Fiddling with the small assortment of games Kyoko found herself bored. With a heavy sigh she flopped over on her side, laying on the floor of Yui's apartment. She loved the fact that her lifelong friend had her own place, it was like a clubhouse in her eyes. She sniffed at the scent of food cooking.

"Ahhh heavenly.." She whispered, the scent filling her nostrils. Belly crawling as she sniffed the blond girl followed the scent to the kitchen of Yui's apartment. She peeked her head around the corner, smiling mischievously at the turned unsuspecting back of her friend as she cooked. The girl was standing in her street clothes, adorned with an apron.

Crawling ever closer Kyoko realized she was wearing a skirt, perfect. Being the terrible pervert she was she placed herself on her back, right between her friends legs. Yui meanwhile was feeling extremely uncomfortable, almost like she was being watched. She turned, but found there was no Kyoko watching her from the corner.

Shrugging the feeling off she continued to cook, Kyoko would love the meal she had prepared. It was nothing special, but then, it didn't have to be. Kyoko would eat anything she threw at her, shoveling whatever it was with both hands at times, the girl was so ravenous you'd think it was the first meal she'd ever gotten. But as always she could come to Yui for more.

She walked away to tell Kyoko everything was nearly ready and to set the table, but, as she did she felt her foot hit something. Nearly stumbling over the thing she righted herself, looking back. Laying in the middle of her kitchen, bleeding from the nose, was a very pleased looking Kyoko.

"Blue..." She whispered, confusing her companion as she drooled. Yui thought, trying to decode her strange friends puzzle. Then, like a ton of bricks it hit her, square in the face. That was the color of underwear she was wearing.

"Tch... Dammit Kyokoooo!" Yui called, her voice cracking with the anger and frustration now firmly planted on her face as she lifted her foot to kick her friend.

"Nice view." Smiled Kyoko as she lolled her head over lazily to the side and was greeted by the blue undergarment once again.

Blushing madly Yui sent a barrage of kicks to Kyoko's face. The girl immediately realized the consequences of her actions and was left writhing on the floor pleading forgiveness from the monster about to give her a concussion.

Slurping her Miso soup Kyoko nursed her battle wounds. She had barely escaped alive from the ravenous creature what dwelt in the apartment. Yui remained calm as she flipped on the television to go alongside with their meal, her anger subsided, Kyoko was in fact, just being Kyoko.

"Hey.. Its getting kinda late. You should go home." Yui informed as she looked at the clock, the tiny hand well passed nine.

"Naaaahhhh." Kyoko informed with an exaggerated sigh. "I don't feel like it, I'll just stay the night here." She concluded, smiling over at her friend.

Yui however was more than a little disturbed, the girl had stayed over every night this week. "Well you should at least tell your parents, I mean, don't they worry?" She asked, trying to convince her friend to be at least a little responsible.

"Nope." Kyoko replied. Her answer short, sweet and to the point. She continued slurping her miso as she watched the television, unfazed by the question or her answer. Yui however was more than modestly surprised.

Her parents forced her to call, twice a day sometimes. They wanted her grade card, her test papers, everything where they could find them easily should her grades slip. Kyoko's parents had never been that strict, at one point Yui even envied her for her freedom. But now, years older, she felt like she was seeing Kyoko in a new light. No one was their to take care of her. No one cared.

Well there was one person...

Yui smiled as she realized how Kyoko had always clung to her, how she fed her and forced her to do her homework. She was here to take care of her, somebody cared. Kyoko knew that.

Smiling softly at the blond across from her Yui could feel her heart fluttering in her chest at her new sense of duty. Kyoko could stay as long as she liked. "Hey Kyoko?" Yui asked, her face blushing slightly.

"Hmmmm?" Kyoko asked, her head tilting lazily to the side as he ice blue eyes found Yui's.

Suddenly Yui could feel her heart quicken, her veins freeze to ice, suddenly, she was nervous. "Do you uh... I don't know... Wanna start maybe... I don't know... Moving some stuff in here?" Yui asked, her eyes fluttering down to the table. The question felt so intimate, living together seemed weird for some reason. Yui's blush just wouldn't stop. She looked up, her embarrassment was well worth it.

Kyoko's face had turned to one of absolute glee, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide and toothy. You would have thought maybe Yui had just told her Mirakurun was coming to dinner. Leaping over the table Kyoko knocked over the empty bowls and utensils carelessly, her arms wrapping around Yui in a tight squeeze.

Yui could feel her smile grow wider at the sign of affection. Pulling Kyoko off the table she planted her in more comfortable position on her lap, she held her there for a long while, whispering soft kind words and rubbing her back. Now she knew Kyoko's inner pain. "You don't need to worry..." She whispered.

You always have a home... Somebody cares.


Authors note

Please excuse any misspellings or anything like that, and let me know about them. I'm trying to learn really hahahha. This story is in fact a very dear one to me. Allot of my friends parents just don't care about them, sometimes I feel like mine don't, but they haven't kicked me out or completely neglected me, so I'm doing better than most.

I remember a few years ago a girl in my class was asking her friends if she could crash at their place. Her and her mom had come to a mutual agreement and decided they both needed a break from each other. So, she had kicked her out for three months.

Its hard to hear stories like that, but its also nice to hear in those situations that somebody cares. That someones there to offer support and love where you have been neglected. I always wish I could have helped her, in any way. But I was just a kid too, I still am. I'd like to help out once I'm older though. I love charity work.

Homeless kids are just too common for my comfort levels.