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black ennui, Jaganshi Mori, Kage Fuschichou
;; thankyyuuu. You girls are sweeties. –more marshmallows-
Kristy
yes. It IS Yukie he kissed. I'm not that evil as to make him kiss Hana. XD
Cannec616
oops. Hehe. –sheepish smile- I think that's a habit from too many years of roleplaying, cause RP requires you to describe everything out in detail. Gotcha. I'll tone down on the describing. Thanks. –gives marshmallows- xD
Aquaticmage
Smores… I WANT SOME! XD And thanks for reviewing. Her reaction… Well, read on and see. D
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Trudging through the school hall, Yukie's steps were tired and groggy. And why shouldn't she be? Afterall, being plagued by a cold, and a energy draining fever at the same time was exhausting. But perhaps the only thing that made it worst was that dastardly memory. One that made her warm in every nook and cranny when she thought of it, yet at the same time flooded her senses with doubt and insecurity.
-x-
His kiss had came too suddenly for Yukie's mind to process quick enough, but her body responded almost immediately. Her senses flared to attention, and her lips moved against his in response, her arms gripped against the front of his shirt, as sensation after sensation of sweet desire swept through her like never before. But that was before she got her logic straightened out.
The moment she realized what she was doing, Yukie's grip loosened against Kyouya's shirt, and she pushed him away, the harsh jerk from a mind-spinning world back to reality a little unnerving, she found herself breathing heavily. When she looked up at him, his features were impassive and calm, as if nothing had ever happened before. But when she looked in to his gray eyes, she saw confusion and surprise. Shock at her rejection?
Yukie didn't waste time in finding out. Before any of them could respond, she had closed the door quickly, and ran up to her room, closing her room door behind her in one swift movement, before she sank in her bed, her mind a turmoil of goodness-knows-what.
-x-
Sighing, Yukie leaned on the wall, willing her headache to go away. This is getting hopeless. she groaned inwardly as the bell rang, the sharp sound sending a jolt through her already throbbing head. Any person with a sane mind should stay at home when they're sick, right? Not Sohma Yukie. She'd probably just get scolded at the whole day, and since that wasn't going to do anything to help her fever, she might as well came to school. But then again, having three straight periods of maths wasn't exactly a pleasent idea either. Yukie was already,naturally bad at numbers and calculations. Put her to it when she's sick, and she'll probably faint.
Putting her hand to her forehead to check her tempreture, she rolled her eyes, and decided to skip maths class altogether. To put her with numbers when she's sick would be pure torture, and Yukie had no wish to put herself through misery and hell for the next hour and a half. Pushing away from the wall she was leaning on to, Yukie turned and headed away from where the classrooms were filling up, seeing no point in accidently bumping in to her sensei's if she was already planning to skip class, the girl headed towards the South Wing.
Blindly making her way to a more empty part of their huge school grounds, Yukie was mumbling to herself, feeling slightly light headed by now. "Great. You decide to skip class, but where do you go? Not the infirmary. They'll just send you home." the girl muttered, as her eyes searched the hallway she was in, when her gaze landed on the Third Music Room, and a small plan formulated in her head. They won't be around, since its class hours, and their club has the most couches in one place I've ever seen. she contemplated a second more, before deciding to use the Third Music Room, and entered. Thankfully, the place was empty, and the girl flicked the lights off and switched on the air-conditioning, before throwing her bag to one side, and lying down on the couch.
I'll just have to get up before the bell rings... she thought sleepily, and it wasn't long before Yukie was softly sleeping on the couch.
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Classes held no interest for him, business and economics lessons more so. Why should he bother anyway? Ootori Kyouya was good enough in both, he didn't need them. Frankly, the only reason he registered for them was because his elder brother's had taken those courses, and he wanted to prove to them he was better in everything they did. But Kyouya didn't even need to attend those classes to ace the exams. Which was probably the reason why he had spent a good part of the last hour in the library on his laptop, reviewing the cosplay rentals for the day, as well as checking up on advanced bookings and making sure everything was in order.
