In Smaller Proportions
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And so it happens.
So yeah, Mystery Person makes a comeback. That's all I'm gonna tell you, or you wouldn't even bother to read.
Well, here goes nothing...
PJ
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Horoscopes, for some uncanny reason, always seem to know just when the weirdest of weird things is going to happen to you one fine morning.
Tohru did not keep track of horoscopes. Neither did Yuki. Nor Shigure.
Perhaps they should have...
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Tohru was going through the laundry (Yuki's was distinctly more than usual), when she heard the door slide open.
There was no cause for alarm. After all, Shigure had gone out for a quiet stroll in the nearby forest. It could only be him returning.
The door did not slide shut, as though whoever it was had been too lazy to bother.
"Dammit, I'm starvin'..."
There was a cause for alarm, now. Shigure wasn't one to say things like that. Neither was Yuki (he was in his room anyway). She only knew one person in her lifetime who would talk like that.
Dropping the clothes back into the basket, Tohru hastily rose to her feet and hurried to the kitchen, where the distinct other set of footsteps were headed.
Someone was leaning slightly on the ajar refrigerator door, fishing out the cold leftover sushi rice and a container of raw salmon.
Someone with a disheveled mop of orange bangs, irritated crimson eyes, and a purple-and-white bead bracelet peeking from the left sleeve of his oversized shirt.
That someone realized he was being stared at, and turned to look at her.
"Oh. Hi, Tohru," he said, sounding a little awkward.
Still staring, Tohru had only one word to say to that someone.
"KYO!"
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What the...?
Yuki put down his pen.
He recalled dropping Kyo off in his own room for a nap. It didn't seem possible for a kid his size to move that fast and wreck any havoc when he was all but knocked out.
Could it?
After that first time with changing, Yuki didn't count on taking any chances.
Leaving his written notes where they were, Yuki rose from his seat and made his way to the kitchen.
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Using his free hand as an interception, Kyo prevented Tohru from jumping on him in the nick of time. "Um... It was just a week, Tohru. Not a year or anything."
...a week? Tohru withdrew from where her forehead had connected with his hand in her rush. "Kyo, you mean you remember everything?"
Kyo presented her with yet another of his "exactly how dumb are you?" looks. "I didn't get amnesia, you know. I remember just fine."
Tohru's wide eyes continued to fly up and down his whole physique, as though she had seen him for the first time, and could not believe that he was real. "How...what...when..."
Kyo averted her stare, looking embarrassed as he scratched his head. "Sorry about...y' know..."
Tohru stopped her examination and blinked. Why was he apologizing? "But Kyo, it wasn't your fault. I don't think you expected it either."
"Well...something like that," was the muttered reply. "But at least I should have told you first, face-to-face, instead of leaving that note."
Tohru was confused now. "...Note?"
"Guess you didn't read it, then. You know when Hatori called me last week?"
Tohru's eyes widened again. Hatori knew about this all along?!
Kyo was starting to move on to the back of his neck, still looked really embarrassed. "Yeah, well, I kinda panicked and all that. I was scared for Shishou. Thought he might kill himself taking care of the dojo, y'know?"
Shishou...Kazuma-san? The dojo?
"Kyo?" Tohru finally dared herself to ask. "You mean you were at the dojo all this while?"
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Yuki stared in shock at the two people in the kitchen. Especially the taller male with orange hair, red eyes and habitual frown that he could only pinpoint as Kyo.
What...
There was a soft crash from Kyo's room, followed by a now familiar giggle.
...the...
Yuki looked sharply at the Kyo in the kitchen, then turned to look in the direction of the sound.
HECK?!
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"Yeah, I felt I needed to. I heard his flu could lead to worst stuff if he didn't rest himself."
Tohru was silent now, unable to comprehend the daunting thoughts that were solemnly chewing at her on the inside.
There was a crash, and Kyo looked toward where it had come from. "Why is someone knocking things over in my room? And giggling at it?"
When he did not receive an answer, he left the stunned Tohru to gape after him in the kitchen, brushed past an equally stunned Yuki, and toward the closed door that led to his room.
He slid open the door, and went in.
Then there was a momentary silence.
Then there was another crash, followed by a happy giggle.
"WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?!?!"
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In that same hideout that was used for the second time already, someone was watching the unraveling scene via special means. (The open door, duh)
How could it be?!
Why was the cat back so soon?!
Apparently, some things were beyond prediction and planning.
No matter, at least a week had passed.
A week was better than none.
Now all that was left, was for the Dog to come back.
Speak of the hound from hell. Here comes the handsome pooch himself.
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To Be Continued.
Oh yes. I'm a bad boy.
I also own five Chinese crafted swords of the finest designs, so kindly leave me unscathed.
ABSTRACT OFF MSN CONVERSATION:
HW: And then there was one.
PJ: And then there was two.
HW: And then there was three.
PJ: And then there was four.
HW: And then there was five.
PJ: Just how long are we going to do this?
HW: Humor me one more time.
PJ: And then there was six.
HW: And then there was a Triple Choc Fudge ice-cream.
PJ: With ice-cream and fudge and ice-cream and fudge and ice-cream and fudge and chocolate sauce?
HW: Spot on.
PJ: Ho yeah.
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