If Kyou’s hatred no longer hurt him, it was because he had been scorched to the bone. His orange-haired cousin’s attacks had become so routine that he no longer even needed to be awake for them. Yuki lived daily with Kyou’s relentless hostility. At home there was Shigure-friendly enough but distant in his own way, not quite to be trusted -and there was Kyou who wanted more than anything to beat Yuki, take everything from him. Because of the curse, he had to be careful to keep a safe distance from his classmates. There was nothing to fill this emptiness. Living separate from Akito had saved his life, but it had left a void. When he’d lived in the main house, Akito had been omnipresent-so near he could hardly breathe. Yuki wanted this so badly-to be close, to feel loved. His breath against Yuki’s hair, his cheek, smelled of milk. For all the spikiness of Haru’s hair and the sharpness of his features and the solid firmness of his body, his arms and chest were soft, warm, almost maternal. Had he perhaps been anticipating, hoping for Haru’s invitation?Įven so, he blushed ferociously when Haru emerged shirtless from the bathroom and got into bed beside him, then blushed even more when Haru embraced him. He was both embarrassed and secretly pleased by their prettiness, by how becoming they were, and how perfectly they set off his eyes, his hair. His pajamas were silver gray, silken, embroidered in lavender with an elaborate floral design. While Haru was in the bathroom, Yuki changed and got into bed. Later, well after midnight, they went upstairs together. The older boy eye’s widened his heart lurched with excitement, with fear. “If you’d like,” he whispered, “you could sleep in my room tonight.” As he said this, his hand enfolded Yuki’s thigh, squeezing it gently. He was able to relax, even to talk shyly to some of the others.Īs it grew later, Haru leaned close so teasing adults wouldn’t hear. He felt protected with Haru’s arm around him. He was able to draw Yuki into the circle of the other juunishi, and though Akito was near, Yuki could bear it. Haru was a year younger, but he seemed so much more assured than Yuki could ever imagine feeling. “Akito doesn’t have much use for me anymore,” Haru said. His white and black hair was arranged in punky spikes, and there was a row of rings in each of his ears. Haru, who was fourteen now, had changed a great deal. Since leaving the main house and moving in with Shigure, Yuki had stayed away from the Souma estate as much as possible.
It had been nearly a year since they’d seen each other. His arms encircled Yuki’s waist, drawing him close. They were his family, but most of them didn’t know him, or he them. Surrounded by people, pressed by them from all sides, he remained completely alone. He kept back as he moved among the other Soumas, most of whom he had never met. The other juunishi clustered around Akito, but he couldn’t bear to hear that voice, see that face. Episode 7 unveils more and more of their twisted family dynamics, wherein Ren and Akito both felt as if they were in competition for Akira's love and doting servants spoiled the young heir.Yuki wandered through the New Year’s banquet in a tense and dizzy haze. It's revealed that Ren raised Akito as a boy specifically for inheritance purposes and threatened to have an abortion after finding out her and Akira's child would be female. The majority of the episode actually focuses on Akito, using flashbacks to delve into her upbringing as the Sohmas' "god" while showing how she's completely losing it in the present. Kyo's story once again becomes fuel for a cliffhanger, with the cat finally ready to talk to Tohru right as the episode ends.
Answers to questions raised by this nightmare will have to wait another week. It turns into a nightmare as the ghost of Kyo's mom tries to drag him into the cat's prison house and his guilt over Kyoko's death warps into visions of another bloody corpse: Tohru's. Episode 7's opening scene starts off looking like another flashback, with a young Kyo chatting with Kyoko.
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