Now left with half an hour before school officially ended and club activities started, Kyouya made his way to the Third Music Room, wanting to do some last minute touch ups in the club room. But when he entered the room, his gray eyes widened at the sight of a familiar blonde head, her long hair draped over the armstand of the couch where she slept, her breathing light and choppy. Somehow, Kyouya couldn't find the will to tear his eyes away from her sleeping form.
Ever since he had kissed her out of the blue at the party 2 nights ago, Kyouya had to admit, he hadn't been able to pry her away from his attentions. The only way he was able to get away from her smile and laughter haunting his every thought was throwing himself in a crazy amount of work, and even then, she would sometimes still appear in his head, her smile enchanting to him, her presence soothing. He knew she had been avoiding him, but... he never knew she was sick. Was it because she spent too much time standing out in the open that night? Unable to stop himself from walking closer to him, he gently touched her forehead, and his eyes widened. She was running a temperature! But what is she doing at school if then?
Suddenly, she stirred, and when her eyes opened to register his presence, her sleepy expression melted in to one of shot, and Kyouya raised his brows when he saw her shoot up to a seating position immediately, embarrassment flooding her features. "I-I should go." she murmured quickly, as if anxious to leave. But Kyouya caught the hand that had been reaching out to get her bag, and pushed her back against the couch where she had been getting up to leave, before putting his hand against her forehead again, assessing her temperature. "Why aren't you home if you're sick?"
"Eh? Er... Em..."
"Answer me, Yukie-chan."
Yukie gave him a look, one that mixed confusion with anxious distress. She hadn't known how to react to him after that kiss, and even till now, she still didn't know what should she do when confronted by him. On one hand, she was still miffed that he had given Hana the music box. Yukie was quite sure she had heard Hana breaking it in her room the other day. But on the other hand, Yukie would be a fool if she denied that she liked him, even the slightest bit. Being around him was refreshing for Yukie, despite the fact that he almost always wore that stupid facade, but Yukie liked to see the genuine smile he gave her once in a while.
"Yukie."
"Fine. It doesn't matter if I stay home or not, no one would notice, okay? Happy now?" Yukie finally replied, her tone irritated and annoyed as she made a move grab her bag again. And again, Kyouya stopped her, his brows creased in curiosity. No one would notice? Was her family really that heartless? If no one would notice, Kyouya shuddered to think what would happen to her if she got in to an accident at home. Letting her go home now is out of the question. She probably would receive no proper attention. he debated with himself, unable to stop himself from worrying what would happen if he let Yukie home without even proper medication and treatment.
The decision was made in a split second, when he looked up to see her fine features. The gold eyes that was looking at him with a mixture of confusion and curious anger was enough to let Kyouya know she was still slightly mad at him, but Kyouya would be an idiot if he let her go home alone now. Sliding his cell phone out from his pocket, he texted Tamaki a quick message saying he would be absent for club activities, and took the bag she had thrown on the adjacent couch, before gathering Yukie up in his arms, despite her protests.
"Kyouya-kun! Yamette! Where are you bringing me?!" Yukie demanded, when she got swept up in Kyouya's arm's princess style. The way he carried her made it seem as if she weighed no more then a feather, but the contact brought her pulse racing, and it took every ounce of her will-power to not blush. "Kyouya-kun! Put me down! People will see!" Yukie demanded again, when they stepped out of the Third Music Room in to the empty hallway.
"Its 20 minutes before end of class, so no one would be around. And I'm bringing you to my place."
"Eh?!"
"If you were to go home now, you'll get no proper treatment anyway. I'll ask for my family physician to look over you once, before you go home."
"Eh?!"
"Stop that. I'm not about to eat you." Kyouya protested against the loud sound of question and bewilderment Yukie made when he announced his intents. Looking down at her, with her features arranged in an expression that was of obvious shock and confusion, Kyouya involuntarily smiled. She looked adorable this way. he thought, and this time, didn't bother to correct his thoughts. Heck, he kissed her before. So what's the point? He liked her, that much was true. How could he not? Aside from Fuyumi and Tamaki, she was probably the only other person who didn't at all give him a sense of constricting him when he's with her. Kyouya always looked for benefits when he did something. This time was no difference. The only difference was that it benefitted him, and only him. Sohma Yukie made Kyouya be himself, like never before. Now, the only question left was how, and when to tell her.
