Once upon a time there were two young men named Yukki and Caitie.
Caitie actually wasn’t a man, but she thought that saying “two young men” sounded more appealing than “two young humans” or “a young man and a young woman.”
Plus, Yukki was her One True Love. She had realized this several days ago when they were having a picnic together, along with a writer named Shadow. Yukki had been so well-dressed, so handsome, so polite, so thoughtful … it made her heart simmer like the tea the three had been sharing. All she’d wanted from that moment was to know what it felt like to be loved by Yukki, her exquisite gentleman.
But, there was a problem—Yukki solely preferred other men.
Therefore, Caitie had no hope. Her best method of coping was to imagine that she was a male herself, so she did, frequently. Not that she would ever confess such a fact to her beloved Yukki.
Thinking all these wistful thoughts caused Caitie to let out a sigh.
As it turned out, Yukki was sitting right next to her. He was wearing a very handsome top hat which she had recently given him, “just because.” So Yukki turned towards his dear friend Caitie in alarm, so quickly that top hat toppled off his luscious locks onto the couch, and then onto the floor. He paid it no heed, though, for his one concern was the subject of Caitie’s sighing. “Caitie?!” he cried, looking very much like an anxious puppy. “What’s wrong?”
Caitie didn’t know how to answer. She couldn’t come out and confess all her woes to him—normally, she could, but … not when she possessed woes such as these. “I don’t think I should say,” she mumbled, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping arms around the top, burying her face inside the warm, little nook. Oh, but how her heart throbbed; it felt as if Yukki’s concern brought her to love him even more, if such a thing was possible.
The now very much worried Yukki immediately hugged his friend, and even though her deep and true love for him made her blush, she allowed herself to lean against him and enjoy the sensation of his comforting, manly arms. “Caitie. You can tell me anything you want to,” Yukki said firmly. “I don’t care what it is. I’m your friend, and I love you no matter what. You don’t have to worry.”
"I …" Caitie found herself pausing, trying to figure out just what, if anything to say. She couldn’t tell Yukki the truth, she couldn’t; his kind words made her want to speak of all her troubles, however, and she was beginning to doubt her own resolve. Just as she was about to attempt to explain maybe a bit, a loud thud emerged from the opposite end of the house, which seemed to quiver even from where they sat.
Yukki scrambled to his feet, yelping in surprise, while Caitie simply froze in place, fingers digging into her arms as she lifted her head. “What was that?!”
TO BE CONTINUEDDDDDD~