Yeah, yeah, I know.that last chapter really wasn't a good cliffy. What was
I thinking? Well, anyway, wheeee! Here is the arrival of Chapter 9!
Kare Kano does not belong to the likes of me. ;_____;
Too bad, so sadd.
So, yeah, here it is!
Chapter 9: Thoughts To Myself
Yukino padded down the sidewalk toward her home. She took her key out of her pocket and turned it into the lock. She tried to be as quiet as possible. She didn't want anyone bounding up to her with some extra- cheerful greeting, just in case she felt like being alone.
Which she did.
Yukino looked up and down the short corridor in front of the door. Good, no one was to be seen.
*They all must be out, seeing a movie or something.*
Instead of taking off her coat in front, Yukino tiptoed up to her room and closed the door behind her. There, she tossed her coat onto her desk chair and pulled her white crocheted sweater off over her head. Suddenly she was really tired. Her feet were hurting, and her vision blurred as tears teetered on her eyelashes. Without bothering to remove her uniform, Yukino pulled her sheets and comforter back, and crawled into bed, feeling extremely lonely, yet wanting to be left alone all the same. She sniffled again. Her joints were aching. She couldn't help it. The tears finally fell, leaving a wet streak down the space between her eye and her ear, since she was on her side. More tears collected on the bridge of her nose, and she wiped them away hurriedly, mentally chastising herself for being so sensitive. She wasn't much of a crier, but the tears just kept coming. It was all so embarrassing! And now she was bawling like a baby. Her pillow soon became uncomfortably wet, and she rolled over on her stomach. The area between her shoulder blades was in pain.
*A backrub would be so nice right now.*
Immediately she began to think about Arima and dug her face into her damp pillow. She couldn't stand it. She needed him. She wanted him to hold her. She needed to be held so badly.
*But it's too late for that now,* she thought bitterly.
*I really blew it, didn't I?*
Still, it was like a slight ache up and down her sides, and across her back. It hurt anywhere his arms might fall around her. She wished she could let him move his hands in circles on her back, but the more she thought about it, the more it hurt. She was concentrating too much on the pain. But what was she supposed to do? She sniffled again and choked back a sorrowful whimper.
*I'm acting too much like a baby,* she thought, agitated.
*Who am I kidding? I need to tell him!*
Yukino's pale cheeks sagged as her pink lips pulled downward into a frown. But should she really? Her mouth now formed a determined line. Yes, she definitely should. Soon. Some time soon. Sometime.
She sighed loudly and rubbed her face into her pillow, trying to rid her face of the salty tear stains. She relaxed her shoulders and smushed her nose into her mattress. She didn't feel like thinking anymore. She just wanted to sleep.
When Yukino awoke some time later, however, her throat was extremely scratchy, and her joints were hurting more than ever. It was so hard to breathe through her nose, and when she opened her mouth to inhale, it seemed as if the air alone was burning her throat. Her entire body was burning! She threw the sheet off of herself and hopped weakly out of bed.
"Ouch," she croaked. The arches of her feet were sore. She stared in to her vanity mirror and grimaced at her reflection. Her nose was as red as a cherry! Her tangled hair stuck to her slick forehead and at the sides of her face. She looked down at her self and picked at the light clothes she was wearing, her expression changing from disgust to puzzlement. Someone had changed her into an oversized white tee shirt and blue sweatpants. A bumping sound averted her attention to the door. Her mother entered, balancing a tray of hot ramen in her hands.
"Oh! Yukino, you're up!"
Yukino bit her lip. "Mom, what time is it?"
Mrs. Miyazawa glanced at the blue digital clock on Yukino's desk. "
"It's nine twenty-seven."
"WHAT!?"
Yukino flew to her dresser, digging and picking through her neatly folded vestments.
"I'm so late!" she groaned, tossing pairs of underwear over her shoulder.
"Where the heck is my uniform?!"
"I-"
Yukino whirled around to face her mother. She would have laughed if she wasn't so frustrated. A pair of underwear had landed in the bowl of ramen, and a shirt was hanging over her mother's face.
Mrs. Miyazawa shook her head and the shirt fell to the floor.
