
He sighed, mulling the events over in his head... he felt ready to cry.
"Yuki... I think it's time we brought you back to Tokyo."
The words hit him like a wall, slamming into his chest and crushing his heart as his stomach dropped through the floor. What did she mean? How could she say that? Yuki had just begun to get used to life at Mantra Carlos - he had friends, clubmates, even a crush! He felt safe here. Accepted. He didn't need to hide his powers or be worried about the bullying, the insults, the constant pressure he felt to please everyone. And now that was all going to be taken away?!
He dropped the cookies he'd worked all week to perfect, the teapot on the tray smashing to the floor and scalding his toes, ruining his favourite slippers. "I... I..." He couldn't. He couldn't disobey his parents. He had to do what they wanted, and yet... He didn't want to go!
He ran to his room, hastily throwing on a jacket and changing into jeans before dashing out, ignoring the protests of his parents and helpers. "I need time to think." He muttered meekly, knowing it was hardly a decent excuse.
And that was how he ended up here. Putting the chocolate on the floor and his head in his hands, he began to cry. Ugly, childish tears. Meek little sobs that he couldn't even bring himself to show to his family. "What am I going to do...?" He whispered to himself.