Group Home RP

Shun watched the movie in silence, constantly trying to remember the next scenes, but he had a pretty bad memory so he kept forgetting about what would happen next. At least, he would forget the details, not everything; like the things they said, or the clothes they were wearing in each scene. He knew the father would die in the end, that the boy would go on to the south with other people, at least, that’s what he thought, because the movie ended in a cliff hanger. Every time he watched it. And he knew that would never change.
But he would still forget every single detail, and he really wanted to remember those details; he wanted to be able to say in his head every single word they would speak, he wanted to be able to know about every single gesture they would make, but he would never remember those things.
Shun could feel someone touch his hand lightly and he looked up to see it was Dawn. It almost looked like she was telling him she was sorry about something, but Shun didn’t know what. But the touch was over again as soon as it had occurred, so Shun guessed he had nothing to worry about. He was quite curious of why Dawn had touched his hand like that, but he guessed it wouldn’t matter. Probably it was about something that happened today, or maybe it was still about what had happened a few moments ago in the kitchen; Shun just didn’t know for sure.
‘’Movie is almost done… Should I go to bed after, or stay awake for a whole longer?’’, Shun thought as his different colored eyes once again fixed themselves on the TV’s screen.


‘’I don’t see the point of staying awake longer, today… If I go to sleep, next day will come sooner, which also means some me-time will come sooner. And I really want to spend some time alone tomorrow after school…’’, he continued to think as he watched the screen, not really paying much attention to the movie anymore. He had made up his mind; he would go to bed after the movie would end. ‘’Yeah, I will sleep. I need my rest… and there’s nothing more I can do today, it’s already pretty late.’’
Shun returned his full attention to the movie, watching the complete destruction of earth; not that it was going to be destroyed in this movie, but the grey sky and the dead trees and every person in this movie made it look like the earth was close to falling apart. For some reason Shun liked earth to almost fall apart, even though he hated the misery of others. This movie really made him cry, but it felt good.
He could feel a few tears rolling down his cheeks again as he watched the father and the son, he wiped them away and leaned back in his seat, a dull gloomy expression on his face, but deep down inside he felt better; at least he cried over something else.

‘’…Hi…’’, the other boy mumbled, he seemed nervous, shy, just like Yuki was. He glanced at the boy with great curiosity as he stood there, but he didn’t turn around step and step closer to him, because Yuki was still scared. He kept his plushy close to him, his bright blue eyes stayed on the new boy.
‘’ S-so what's your name? Mine is Roki...’’. The boy’s next words startled Yuki slightly and he took a step into the attic, but as soon as his eyes met the two girls, he decided to take another step back again, out of the attic. He was trapped between two parties; the two girls and one boy who seemed to be a lot like him. And what Yuki feared the most beside a stranger, was a stranger that appeared to be like him. Because strangers that seemed to be the same like him probably knew a lot about him.
Yuki looked at him, blinking a few times before opening his mouth, a single hoarse sounding word leaving his mouth: ‘’Yuki.’’
‘’I like cats too...t-they are actually my favorite of all animals...I could d-draw you a picture of it...I-if you want...’’, the boy called Roki suddenly said and Yuki looked at him with big widened eyes, full of shock and disbelief, but it was more a shocked look of sudden excitement.


‘’You like cat’s too?’’, he asked, his blush disappearing and his nervous expression changed into a happy one. He quickly moved closer to Roki, Mr. Whiskers being crushed between his arms. He looked Roki excitedly in the eyes and wiggled his feet, moving up and down a little as he stood there. ‘’I love cats! What’s your favorite breed? Mine’s an Egyptian Mau! They’re so beautiful, especially the grey ones, I love their spots! You really can draw cats? Can you?’’
He kept on asking and asking, and kept on talking about the domestic creatures. Once you spoke to Yuki about cats, he would speak back and probably not shut up, because cats was all Yuki wanted to talk about, mostly. ‘’I have cat’s ears and a cat’s tail, sounds weird, I know, but it’s fun to wear!’’
‘’At last! Here, I've found some needle and thread, to fix Mr. Whiskers eye, Yukiteru.’’
The sudden voice startled the boy and Yuki turned around, looking with big shocked eyes once more to see Verine, the black haired girl. She had a needle with her, and thread. It seemed like she was willing to help Mr. Whiskers.
Yuki blinked a few times at her before his nervous blush returned to his cheeks and he pressed the cat plushy firmly against his chest, his blue eyes darted off, staring at a wall in the room. ‘’Yuki…’’, was all he said, letting the girl know that it was fine to call him by his nickname, because he preferred the shortened version himself, better.


