I'm sorry for not updating in so long. I re-discovered Manga! Oh and Ranma 1/2 that show is so cute. It's so funny. Anyways on with the show! Please read and review
What Was Meant to Be
Tifa Strifeheart
Chapter Five
Almost a week had past since he had awoken in the Kinomoto guest room and Yue knew no more about his past now then he had then. But experiences had helped reveal things about himself if not about his past. For example the last few days had shown him that he hardly ever felt the urge to speak rather he was satisfied with merely watching the Kinomoto family then to join in as they so urged him to. He stayed silent most of the time and only spoke when he needed to make his presence known only when required. He preferred the night to the day, the quite of animal and plant life around him then the hustle of human life, the muted glow of the moon to the harsh glare of the sun. The familiar feeling that washed over him when he held a book told him that he must have really liked books. Another thing he never felt like doing was eating. He never felt hungry and only ate at the constant insistence of Sakura and the gentle persuasion of her father, Fujitaka.
Yues brow creased as he got up from the bed and walked over to look out the window. Down, below on the driveway Fujitaka was just getting behind the drivers wheel of the car. Sliding into the passenger's seat, Toya chatted easily with his father while storming angrily behind them into the back seat was Sakura. Her book bag slung over her shoulder Sakura glared at her elder brother. She'd been in that mood since last night when Toya announced that his knew job was at her school and started on Monday – today. Yue couldn't quite understand why she was so angry; brothers were usually there for their siblings. Hadn't he always found support from his brother even if he wanted it or not.
He froze. He had no idea where that memory had come from but he knew it to be the truth. Yue didn't notice the car that he had been watching and, in a daze, he made his way over the bed and sat down heavily. Staring unseeingly out the window, Yue dwelled within his newly discovered memory. He had a brother.
Tomoyo Daidougi flinched as her long time best friend slammed her book bag onto the desk beside her. There was nothing she could do keep from grinning as she turned slightly to watch the new comer, silently wishing that she had brought her camera to school today. With a deep passion for filming she rarely passed up the chance to get interesting things on tape.
"Whoa, Sakura! Good morning to you too!" Sakura plopped down into her seat managing to look angry and abashed at the same time.
"Sorry Tomoyo. I'm just really pissed off." Tomoyo raised a halting hand.
"Let me guess. At this early in the morning, my money is on Toya. Am I right?" Sakura nodded.
"Uh-huh. But this time he's gone too far, Tomoyo! Can you believe that he has got a job here at school! This has to be by far the worst thing that my brother has done to me in a long time." Tomoyo laughed at her friend's anger. She cooked her head in mock concentration.
"Well… If I recall correctly, Toya isn't all that bad looking, in fact he is really, really good looking. I think you, Sakura, will be the only person who will complain." She laughed at the mix of astonishment and rage on Sakuras face. "At least you would be the only girl." Tomoyo laughed again and Sakuras chance to retort disappeared as the Teacher came in and demanded for quite.
"Alright guys," Putting the register down after roll call, the teacher crossed her arms over her chest and rested her hip against the edge of her desk facing her students. "I've got some good news. Today we are getting a new member of our class and, of your lucky; you'll all be seeing less of me.
Touya groaned and dragged a hand through his already tousled hair with his already numb fingers. Typing had never been one of his strong points but he had never much liked secretarial work so it hadn't mattered much until now. The only reason he'd taken this job was to stay closer to Sakura and this was the only way her could think of doing that. So, for that reason alone he went back to glaring at the foul scratch on the not pad in front of him for some recognizable charter to type in the word processor.
"Excuse me." Toya grunted. The only person in the office right now, he wasn't quite ready to deal with any spoilt teenagers just yet. "I'm sorry but I need some assistance." Lifting his head the sigh he had been on the edge of releasing halted as he laid eyes on the person that didn't want him to get his typing done.
