The next few weeks went even slower and dragged on even longer, than before. Kyo realized that it was the knowledge that no one would be allowed to visit him, at least before he could imagine someone coming. Now, he was all too aware that the days would never be broken by a visit from someone, news of the outside world or even the sound of a voice not his own.
He had taken to talking to himself, to hear something in the quiet of the room. He rarely even heard the sounds of nature through the barred windows, as the plants in the outer garden here were not conducive to birds nesting or even eating. The insects here were few, as the grounds were sprayed once a week to clear them of such pestilence. Hence he could barely hear the cicadas in the outlying gardens. He truly missed the constant hum of them in the trees, and the birds that would try to catch them, twittering happily. He even realized that the cats of the neighborhood avoided this area. The true meaning of the rock formations, in the garden. They were wards to keep all animals away. And they worked. He hadn't had the company of a single cat since he arrived, and that was truly foreign to him. So,
he talked. He told himself whatever he felt he should know. Talked about his feelings and reminded himself of things he should remember. He had even come to call himself Neko, as Yuki used to do.
It would sound somthing like: "Neko, you are truly foolish for forgetting that today is Saturday, tomorrow Tohru would be doing the laundry. " "Kyo, I know what day today is, I was just thinking that if we were still in Shigure's house she would be asking if we had anything we needed washing. We would have to stomp up the stairs to our room and gather all the clothes strewn about the floor for her." "Yes, Neko and on the way, we would inevitably have to cross paths with that damn Yuki." "Kyo? Why was it we hated that nezumi, in the first place?" "Foolish Neko, don't you remember? He is the rat. It is all his fault." "It is? Why? What did Yuki do? I just don't remember anymore." Then the both of them sat down on the floor to think about that. They both made several suggestions at each other. But in the end, nothing made sense. Kyo laid against the edge of his bed and closed his eyes. Sleep once again brought oblivion.
He had taken to talking to himself, to hear something in the quiet of the room. He rarely even heard the sounds of nature through the barred windows, as the plants in the outer garden here were not conducive to birds nesting or even eating. The insects here were few, as the grounds were sprayed once a week to clear them of such pestilence. Hence he could barely hear the cicadas in the outlying gardens. He truly missed the constant hum of them in the trees, and the birds that would try to catch them, twittering happily. He even realized that the cats of the neighborhood avoided this area. The true meaning of the rock formations, in the garden. They were wards to keep all animals away. And they worked. He hadn't had the company of a single cat since he arrived, and that was truly foreign to him. So,
he talked. He told himself whatever he felt he should know. Talked about his feelings and reminded himself of things he should remember. He had even come to call himself Neko, as Yuki used to do.
It would sound somthing like: "Neko, you are truly foolish for forgetting that today is Saturday, tomorrow Tohru would be doing the laundry. " "Kyo, I know what day today is, I was just thinking that if we were still in Shigure's house she would be asking if we had anything we needed washing. We would have to stomp up the stairs to our room and gather all the clothes strewn about the floor for her." "Yes, Neko and on the way, we would inevitably have to cross paths with that damn Yuki." "Kyo? Why was it we hated that nezumi, in the first place?" "Foolish Neko, don't you remember? He is the rat. It is all his fault." "It is? Why? What did Yuki do? I just don't remember anymore." Then the both of them sat down on the floor to think about that. They both made several suggestions at each other. But in the end, nothing made sense. Kyo laid against the edge of his bed and closed his eyes. Sleep once again brought oblivion.