Suddenly Verine spoke to Roki, and touched his face with her finger. Yuki looked their way and giggled slightly, but he once again turned shocked and shy as she did the same to him, too. He looked away from the girl, not letting go of Mr. Whiskers as he stood there. He finally was brave enough to fully step into the girls’ room, but he still was too afraid to look any of them in the eyes.
With Roki that wouldn’t be a problem, though; he had already earned Yuki’s likings by talking about cats, so to seek for comfort and support Yuki glanced Roki’s way, a scared expression on his face.
‘’Help me…’’, was what his eyes told the boy, or at least, what they tried to tell him, but soon enough Verine stopped what she was doing and went back to stand beside Sasha, the blond haired girl. Some air escaped between Yuki’s lips, like a secret sigh of relief, and he looked at Verine’s hand that held the needle and thread, before looking down at his cat plushy.
Then Yuki did something he actually would never do. He didn’t look up at Verine nor Sasha nor anyone else in the room, but lifted his hands and spread them out forward, holding Mr. Whiskers in the air, for Verine to grab him.
If she wanted to have him for a moment so she could fix his eye, she could. Yuki didn’t trust Mr. Whiskers near anyone else but himself, but if she could help him, then he guessed he had to trust her anyway. After all he was the one who had gone up the attic, and he was the one who had asked for their help. He himself couldn’t help poor Mr. Whiskers.

‘’Y-yeah, I carry a sketch book and pack of pencils around with me cause I draw them a lot. I draw other animals too, but cats are my favorites. As for my favorite cat I am not sure. There's the Egyptian Mau that's really amazing looking, but I like the black better then the grey. And then there's the Japanese Bobtail that's really cool looking also. So I guess both.’’
Yuki looked at Roki, the plushy in his hands still being reached out forward. His eyes were widened, a curious look on his red face. ‘’Really?’’, he asked, almost not wanting to actually believe it. No one ever cared to do something for him, nor did they ever care about his likings for cats. Yuki had already been so relieved to know Andrew liked cats as well. Now Roki had these same interests; it was so weird, because for years Yuki had thought he was the only person in the world, one of a kind. ‘’That’s so cool! Japanese bobtails are so cute!’’
He turned around to look at Roki for a moment, smiling happily. He had once again his plushy pressed firmly against his chest. ‘’If you could draw something--’’
Yuki shut his mouth and looked away, off towards the ground, his arms wrapped around his best, non-existing friend. ‘’I don’t want to sound pushy…’’
He kept himself quiet as he watched Roki, who came closer to hide behind him. Yuki looked confused at him, not because he wondered why Roki hid, but because mostly Yuki was the one to hide behind someone; he wasn’t one to protect. It felt a lot different standing in front of someone instead of behind someone.


‘’Hi...Nice to meet you both...I'm Roki, but you both probably already knew that...’’, Roki mumbled to Verine and Sasha and Yuki smiled, feeling rather strong and brave. Now that he knew someone younger and now that he felt like he could protect someone, he felt a lot better. ‘’I could help him with things. But what?’’
Yuki stayed quiet as he listened to Roki, and he still kept holding on to his cat plushy Mr. Whiskers. But he realized that he needed to give him away for a while. He had almost forgotten about it when Roki spoke to him some more. Yuki looked at Verine and moved closer to her, a huge blush on his face and his blue eyes staring away, a bit distant, a grey tint to them.
Silently and without making eye contact his eyes fell on her hand and he grabbed it, pulling it up. After that he laid Mr. Whiskers in that one hand and took a few steps back. He wanted to thank the girl but was too shy to, so instead he just stood there, wiggling his toes as he stared at the ground. Until Roki asked him about Mr. Whiskers.
‘’So how did...um...Mr. Whiskers get hurt?’’, the boy asked and Yuki looked up, glancing at him for only a second, before staring at the ground again, blushing, feeling rather ashamed.
‘’I hurt him…’’, he began, swallowing nervously. ‘’After all those years I’ve kind of cuddled him too much…’’

