Smack! Yurippe's soft, little hand flew through Noda's cheek, landing him on the ground. An involuntary tear welled up in his left eye. He wicked away the saltwater droplet of weakness with the back of his hand and waited for his hyperventilation to stop. He drew his halberd nearer to him, even though he knew he'd never lay a finger on Yuri's sweet, pale, चीनी मिटटी, चीनी मिट्टी के बरतन skin.
"Come on आप idiot!" she screamed, her voice sounding watery, almost as if she too were crying.
"Yuri," Noda whined, his cheek stinging so bad that he swore he may pass out. "Please, I didn't mean to."
She bit my hand as I pulled her away. I knew that things were going to get bad for me once I took my hand from her mouth, but at the moment the sweet silence of the hallway was nothing but relaxing. She kicked me in the shin as I dragged her from headquarters. She'd कहा something about killing me at a later date, but right now the most important thing was for me to share my feelings. I wasn't even certain as to how long I'd been repressing this feeling burning in my chest, but now it pained me to keep it shut up.
Now I had to tell her.
"Noda," she mumbled into my leathery hand while the other...