Disclaimer: Still don't own YYH, nope….
Scribbles: Okay, new chapter! This is the second side story. WHAT, AGAIN?xx Actually, don't fret coz im really putting up the eighth chapter by the end of the week. That is a promise :D
People to constantly thanks and pay homage to:
Kittengrl39 – hehe.. missed you :p
Starflower Sakura – glad you liked it. . Oh no.. you'll hate this chapter. evil grin
Hakudoshi-chan – gah, you actually reviewed per chapter (though am not complaining) :D thanks for the patience.. hope you'll continue reading, even after this chapter. Err.. you're also sure to hate this chapter.. xx oh, and I agree when you said that this has become like a soap opera.. am I dragging it for too long already?
yodai hiro – thanks for the great review. Sometimes my head gets messed up, and I forget who should end up with who. You know, it's like you have all these ideas in your head and you can't distinguish one from the other, and so the story becomes complicated, twisted, and sometimes incoherent :p so that's what's actually happening to this story…
What2callmyself - haha…:D you're really a funny person, I can't help but look forward to your next reviews. So I guess our relationship's kinda mutual. Oh, and I fight against computers too. To hell with un-user-friendly software! (or is my iq just too little? .)
iceheart3000 – darn. Certainly took my time, did I? :p
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Clow Angel – yay, it's you!!!! Ergh.. right now am a busy man.. err. Make that really lazy. Sometimes I really want to write a story, but it's always in the wrong places like when I'm in the shower, or right in the middle of reporting, or a class. So have to push the idea aside, only to forget it later on.. so it takes me really long to write something xx but thanks for hanging on. This is a short chapter, but the next one's coming in a week
Raining Petals – really, not OOC? That's great u just gave a really good compliment. Thanks, keep reading! :p
Hope no one was skipped, here goes:
"do I murder
when I forget you from afar
too drunk on the poison of endless roads
and the countless smokey bars
but tension is to be loved
when it is like a passing note
to a beautiful, beautiful chord"
- "Tension", Sixpence None the Richer
" A relationship based on needing to have a relationship:
"It's like when you have this shirt that you love like nothing else. You'd never want to give it up, but at some point in your life, you'll realize that you've already outgrown it and that it doesn't fit as well as it did before (and that sometimes it has gotten quite worn out of you).
"You only wear it because everyone expects you to – after all, it is – or was – your favorite.
"But you had to get rid of it – not unless if you wanted to be suffocated and packed like tuna in some can.
"It's just that sometimes, when you see someone else wearing it, and it fits them perfectly, you get a bit 'jealous'.
"—But what you're feeling is not really envy, but something that's easily mistaken as jealousy. It was actually just.. nostalgia."
Yuusuke turned to his companion and asked, "What do you think?"
The redhead beside him was staring at the sakura's falling petals. It must have been strange – a full-bloomed cherry tree in mid-autumn. Strange, but romantic, for two people sitting under it's shade when it was out of season. Kurama kept quiet, lost in his own thoughts that were in turmoil, and suddenly, a movement caught his eye. Raizen's descendant had reached out to him, and the half-youko's eyelids fluttered, looked down, without actually moving any else part of him, to see his friend's hand, holding a pink petal in front of his lips. It was rather large, obscenely neon, and billowed with the wind, trying to escape Yuusuke's grasp, "Careful, you would have eaten a petal."
And before he knew it, the cool petal was pressed on his slightly-parted lips, and then a heavier press. A warm press. Kurama looked up and met with Yuusuke's half-lidded eyes, and felt the warm breath on his face.
He pulled away.
Flustered, he spoke, "I – I'm not sure what you're trying to do – I mean.. I know not your intentions for telling me such things. But.. I do understand. The feeling.. of being forced into something."
The redhead's face was still flushed when he resumed staring at the petals. As subtly as he could, he inched away from Yuusuke, then began again, "About what you said… It's true, but.. but if people were to grow up so quickly, they'd be even more fickle that the sakura's blooms. They appear one day, and suddenly, they've already fallen. They wither and disappear, leaving only memories."
Kurama looked at Yuusuke sadly, "Even memories eventually lose their luster."
Seeing the pronounced delinquent about to protest, he reached out and grabbed the other's hand, silently asked for more time to explain himself. "If.. If a person grew up too fast, Yuusuke… he'll eventually run out of things to wear."
Yuusuke shook his head, "There are some things you'll never grow out of. Especially if the shirt they found is many sizes bigger."
"Then he doesn't fit the shirt. Rather, the shirt does not fit him, and belongs to someone else then."
Grabbing the hand that held his, Yuusuke replied, "That is the beauty of true love, I guess. When, or even if it's the worst match ever, you can still pull it off and keep wearing it, since in it, you're the most comfortable." As a side note, he mumbled, "Damn, I've become so mushy."
Ignoring the last comment, the half-youko replied, "So it's only about comfort? What if you find more comfortable things to wear? Soon, that shirt that you thought was perfect will be left in the dark part of your closet, where all the other pieces of clothing you got bored with, are. It'll only be after quite some time that you'll remember to give it away, when you realize that you don't fancy it anymore."
Kurama stood up indignantly, "But you know what, that shirt could have been too worn out to be used again. It'll end up in the dumps."
The wind blew coldly, and the redhead's tresses swung out quite violently, causing him to shudder at the sudden nakedness of his back, "I – I don't want to be something like that." Realizing what he had just said, he bit his left fist and proceeded to make his way down the stairs. Yuusuke caught up effortlessly and drew his friend in an embrace, "When will you stop running away, Kurama?"
They stood like that for a long time. After the sudden cold he felt a while ago, the redhead loved the warmth that wrapped about him just now. Yuusuke had rested his head on Kurama's left shoulder, nose somewhere along the bend of the redhead's neck, skin rubbing on cloth. His strong arms were wrapped around the half-youko's midsection. Unable to escape, and while confusedly loving the feeling, Kurama merely hung his head, "I'm tired, Yuusuke, of this little game we're playing. I'm tired of this façade we have to put up. Keiko already thinks you've moved on. You're quite stable now. So let's stop pretending that were really involved – "
"Were we still 'just pretending'?"
The redhead stiffened. Sensing that the other would run again, Yuusuke tightened his grip, "Because all the words I've said to you never contained life, Kurama. How about you? I've never done anything, given you anything when it didn't come from my heart."
Flashes of when they kissed bombarded Kurama. Immediately, he panicked, "Yuusuke, let go."
A pause.
Slowly, Yuusuke removed his clasped hands.
Kurama quickly ran down the steps, towards the rest of the group, hoping to find a way to calm down the madness in him. Yuusuke stood still, and watched quietly.
How long will you keep running away?
When will you stop hiding behind masks?
wah.. sleepy..xx
So finally, Chapter 8 will be posted sometime this week
Ah, Yomi goodness :p
By the way, if anyone's noticed in the side stories, the relationship between Kurama and Hiei and Kurama and Yuusuke greatly differ, in such a way that silence meets the first, and words and touch are important to the second. Hm.. which would be better?
Think, think.. xx
Ah, please review!