Shun stayed quiet and watched the movie till the end, till the very sad end. All the while he had shed a few tears silently, but now that the movie was finished the ending was too much for him to handle. He cried more tears; it were still silent cries, not a single sound left his mouth. The only sound he made was his breathing, and now and then a shuddering sigh. But even though he cried, it felt good, really good.
The movie was over, done, he had had his crying moment over something else, and now everyone could go back to what they had been doing and what they loved to do most. Shun sighed in relief and stretched his arms, groaning slightly. He moved his black glasses and wiped away the tears as he stood, not really paying attention to the credits that just had started rolling up the screen; he never cared for the credits.
Wiping away the few tears that rolled down his cheeks he turned around to look at Dawn and Andrew, smiling at them. There were no tears on his face anymore but his different colored eyes were still a bit red and puffy. But that didn’t matter; he didn’t care.
‘’Thanks for the help Dawn, and thanks for both watching this movie with me.’’, he began, thanking them, because he knew that was showing respect. He needed to show respect to his ‘siblings’. ‘’I’m a bit tired… I guess I will go to bed…’’


Shun waved at them, still smiling and chuckling a bit, before slowly shuffling out of the room, limping a bit. His leg stung a bit and looking down he saw the small cut in his jeans; probably one of the dishes’ shards had cut his leg after breaking off. It didn’t really matter though, it didn’t hurt that much. And he mostly limped because he was quite exhausted from today; he needed some good night’s rest.
Moving out of the kitchen and into the hallway Shun made his way towards him room. On his way he saw the stairs towards the attic; Verine’s room. He had never been to her room before, and he probably never wouldn’t; no one really dared to go up there.
Yet, he heard these voices coming from upstairs. There was Verine’s, and he heard another girl’s voice, probably the new girl’s (Sasha), and two other voices. These two were boy’s voices. Shun looked up the stairs but shrugged it off and turned back around, moving into his room. He closed the door behind him and went to his bed, collapsing onto it, resting on his belly he laid his face to rest in his pillow. A loud sigh of exhaustion escaped his mouth.
Shun lifted his head from his pillow and turned on his side, searching lazily through his schoolbag which laid on the ground, taking out a pen and the assignment he had gotten today. He had asked his teacher for extra work, and he had gotten it. He was tired but he didn’t feel like sleeping yet because he mainly slept around 11pm, or 12am. So instead of sleeping he would do this assignment, so he could return it tomorrow during school.


He sat up on his bed cross-legged and stared down at the piece of paper in front of him, his pen in his right hand. He just stared at the blankly, trying to read the tasks carefully, clearly, but he was too tired to think clearly. And there was still this one person on his mind…
Still, he didn’t want to give up this assignment right now, he had to write down at least something that would make sense. And the main reason why he wanted to do this assignment right now was because he needed to forget, because he needed his mind off of things; even though he was tired, if he would try to sleep, he wouldn’t be able to.
Because if he would try, these thoughts would run through his head, teasing him, taunting him. He needed to do something useful, something that would distract him.
‘’This might take a few hours, but that doesn’t matter. This will help me waste time, till I just fall asleep out of true exhaustion…’’, he thought, taking off his glasses for a moment to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Putting the glasses back on he felt a head ache coming up; probably another migraine attack. He had them quite often, because he often stressed himself out about useless things, just like he was doing right now. ‘’Haya isn’t someone useless…’’, a voice in his head spoke to him and he sighed. Shaking his head, trying to make him feel better, Shun went back to reading his assignment, and trying to fill in the empty spaces on the paper.

