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oo4 // in person

[It's early evening, after dinner but before nightfall, and Yukito is out on the sports track. He's jogging more than he is running, though it seems like he's been at it for a while - a light sheen of sweat has broken out across his forehead and his breathing is heavy. Finally, he takes a seat, shirking any bleachers to stretch out on a patch of grass near the field.

He's had a lot of of energy since coming to the manor, and apparently he's doing his best to burn it off.]

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[Edward's uniform is still on but is now full of leaves as he's clipping the shrubs from a nearby bush. He wasn't aware that there was another person around and since the school was pretty big, he thought that being out of his room wasn't a big deal. He liked the colors of the setting sun.]

[Yukito sits up when he hears the sound of rustling from one of the bushes, and he grabs his blazer and wipes at his own forehead with his sleeve as he approaches Edward, halting a respectable distance from him.]

Oh. Were they getting too long?

[He's speaking amicably. Most things Yukito say are amicable.]

[Edward froze in place and turned around slowly. He was still embarrassed about his appearance and shook his head.]

No.

[In all actuality, he was more bored than anything else. He couldn't write for obvious reasons and carrying a backpack only meant that the straps would be cut.]

I trim them to keep them healthy.

[That's what he was told anyway.]

Ah.. Probably a good idea.

[Yukito approaches, then, looking for shears. He apparently hasn't noticed Edward's appearance yet.]

Would you like some help?

[His eyes dart from the left and to the right. He didn't feel threatened but it was still a possibility that something could happen.]

With what?

[He took a step back.]

[Yukito's eyes cut down to Edward's hands, and he seems to realize for the first time that he's not holding shears. He seems startled for a moment, then shakes his head, like a dog throwing off water.]

I could look for shears inside? I'm Yukito, by the way.

[Edward shrank down internally from Yukito's shudder and lowered his head shyly.]

I'm Edward.

[His voice was very small but heard only by Yukito.]

It's nice to meet you. [Yukito speaks very earnestly now, almost as if he feels bad for his automatic reaction, and he smiles gently at him.]

It's good of you to take care of the plants like this. Thinking about it, I guess I haven't seen any gardeners around.

Really?

[Edward looks up and blinks his wide eyes to clear the dust then looks at the plants.]

They need me.

[He's been the unofficial gardener since their return from the beach and hardly thinks about anything else. His mind is pretty simple and his actions mirror his thoughts in every way. He can read, but writing was a little difficult for him if not impossible.]

Probably.. it's good that you're taking care of them like this.

[He inspects the plants, before touching a leaf almost reverently.]

Thank you.

[Edward watches Yukito for a moment then bends at the knees to crouch next to one of the ferns he's been nursing back to health.]

This one was sick.

[Yukito moves to look at the fern that Edward is looking at, reaching out and very nearly touching it - though he doesn't quite, as if out of respect.]

What did you do to heal it?

I listened to it and gave it water and sun.

[He watched Yukito closely and watched his hands. He always admired delicate touches of the hands and the intricate way it moves.]

[Yukito smiles at that, gently touching one of the leaves of the plant, before he backs up slightly.]

It's good that they have you to look out for them.

[Edward smiles in return and moves to stand up slowly from his crouched position.]

They like to listen.

[Touya's already sitting there. He had been running too but as he's not being super powered by Yue he tired out before his friend. When Yukito flops down next to him Touya offers his water bottle to his friend.]

[Yukito beams brightly at Touya, reaching out and grabbing the bottle of water gratefully. He takes a few long drinks, before letting out a long sigh, handing the bottle back.] Thanks, Touya.

Mm, no problem.

[He lies back against the grass]

Feeling better?

[Yukito stretches out next to him, on his stomach instead of his back, though. He props his chin on his hands and smiles at him again.]

Sort of. I'm tired, but I still feel very.. energetic.

[Touya smiles at Yukito affectionately.]

So nothing else is new.

