Side Note - Sorry for the supreme lateness of this chapter and thanks to the reviewers. *blows kisses*

And Another - I think I need to change the genre of this fic..

Disclaimer - I feel like chicken tonight.

Make Me

Chapter Five

"Why don't we get him crutches?"

Shigure looked up at Tohru from his morning paper and sipped his coffee thoughtfully while Yuki tried to conceal his interest. "Well," he started, "I th-" but then Yuki remembered that if Kyou could get out of bed, that would mean he'd have to face him. He couldn't do that.

"He'll just break them again." Yuki interrupted, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. He glanced at Tohru for a moment, who he realised was watching him, before turning back to his breakfast.

If the suggestion had been brought up a day before, Yuki might not have cared about having Kyou moving about the house. But today isn't yesterday. He didn't know which bothered him more; the fact that the sooner Kyou could walk, the sooner he'd be going out with Tohru, or because of what happened that morning.

He knew he was over thinking again. He always was, but he still kept replaying in his head the way Kyou didn't look up at him once during the time Yuki had been changing his bandages. It used to bother him when Kyou did nothing but stare at him for the entire time, but now the absence of that habit was unnerving. It had made him tense up so much that he couldn't stand to say a word to him, even when Kyou finally looked up and tried to speak to him. Kyou was only able to get out half of his name before Yuki announced he was done and walked out. He didn't need to hear what Kyou had to say- it was already obvious. He knew.

Yuki's mind had begun to wander to the occurrences of the previous night and the thought that maybe Kyou really wasn't asleep when it reminded him that he had been staring off into space again and people were starting to worry about the whereabouts of his sanity. He looked up at the both of them before placing down his chopsticks and standing up as he muttered an apology.

A walk was what he needed most, but as he slid open the door he cursed to the rain that was there to greet him. Without bothering to get a jacket he ventured into the rain and shut the door behind him. 'See, this is why you're supposed to listen to me,' his mind began to boast in reference to its loud protests about said kiss the previous night. 'But do you ever? Nooo! Now you're just going to get more and more depressed because you realize that I was right and you were wrong. I'm here to help, but I can only do so much, you know. And by the way, you should go back and get a coat before you catch a cold. Or better yet, just go inside like you're going to have to eventually-'

"Shut up," Yuki hissed and held out his right arm so his fingers could play in between the fencing that separated the sidewalk from the houses beside it. Usually he would have been worried about talking aloud to no one, but it was raining so hard that no one else was around to hear.

He walked on, trying his best to not think of anything besides the sound the rain was making as it hit the newly formed puddles. He also tried to not think about how cold he was or how he didn't like the feel of his shoes squishing with his socks while his socks were squishing in between his toes with every step. Still, it was a better alternative to going over how he had messed everything up yet again.

The fencing came to a stop and Yuki let his arm flop down to his side as he eyed the park that he had come to. He glanced over his shoulder for a second, wondering how far he had exactly gone to have arrived to somewhere that he didn't recognise. Far away from him lightning struck and his eyes shot up in shock before instinctively wandering elsewhere to hide his fear from the people that weren't there. Realising what a pointless act that was, he glanced back again, wondering why it was he had come out so far and considering heading back. Then he remembered exactly why he was out here in the first place and decided to head to the park instead.

He looked up at the playground that had been built there and thanked the designer for making tubes to connect the different sections. He climbed the nearest ladder and took a seat in the tube that was to the right of him. For a moment all he did was stare at the red plastic around him and listened to the noise the rain made as it hit it while he pulled his knees to his chest. He shivered slightly and couldn't decide if it was now what had driven him from home or the cold that was making him feel worse.

'I think,' his mind started off again, 'that it was me who told you to bring a jacket, wasn't it? Once again, this is what happens when you don't listen. But what can…" It continued to ramble on, but Yuki decided it would be better to ignore it and rested his head in his knees, vaguely noting that he had lost one of his shoes.

***

Kyou glanced over at his clock again for tenth time that minute to see if anything had changed- which it hadn't. Six-thirty and Yuki hadn't come to his room yet for their daily routine. He couldn't decide if that made him feel better because he didn't have to face him, or made him more edgy because it meant he would have to later. He concluded that picking away at the stitching of his pillow was the best option, so that's what he did. With each clicking of his clock, the more edgy he became, and the less his pillow looked like a pillow at all.

Finally he heard the doorknob turn and his head snap up to see Shigure walk in instead and kneel down beside his bed. Kyou looked around the room for a moment as if Yuki was hidden in the flooring, but it turned out that he wasn't so he looked back to Shigure who was trying to make sense of Yuki's writing on the different labels. Kyou continued to stare at him and wondered if he should ask where Yuki was or if that would sound like too strange a question.

After a moment more of attempted deciphering, Shigure looked up, caught Kyou staring and smiled, "he went for a walk," he said with a sigh and turned his attention back to the labels.

Kyou raised an eyebrow and glanced at the window where the rain was still hitting it. "In the rain?"

"Mmhmm."

He turned back and looked at Shigure. "Now?"

"No," he looked at the clock on Kyou's desk, "seven hours ago."

'Seven?! The hell is he doing walking in the rain for seven hours?' He thought, but decided it was better to not sound overly interested, so instead he just said, "Oh."

"Yeah," said Shigure with a triumphant smile as he chose a box, "but Hatsuharu is looking for him, so don't worry."

Kyou snorted and looked back out the window, "Whose worrying?"

Shigure tilted his head in amusement, "I think you are," he mused.

"Whatever," he said and noticed what little of his pillow was left.

End Chapter 5

Side Note - Yep.. And I know it's short, but you can shoot me when I'm done. Deal? Okay!