A Flurry of Hanahaki |
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Kyo kept a hand near his mouth, waiting for the inevitable moment that his symptoms flared up again. The Zodiac cat kept a blood-stained rag on his person as he paced around his apartment. As soon as the emergency alert was sent, he knew that it wouldn’t take long before he fell under the disease’s influence.
He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Tohru. I thought it had all been squared away, but you know how things come up, right?” It was a silly lie, his words tip-toeing around the truth so he wouldn’t feel so damn guilty. But he couldn’t alert Tohru to his illness. He knew the consequences if she learned that he had fallen under the sudden Hanahaki outbreak.
“We can meet-up another. I promise,” he said. The softest smile, feigned to show some sort of emotion through the phone, crept onto his face. But it disappeared almost as quickly as his lungs contracted, an invisible hand squeezing and loosening it grip until the orange-haired man couldn’t breathe. Something tickled his throat. “Listen, they’re calling me back so I gotta go. But I’ll talk to you later.”
“See ya later,” he said before quickly hanging up and tossing his cell onto the couch before he ran for his apartment’s bathroom.
