When Yukimi first saw Miharu kissing me, his first reaction was a blank stare. Miharu snerked, devilishly and I could practically see horns growing out of his head. "Oh hey, Yukimi. I was just leaving."
I blushed, head tipping down to hide my eyes. Miharu was alot more open than I expected; where did the quiet, sensitive ninja go? I was embarrassed - not ashamed, though. Just embarrassed.
"W-w-what?" Yukimi hollered, backing up against the wall. "You? And the kid!" He sort of began pointing nowhere, and I turned my back to him, mumbling a goodbye to Miharu. He smiled at me, warming me in that odd way of his, and then left.
I sat on the ground in my most comfortable position, arms wrapped around my legs and chin buried between my knees. I knew my cheeks were tingling with the flush of feelings. I knew my eyes were brighter than normal. I tried to hide it from Yukimi, who began his interrogation.
"You know he's a guy, right Yoite? Oi, Yoite!"
I don't mind, Yukimi. I'm not really a guy either.
"I'm not saying I want to control your love life, but should you really be doing this right now?"
Why not? I don't have much time left, anyway. I think I'm happiest with Miharu by my side. I think so.
"But you know, kids these days, whatever."
We're being rash. But we have no choice.
When Yukimi placed his hand on my head, I glanced up at him. I expected an angry face, but instead saw a mysterious grin spread all over. "Just don't let him hurt you, okay? Or his ass is mine." I blinked, then looked down. Really, I'm going to be the one hurting Miharu, right? When I die. I'm going to die. It's inevitable.
But I know what we're doing right now is the best thing.