This story took place in the same day as the first chapter.

Oh yeah. And use your imagination for the time of year, or century, for this story. For me, it's like… In the… Vikings? Well, not really. Just imagine… Robin Hood. I don't know!

Disclaimer: I don't own Furuba. Period.

Chapter 2: Still Watching You

I sighed, again. I looked out the window and checked on the other shops. Not there… Not there either… Sigh. It's ten past eight. Where…?

Oh! There she is! My one and only Yuki.

Haha! I must've sounded like some lovelorn freak, right?

Well, I really do like her. I mean… If you can see her right now.

The way she say, "Tohru! Tohru! Look at this!" is like a melody from Heaven, even though she is calling her friend instead of me. And the way she walk! Meow! If only I can bite her sexy ass.

Oh… Look at that. She's walking away with her friend. He's getting farther and farther away.

I touched my cheek where a tear rolled down just now. I stood up and wiped both of my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Breakfast," I said to myself, and went out of my room.

It really amazes me how I didn't get lost while on my way down to the kitchen. My head would always be filled with Yuki, and the next thing I know, I would always be outside the kitchen door.

This started two years ago, when I realized that I like her. Dad saw the change in me, but he just smiled at that and left me to my own world.

He thought that I didn't know that he knew about me liking her. Or… Maybe he's just pretending that he didn't know about me knowing about him knowing that I like her. Okay.. Um… I'm confused.

Hey, look at that. I'm outside the kitchen. I turned the doorknob and was greeted with a wisp of freshly baked bread.

"Good morning, mina," I greeted everyone in the kitchen.

The cookers were cooking at the other side of the room, the stablemen just came in from the back door, their children were running around… Okay, I really don't want to tell you everything about everyone.

I'm hungry.

"Good morning, Sire," they chorused back.

I've tried many times to make them stop calling me that, but the deal was: "If we stop calling you 'Sire', than you must stop coming to the kitchen."

And I don't want to stop going here. They are serious. These people are like family to me. I've been coming here since I was young, and they like my company, as I do theirs.

I sat on a chair and smelled the air. "A certain someone's famous soup," I said out loud.

The cooker blushed. "Of course, Sire," she said.

I ate until I was full. Okay, the head chef forced me. So what? She wants me to be healthy, and I like pleasing people.

I walked around the castle, greeting everyone I passed by.

"Kyo…"

I jumped, turning around, when I heard someone call out my name. "Father!" I like calling Dad that. I mean, I'm nearly 18. I can't be a baby calling him 'Dad!' and all. "You know there is barely anyone in this part of the castle. Don't just walk out of the shadows and give people a heart attack."

He smiled his soft yet famous smile at me. This smile caught the eyes of widowed and single queens in the neighbouring kingdoms. And they've been trying to get Dad to marry them, but of course Dad wasn't interested.

There've never been any war between Dad's kingdom and the neighbouring ones. Those people doesn't want the most cutest King and his handsome adopted son to die soaked in blood.

Yeah, I've been thinking… I think the Kings like us too… Hmm…

"I'm sorry, son." He was smiling more and more at me, and he knows that I won't be able to get mad at him like that.

I turned around sharply and looked at the painting in front of me.

"Whatever," I mumbled, mentally hitting myself for saying that to my beloved father. "Just… don't scare me like that again."

He chuckled. "Aren't you usually in the garden, training?"

I just shrugged. I haven't been training for a week already, but, as a change, I walk from the first floor of the castle to the… um… fourth? Fifth? I'm not sure.

"You'll turn fat, you know," Dad said.

I smirked, and then turned around and send him a flying kick, which he dodges easily.

"Whoa, whoa," he said, brushing on the front of his… What do you call it? The ones that kings wear? They don't just wear gold shirts and all, but… something. I never care about this kind of stuff. "You know I have a mega important meeting to go to after this, so please don't do that."

I shrugged again, and walked past him. "You were the one who forced me."

I could feel him smile, and I rolled my eyes. "So…" he said, walking beside me. "When will I meet my future daughter-in-law?"

I stopped in my tracks. My eyes grew wide. I turned around to him, gaping. "Father!" I couldn't believe it. Why is he asking me this out of the blue?

Dad chuckled and continued walking. "Well, I sneaked into your room one morning…"

"When?" I was a bit angry right now. Why, Dad? Why?

"Uh… About a year ago. Anyway, I knocked on the door…"

"After sneaking in?"

"Usually you would quickly turn to the door after I come in, but you didn't that time, so I knocked, and you still didn't turn, nor moved. And then I walked to you, and peered over your shoulder."

King Kazuma chuckled, and I blushed. "What?" I hit his shoulder. "Why are you giggling like a little girl?"

Dad looked at me, smiling. "I saw the most cutest face I have ever seen." I blushed again. "You were sighing dreamily, that smile on your face… I've never seen that."

I stomped off. "And since when do you say those kind of things?"

Dad smiled and caught up to me, somehow. "Since my son fell in love."

I stopped and turned away from him, crossing my arms and grumbling nonsense under my breath. This feels weird, us father and son talking about… this…, but it feels… good. It makes me feel like everything has been taken off my chest.

"I don't know which one you like, but both look pretty, and the way they walk and talk… They're like some man's dream of the perfect wife."

I suddenly turned around, feeling my cheeks burn up. "Father! How long were you there?" What is he trying to do to me?

Dad shrugged and walked down the stairs in front of me. "I don't know. About fifteen minutes, I guess." I felt shocked. He waved to me. "Well, I need to go to my meeting now. Take care, son."

He disappeared before I cold kill him. I feel like… destroying stuff. My feet brought me to the garden, and I screamed and kicked and punched the air non-stop until 5 in the afternoon.

I ran up to my room and looked out the window.

She's there again, with her friend. They said goodbye to each other and walked in the opposite direction of each other.

The way she sashays like that…

Meow

I grabbed my towel and went to my bathroom to take a shower.

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Short story…

Sorry