Pick Up the Pieces

Yukito sat on the windowsill and watched the rain sheet down from a slate gray sky. It had been raining since he woke up that morning, and something about it had drawn him to sit and watch. He smiled when he felt Touya's arms wrap around him from behind, Touya's breath warm against his cheek.

"The rain is really beautiful," Yuki said.

"I thought you didn't like the rain?" Touya's soft murmuring voice by Yuki's ear sent small thrills up his spine.

"I don't think I ever really looked at it before. But now... I mean, just look. And how fierce it is? It just makes it even better that we're inside, warm, safe." Yuki put a hand on one of the arms around him. Speaking of safe. Touya's arms was still one of the only places that he felt completely safe. "Besides, the worse the rain, the better it'll be when the sun shines again, right?"

He felt Touya smile against his cheek. "I guess you could look at it that way."

They were silent for a long moment as the rain pelted against the window in a steady drumbeat.

"It makes sense, you know, that Rand was a rapist," Yuki said suddenly.

Touya raised his eyebrows, but didn't comment, waiting for Yuki to continue.

"I mean, he stole magic. It was practically like rape to begin with. I imagine moving on to the physical part of it would only be the next logical step."

Touya considered this, mulled it over. If the removal of Yuki's magic had been like rape, that certainly gave a new connotation to Touyadonating his to Yue. He decided not to mention it, in case it might upset Yuki. Instead he said, "But you have yours back now."

Yuki nodded. "I guess that's what makes the difference. What makes it more like stealing than like rape. You can actually get it back."

"Well," said Touya, "under that logic, if you look at it another way, you could say that the difference is that in rape, nothing is really taken from you."

Yuki smiled. "I don't know about that. I think something was taken. But... I think maybe I have it back now after all."

Touya raised one hand to pet Yuki's hair. His gaze fell back onto the rain outside. "Do you know what the weather's supposed to be like tomorrow?" he asked.

Yuki shook his head. "I'm not sure. It could go on like this, or it might clear up. Does it really matter?"

Touya dropped his hand from Yuki's hair to his warm neck, feeling the strong comforting rhythm of Yuki's pulse underneath his fingertips.

"I suppose not," he murmured.

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