‘’I'm sorry... I know what you’re feeling towards, Mr. Whiskers... I have had several friends just like that one. I had...had to kill all mine though... I loved them all...I could swear I heard them cry out when they left...I know that might sound kind of stupid coming from someone like me, but I really loved them. They were the only things that loved me back.’’
Yuki looked at Roki, a confused look on his face. He looked Roki up and down in silence, his blue eyes scanning the boy. He seemed sad, he wiped away tears; Yuki could realize he felt horrible about that, but there was this one question burning on his lips, he really wanted to ask Roki. ‘’Maybe he wouldn’t mind answering… I think.’’
‘’That’s sad… But why… kill? Where have they gone to? Why?’’, Yuki asked, feeling a sick feeling to his stomach. It was true that plushies were the only ‘persons’ one could trust; Yuki trusted no one else but Mr. Whiskers. If he would lose the soft cat he wouldn’t know what to do. So how could Roki live without his friends? How could he even have gotten rid of them? That was the question that made Yuki feel the worst. ‘’Maybe his parents forced him to get rid of them. Mine did, too… But no one can take Mr. Whiskers from me, never.’’


‘’I never want to grow up…’’, Yuki then thought, staring at Mr. Whiskers for a moment who was now in Verine’s hands. Growing up meant you had to become an adult, which meant you had to get rid of your plushies, your best friends. Yuki never wanted to grow older, never ever.
Yuki then heard the sound of rustling, like someone was searching through a bag. Turning to face Roki again he realized the boy had a bag with him, and he was now running hand through it, he took out two cat plushies, an Egyptian Mau and a Japanese Bobtail cat. Both looked old, both had some burns on their coat, and on those spots the fur was gone. Yuki look at the plushies with interest, his eyes especially fixated on the Egyptian Mau. ‘’My favorite cat and he has one has his plushy… That’s just so cool! Oh no, I’m jealous…’’, he thought, there was a weak smile on his face as he watched the two plushies in the boy’s hands.
‘’A nice lady gave me these and I managed to save them from the fire. You can have this one if you want.’’, Roki said and Yuki looked at him in shock, then he looked at the cat plushy he referred to and rapidly shook his head.
‘’Oh no… it’s so tempting! That plushy is just adorable! But I don’t want to take it from him; it’s his… And I don’t want Mr. Whiskers to become jealous…’’


Before Yuki could respond to Roki about the plushy, Roki suddenly seemed to stumble and lose his balance. Yuki reached out his hand, trying to catch him, but as soon as Roki grabbed the wall and pulled himself back up Yuki quickly pulled back his hand, a huge blush on his face. He had never wanted to help someone like this before, he blinked a few times, shocked.
‘’I almost…’’, he thought, not even daring to finish his thoughts. Staring at Roki with shock he saw how the boy’s bag had been torn open, and now stuff from his bag was falling to the floor. Cat’s ears and tails, those things cosplayers would wear, cosplayers just like… Yuki. ‘’Are those…?’’
‘’I-I...can explain...they’re...n-not mine...’’, Roki mumbled, after quickly pushing the Egyptian Mau plushy into his hands and for a moment Yuki thought he was crying, but he couldn’t see it clearly because Roki quickly turned around and went clean up the stuff he had dropped. After that he just ran off, out of the attic and down the stairs, and he disappeared in the hallway. Yuki could hear a door slam, probably one of the bedroom’s doors. ‘’Why did he go…?’’
Yuki felt something weird, he didn’t know what it was, but he felt like he needed to go downstairs to see if Roki was alright. He turned around to look at Verine and Sasha, an apologizing look on his face, a huge blush on his cheeks. He wiggled his toes as he spoke, staring at the ground, his hands behind his back.


‘’I’m sorry… I’m gonna see if he’s alright…’’, he whispered, feeling rather shy once more. ‘’I will be back as soon as possible…’’
He turned around and moved over to the doorway of the attic, where the stairs began going down. However, he stopped and turned his head, looking at the two girls, he held the Egyptian Mau plushy close to him. ‘’If you could fix Mr. Whiskers eye… that would be great… Thank you…’’
Without making any more eye contact for a moment longer, Yuki dashed off the stairs quickly. He wasn’t sure where Roki had gone off to so he just rested his ears against the different doors of the different bedrooms, listening for any sounds that might sound like crying. In one room it was completely silent, in the other rooms it were silent, too. But then he came across his own room and heard crying. It was muffled, but it was indeed crying. Was Roki in his room?
Yuki didn’t knock, he just opened the door, pretending he didn’t hear anything; after all it was his room, he had chosen one of the beds, he slept here from now on. Upon entering the room he indeed saw Roki, laying on one of the beds which had been empty when Yuki just arrived here. He guessed Roki had chosen that one bed as his own.


