Inspired by a discussion as to just what Yuki and Kyou were up to in this picture: (Delete the spaces to see) http:// animecristalpalace.i8. com/images/ yukiandkyou3. jpg
Kyou glared at the mass of orange lying on the table.
Yuki sighed. "Kyou..."
Kyou snapped his eyes back to where Yuki was standing, massaging his forehead and wincing delicately. He looked like he had a headache. Good. That bastard deserved it.
"I refuse to wear this... this..."
Yuki let out a breath and planted himself squarely in front of the bristling cat-cursed. "Look, you. We lost the bet, just suck it up and do it. At least my brother's not making us wear dresses ," he finished, shuddering delicately.
Kyou stood up angrily and hauled Yuki close to him, hands clenching on his collar and eyes spitting fire. "You damn rat! This is all your fault anyways!!! If you --"
Yuki's eyes could have frozen fire. "Let. Go."
Kyou brought his face even closer, not daunted by Yuki's flat stare. "Never."
There was a moment of silence where the both of them glared at each other and then, as always, Kyou dropped the first punch. Which was not a very good idea when they were as close as they were.
The fight stopped almost before it began when a loud ripping noise startled the both of them. Yuki looked down to see his light cotton shirt torn nearly in two.
Kyou started backing up, crimson eyes losing some of their fire. "Uhhh..."
Yuki snapped his head up, slowly backing Kyou up against the wall.
"You. tore. my. shirt."
"I didn't mean to!"
"Well, then. Payback's a bitch, isn't it?" And lunged.
--- End.
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