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Yuki's toes dug into the sand, wiggling the grains between them. He closed his eyes, and tilted his face up towards the setting sun, letting the rays run across his face, warming his skin. He gasped as the cool tide rushed in, sending water running up around his bare ankles, and grazing the bottom of the pants he'd rolled up. Shoes and socks in hand, Yuki smiled softly.
'I don't get out nearly enough...' He thought
Watching his lover from about thirty feet away, Shuichi smiled, watching the sun's rays play in his lovers golden hair. He approached Yuki, and looped his arm through his.
"I could stay here forever." He murmered
"For the price we're paying... we really couldn't." Yuki replied, looking down at him
Shuichi smiled at him, and then geustered towards the house they'd rented for the week.
"Let's get dinner started."
Yuki turned to him.
"You go ahead. I think I wanna stay here for a little bit longer."
Shuichi almost frowned, not wanting to leave his lover. But thinking back to just how happy Yuki looked, how peacefull, he felt himself nod.
"The sun's setting. Come in soon."
"Yes Mother." Yuki joked
Shuichi smiled, and releasing Yuki, walked towards the house. Yuki sat down on the sand, and watched the sun set completly beyond the horizon, and as the ocean got even cooler, he stood, shoving his hands in his pockets.
'I'm going to have to face this all at some point...' He thought 'I can't keep running. I want to know... I need to know. But what will it cost me? What will be lost... and what will be gained?'
Shuichi bustled around the kitchen, well, more like hopped around, holding his burning fingers. Yuki ran to him, closing the door behind him, and shoved Shuichi's fingers in his mouth, sucking on the injured digits.
"Shuichi." He said around the fingers "How do you manage to burn yourself even with the rice cooker?"
Shuichi cocked his head at him for a beat, not understanding.
"Huh?"
Yuki rolled his eyes, and then noticed Shuichi's grin. He followed his gaze, to his finges, which were still daintly placed in his mouth. Yuki hastily removed them.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. It knocks out the heat, and keeps the burn from getting worse."
Yuki moved over to the rice cooker and unpluged it, and then sighed.
"I forgot that you were a horrible cook." He murmered, starting to remove the rice from the cooker, Shuichi winced and whined.
"I'm sorry Yuki." He said softly
This time, it was Yuki's turn to wince. He didn't like when Shuichi said his name sadly. He hated how his name could go from sounding like the most glorious thing in the world, to the most painful. He finished emptying the cooker, and turned to Shuichi.
"It's okay. Your fingers still hurt right?" He asked
Shuichi nodded.
"Give them here." Yuki said, holding out his hand
Shuichi smiled, and happily placed his hand in Yuki's, and watched as his fingers returned to Yuki's mouth. Shuichi figured this was Yuki's way of appologizing, since he was never one for saying sorry.
"Do you want to even attempt to cook the rest of the meal?" Shuichi asked
Yuki shook his head and removed Shuichi's fingers.
"I can think of something else I'd rather eat." He murmered, pressing his lips to Shuichi's
Yuki's eyes fluttered open later that night. Shuichi's body was still pressed lightly against his. He felt restless again, and couldn't sleep. He thought of waking up Shuichi, but decided to let the sleeping boy lie. Sliding into his robe and off of the bed, Yuki made his way soundlessly out of the room and into the living room. He stretched, and inhaled, suddenly stopping as a familar scent wafted to his nose.
Strawberries.
"She can't be..." He murmered "Not here."
He felt his heart race. He panicked, moving from room to room, tearing through everything for some sign of her. He was so into his search after a while, that he didn't even hear Shuichi approach, and jumped when he felt his hand on his shoulder.
"Yuki..." Shuichi said, his eyes still hazy with sleep
"She can't be here." Yuki murmered, tearing through the closet "I..."
Shuichi's grip on Yuki suddenly tightened, and he pulled Yuki towards him.
"She's not. Eve's not here... okay." He said, embracing him in a hug. Yuki nearly collasped against him, making Shuichi buckle from the extra weight. Yuki clung to him, almost hurting the smaller boy with is grip "She's not here. It's just you and me. I promise." He murmered
"But... I..."
"She's not. Okay?" Shuichi murmered softly "She couldn't be. Let's just go back to bed."
"I'm not ready to see her yet." He said softly
"I know." Shuichi replied, walking backwards, Yuki still leaning on him "I know."
Shuichi finally managed to half-drag, half-carry Yuki back to the bedroom and laid him under the covers, pulling them up around his shoulders.
"Sleep." He murmered softly, sitting next to him "I'll be right here."
Yuki nodded, his eyes closing slowly. Shuichi didn't like this feeling. Something felt strange about him tending to Yuki, when it seemed it was always Yuki being the strong one and taking care of him. He sighed, watching his lover sleep, occasionally groaning and tossing and turning. He wanted desperatly to take care of everything. To fix it all for him, and was determined to do so.
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Sorry for the short chapter, I've been super busy lately, but I'll update hopefully tomorrow!
