold, and the wind whipping her smooth, reddish hair about her face. A mental picture of Yukino entering the school hall with her tutoring student on her arm haunted him. He could just imagine that guy, with a cool, nasty sideways smirk on his face, walking arm and arm with Yukino. He knew it was an unlikely thing to happen, but still.he knew that her student, whatever his name was---Matsuyoshi?-liked her. Who in his right mind wouldn't?

Arima sighed and dug his hands into his pockets. He looked to his left, and, relieved, he saw Yukino rushing happily toward him with a big smile on her face, and no other student on her arm, thankfully.

"Hi," Yukino said cheerfully.

"Hi," he replied, before wrapping his arms around her. He noticed that she was wearing a large, crocheted white sweater.

"Where's your coat?" he asked, still smiling. "Its way too cold to just wear your sweater, though it is beautiful."

Yukino's smile diminished, despite his compliment.

"Oh, well, see, I f-forgot it," She offered feebly. A tiny line formed between Arina's eyebrows as he looked over her head at something behind them. Yukino disengaged herself from his arms and whirled around.

Katsutoshi Koichi was sauntering toward her with her winter coat and notebook in his hands.

Her stomach dropped to her knees.

"Here, Miyazawa," Katsutoshi handed her the coat first. "You forgot your coat at my house last night." He placed her notebook in her other hand. "You left your notebook, too."

"Oh, uhm, thanks."

Yukino tried to smile, but was secretly disappointed that his eyeball wasn't dangling out of his socket due to having her notebook so violently hurled at his empty head the night before.

Arima found himself placing his hand on Yukino's shoulder possessively. Yukino looked up at him. He was frowning. She looked down again.

*He's so upset just because Katsutoshi handed me my stuff! Just think of how unhappy he would be if he knew.*

Maybe she wouldn't tell him, just yet.

Yukino shifted her weight to the side, and placing her head humbly onto his chest, wrapped her arms around his lean waist. Arima gave a small smile and placed one hand on her arm, and ruffled her hair affectionately with the other. Boyfriends and girlfriends didn't have to talk all the time. ************

"Mmm,"

His lips sunk into hers and his hands grasped around her shoulders, holding her tightly. Yukino's head swam as Arima worked his soft lips professionally, as if kissing were a profession, leaving her breathless.

*How did we end up like this again?* she asked herself, amazed at how aggressive Arima had been with her this evening.

He had been waiting for her to come out after clubs, and insisted rather heavily that she come to have some hot chocolate with him at his home. She felt that she could only comply, a mug of hot chocolate sounded nice after a long day of after-school activities.

But she should have known the MEANING behind his invitation.

So now she was here, with Soichiro-kissing. She didn't know what to do. The way this was going, she knew that soon things would get a little warmer. But it would be a little while before she felt comfortable feeling that way again. Until the filth lifted completely from her, she still felt a bit ashamed of the night before. Yukino enjoyed their time spent together, but the tiny voice in the back of her mind told her not to lose control. She didn't know whether she should be angry at that voice or thankful for it. She missed feeling free with Soichiro. It was mind-boggling how just one event such as the one that had taken place a whole day ago could affect the way she thought and felt around her boyfriend, the one she trusted.

Sure enough, Soichiro's hands began to stray from her shoulders. She took no time to feel out that transition from bliss to discomfort. Yukino quickly, but softly elbowed Arima in the chest, the swift movement signaling a gentle, but firm "back off". Arima looked a bit surprised for a moment, before he gave something resembling a tiny nod, and suddenly became very interested by the millions of tiny threads woven in his uniform slacks. Yukino turned around after a while and hugged her knees. He had looked so sad.

*Why couldn't I have been that quick to react with Katsutoshi?*

It was so strange the way she was reacting today. It was like she was a totally different person, at least in her own eyes. Just think how much of a broken person she would be right now if Koichi had gone farther- She shook her head.

She was so ashamed.

"U-um-I have to go," She stammered. Yukino stuffed her things into her back pack, flung her coat over her shoulders, and headed toward the door. She felt like crying, but not here, in front of Soichiro. Then he would know something was up, and then she would have to tell him. Arima stretched his arm out toward her, wanting to say something, but only achieving to look after her, his mouth open dumbly, until she left.

Yukino bit her lip as she walked quickly to the corner. She was such an idiot! She rejected Soichiro, but had taken longer to be angry with Koichi that evening! Why? She had probably liked it. Was there something wrong with her?

She was a harlot! A whore! She was so ashamed. This was so horrible. SHE was so horrible. And confused. Really, what had taken place? Would Soichiro be angry with her? Sometimes boys saw girls' actions differently. And he had been jealous of Katsutoshi! What if he thought that something was going on between the two of them, and that was why she wouldn't continue with him? This was crazy! She had probably hurt his feelings, and she knew he didn't deserve that.

Under the course of thirty seconds' time, a million thoughts sprinted through her mind. She ran a nervous hand through her hair and sighed, trying to take her mind off of the dull ache. She increased her speed, rolling her feet from heel to toe in long, distance-covering strides. It was as if her escape bus had been waiting for her. She dragged herself up the tiny steps, pushed her way to the back and plopped herself down. It was as if she had just run a thousand miles. She anxiously bounced her knee up and down, sniffling. Yukino propped an elbow up on the edge of her thigh and cupped her chin in her hand. She shook her head, clucking disapprovingly at herself.

*What is wrong with me?* Yukino shook her head again.

*I can't believe this! What a hasty good-bye! The least I could have done is been more tactful for Soichiro's sake!*

She cursed herself under her breath. She kept trying to forget the things that happened-what was it now? Only less than fifteen minutes ago? But her mind just kept tracing back to the bad dream. She had to run things over in her mind again. She had to find a way to fix this-and fast. Yukino gave up trying to balance her elbows on her restless knees and bent over totally at the waist, burying her face into her lap. She exhaled slowly. Should she tell him? How would he react? She pouted. No. It would be too soon. Maybe she would tell him next month. Or, by the very latest.a few months after the New Year. Yukino knitted her eyebrows together, irritated. Did he really need to know?

*I mean, it's not like it was a big deal. It was just a little pass made by a second year student. It really wasn't a big deal!*

In the very back of her mind, far away, in that little corner, she knew it was a big deal by the way it made her feel. It had felt almost as if she needed to exfoliate with a scouring pad.

So.yeah, that's Chapter 8. Sorry it took a while, and it just breezed past like that, but final exams are coming up, and I've been extremely busy, not to mention tired! Oh, and please don't forget to review! Just think of it as a special present to me around exam time. Please?