In Memories We Stand, Chapter 3

Title: In Memories We Stand Chapter 3

By: Kira User

Rated: PG13

Summary: Miharu is set on making the most of their time together. 

Notes: Okay first and foremost, this is not a fic that will end all thoughtful or angst or anything. It is just meant to be a little cracky, and silly, despise how it starts at the beginning. Un-betaed, so all the mistakes are my own >~< Oh! Also this is based in the anime-world, so we kind of know where these two are at. 

Warning: Intersexual in drag.... But is that considered a warning? Is not like cross-dressing to be honest XD Let us all remember just how... unique Miharu's fashion sense is heh? So this is also a warning too...

You can find Chapter 1 here...

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Standing by the wall, he knew he was stalling from leaving the room and going to Miharu. He couldn't help it. Without the comfort of his usual coat, sweater, cap, and pants, Yoite felt open and exposed for the world to see. A very unpleasant sensation, regardless of how the whole foreign outfit covered completely the marks the Kira has left on his body. Miharu was at least nice enough not to make him expose his skin, save his face. Yet...

Looking at the white gloves on his hands, he hoped his decaying body wouldn't stain the cloth. He felt worried that something as dead as he would contaminate something that he wasn't worthy of. The remorse of seeing his charcoal skin leaving ashy marks wouldn't let him handle the disappointment he could almost see reflected in Miharu's eyes. Despise knowing that Miharu wouldn't react that way, the fear that he could, even deep inside, couldn't calm him down. At the sting of pain, Yoite woke up to find a strain of blood coming from his lip. How curious, he doesn't remember biting his lip with all these worries going through his mind.

This roller-coaster of feelings has already left him exhausted. And the day hasn't even started.

Suddenly the door was opened, and Miharu came in with an enthusiastic expression on his face. "Yoite, are you..."

Yoite turned to Miharu, and watched somewhat fascinated how he got a far away expression with a tint of red appearing on his cheeks. He wondered what he could be thinking about. Getting somewhat conscious about himself, he looked down at his outfit just to check that everything was alright. 

Miharu seemed to finally snap out of it, looking at him with a very unusual light in his eyes. "Sorry, got lost in train of thought. Are you done?"

"Yes." He answered with a slow nod, giving one last final check. 

At this point he forgot all about his bloody lip, but Miharu must have noticed it. He came quickly looking worried. Reaching up, he put his hand on his cheeks, warming up his skin, and searched all over for signs of more blood on him. "Is that blood? Did you have an attack?"

It was certainly not the first time Miharu has been worried about his health, but it still touched him in a very emotional way every time he did. It was like finally feeling the warmth of summer inside his body, after years and years of only winter season invading his heart. He couldn't stop the smile from forming. "I just bit my lip on accident."

The young shinobi left out a breath of relief. "Alright." Regaining his mischievous self, he smiled at him too innocently. "Everybody is waiting for us at the entrance. We should go."

"Who else is coming?" He asked casually, trying to hide the dread that was forming in his stomach.

Dragging him by the hand, he lead Yoite out to the hallway. He could almost see him skipping with the light steps he was taking. "Of course Kouichi and Raimei. They are in my class after all."

Yoite closed his eyes, and, for the first time, he prayed. 

They were both turning around the corner towards the entrance when Miharu addressed the other couple waiting by the gate. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"There you are!" Raimei said, exasperated for the long wait. "What took you so lo-"

The gasps from the two were so loud, even he heard it.

Kouchi seems to have recovered first,  staring at him and stuttering all the way. "Wha-wha-wha...?"

"What did you do, Miharu?!"

Tilting his head, Miharu asked curiously. "What do you mean?"

"What is Yoite wearing?!" Raimei pointed out with her finger, as if the question and her expression were not obvious enough. 

"A dress," was his answer with a shrug of the shoulders, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"A dress?" Kouichi asked, still trying to comprehend the situation. "Okay. First, why is Yoite wearing a dress? Second, why is he wearing gothic lotita of all dresses?!"

At least that answered his question if this was a usual style for wear.

Making that face, Miharu snuggled up to Yoite with a hurtful expression. "I thought he would look good in it. What is wrong with that?"

"No, don't you dare! Don't you dare do that!"

"No, Miharu! No!"

If he wasn't the topic at hand, and wasn't wearing a dress, this situation would be almost funny. Almost. 

A tear fell down his cheek. "It doesn't hurt anybody him dressing up this way."

Yoite knew the other two shinobis fought with all their mights against Miharu's manipulation, but in the end they couldn't go against his wishes. He understood. It is not easy trying to defeat that. With completely defeated expressions, they gave up with a loud sight.

"I can't believe you made Yoite wear that..."

Recognizing his victory, he dropped his act, smiling with joy. "There is nothing wrong with it."

Raimei seems to have whispered something along the lines of, "Miharu and his weird tastes," but he couldn't be sure. Whatever it was, Kouichi was agreeing to it. 

Yoited looked back at the living room with a longing stare. Then Miharu once again grabbed his hand, and pulled gently. "So, what are we waiting for?"

"Okay, fine. Whatever! Let's go!" Regaining her usual excited energy, Raimei started walking with Kouichi following after.

He let himself be dragged along. Yoite looked at Miharu in a desperate plea for comfort. Sensing his stare, he looked up. "It will be alright, Yoite. I promise."

It was not much, but he would take what he can.

To be continued...

Chapter 4

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And that is all for right now! How is it going so far? Good? Bad? Should stop and make it look as in I never, ever wrote it? XDDDD

For those who wonder why Miharu never said anything about Yoite's outfit, this is why. Both of them don't know how to handle compliments, I would know (I also have a terrible time handling them myself). With Yoite, it would make him feel even more conscious of what he is wearing, making him, in the end, back out from his promise. That is why Miharu was hush hush about saying anything of how he looks. 

Stay tuned!!!

Ja ne