Point of Presence
Chapter 2: Routine
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The sun never rose that day. Not that I had ever really expected it to. I set my book face down on the glass table. I'd only gotten about half way through it before the small chime alarm on the clock went off. I shut it off, deciding on a bath to clear my mind in addition to my morning routine.
Thoughts idly passed through my mind as I went about the mundane tasks that living consisted of. Today was the Friday before a week-long break from school. Another day before I got to spend another lonely week in a house that was full of memories that I had long tried to forget. Another day before I got to spend an entire week alone with remembrance.
I returned to my false form before even bothering to undress. I'd fallen asleep in my true form last night, which is probably the reason I'd dreamed. The warm water was slightly shocking as I stepped into the shower's stream. I leaned forward against the wall, letting the water run over my head, down my body in rivulets for a while. It'd always be an annoyance to shower in my true form. So much, in fact that I'd often enlisted one of the Cards to help me with my hair. As time progressed, it had finally been Clow that helped me. I'd only bathed as Yukito since.
I shook myself out of the memory-induced trance, scolding myself for allowing my mind to wander. I pulled a cloth from the hook and proceeded to wash myself, almost mechanically, before stepping out of the shower and onto the mat. The bath cover pulled off, I climbed the rough stone steps and descended into the hot bath water, letting myself sink down until the water covered my closed eyes. I exhaled, feeling the bubbles rise past my face to the surface before I pulled my face back above the water level.
Another ten minutes, just simmering in the tub, and I deemed myself finished. My thoughts had begun to take over again, and I wasn't in the mood to become even more depressed. Dried off and dressed, I made my way into the kitchen. My rice was waiting for me in the denki gama. Sakura had recently given it to me as a gift, and I found the little electric rice cooker quite a handy thing to have. Especially with my enormous appetite in my false form. My true form was usually reserved for the more serious matters, but as Yuki, I seemed to handle life in general better.
It was getting easier, since I was back to being one person, but just being in my false form, I felt... I don't know. Different, I suppose. I was more comfortable being open as Yukito. Shrugging the idle thought to the side, I put the rice into a bowl and commenced breakfast.
Music was a constant companion in this house. I'd worn out another CD player last week, and a countless amount of discs since I first bought the thing. I had yet to buy another stereo, which is why the radio was on. The soft sounds of Bach drifted through the house as I ate, waiting until it was time to leave for school. Just as I ate the last grain of rice, the clock on the counter chimed seven. Time to leave.
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I waited under the line of Sakura trees in front of the house as I'd done nearly every day I'd lived here as Yukito. I'd agreed as Yukito, and quite happily, might I add, to wait for Touya and Sakura in the mornings so they could ride to school together. Looking up, I began to wonder why I'd chosen this particular location to wait. The heavy raindrops fell, pelting me all over. I was nearly soaked when I saw a car that I recognized as the Kinomoto's making it's way toward me. I smiled, betting that Touya would say something to the effect of "Kaijuu didn't want to get wet," in explanation. In reality, Touya was like a cat threatened with a bath. He hated getting rained on. I really didn't mind that much.
I put on my gameface, Yukito's disguising smile, and waved them down merrily.