Without asking if it was alright, without asking if Roki wanted to see him, Yuki went over to his bed and sat down on the edge, staring at Roki in silence, his hands resting on his lap. Yuki just stared, simply stared, worry in his blue eyes, but he didn’t say a thing, he didn’t move at all, for a very long time he sat completely still, almost like a statue.
‘’He seems so sad…’’, Yuki thought, he then glanced over at Roki’s bag which stood beside his bed on the ground. Yuki really wanted to look in it, search through it, but he shouldn’t do such a thing; he already had showed selfishness and disrespect by going after him and not knocking on the door before entering.
‘’Roki…’’, Yuki whispered, his worried face turning more sad with each second that passed by. He listened to his sobbing and suddenly really wanted to embrace im, hug him, comfort him. It was something Yuki had never wanted to do with someone, because he didn’t trust anyone, he had never trusted anyone.
But Yuki did it, he bend down and wrapped his arms around Roki’s shoulders, squeezing them slightly, he hoped Roki would stop crying, that it would make him feel better. ‘’Don’t cry…’’, he whispered, feeling a bit uncomfortable because he didn’t know what else to say to him.

Yuki squeezed Roki's shoulders tight, wanting him to stop crying. He didn't like tears, he didn't like pain; he always felt other's pain. He was so lost in his thoughts that Roki's words kind of startled him, bringing him back to reality.
‘’Y-Yuki...?’’
‘’I'm here...’’, Yuki thought, smiling weakly, but he didn't say anything. What was there to say, anyway? Best thing he could do right now was stay silent; silence was often stronger than words.
Suddenly Roki wrapped his arms around Yuki and sobbed, his tears soaking Yuki's shoulder. Yuki just sat there quietly, a shocked look on his face, but he just let it happen; he didn't care.
‘’Y-Yuki...I am not usually like this... I...I am usually really calm... and collective...’’, Roki whispered but Yuki didn't respond; he just shrugged.
‘’Yeah...’’


‘’Y-yuki...I have something that I want to tell you...I love...um...wearing cat ears too...and I have never been allowed to wear them...outside of my room...the last time I did...I...um...I was stripped by my brother and his friends...and forced to walk the halls of my old school...ever since then I haven't wore them...even when I was alone...but if you like them too...would it be okay to wear them with you?’’
‘’Yeah, sure.’’, Yuki responded, nodding his head at the younger boy. He didn't hug him back, but with a weak smile on his face he squeezed the boy's shoulders, trying to comfort him. He had never comforted anyone before, why did he do it now? It felt so strange.
‘’Even...even if you never return my feelings...Yuki...I am really glad to have met you here...I have never met someone like you...You don't even know me and yet you came to find me...Just to make sure I was okay...It means a lot to me...’’


‘’We are alike...’’, Yuki thought, squeezing Roki's shoulders again. He bit his lip, feeling rather unsure all of a sudden, uncomfortable. ‘’Shall I tell him more about myself...? He told me about himself, too...’’
‘’Don't worry.’’, was all he said, his voice cold, his words blunt and spoken quickly, but he meant what he said. ‘’We are quite alike... I have cat's ears and tail, too.’’, he began. Mostly he would have loved talking about this to someone, but this time his past was involved, and that hurt.
‘’I had them, too, but I never was allowed to wear them. Heck, my parents didn't even know I had them. I was afraid my father woyld find them and accuse me of being gay... or something like that... I was afraid I would be sacrificed...’’
He swallowed and looked away, he wanted to say more but he couldn't; the words were stuck in his throat. They hurt. And why would Roki even care about his past? No one did. And even if he would care, he wouldn't be able to make it better, no one would.