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His room was huge, that much Yukie could tell when she opened her eyes. The girl had fallen asleep in the car on the journey here. She didn't know how, or why, but leaning against Kyouya's shoulder was too comfortable to not fall asleep. And seeing as she practically had evil gremlins using pick axes to hit her skull from the inside, sleep seemed like the best way to escape the throbbing dull headache that had started to pick up. As her groggy vision slowly adjusted to the bright sunlight that was bathing the room, Yukie distinctly picked out a figure sitting on a chair adjacent to the bed she was lying in.
"Kyouya-kun?" she asked, in surprise and curiosity, the moment she identified the figure. Sitting up, her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, and Yukie cringed when she saw she was still in her uniform. There was a slightly numb sensation on her right arm, and sure enough when she ran an eye over it, a small puncture proved that someone had injected her with something. Her gaze flickered from her arm, to where Kyouya sat, and he rolled his eyes in exasperation. Did she really think he'll hurt her?
"My physician gave you an injection to reduce your temperature. You've been sleeping for... what, 3 hours? Its well past 4 now, and almost evening."
"What?!" Yukie exclaimed, her eyes widening as she looked at the wall clock that hung at the side of Kyouya's room, and gasped. "Oh my god." Kyouya couldn't hide the amused smile at her reaction, and shook his head ruefully at her, before standing up from his seat, and walked to the bed she lay in. Yukie's eyes were clearly wary and on guard as he sat at the edge of the bed, but they faded away to obvious curiosity as he picked up the glass of water, and a packet of tablets left there. "Here, take these. It'll help your cold." he instructed, as he passed the two items to the gold haired maiden, and she raised her brows at Kyouya in a questioning gesture.
Seeing her reaction, Kyouya sighed, and then looked up at her through the dark lock that had fallen over his gray eyes. "Am I really that calculative?" he asked. Yukie looked at him for a second, letting the question linger for a moment, before she popped the tablets in her mouth and took the glass of water he offered, washing the solitary white medication down her throat, before replying in a mock revealing tone. "Actually, Kyouya-kun, you are." she said bluntly, and managed a sly smirk when she saw obvious surprise at her blunt declaration, before she replaced the glass on her table, and falling backwards on the pillows again, pulling the covers over her shoulders. "I'm going to sleep. If I see you within a 5 feet vicinity of my when I wake up, you're dead." she threathened, and then closed her eyes.
Kyouya stared at her, a little shock propelling through his veins at her words, before, involuntarily, a chuckle bubbled, and surfaced through his mouth, and he shook his head at her playful chiding. Looking at her, her breathing already slowing to one of deep sleep, Kyouya wondered how could she, so easily break through his carefully constructed masks. What was it about her that made him so obvious, only in front of her anyway? Standing next to her, Kyouya brushed away a stray strand of gold hair that had flopped over her closed lashes, and his fingers brushed against her porcelain skin, a soft smile curling his lips upwards. This was probably the first time a girl other then Fuyumi had entered his room. Sleep in his bed? Yukie was definitely a first.
"If I see you within a 5 feet vicinity of my when I wake up, you're dead."
Kyouya smiled again at memory of her words. He doubted she would do anything to him if he had been leaning over her when she woke up, but he didn't want to make her distrust him even more. Thus, he moved away to where he had sat before, his laptop on the small table next to the chair, he pulled the device to his lap, and opened a webpage, giving her one last look, before his eyes shifted to his screen.
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The streets of Harajuku was blistering hot. Being a pedestrian only shopping street, Kyouya couldn't possibly ask his chauffeur to drive him in, which was why he had entered the place on foot. If it was anything else, Kyouya would've sent one of his guards or maids to get it, but this was different. He needed to make it up to Yukie, and that girl wasn't looking for money, or riches. She wanted genuine heart, and if it was what it needed to have her joking around him and making him smile like before again, that was what he will give her.
