Greeting again, peops! And how are the loyall reviewers? gives out magick digitall pickie dust
I'm wrighting and posting as fast as I can wright now, but I'm going to Itally on saterday and so NO WORK WHATSOEVER is going to be done for a while (I'll just wright you all a nice, dramatick cliff hanger for befor I go. insert maniackle laughter).
Well, I think this chapter should be dedicated to my new beta -Fire-Arisa-Ice-, to thank her for volentiering her services.
Also thank you to Astronomer (yep, here is more!) and Midified Tam (I'm glad you like the angst, even if my reply was rather scathing).
I'll say once more, as some people don't seem to have goted the mesage: coments on my speling will be sarcastickally replied to and then promptly ignored. Oh, and I don't own it yada yada yada.
Monday mornings in Shigure's house were always a manic affair. Yuki would
be impossible to wake, let alone tempt from his warm, comfortable nest of a bed, Kyo would be sulking about going back to school, and hence in a foul mood, which in turn set off Tohru who would be panicking, to which Shigure would respond by coming and upsetting as many people as he could. It was an escalating spiral that ended when the trio finally left for school or the house became a casualty.
Or when one factor of the equation was taken out.
This Monday morning was different, and it was painfully obvious to all.
Tohru was quiet, uncertain as to how she should behave, docile bordering on morose. Shigure was also docile bordering on morose, and (miraculously) being sensitive to the upset in the house, or maybe upset himself, though the dog's motives are next to impossible to comprehend at the best of times, and he was divulging no secrets.
And the biggest difference was Yuki.
Unable to properly rest, and finding himself roused from a fitful sleep after a few hours by new nightmares and fears, he found himself sitting in the kitchen at six in the morning, almost insensible in his wonderings. He had read Kyo's letter many times after deciding for sure what he must do, fretting long into the night as to whether that was really the right choice. It was close to three in the morning before his head had touched the pillow, and three hours later he found himself roused again by his worry.
He was vaguely aware that Tohru had never called him to dinner that evening and that the last he had eaten was lunch yesterday. He should probably eat what the little flower had left out for him, but he couldn't bring himself to face food in his current state. There was too much bitter doubt and betrayal running through his mind like bloody torrents for him to think of any physical needs: three hours of sleep and already clamoring depression was claiming his full attention.
And now it was seven, and Tohru was bustling nervously round the kitchen, trying her best to coax the rat into conversation, or at least answer her questions without that disengaged look he wore as he stared through the window at dawn.
"Good morning, Yuki."
"Hi."
"Um… have you been awake long?"
"I guess."
"You didn't eat dinner last night." Silence. "Are you hungry? I could make you breakfast."
"No, thank you."
"Um… Do you know if Shigure's up?"
"No."
Tohru paused, uncomfortably aware that this was going nowhere.
"Yuki," she murmured softly. He looked up. "Please, Yuki, can't you tell me what's wrong? I-I want to help you, but I really don't know how." She lifted her hand uncertainly, reaching for his face, but he turned away, back to the window. She dropped her hand, embarrassed, and made to leave.
"I'm fine, Tohru. I don't need your help."
She hesitantly bit her lip, and then rushed upstairs. Shigure, appearing in the doorway, followed her with his gaze before turning questioningly to Yuki, who sat almost oblivious to the drama.
"My, you're being insensitive this morning."
"Be quiet, Shigure. I'm not in the mood for you."
"When are you ever?"
Yuki didn't answer. He gave no indication he had even heard.
"So what's got you in this mood?"
More silence.
"What? Don't you trust me?"
"Shigure, you're a liar, a deceiver, you're manipulative, and you play games with people's lives when you have nothing better to do. No, I don't trust you."
"My, my. What did I do to deserve that?"
Yuki stood.
"... I'm not sure I know."
"You're being a little unfair then, don't you think?"
"Not really. Not knowing you."
Shigure smirked as Yuki headed to the door, scouring the fridge for food as he spoke.
"So what did you hear to bring this mood on?" Yuki turned a fraction at the voice. "What do you know?" the dog added more softly.
"Too much," he murmured, with an expression Shigure had not seen the like of on his cousin's face since the day that Kyo left.
hehe, love triangles are always fun! espeshally when combined with amnesure.
If you're not so keen on the angst, you might like to check out my new one-shot. For once I set out with the expresed perpost of not wrighing angst. (And even 'the misforture of being me' was writen with the intention of being an intro for 'popularity'.
