Kyo hated Yuki.
Hated his lavender hair, the way it felt between his fingers, soft and alluring.
Hated his eyes, those big, purple orbs that Kyo could never seem to look away from.
Hated the quiet, hushed touches they exchanged when the lights were dim, how it made his blood boil and his heart speed up.
Hated the glances the rat shot at him, filled with passion and desire whenever he thought Kyo wasn't looking, and how it made his skin itch and his mouth go dry.
Hated the way Yuki made him feel, all giddy and excited, and how he set butterflies loose in his stomach.
Hated how soft his lips were when he covered them with his own.
Hated his soft, gentle voice, the delicate whispers that carried through his moonlit room.
And most of all, Kyo hated not being able to hate Yuki one bit.