His eyes roamed the signs hanging at the front of each shop, before they finally stopped on a sign with the writing 'Otokibako Music Boxes'. He smiled, having finally found what he was looking for, and pushed the door forward to enter the small, but homely looking shop. The shop specialised in music boxes, itself named after a one-of-a-kind hand cranked electronic music box. But the small business was most famous for its custom made music box, where you could pick out a unique tune, and decorate the box to your own liking.
As his eyes browsed through the various small figurines available for decorating the box, as well as the mechanism used to play the music, his smile appeared again when he thought of how Yukie had awoke at his room an hour after she had slept, her previously groggy eyes wide awake. It was obvious that the girl had completely forgotten she was sleeping in Kyouya's room, and had practically bolted out of his double storey bed room after a mutter, quick goodbye. It was amusing, that memory, and it was one that made him smile as he picked out a tune, and then the decorative items, before heading towards the working table.
Within half an hour, Kyouya was ready to throw the whole darn thing to the ground and burn it. Why did they have to be so darn tiny! Kyouya's fingers may not be round and stubby, in fact, they were actually quite slender, but compared to those puny figurines, his fingers were practically tree trunks in a world of midgets. Glaring at the small figurines he had dropped on the table, his glasses glinted, when he suddenly caught sight of a silver metallic item. Looking up, Kyouya almost swore. All along, right in front of him lay a pair of tweezers. Rolling his eyes, he took the instrument and got to work again, all the while cursing under his breathe. Falling for Sohma Yukie got him benefits, but this was just ridiculous.
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Her fever had subsided, thanks to the injection Kyouya had requested his physician to administer to her, and her nose was almost all cleared up. Yet the clear image of her sleeping in his enormous bedroom, on his king sized bed, just would not go away. As much as Yukie tried to wipe it clean, tried to forget about it, every now and then she'd feel the soft sheets against her skin, and think of how he had slept there. She'd feel the duck-feather filled pillow beneath her head, and thought about how he had lay his head there every night. By now, it was getting a little infuriating. Even so, after she had practically fled from his room yesterday, she hadn't heard from him at all.
Which would explain why she was so surprised when Kyouya suddenly appeared in front of her while she was walking towards her History class. His expression was rather smug though, as far as Yukie could see, and her eyes widened when he suddenly handed a box to her. Her gaze flickered cautiously upwards towards him, before she took the rather heavy box in her fingers.
"What is it?" she asked curiously, turning the plain box in her palms, her eyes scrutinizing the object. Kyouya looked at her once, and gave a light smirk. By now, he ha given up trying to decipher the affect she had on him, and accepted them as they came. Smiles and smirks came in parcel and package with her, and Kyouya was actually quite glad that he was able to show his emotions freely around her. No need for perfection, no need for wondrous deeds. Around her, he merely needed to be himself.
"Open it and see." he replied, indicating with his head for her to proceed, he continued speaking. "You said your sister wouldn't know how to appreciate music boxes. Well, I'm hoping you'll appreciate this one." he explained. Yukie rolled her eyes though, much to his surprise. However, her next words merely served to amuse him. "Kyouya-kun... You know its not about the-"
"Just open it and see, Yukie-chan." he stopped her mid-sentence. Again, she shot him a wary look, but this time, her fingers pried the lid of the box off. When her curious frown turned to a delighted smile upon sight of the custom made music box though, Kyouya smiled, pleased at her reaction. Her already charming gold eyes sparkled with delight as she took out the music box, decorated with a swan figurine in the middle of ice blue crystals. At a corner, her name was spelled out in bluish green crystals, and the edge of the clear, round box was lined with gold crystals finely sprinkled with silver glitter. Yukie's joy only further intensified when she turned the key to wind up the music box, and heard the fine, familiar tune of 'Blue Danube' coming from it.
Her heart thudded wildly. What did this mean? Looking up at him, her eyes were filled with unasked questions. Noticing the look in her eyes, Kyouya laughed softly, making sure that it wasn't heard by the small crowd that was starting to gather around them, all curious on what the Ootori son was doing to Yukie, he leaned forward to her, till his mouth was adjacent to her ear, and whispered softly, for her ears only. "I think I like you."
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Sorry it took so long! Life was catching up. xD Hope you liked it! R&R pls! I have more marshmallows. xD Smores anyone?