‘’I...I am sorry for my sudden outburst. My life has sucked for the last three years. I just...’’
‘’Don't worry.’’, Yuki responded, not making eye contact with Roki but instead looking down at the bed's sheets. ‘’I know the feeling...’’
‘’Sacrificed!? Who would do that to their own kid?’’, Roki asked, sounding shocked; he looked rather horrified. Yuki looked his way, a cold look on his face like it didn't bother him at all, like it happened to everyone.
‘’My parents. And the others...’’, he responded, shrugging slightly. At this very moment he didn't really care for Roki's reaction; for years he had tried to make others understand him, but years of his life he had tried to make others feel pity, but not anymore, not now. Because no one would ever feel pity; what was the use?


‘’Sorry for...um...soaking your shoulder...’’
‘’No worries.’’, Yuki said coldly, once again looking away from the boy. There was a slight blush on his face.
‘’So do you want to tell me why you were sent here? I think I already told you mine.’’, Roki then asked, sitting on the bed, beside Yuki, his legs now hanging over the edge as well.
Yuki blushed, he sighed; he wasn't sure if he actually wanted to tell Roki, it hurt so much. But he had told Yuki about his story, so why not tell Roki?
He couldn't respond though, as Roki suddenly put on some cat ears and even put some on top of Yuki's head.
Yuki laid the plushy he had been holding on Roki's bed and looked up at the ears on his head. At first he was a bit shocked, a huge red blush on his face, but soin he smiled excitedly and touched the cat ears, rubbing them. ‘’Oh so cute! And they're so soft!’’


However, soon after Yuki realized they were having quite a serious conversation and so he coughed, blushing again and looking away from Roki, at the floor.
‘’Anyway...’’, he began, taking a deep breath before he continued. ‘’It's a long story...’’
He swallowed, stared silently for a moment; there was a slight ache in his chest, a sting. ‘’I... I grew up in a cult. My mother died when I was really young, I had a baby brother back then. My father and I never had a true bond together... he hated me...’’
Again quiet, again collecting his memories. He took another deep breath, his shoulder shuddered, his body shivered. ‘’I grew up with a god, a bloodthirsty god. We were great, we were the best, everyone in thd cult told me... God was great, He was almighty. And everyone who stood in his way would be sacrificed by us; people with different beliefs or opinions from us, hobos, gay people... everyone who was different...’’


‘’I was bullied, beaten everyday at school and it even got worse when I... when I fell in love with a boy... I was so afraid, but I told my father, and he hated me, he hit me, beated me everyday, as well... Until I was forced to leave my home, he kicked me out... I was taken in by this woman, that one boy's mother... He knew about it and so he hates me, just like my father hated me... After a year or so his mother chose his side; she decided it was best for everyone if I left their house... And so I was sent here... And now I'm here...’’
Yuki stopped speaking, he took a very deep breath. He shuddered even more, his shoulders shook with every sob that left his mouth; tears rolled down his cheek, he cried. He tried to wipe them away, but they kept coming back, he couldn't stop shedding them.
Yuki covered his face with his hands, he sobbed louder. ‘’I miss him so much... even though he's an... even though he's so mean...’’

Tears, sadness, crying. He was in a deep black hole, only darkness. He shut out the world as he sat there, hands covering his face. He saw nothing but darkness. But that was good; Roki would never see his ugly wet face this way.
Until he suddenly got embraced and hugged. Yuki had never been this close to anyone, because no one wanted to. It felt so weird, but it felt good. Yet, it felt wrong. Why now? Why after all those years, now? His father had never hugged him, he had had no friends who ever comforted him like this. He never grew close with his younger brother because the boy had a better bond with their father, and so he prefered their father's company over Yuki's.
‘’Shh. That boy and your father are no better then my family. They aren't any better than my first love either. I had a boy who never returned my feelings as while. And let's just say that...’’
‘’He too...?’’


