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Chapter 8: Oh what a night
A/N: I know it has been four months since my last update! (I know this is a common excuse but) My computer got showered with viruses! Anyway, enjoy!
Shigure and Akito sat in the ominous romm staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"Akito, why d-" he was stopped.
Akito's pale digits were even more white when pressed against Shigure's frowning lips; his skin soft as rose petals.
"Shigure," Akito's voice was venomously kind. "I know what I think is best may not be the same in your mind, but believe me," It was too kind. "Tohru has the right to know who killed the two friends that she so dearly loved."
Akito lifted his delicate fingers from Shigure's parched lips and smiled. Shigure smiled back with a bit of sarcasm and slowly leaned forward until he was inches away from Akito's face.
"Yes Akito, but what your doing I still think is wro-ong," he said, cheerfully adding a tune to the last word of his sentence.
Akito backed away from Shigure's features; his brow fusing together in fury. He stumbled over to the dresser of stained wood and rested his trembling hand on a cream colored vase occupied with wilting gardenias. Shigure watched Akito wrap his skeleton like hands around the lifless stems of the flowers and gently pluck off every petal singing, "He goes against me, he doesn't go against me." After every petal had been plucked and falle to the carpeted floor Akito turned to Shigure holding the last remain petal between his index finger and thumb.
"He doesn't go against me."
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Neither Yuki nor Kyo spoke to each other when they so unexpedly met. They neither scoffed nor grunted nor gave each other the bird. (looks like progress) Hatori noticed the change in the rat and cat's attitude's and felt himself slightly amused by it. Years of fighting and quarreling, hating and screaming was slowly fading away because of one young girl. But what will happen in the end? The two zodiac members if now all of them love Tohuru with all their hearts, what will happen when the certain time comes? Hatori watched the two boys.
Kyo was seated in a cloth covered chair with his elbows placed on the arm rests, his flame-like eyes baring holes into the violet silk blanket which was covering Tohru. His face put out no clue of emotion, but his forehead was wrinkled in what seemed to be thought. Kyo's right foot was tapping the tile of the medical room too, and the noise echoed in rythm with the second hand of Hatori's clock.
Yuki on the other hand was placed upon a wooden bar stool, his legs stradling the round seat and his palms placed on his knees. His violet-like hair shadowed his beautiful eyes and flawless skin, while his mouth, fully revealed, held a frown on its lips.Yuki's head was directed toward the bed Tohru layed in and his right index finger was tapping the fabric that covered his knee, which after a while, blended in with the tapping of Kyo's foot, the second hand on Hatori's clock and the rythmic breathing of the sleeping flower.
Momiji had left shortly after the cat and rat had entered the medical room in Hatori's home, he figured the two would require some time alone with Tohru, and...with each other. The young boy noticed something about himself though as he sat outide the door that was filled with worry and anxiousness. He unwillingly had left a part of his child-like essence out of this night, this night that had involved the injury of Tohru, the sorrow of tears, and the sought out joy of watching others crumble.
After leaving the boys Hatori, his glazed eye unable to see the things of reality but able to sense the emotions from within others around him stared out into the fresh falling rain; listening to the rumbling thunder as it chased after the lighting strikes in the sky. All he felt was a pain growing bigger and bigger deep inside his gut as he extended his hand out into the falling wetness, but that pain only subsided once during the thunder filled night, yes, the pain had subsided but fear had emerged from the darkness within, and that only happened when Hatori asked himself, "Where's Shigure?"
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He was pinned to the ground, being straddled. His hands were held above his head and the mentally ill human sitting on him was ferociously punching him with his free hand. His eyes wandered over the face of his abuser (that's what we'll call him) and he noticed a smile on his face and how it seemed to grow wider with every punch and every grunt of pain that was uttered.
"A-" a punch yet again, but Akito had noticed his attempt to speak and stopped.
"What is it Shigure? Do you want me to stop making you feel the pain that I have felt for so many years?"
Shigure knew this wasn't the time to be humerous but he comicly thought to himself, 'If you were hit like this every day of your life I'd be a sour ass too.' He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at his internal remark.
"What are you laughing at Shigure? Do you think this is funny? Do you think being beaten to a hellish pulp is funny!" Akito left enough time for Shigure to stumble on his response.
"Akito, our whole lives are the makings of one big comic book.(no pun intended) Our whole ex-ah!" Akito couldn't even let him finisha sentence before rage and fury took over. Shigure felt nothing as Akito knocked him senseless, the only he could do was think of happier times, until everything went black.
A/N: Kill me why don'tcha? Now not with a spoon! Ahhhhhh! Never mind. Well, I do you hope you guys enjoyed this one, even though nothing eventful happened in it. And, I promise those of you who haven't figured it out, Uo and Hana's killers will be revealed! R&R!