Please forgive any OOCness, and sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I do not own Uraboku.

Touch

Yuki's breath caught and his pulse sped as he felt Luka's hand ruffle his hair softly, those casual touches confused and excited him, left him feeling flustered hours later.

Hands

Luka had a fascination with his hands. Were they still soft as he remembered? As comforting? Would they still bring him peace? His silver eyes tracked their delicate movements, the gestures Yuki made while talking with Toko. He closed his eyes and wished to feel them once more.

Sparklies

"Master, Master" Sodom ran towards Luka, shouting excitedly, "I found sparklies!" Luka nodded as Sodom held out his hands, small shiny rocks in them. "They are very pretty," Sodom giggled and beamed up at his Master then turned towards Yuki to show his pretties. "Look, Yuki!" Yuki bent down and regarded Sodom's treasure. "Wow, those are beautiful, Sodom!" Sodom picked up a yellowish shimmering rock and held it out to Yuki, "This one is looks like you!" Yuki cocked his head confused, looking to Luka for an explanation. "It is almost the color of your eyes" Luka stroked his cheek, Yuki blushed, struck by the strange something that shimmered between them. He leaned into the touch, swaying closer to Luka. "I'll find a sparklie that looks like Master too!" Yuki jerked back as Sodom ran off. He hastily averted his eyes as the tension broke.

Dreams

Yuki jerked upright with a gasp, gaze darting around the room wildly. Relaxing slightly when he discovered he was alone. With a shaking hand he covered his face, mortification creeping up his spine. What was THAT? Images from his dream flickered behind his eyelids. For a while now every time Luka came near him…this strange something filled the air around them. It was a weird expectant tension. Yuki didn't know what to make it, or what was happening, but if his dream was any indication…his face flamed and his body throbbed. He traced his fingers over his lips, recalling the velvet heat of Luka's lips on his. He shivered with desire. His heart and body aching. He curled into himself. What was he going to do?

Games

Yuki smiled listening to Hotsuma "No! nononono, don't" Hotsuma threw down the controller in disgust. This level was frustrating. "What are you grinning about? Think you could do better?!" Hotsuma glared at Yuki. "Let's see you give a try" Yuki took the controller and restarted the race, unaware he was leaning his body as he turned his race car around the tricky twists and turns. He quickly surpassed the other cars and sailed over the jump that Hotsuma couldn't get past. "WHAT?! How did you do that?" Hotsuma fumed, turning to Yuki; the game cheering and lights flashing as a 1st place banner rolled across the screen. Yuki shrugged, "I'm not really sure" Hotsuma snatched the controller back grumbling about beginners luck.

School

Yuki was oddly nervous as his last class for the day ended. Luka had been busy this morning and hadn't been able to see him off to school, and was going to pick him up. Since he had that dream, an electric tension was growing between them. Eventually something would have to give. Yuki glanced at the clock again and wondered what it would be that finally broke.

Jealousy

Luka seethed. He and Yuki had just returned from main residence. And was seriously considering grabbing Yuki and leaving. After a week of not seeing Yuki enough to reassure his instincts, he was on edge. He felt possessive and irritable. He understood that everyone loved Yuki, they had missed him, but they REALLY needed to back off and if Sairi looked at Yuki that way one more time. Yuki, completely unaware of the precarious situation returned Tsukumo's hug. Luka's jaw began to tic as Hotsuma caressed Yuki's head. The Zweilt's all milled around touching and talking and being entirely too close to Yuki. When Sairi looked at Yuki again Luka's eyes narrowed. "PRINCESS!" Tachibana ran down the stairs his arms splayed wide. Luka's reason snapped. Before Tachibana reached the last step; Luka plucked Yuki up, and carted him off bridal style. He was DONE. Enough was enough. "L-Luka!" Yuki gasped. Luka walked out the door leaving gaping stares in his wake.

Tears

As the tear made its way down Yuki's cheek Luka's heart clenched. He felt a deep and abiding hatred rising from his toes. Kanata Wakamiya turned Reiga was hurting Yuki on a deeper level than ever before. Yuki's heart was being broken in front of him and he could do nothing to fix it.

Comfort

What Luka missed the most about the past Yuki was the right to comfort her. In this life, Yuki tried so hard not to burden anyone. When would he realize Luka lived to help carry those burdens.

Pain

Luka thought he knew pain, years with the Demon King breaking his body. He was beginning to realize he knew nothing of pain. Watching Yuki take on the pain of others, watching her die, being forgotten, and then having those hated fake smiles directed at him. THAT was pain. Loving Yuki taught him more about pain then the Demon King ever could.