Eternal Melody



Yuhi turned his attention back to his phone. A few minutes ago, he had sent a message asking if she was awake, and now he was receiving a video call request.

He fixed his appearance as best as possible, but Yuhi knew Sumire would notice. He takes a deep breath before clicking the accept button.

There she was, wearing an apron covered in multiple layers of paint. Underneath the apron was a familiar black sweater, only showing paint splatters of bright colors.

"My dear?" Sumire said softly.

Yuhi felt his heartbeat increase hearing that familiar sweet voice. Just hearing her call his name does things to him. 

"Hey," His lips curved to a smile when he got a closer look at her sweater. "-so, do you wear my clothes to university all the time?"

Sumire giggled. "I thought it would be nice."

"Nice for who?"

Sumire was about to respond, but the girl scanned him up and down and frowned. "My dear, why are you so pale? And you look all sweaty-" She paused. "Ah, I told you to keep the cheating to a limit."

Yuhi sighed. "You have a lot of energy if you're saying that. How is living with Mashima Toh?" Yuhi didn't intend to sound bitter, but he couldn't hide his jealousy.

Hino informed him of the circumstances, and he understood why. But it doesn't make him happy.

"Entertaining. When he asked what I'd be wearing to school this morning, I slipped on one of your shirts."

He blinked before bursting into laughter, causing the girl to pout. "Your jealousy is unnecessary, my dear. I love you, and only you. You have my heart, body, and soul, especially my body. You can do whatever you want there."

Sumire's bare skin flashed in his head, and he imagined all sorts of things he could be doing to her. 

Sumire beamed happily. "So, my dear. What do you want to do to me?"

This crazy girl has no idea, does she? If she keeps edging him on like this. He will enter the mind realm and take her there. Yuhi shakes his head. He shouldn't do that. Sumire's knowledge regarding hanyous is still very limited. 

"When you're back, we can do what we did before." Yuhi paused. "Though it's probably going to be difficult now."

Sumire's cheeks colored, and she stuck her tongue out. "You hooligan."

"You're the one who started this." Yuhi trailed off. "Sorry, I haven't been calling you every day recently."

Sumire shakes her head. "I know you're busy."

If only she knew exactly what was making him busy. Yuhi shakes his head and turns his attention back to her canvas.

"What are you painting?"

Sumire's cheeks turned red at those words, and she immediately tried to hide her canvas. But he caught a glimpse of black hair on the canvas. No, what stood out to him was the skin color- Yuhi blinked as he tried to process what he saw. 

"Is this a nude portrait of me?" Yuhi said in disbelief.

If she wasn't embarrassed before, she was now. Her cheeks turned an even lovelier shade of red, and his gaze softened seeing her mumble excuses.

"You miss me? You miss touching me?" Yuhi had to stop himself from grinning.

"I-I-" Sumire stammered and shyly nodded. "I miss you so much."

Yuhi flinched, sensing her tone. It sounded like she was going to cry. He takes a deep breath before reaching over and unbuckling his belt.

"Wh-what?" Sumire stammered.

"I was thinking maybe you could work on your portrait better if you see me properly."

It was his attempt at distracting her. He truly doesn't want to see her cry because he isn't there. Yuhi knew Sumire missed him more than she let out. She had been doing a good job keeping it a secret this time, but he knew.

"I-um." Sumire kept stealing glances not at his face but where his hands lingered on his belt. "T-that's, maybe we can another time?"

He grinned. Of course, she isn't against it. Yuhi nodded. "Anytime you want."

"Anyhow, you can't just change the topic like that. My dear, did something happen?"

"I just had a nightmare, but I'll be fine." Yuhi half lied. He did just have a nightmare. But that's not the main reason why he is looking so haggard. More importantly, "Hino told me that you've been sick. Are you pushing yourself again?"

"It was only a light fever."

Is it the hanyou fever? Yuhi frowned at that thought. It's not uncommon to catch it, but one of the reasons why anybody catches it is-

"Have you been drinking blood?" Yuhi asked.

Sumire dropped the paintbrush in her hands, and he sighed deeply. "Sumire, we have talked about this before. You know you have to take it."

"But I don't want to get intimate with anybody like that."

"I understand, but you need it. Listen, if you ask Hino, I am sure he will make it as comfortable as possible."

They'll have to get close, and Sumire may not be able to fight the urge to touch while drinking. But it's better than her getting sick again. 

"Or maybe even Mamoru? I heard he has been visiting?"

At those words, Sumire's gaze darkens, and she calls him stupid. "Your stupid Yuhi! Stupid."

Yuhi's sweat fell. "Don't get so worked up."

"Hino aside, why did you suggest Ru?"

"I know he won't take advantage of the situation."

"What if he did?" Sumire countered.

Indeed, he can't exactly guarantee that Mamoru won't. 

"Then Hino," Yuhi said firmly. "Hino will do, won't he? I am sure he has tried asking you before."

Sumire still looked upset, but she didn't ignore him. "I just don't want to do anything that will betray your trust Yuhi-san."

Yuhi shakes his head. "You have nothing to worry about, Sumire. I trust you with all my heart."

Nothing she does will make him change his mind.

She didn't say anything at first and then mumbled. "I know already. But, you betray my trust whenever you like, it seems."

It takes him a moment to understand what she means. She isn't accusing him of cheating. No, it's a lot worse. Sumire knows what he has been doing in secret.