A/N: I have a major grade due (actually yesterday) on Friday, but I'm procrastinating even though I have one part of it left. I also have a history test to study for. 'Least you get another chapter (for whomever is actually reading this).
Master procrastinator here. Call me King.
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I'm nearly on the verge of finally catching up on some much needed sleep when Yu's ears perk to the sound of someone passing through the halls. The echo of footprints eventually fades, though Yu is seated upright now, his head tilted toward the door. "Yu," I tiredly call him back to me, but Yu is still cautious and obviously paranoid from the sound. At this point, the warmth from where he was lying beside me is quickly diminishing. A frown finds its way to my lips. I take Yu's hand, trying to get him to forget about the passerby. "I have only a few hours to be able to sleep."
"Then sleep," Yu deadpans, reluctantly pulling away from worrying about anything else. His hand brushes away the stray strands of hair out my eyes and face. "There's just something I have to take care of real quick. I'll be back...!"
Before he can finish his sentence, I flip our positions with him on the bed and me over his body. With my hands around his wrists, though not very tight, I look into his eyes and recall my desire to find out the branding on his hip Koba was talking about earlier.
"Mi...ka...?" Yu mutters, clearly confused as to why I've suddenly begun acting this way.
"Show me," I mutter, a hand moving to his hip where my thumb gently traces the scar through the fabric of his robes. Since coming here, we've been given more traditional clothing than what humans now wear these days.
Yu's eyes stray away as I watch him bite his lip. "Koba told you?" he weakly asks, already knowing the answer.
I nod my head, humming a yes in response. "Tell me about it."
"I don't wish to."
"But I wish to know."
"Ask Koba," Yu deadpans.
"Koba doesn't know, either." Considering his theory of Yu being the one from the Hyakuya Sect was wrong (but he was very certain of it until I broke the news to him), it's a reasonable assumption he doesn't know what Yu's branding scar is from. I'm curious about it, too. Or perhaps angry. Yes. That seems more fitting for how I truly feel. This scar tells me he's been through even more than I know of, and even more pain that he hasn't yet shared with me and I haven't yet found out about. How many more dark secrets like this does he possess and has kept from me?
"I doubt that," Yu mutters, still stubbornly refuses to open up to me and talk about it.
"He told me himself," I reply, not technically lying, though not telling the true truth. Yu still doesn't budge or even look to be even contemplating whether or not he should tell me. "At least allow me to look at it. Maybe I'll know if I see it."
"So basically," Yu begins, his tone dry and not playful at all, "you want me to strip naked for you."
"Well, when you put it that way, it doesn't sound decent at all." Yu's lips form a thin line, suppressing any emotions. I sigh, moving off him and reluctantly pulling my hand away from the mark on his hip. I lie beside him now, watching him closely as he continues to be feeling a bit... uncertain at this point. "Don't worry about it anymore, Yu," I whisper to him, stroking his cheek with the back of my finger. "You'll show me when you're ready."
Yu scoffs, a helpless smile replacing the frown as he sits up once again, hands moving to take off the clothes over his shoulders. "If this helps repay my debt to you."
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