Even sitting Toya could tell that he was taller then this man by at least a head. His hair was a pale grey color that only accented his warm chocolate eyes that stared at him from behind neat wire rimmed glasses. As his gaze swept over this person the only word that came to him was 'soft.' The lines of his face sloped softly and his lips also had a look of soft fullness to them. In fact, the white of his sweater against his pale ivory skin made him seem fragile. At the same time, however, a part of him, the part that he rarely used and that knew when his mother was around and allowed him see her, told him that this person had a firmness to him that betrayed his physical appearance. Vowing to look into it later, Toya stood up and extended a hand.
"I'm sorry." He gestured at the mess on his desk with his other hand. "I'm a little stressed." The man nodded with understanding and smiled taking Toya's outstretched hand. The warmth of the mans hand, along with the sudden tightness in his stomach; it was all Toya could do not to snatch his hand away.
"That's alright." The man's eyes twinkled with amusement as he glanced down at the sheets Toya had been trying to decipher when he had come in. Looking into the guys eyes, Toya wondered how anyone could seem so innocent. With a start he realized their hands were still clasped and abruptly came to his senses.
"Yeah well, I'm Toya. Toya Kinomoto." The man stared at him for a moment longer before nodding.
"Yukito Tsukishiro." Yukito held on to his hand an instant longer before releasing it. Instinctively, Toya touched his freed hand with the other. When he realized what he was doing he forced his hands to his sides. If Yukito noticed his smile didn't falter by a degree, actually he seemed to be waiting.
"So, what can I help you with?" Toya must have sounded as casual as he had been aiming for because Yukito shook his head.
"Well it's my first day and I'm not sure what class I'm in." At the confused look Toya knew was on his face Yukito laughed. "Let me explain. I'm a student teacher. I was just assigned here so I don't know where anything is. "Toya nodded understanding replacing the confusion on his face.
"So, which class?" Yukito consulted a small notebook that Toya hadn't noticed him holding before.
"Umm…. Class 12B." Toya gestured outside the office with one hand.
"Go down the hall. Third floor, fifth door on the right." Yukito smiled warmly, something that felt very much like s sucker punch to the gut caught Toya by surprise.
"Thanks a lot." Yukito made his way to the exit but stopped just inside the doorway. "I guess I'll be seeing you later then." For a moment Toya thought he heard a note of wistfulness in the other mans voice but he chalked it up to wishful thinking on his part. He nodded.
"Yeah I guess so." With one last smile Yukito left the office and Toya who remained in a state of distraction for the rest of the morning.
It wasn't until he was half way up the second flight of stairs did he stop walking. Biting his lower lip, Yukito leaned against the railing absently thankful that the stairwell was empty.
He had known that there would be some difficulties when he'd come here. Doing what had to be done would be difficult without a doubt but some unexpected difficulties were arising. The biggest one at the moment, for him, was the tall dominating school secretary. In that office Yukito could feel the power within him and realized that he may just be another obstacle. He was quite sure that the unforeseen presence of Toya, and not his instant attraction to the man, would be cause for concern.
"What's the hold up?" Yukito gave a start, however not because of hearing a disembodied voice rather by its suddenness. With a faint frown, he unzipped
the outer cargo pocket of his sling bag. Inside was a doll. It was a yellowish-orange in color, had only two body section and a tail that ended in a small yellow tuff. Yukito would have thought he was imaging the small, black button like eyes staring at him if he didn't know that they were staring at him. For what wasn't the first time, Yukito marveled at how such a large fearsome creature could also become this cute stuffed animal. The thought was actually unnerving.
"I thought that I told you to stay quite?" The doll shrugged.
"I was quite. Especially when you were talking to Toyaaaaa. Wasn't I?" With a sigh, Yukito shoved the doll back into his bag and zipped it back up. Before stepping out of the stair well and onto the third floor Yukito his unusually large side pocket.
"Keep quite in there. Kero, I'm warning you." He didn't stop patting till he got a grunt of what he took to be agreement. Taking a deep breath he braced himself for the challenge ahead.
Sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. I've had a lot on my plate but everything is finally coming together. Well, this chapter was meant to be longer but I decided to cut it in half so…. The next chapter may be a tad short. Anyways read and review. Ciao