‘’After my father was done with me...I hurt everywhere. Yes I mean everywhere. He decided that if I was going to...to be that way I would have to take his beatings...and his...um...anyway I was rushed to the hospital from what he did to me. I was in there for two weeks and...and I still hold scars from that time. I was only ten, but he didn't care.’’
Both cried, both sobbed, and Yuki hugged back for the first time in his life; his first ever received hug, his first ever returned hug.
‘’I'm s-sorry to hear that... A-and you were even so much y-younger than me, it's c-c-cruel...’’, he whispered, holding Roki tight, squeezing him slightly. The words were hard for him to speak because he had never been able to show pity to others, mostly because there weren't many people like him who he had ever met, but he truly meant what he said.
‘’If I dared I would kill his father, and my own. But I'm a coward...’’


‘’I'm sorry Yuki about your father. Your daddy sounds like a jerk. I'm sorry about your life, you had it pretty rough. Bending over backwards, never good enough. It takes more than I have, pick fights with the past, I always lose. Don't you know? That's no way to live. I know what it's like staying up all night nursing wounds.’’
‘’W-what....? The way he said it... that sounded like the text from a song by Icon for Hire... wasn't it...?’’, Yuki thought, recalling the words Roki had spoken. He had stopped shivering by now, his sobs had calmed, slightly.
A warm embrace, suddenly light, a face. Roki had pulled away Yuki's hands, now light shone in his eyes again, and the first thing he saw was Roki's face; he had cried as well. Yuki saw no tears, but he indeed saw the signs of tears and sadness in the boys eyes.
Resting his head against Roki's chest he just leaned there, feeling how Roki's hand stroked his black hair. For a moment Yuki closed his eyes, feeling the warm embrace. His heart went wild in his chest, like a bird in a cage, trying to get out. He was so nervous, a huge blush on his face, but he didn't say anything; he didn't want to admit it. He was scared to admit it.


Yuki flinched slightly when all of a sudden Roki's face came closer to his. He didn't really like being this close to someone, and the fear only became worse when Roki's lips touched his.
Trying to calm himself Yuki closed his eyes for that short moment, a handful of bed sheets which he crushed and twisted out of overwhelming nerves. But he enjoyed this moment, he really did; he had never experienced such things before, this was his first ever kiss, and it felt good.
Yuki opened his eyes as Roki pulled back, and he stared, quietly. But his mind screamed something else.
‘’Why... did he stop?’’
‘’Yuki. You don't have to be alone any more. Neither do I. I...I...’’


Yuki's face was covered with tears, but h had stopped crying. All that was left of his sadness was his wet face and his puffy red eyes.
He wanted to say something but didn't know what. He just stayed quiet, craving that last moment again, and it came back; Roki kissed him again. Their lips together, it felt so good, yet it felt so wrong. But Yuki desired it, and people chose desire over rules and fear, most of the time.
Yuki could feel Roki's tears on his cheeks; was he crying again? Even though Yuki wanted this kiss to last longer, he pulled back. But in return he wrapped his arms around Roki, pulling him close to him and holding him tight. He rocked him back and fort slowly, not even noticing it himself. He wasn't sure if Roki was shorter than him, but right now it sure felt like it.
He enjoyed this moment, but it still felt wrong.
‘’What if... what if the others in the house see us like this, or find out about this? What if they beat us just like our fathers did...?’’, he asked, holding Roki even a bit tighter than before. Tears started to well up in his eyes again, but he didn't let them go this time; he held them back.
‘’Is this right...? Is it right to give in to these feelings this quick...?’’

‘’There's a...um...ugh what was it? I get it, give me a little credit. I remember when I was that pathetic. Wearing my scars on my sleeve, for all the world to see. Like look what they did to me quick, lay on the sympathy thick. You probably have the right to feel how you do. You were mistreated and cheated out of the childhood you needed. And now you'll never succeed if you're so convinced you're defeated. If you're obsessed with your yesterday then you're destined to repeat it.’’
‘’That IS a song by Icon for Hire.’’, Yuki thought as he listened to the words Roki spoke. He hadn't heard that song in forever and tried to remember the beat. It all came back quite slowly. ‘’He knows that song...’’
‘’I-I love...you, Yuki.’’
‘’So soon already...?’’, Yuki thought, clenching his jaws, but it wasn't visible because his mouth was shut.
‘’Let them think what they want of us. I have been fighting people since before I could walk. I am trained in several marchel arts as well as with the sword. I have been attacked clothed and naked.’’