[He looks at Yukito, lying there in the sunset with that warm smile on his face makes Touya smile. He can't help it. There's that feeling again, that inescapable warmth, and once again he's reminded of Kaho's final words to him. They both had someone else. He reaches out and gives Yukito an affectionate sort of pet.]

I guess you could say it like that.

[He seems slightly surprised when Touya reaches up and touches him, giving him an almost confused look, before he closes his eyes briefly and leans a little against the hand. After a moment, though, he looks almost embarrassed and stretches, folding his arms on the grass and tucking his chin on his crossed wrists.]

Do you want to play basketball later?

[Touya retracts his hand and looks sheepish]

Mm, sure.

[Yukito leans up after a moment, still looking sheepish, before he reaches over and returns the favor, lightly stroking his fingers through Touya's hair.]

.. I think it would be fun.

[Touya's smile is back and wider. He turns his face slightly towards Yukito's hand.]

It would.

[He hesitates for a second, but his hand seems almost to be acting on its own as it rises up and touches Yukito's face very lightly. And Touya is glad to find that his skin is as soft as it looks and as he realizes he always hoped it would be.]

[For a bare second, Yukito seems surprised to find Touya's fingertips on his face - but instead of pulling away, he just gently rakes his own fingers through his friend's hair.]

I'm glad you're here. I'm not sure what I'd do if I were alone.

[Touya nods, enjoying the feeling of Yukito's light touch]

Me too. It was really hard without you.

[Yuki doesn't look at his face, instead concentrating on Touya's hair as he almost plays with it.]

I'm sure Sakura is doing just fine.

[Talk of Sakura makes Touya's heart pang. He misses his sister horribly and it distracts him from the moment. He looks downwards and nods. His hand stops its motions]

I hope so.

[Yukito is quiet for a moment, before he brushes Touya's hair from his forehead, gently touching his temple, then the side of his face. He smiles finally, expression soft but earnest.]

She's fine, To-ya. She's a strong girl. I promise she's happy and healthy.

[Touya gives a weak smile. He brushes his thumb over Yukito's cheek.]

Thanks.

[His hand falls]

Just miss her.

[And his father]

[Yukito looks conflicted for a moment. He's not used to Touya seeming upset or distressed - and it worries him more than he'd like to admit.]

You'll see her again soon. The manor can't keep us here forever.

[And then, maybe against his own better judgment, he brushes Touya's hair from his forehead again and leans down to press a brief kiss to his forehead.]

[Touya nods, giving him a weak smile. He freezes then flushes when Yukito kisses him.]

Yuki...

[But he stops and leans forward, trying to catch Yukito's lips with his own]

[For maybe the first time in his life, Yukito is embarrassed, and he lets Touya kiss him for just a bare second, before he pulls back and hastily sits up, looking very - confused.]

I - ah, To-ya -

[He smiles at him, then says a little breathlessly:]

I've got homework to do. I'll see you later?

[Touya nods]

I'll see you later.

[He gives a stiff smile]

[Yukito presses his hand briefly to his mouth, before he nods faintly at Touya and turns to head back toward the academy.]

[Touya watches him go and lays back against the grass. Well. That didn't go the way he'd hoped. He tries not to feel upset about it. He tries to think of the positives. But there aren't any. Not a single good thing comes to mind. Touya feels empty and abandoned. He wonders if Yukito didn't feel it too. What if he didn't feel the same warmth and affection for Touya as Touya did for Yuki? What if Yukito wasn't interested in him at all? Touya didn't think he could get up if he tried. So he just stayed there.

He knew that Yukito wouldn't mention the kiss. Or...not as such. It would probably be as if nothing had happened between them.

But this didn't comfort him in the least.

He hopes, distantly, that Yukito was just startled. That something would come of it. He lies in the grass, watching the orange sunset darken to purple, to navy, to black]

Edited 2010-08-01 04:31 (UTC)

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