Chapter 4: Resolving
Tohru spent most of the day fretting. She didn't really know what to do. So she did what she always does. Hoped that it would be OK.
At lunch she sat on her desk and produced an onigiri she'd made earlier. There were six. Two for her, two for Kyo, and two for Yuki. It was a shame she wouldn't be able to give them to him. Haru and Momiji ate them instead.
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Shigure heard the front door open. It was Aaya.
"Hey." He said. Ayame smiled sadly in return. "He's up in his room still."
"Still?"
"Yeah… He's calmed down though."
Ayame started making some tea. They stayed silent for a while. He –surprisingly enough- handed Shigure a cup.
"I don't know what to do." He said.
"Leave him for a while. He needs to think things over. And so do you I imagine. Then go and talk to him."
Ayame heeded this advice. He glanced towards the stairs, and sadly resisted the temptation to go and talk to his brother.
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The others got home from school and dispersed into the house. Kyo went outside to train, and Tohru started her homework. No-one said a word about…well, anything really.
It was nearing 7:00pm, and Tohru was nearly finished making dinner. Ayame thought it was about time he went to see Yuki.
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Yuki lay brooding in his room on his bed. It was times like these he hated himself most. Why couldn't he just let things go? Why did he take things so personally. The fact was, he didn't blame his brother for wanting to hurt him. And that made the hurt all the more painful.
There was a knock on his door once more. He was about to yell, but thought the better of it. He just stayed quiet.
"Yuki…It's me." He could hear his brother's voice. "Can I come in…?
"Y-yeah." Ayame entered quietly and sat down next to Yuki on the bed. There was an awkward silence.
"I'm so bad at this." Said Aaya quietly.
"Shigure said you went to the Main House. You saw Hatori, right?"
"Yes." He looked at Yuki. "How… How did you know that?"
Yuki sat up on his bed."I know you really like Hatori and you listen to him, so I just assumed that you-"
"You… You know me that well?" Ayame held his breath.
"I…I guess." Yuki looked at him in confusion. "Don't read to much into it though. Most people who know you would guess that you went to see Hatori."
"Well… I'm just happy that you're talking to me."
"I'm happy that you're talking and not yelling."
Ayame blinked. "When…When have I ever yelled at you?"
Yuki looked away from him. "All the time. You go through these fits of, 'look at me! Aren't I great.' You're so loud. It feels like you're yelling sometimes."
Ayame laughed. "I'm sorry… That's just how I am."
There was another silence. Ayame and Yuki both stayed quiet. It was strange It was as if they were complete strangers; as if they had lost their memories of each other, and were both desperately trying to find something to say to the other. Dig something up from a field that had never has seeds sown in it. No memories had ever been planted. Nothing. There was nothing to go on.
"We… We really do have a lot to catch up on… Don't we?" Said Ayame. "Years…"
Yuki edged around so he was sitting next to Aaya."We… We could start fresh. Forget all this ever happened."
"I guess. But we can't just ignore it. We were both stupid…"
"Nn. Plus we both have stupid haircuts to show for it."
Ayame laughed once again, but for once he was laughing at something that he actually found funny. Yuki joined in.
"So... What are you gonna do with yours?" Said Aaya. "Grow it back like before?"
"Hmmm… I might consider growing it long." Said Yuki. Ayame waited for it. If it came he knew everything was going to change for the better. "Like yours." And there it was. "And how about you?"
"Hmm… I might try having it short fr a while. See if I like that."
"Really? You? With short hair?"
Ayame smiled. "Yeah well. I've never had it short. It'll be a bit like you having yours long."
They carried on talking. It was a strange feeling. They had never really spoken to each other at length before without arguing. Ayame took things slowly. He knew he had to be gentle with his brother's feelings. Yuki tried to be as… Outgoing as possible in front of his brother.
Strange… How an argument can bring people together.
Especially one about Hair.
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AN: Uh… I think that's it! O.o I'm sorry… I think I just went all weird and wrote the whole thing without noticing…
AN2: Who's heard the song: I'm The Only Gay Eskimo? It's soo funny… There's a line that goes:
I go out seal hunting with my best friend Tarka,
But all I wanna do is get into his Parka.
o.O
AN3: I'm sorry! This is the shortest chapter fic I have ever written…The ending was kinda abrupt I know… But…. Um… I'M SORRY!