‘’That's so horrible...’’, Yuki whispered, looking away from Roki for a moment. But he looked back up as soon as Roki was close to his face again.
Roki kissed him again and Yuki closed his eyes, he just let it happen. It was weird; it felt good, but at the same time it felt like it hadn't much sensation. Yuki guessed it was his own fault, he just still didn't trust this boy, even though they shared the same interests, even though they loved each other. He just didn't trust anyone anymore. But he wanted those kisses; it was not like he prefered to be on his own, he wanted Roki to be around him.
Roki grabbed his hand and Yuki smiled weakly; for a moment they sat there on the bed silently, holding hands. Yuki squeezed Roki's a bit.
It was all quiet and good when suddenly Roki's belly grumbled. Yuki looked his way, a bit confused at first, but then he grinned; something he had never done before. Roki giggled, Yuki tried to hold his own.


‘’Sorry I keep doing that. I was told I would grow out of it soon, but it keeps staying. Kind of sad to have such a cute laugh, huh? By the way can you come down to the kitchen to help me find something to eat? I haven't eaten in three days and...well being just a kid I didn't have any money.’’
‘’Don't worry, I have the same issue. That's why I never laugh.’’, Yuki said, before continuing. ‘’I haven't eaten for days either, but I'm just not hungry... But this kid made sushi for dinner. Maybe there's a bit left for you there.’’
Yuki squeezed Roki's hand again, before letting go and getting up from the bed. ‘’I will be back soon. Gonna get Mr. Whiskers; he must be scared up there without me. I think the girls fixed his eye. I will be back, I promise.’’
Yuki wanted to walk away but hesitated for a moment, turning back around and bending over to kiss Roki on his cheek, before leaving the bedroom with a huge blush on his face, up the stairs, towards the attic.


Reaching the attic Yuki saw the door was opened slightly. He walked over to it and knocked on the door, before peeking his head around the corner.
Stepping inside the room silently, blushing, Yuki glanced around the attic to see if Mr. Whiskers was somewhere around there.
‘’Hey, I'm back... Roki is alright.’’, he said, because he thought the girls would probably worry about him, slightly. He accidentally kicked against something and looking down, seeing it were a sketchbook and a pen and pencil, probably Roki's. Yuki picked them up and held them close to him, allbof a sudden realizing he was wearing one of Roki's cat cosplay sets; the ears on his head. Yuki quickly took them off, feeling rather ashamed; his face was now even more red than when he entered. ‘’Um, pardon me...’’, he apologized for the cat thing.
That's when he saw Mr. Whiskers, his eye was fixed.


Yuki rushed over to the plushy quickly and picked it up with one hand, looking at him. He smiled and looked at Verine and Sasha, Verine in particular because she had fixed the eye.
‘’His eye is fixed.’’, Yuki said and he pointed at the cat's depressed looking face, cheerfully. ‘’Look, he's all happy again!’’
He moved over to Verine and hugged her, happily, glad, thankful. His hands were filled with Roki's belongings and his own plushy. ‘’Thank you so much!’’
Yuki let go again and looked up at thectwo girls, smiling, a real smile, a bright one. ‘’If you're hungry I can bring up some food for you, I was planning on going to the kitchen anyway.’’
He waited for a response, and after that he smiled again and hugged the stuff in his arms right, turning around and hopping down the stairs; he was really happy now.


He entered his room again where Roki was and went over to the boy's bed, smiling and laying Roki's stuff on the bed, as well as the cat's ears he had been wearing. After that he plopped down beside him and held up the sad looking Mr. Whiskers, for Roki to see.
‘’Look, he's all happy again!’’, Yuki said, he sort of squealed, but he didn't notice.
He then put Mr. Whiskers on Roki's bed and got up again, grabbing Roki's hands and trying to pull him up. He was really excited now; this house didn't seem so bad, Yuki had expected a horrible place, but it wasn't all that bad.
‘’Come on, we will get you something to eat. Let's go to the kitchen.’’