Man, I'm so sorry I've been neglecting you guys. I had a lot of school
stuff to deal with. But today, the day of my last exam. :D:D:D I'm gonna
start writing this up again. I might be a bit rusty but forgive me. This
story is NOT over. Here goes...
(blah, blah, I don't own Furuba)
Kyo looked up angrily in his white karate outfit, rubbing his ankle, as he noticed Tohru was watching. 'What was she doing here? And why does she have to see me like this? She'll never go out with me if she thinks I'm some loser who goes around spraining his ankles and screaming obsenities.'
At the door, Yuki mercilessly tried to conceal his snicker from Tohru, while looking at Kyo with disdain. Tohru had a look of concern, which Kyo, as usual, mistook for negative pity. Of course, the combination of this made Kyo infuriated.
"Why don't you come down here and let me whipe the smirk off your face?" Kyo demanded loudly, forgetting Tohru hadn't seen the snicker.
Tohru gasped and covering her mouth, taking a step back, honestly shocked. She had known Kyo had a temper, but she wasn't so sure she wasn't aware he acted so violent. She wasn't sure if she could cope with tendencies like that, she's too unconfident to handle these kind of situations.
"WHAT?" Kyo yelled at Tohru, forgetting how important to him she was in his blind fury.
He sighed as he mentally woke up and saw the water tearing up in her wide, frightened eyes. 'I always have to screw this up...' he thought to himself, inwardly swaring.
"Um." Tohru said, hand lowered from her mouth, hair covering her eyes and shrouding her expression. "I came to return your wallet. I gave it to Yuki, but now I think I'll go."
She turned and headed back inside the house to grab her shoes and leave through the front door. Yuki stayed in the yard, letting Tohru slip by him without a glance, too obsorbed in enjoying Kyo's disheartened expression.
Tohru walked through the living room, and the kitchen, slipping her shoes on quickly. 'No tears until I'm home. No tears until I'm home. No tears until I'm home,' she repeated to herself, trying to stay composed. She couldn't fathom why she had felt so compelled to such a violent, angry person.
She walked out the door but broke into a run as she felt warm tears escape her eyes without her control. With her head down and her hair covering her face, she couldn't escape the oncoming collision with the tall black haired man coming up the driveway, also looking down, mail in hand.
'Poof'
Jeez. I'm sorry. I know this is bad, really short and unflowing. I'll work harder on the next one. I just really wanted you guys to know the stories still up. It's my first story and I really want you guys to enjoy it. :) And don't worry if it sounds depressing, of course it'll work out. I'm just not very good at writing mushy mush. Mushi Mushi (sry.) kinda hyper. Please review! Ciao for now. :D
(blah, blah, I don't own Furuba)
Kyo looked up angrily in his white karate outfit, rubbing his ankle, as he noticed Tohru was watching. 'What was she doing here? And why does she have to see me like this? She'll never go out with me if she thinks I'm some loser who goes around spraining his ankles and screaming obsenities.'
At the door, Yuki mercilessly tried to conceal his snicker from Tohru, while looking at Kyo with disdain. Tohru had a look of concern, which Kyo, as usual, mistook for negative pity. Of course, the combination of this made Kyo infuriated.
"Why don't you come down here and let me whipe the smirk off your face?" Kyo demanded loudly, forgetting Tohru hadn't seen the snicker.
Tohru gasped and covering her mouth, taking a step back, honestly shocked. She had known Kyo had a temper, but she wasn't so sure she wasn't aware he acted so violent. She wasn't sure if she could cope with tendencies like that, she's too unconfident to handle these kind of situations.
"WHAT?" Kyo yelled at Tohru, forgetting how important to him she was in his blind fury.
He sighed as he mentally woke up and saw the water tearing up in her wide, frightened eyes. 'I always have to screw this up...' he thought to himself, inwardly swaring.
"Um." Tohru said, hand lowered from her mouth, hair covering her eyes and shrouding her expression. "I came to return your wallet. I gave it to Yuki, but now I think I'll go."
She turned and headed back inside the house to grab her shoes and leave through the front door. Yuki stayed in the yard, letting Tohru slip by him without a glance, too obsorbed in enjoying Kyo's disheartened expression.
Tohru walked through the living room, and the kitchen, slipping her shoes on quickly. 'No tears until I'm home. No tears until I'm home. No tears until I'm home,' she repeated to herself, trying to stay composed. She couldn't fathom why she had felt so compelled to such a violent, angry person.
She walked out the door but broke into a run as she felt warm tears escape her eyes without her control. With her head down and her hair covering her face, she couldn't escape the oncoming collision with the tall black haired man coming up the driveway, also looking down, mail in hand.
'Poof'
Jeez. I'm sorry. I know this is bad, really short and unflowing. I'll work harder on the next one. I just really wanted you guys to know the stories still up. It's my first story and I really want you guys to enjoy it. :) And don't worry if it sounds depressing, of course it'll work out. I'm just not very good at writing mushy mush. Mushi Mushi (sry.) kinda hyper. Please review! Ciao for now. :D