Yuki has suffered a traumatic childhood at the hands of Akito, the head of the Sohma clan. Akito locked him up and mentally tortured him. In effect, Yuki has a somewhat low sense of worth and a claustrophobic fear. With Tohru's help, however, Yuki is gradually able to loosen up. Yuki's fangirls hate it when Yuki gets closer to Tohru, and use harassment to try to drive her away. They claim they are trying to "protect" Yuki from Tohru, but the truth is, they are merely bombarding him with one-sided love and adoration; Tohru's the one protecting Yuki. It was revealed that Yuki was the one who saved Tohru and brought her back to her mother when she was young and had gotten lost; Tohru has never forgotten that memory and keeps the hat (which actually belongs to Kyo) that Yuki gave to her. For that, Yuki always has a deep respect and love for Tohru for actually "needing" him. Generally quiet and polite, Yuki is an amazing martial artist who enjoys gardening. He has a garden in a small patch of forest near the walkway leading to Shigure's house which he and Tohru call their "secret base".
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Sunday, February 26, 2006 start shaking the globe Maybe I should apologize. But if I do, he'll just get more cocky and annoying -- there's no wonder. These are the things I hate about my brother. I'm not saying he should turn it down, at least I want him to inspect the situation first before he delivers. He's like turning into someone who don't give a damn or pay respect about people's feelings. He's getting on my nerves. Sigh. As much as I hate it, I suppose I should go talk to him to end this argument. It's the right thing to do. But I hardly know his schedule. He is, after all, a working man. "And I shouldn't disturb him at work." Guess I should call it off.Am I not taking the problem too seriously? True. I have other problems to attend to, but I'm starting to see the matter as a thorn in my well being. "So it's decided." I'll wait for him to go here. And, as brothers, start settling the feud between us. still not getting it at 11:41 PM Monday, February 20, 2006 on my shoulder I would fancy recalling how I felt when you fell asleep on my lap. It was a few years back when we barely knew each other. Mind you it was probably my most romantic evening in my whole life. Though it didn't feel like it was February 14, thinking of that moment with you was like forever. If you remember, we were with some friends. We were all having fun then. Playing cards and munching nuts, we were talking about the stuff we can do after we graduate. Of course you were beside me laughing and all. Moreover, I could still remember how you picked on me when I lost the third time playing a stupid card game. Now I realize it's not just a stupid card game after all. I didn't mind, however. The presence of all my friends around me comforts my being. It is funny how I finally understood myself. It all changed. I, being eccentric and solitary, slowly adapted to a social being. A monster, I would always describe myself for not missing a single beach party. I would always laugh at my usual self. I would always worry about my failing grades. I would normally tell myself a jerk who's persistent of staying this way. Now let us turn back to that rather warm evening. After hours of hard laughs and total enjoyment, I could already feel the weary atmosphere creeping throughout my room. I could already feel your wearisome being shortly after noticing your eyes droop. Your eyes were teary, a clear sign that suggests of you starting to fall asleep. But there was something else of what I saw through those weary eyes. I couldn't exactly tell if it was a sudden realization of some sort. They were beautiful. I felt your cheeks creep 'til it lay firmly on my collar. Your crown felt gentle but mind you it gave me goosebumps making my own hair stand. You were warm, a sign I thought of life at rest. I suddenly felt that funny cold gust that ran through my spines which made my heart beat fast. My body, then, started acting by itself. Your face was calm but a familiar trace of ecstasy seemed indelible. You are the most beautiful girl I ever met. still not getting it at 3:52 PM ![]() |