"I washed your uniform while you were asleep. How many times have I told you not to take naps in it?"
Yukino didn't answer. Her head was clouded, and she was still confused.
"So why aren't I in school?"
Her mother eyebrows rose. "Well, you're sick, dear."
Yukino swallowed painfully.
"Oh." She slowly sat down on her bed.
Mrs. Miyazawa strode daintily over to Yukino's desk and put the tray down carefully.
"We told you to wear your coat yesterday, but you were so intent on sporting that sweater to school instead."
Yukino bit her lip again.
"Mm-hmm. So, I'm not going to school?"
Mrs. Miyazawa was on her way out of the door.
"No, honey," she called from down the hallway.
Yukino waddled to the door and closed it, her mind in a daze. Great. So now she was stuck at home to spend the entire day thinking about what had happened yesterday!
*Does this mean that I will have to wait until I get well again to tell Soichiro?*
This was horrible! So now she didn't have the entire day only to think about her embarrassment, but she had the entire day to anticipate the unveiling of truth!
Yukino held her head in her hands and squeezed her eyes shut.
*I can't believe this! And I was so gung-ho about telling him, too!*
Yukino pursed her lips together and stared into space. She hopped onto her bed, her legs hanging over the side, disheveling her bed sheets even more. Maybe this extra day of procrastination wouldn't be so bad. At least she could go over the possibilities in her head. How should she tell him? Exactly WHEN should she tell him? And, for the thousandth time, was telling him now really so important? Maybe she should tell him six months from now, so he wouldn't get too upset. If she told him that Koichi had hit on her up- she shivered--only a couple days ago, well, who knew what would happen? If, by the time she told him, it would be half a year, maybe it would seem like more of a long time ago, and he would see it as unimportant as it really was. Yukino smiled for the first time in what seemed like eons.
*Yeah! That's such a great idea!*
She folded her legs up onto the mattress and rolled onto her back. She was so weary. But she still needed to be held.
***********************************************************************
Sigh. it's hard sometimes. But I swear things will get interesting soon! Just stay tuned and don't miss the next chapter of Random Hearts on fanfiction.net! Thanks for all of the lovely reviews!
Kare Kano does not belong to the likes of me. ;_____;
Too bad, so sadd.
So, yeah, here it is!
Chapter 9: Thoughts To Myself
Yukino padded down the sidewalk toward her home. She took her key out of her pocket and turned it into the lock. She tried to be as quiet as possible. She didn't want anyone bounding up to her with some extra- cheerful greeting, just in case she felt like being alone.
Which she did.
Yukino looked up and down the short corridor in front of the door. Good, no one was to be seen.
*They all must be out, seeing a movie or something.*
Instead of taking off her coat in front, Yukino tiptoed up to her room and closed the door behind her. There, she tossed her coat onto her desk chair and pulled her white crocheted sweater off over her head. Suddenly she was really tired. Her feet were hurting, and her vision blurred as tears teetered on her eyelashes. Without bothering to remove her uniform, Yukino pulled her sheets and comforter back, and crawled into bed, feeling extremely lonely, yet wanting to be left alone all the same. She sniffled again. Her joints were aching. She couldn't help it. The tears finally fell, leaving a wet streak down the space between her eye and her ear, since she was on her side. More tears collected on the bridge of her nose, and she wiped them away hurriedly, mentally chastising herself for being so sensitive. She wasn't much of a crier, but the tears just kept coming. It was all so embarrassing! And now she was bawling like a baby. Her pillow soon became uncomfortably wet, and she rolled over on her stomach. The area between her shoulder blades was in pain.
*A backrub would be so nice right now.*
Immediately she began to think about Arima and dug her face into her damp pillow. She couldn't stand it. She needed him. She wanted him to hold her. She needed to be held so badly.
*But it's too late for that now,* she thought bitterly.
*I really blew it, didn't I?*
Still, it was like a slight ache up and down her sides, and across her back. It hurt anywhere his arms might fall around her. She wished she could let him move his hands in circles on her back, but the more she thought about it, the more it hurt. She was concentrating too much on the pain. But what was she supposed to do? She sniffled again and choked back a sorrowful whimper.
