--Chapter Two—Tell Me More!
Yuki took the stairs two at a time, panting only slightly once he reached the top of the stairs and rushed into his room. Making sure the door was secure behind him, he let himself take a deep breath before giving in a letting out a little triumphant, "yes!" But this was before he remembered that he couldn't dance.
"Dammit!" he swore, smacking himself in the forehead for lying to Tohru. And, worse yet, for holding off when he knew his answer would always be yes to anything she asked him. He sank down onto his bed, sprawled out as he studied the ceiling, trying to think of a way to learn how to dance, and quickly.
"That's it!" Suddenly inspired, he grinned and bounded off of his bed, the springs squeaking in protest. Yuki threw open his closet doors, studying the floor of it intently before giving up. The few magazines that he did own weren't going to help, anyhow.
His ears perked up, however, when he heard the front door slam open, then just as quickly close again. Shigure must be avoiding his editor again, Yuki thought with a chuckle before trotting downstairs to ask the perverted man a favor…
…Half an hour later…
Yuki stared in amazement at the room full of magazines. They were about everything, from the latest cartoon craze to Shigure's coughcough professional interests. Yuki shrugged before pouncing on a stack of magazines and shuffling through them, before holding one up and flipping its pages quickly. Settling on a page, he quickly scanned the advertisements. He snagged a nearby scrap of paper and pen, jotting the number and address down before settling back to read a magazine about gardening.
"Yuki-kun!" Tohru's voice floated down the hall to his ears, alerting him to her oncoming presence. He rushed eagerly to his feet, striding out of the room to intercept her halfway through the living room. He had to snag her elbows to keep her from smacking into his chest, yet her nose still grazed his neck as she jolted to a stop less than two inches from him.
"Oh," she murmured, breathless. Her heart felt like it was expanding inside of her chest, making her worry that it would explode any moment now. Her cheeks flushed, she glanced up at her heart's desire, oi, only to find him staring somewhat fixedly at her face. She was suddenly nervous, panicking when she realized that there might be something on her face. After all, she had just finished cooking a dinner of baked fish, rice, and the leaks she had prepared earlier.
She covered her face with her hands self-consciously, scrubbing, only to be stopped when someone's hands latched gently onto hers to halt them. Yuki's hands.
"What are you doing, Tohru-kun?" His voice was soft, almost caressing…No! She snapped her thoughts back into line, cheeks heating even more at the sudden realization that, yes, although she loved him, she also desired him. I may be naïve, she told herself, but I still know what's going on. After all, we did have that rather odd health class a few years ago…
"Just checking," she muttered, thoughts still drifting, not really paying attention to the words anymore. She was distracted by the warmth seemingly flowing out from Yuki, closely followed by the smell of….musky books? That wasn't how he usually smelt. Puzzled, Tohru leaned closer to him, sniffing delicately at his shirt, startling him into back up. She tipped forward, off-balance, only to be held against Yuki's chest as he caught her.
He was startled by the feel of her in his arms, by the rightness of it. He closed his eyes, waiting for the little pop followed by his transformation, before he remembered the breaking of the curse. "Yuki?" he heard her whisper, her breath sending chills down his spine as it slipped through the material of his shirt.
"Yes?" he replied, voice suddenly hoarse.
"Can I have my answer now?"