The next day flew by quite fast for most of the Sohmas, Yuki was unconscious, but alive, in the hospital, and Kyo was sleeping beside him. It was all going perfectly well until Kagura showed up.
She had come rather unexpectedly to the hospital, and had forgotten to knock before entering the room. Kyo had fallen asleep, his head and arms draped about Yuki's body. His hands were clasping those of the unconscious prince. Kagura almost had a heart attack right then and there. She let out a scream, waking Kyo from his slumber. The next few things were a bit of a blur for the poor cat; first, Kagura had walked over to him, before clocking him in the face. Then as Kyo lay on the ground collecting himself, she was already whacking his head against the ground.
"KYO! I thought you loved MEEEE!" She said sobbing.
"Get offa me! I never loved you in the first place, and for you information I don't love Yuki! AAARGH!" he said, flipping her and himself over and pinning the boar to the ground.
"Listen you, I don't love you and I never will. So stop following me, stop trying to make me love you and stop convincing yourself I love you, and get lost." Kyo played his words over once more in his mind, deciding to himself he had been a bit harsh. He got off of her, stood up, and walked out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.
CRASH, BANG, SLAM.
What is that noise…? Kyo…? Kyo, are you here? Kyo, speak to me! Someone tell me where I am… so cold… my head hurts a lot… oh god, where am I? Tohru… is she here? No… That's Kagura… are they-- fighting? I hope not…
"Listen you, I don't love you and I never will. So stop following me, stop trying to make me love you and stop convincing yourself I love you, and get lost."
Oh Kyo… you always know how to make people feel the worst they can possibly feel.
Kyo trudged down the white hallways and grumbled. Darn Kagura. Why do I feel so god damn guilty? He walked to a vending machine, put in the money, looked over the contents briefly, and then pushed the button for his snack. It fell fine, until it snagged on one of the other chocolate bars. Mother fu-
"Kyo! Is Yuki-san alright?" Kyo turned in the direction of the voice. It was Tohru, hand-in-hand with some handsome, longhaired freak.
"No, Tohru, he's not alright. And it's your fault too! Yuki… he loved you, you moron! But then you had to go pick this freak show off the street… I used to think… I used to think you were a great person, Tohru… But now, I don't even know what kind of person you are." He walked off, ignoring her small, squeaky voice yelling in his direction.
He decided to walk home, looking in shops, sighing, and grumbling to himself the way back. When he reached the house, he walked in without even thinking about taking off his shoes, or calling to see if anyone was home and walked upstairs to his bedroom. He set up his easel, propping up the painting from last night on it. He laid stroke after stroke on it, perfecting the shape of Yuki's chest. Yes, he was indeed painting Yuki.