Yuri and Yona of Dawn

Chapter 6.5 Memories

Yuri stared at the ceiling. The week after she met the strange blonde, she felt like something was torn from within her. She didn't cry, but her body felt weak. She didn't tell anyone. If she did, they would harm him. She was sure of it.

She heard something tap the window. Yuri turned. She opened it and asked, "Hello?"

"Hey, Yuri." a familiar voice said.

Yuri looked around. She looked at the tree next to her window. "It's you..."

The blonde boy flashed a big smile. "Z- I'm here to say good-bye."

Yuri shook her head. "What do you mean?" Yuri reached out, grabbing his hands. "Are you going to die?" she asked, cocking her head.

The 17 looking boy shook his head. "I'm leaving this place..."

Yuri felt tears drip down her cheeks. "Don't... not yet..."

He slipped into the room. He sat on her bed next to her. She rested her head on his lap.

He stroked her hair, calmly. Yuri felt her tears rush down like waterfalls. She sat up. "Just... wait... until tomorrow."

He smiled. "Alright."

Yuri stood up. "Mister. Can I call you that?"

He just nodded.

Yuri smiled. "Do you want to take a bath? It's over there?"

He got up. He walked over to the bathroom. Yuri collected his clothes. Yuri had pretended to be a servant many times so she knew how to wash clothes. Yuri scrubbed them before rinsing them dry. Yuri washed some of her own clothes before hanging them on the line outside the window. Yuri picked one of clothes for boys she stole from the washerwoman.

He walked out, wearing a robe. She handed him the clothes she found for him. "Mister. Your clothes are drying, so can you wear these?"

He took them, saying, "Thanks."

Yuri smiled. "No problem. Mister, I'm going to get some food. Gimme a minute."

Yuri ran down the halls. The 7 year old tore through the halls. She ran to the kitchen. It was full of people. She ran to the head-cook. "Can I have food? Like a lot of it?"

He sighed. "Alright." After about 5 minutes of moving, they shipped carts to her room. Yuri didn't let them in. She left the karts outside, in boxes. Yuri let everyone leave. Yuri packed the food. She placed them in bags and placed those into a traveling bag. She opened the door. The boy was sitting on her bed, reading a book. "Mister?"

He looked up, dropping the book. "That book... The story of King Hiryuu..." Yuri stared straight into his eyes. "You said 'Douryuu' when you met me... what did you mean?"

He just looked away. Yuri sighed, looking at the floor. "Sorry..." she mumbled. Yuri handed him the pack. "Take this."

He looked at her, confused.

"Mister. Aren't you hungry?" He nodded.

"I usually am..."

Yuri smiled. "That's for the rode. I have more food." Yuri walked out. She brought them into the room. "Wanna eat?"

He ate super quickly. Before long, half the food was gone. Yuri was humming and packing some stuff into a bag. She carefully organized everything into one travel bag. That bag was easy to carry and light. "Mister," Yuri called. "Can you carry this?"

The boy walked over. He slung it over his shoulder. He groaned in pain. "Sorry Mister! I'll fix it."

Yuri emptied some stuff. What was left inside the bag were a blanket, a pillow, 3 bento boxes, 5 water canteens full of water, bandages, and other random stuff she through in.

She pulled the line, all the clothes rolling into the room. Yuri folded the clothes and handed him his original clothes.

He changed as she ate. Yuri remembered falling asleep next to him, getting warmth from his skin. But when she woke up, he was gone. What was left was just a note saying: Thank you. And she remembered how much she cried that morning. No matter what anyone said, she didn't exit the room. She stayed there, sobbing her eyes away.