*I'm acting too much like a baby,* she thought, agitated.
*Who am I kidding? I need to tell him!*
Yukino's pale cheeks sagged as her pink lips pulled downward into a frown. But should she really? Her mouth now formed a determined line. Yes, she definitely should. Soon. Some time soon. Sometime.
She sighed loudly and rubbed her face into her pillow, trying to rid her face of the salty tear stains. She relaxed her shoulders and smushed her nose into her mattress. She didn't feel like thinking anymore. She just wanted to sleep.
When Yukino awoke some time later, however, her throat was extremely scratchy, and her joints were hurting more than ever. It was so hard to breathe through her nose, and when she opened her mouth to inhale, it seemed as if the air alone was burning her throat. Her entire body was burning! She threw the sheet off of herself and hopped weakly out of bed.
"Ouch," she croaked. The arches of her feet were sore. She stared in to her vanity mirror and grimaced at her reflection. Her nose was as red as a cherry! Her tangled hair stuck to her slick forehead and at the sides of her face. She looked down at her self and picked at the light clothes she was wearing, her expression changing from disgust to puzzlement. Someone had changed her into an oversized white tee shirt and blue sweatpants. A bumping sound averted her attention to the door. Her mother entered, balancing a tray of hot ramen in her hands.
"Oh! Yukino, you're up!"
Yukino bit her lip. "Mom, what time is it?"
Mrs. Miyazawa glanced at the blue digital clock on Yukino's desk. "
"It's nine twenty-seven."
"WHAT!?"
Yukino flew to her dresser, digging and picking through her neatly folded vestments.
"I'm so late!" she groaned, tossing pairs of underwear over her shoulder.
"Where the heck is my uniform?!"
"I-"
Yukino whirled around to face her mother. She would have laughed if she wasn't so frustrated. A pair of underwear had landed in the bowl of ramen, and a shirt was hanging over her mother's face.
Mrs. Miyazawa shook her head and the shirt fell to the floor.
"I washed your uniform while you were asleep. How many times have I told you not to take naps in it?"
Yukino didn't answer. Her head was clouded, and she was still confused.
"So why aren't I in school?"
Her mother eyebrows rose. "Well, you're sick, dear."
Yukino swallowed painfully.
"Oh." She slowly sat down on her bed.
Mrs. Miyazawa strode daintily over to Yukino's desk and put the tray down carefully.
"We told you to wear your coat yesterday, but you were so intent on sporting that sweater to school instead."
Yukino bit her lip again.
"Mm-hmm. So, I'm not going to school?"
Mrs. Miyazawa was on her way out of the door.
"No, honey," she called from down the hallway.
Yukino waddled to the door and closed it, her mind in a daze. Great. So now she was stuck at home to spend the entire day thinking about what had happened yesterday!
*Does this mean that I will have to wait until I get well again to tell Soichiro?*
This was horrible! So now she didn't have the entire day only to think about her embarrassment, but she had the entire day to anticipate the unveiling of truth!
Yukino held her head in her hands and squeezed her eyes shut.
*I can't believe this! And I was so gung-ho about telling him, too!*
Yukino pursed her lips together and stared into space. She hopped onto her bed, her legs hanging over the side, disheveling her bed sheets even more. Maybe this extra day of procrastination wouldn't be so bad. At least she could go over the possibilities in her head. How should she tell him? Exactly WHEN should she tell him? And, for the thousandth time, was telling him now really so important? Maybe she should tell him six months from now, so he wouldn't get too upset. If she told him that Koichi had hit on her up- she shivered--only a couple days ago, well, who knew what would happen? If, by the time she told him, it would be half a year, maybe it would seem like more of a long time ago, and he would see it as unimportant as it really was. Yukino smiled for the first time in what seemed like eons.
*Yeah! That's such a great idea!*
She folded her legs up onto the mattress and rolled onto her back. She was so weary. But she still needed to be held.
***********************************************************************
Sigh. it's hard sometimes. But I swear things will get interesting soon! Just stay tuned and don't miss the next chapter of Random Hearts on fanfiction.net! Thanks for all of the lovely reviews!
