A/N: Kyo X Yuki, yay. Don't like it, don't read. If you're one of those uptight fangirls who think pairing enemies is stupid, get the stick out your ass. It's FANfiction. People don't write fanfiction to mimic everything the original author planned. Get creative. Also, I don't own Fruits basket.

To Kiss In Fire

Kyo laid uncomfortably onto the hard dirt and rocks below him, but perfectly still. So perfectly still that in fact he could hardly twitch a finger without focusing all his strength in that one, general area.

And it was yet again that Yuki had one over him.

Yuki treated Kyo like a punching bag whenever they fought, but it was primarily the fault of the hard-headed cat. You would think a cat was too agile by any means to get so terribly defeated by a rat, but that wasn't the case at all. In fact, it was that desperate clumsiness that caused him to fail every time.

But there would be a time. And when it happens, perhaps an understanding will be given between the two.

Kyo could now move several more digits.

He had hoped his painful paralysis would be only ephemeral, but thus far it had lasted a whole fourteen minutes and thirty-eight seconds. He would know, he counted. Using his free digits, he clutched the sparse grass weakly and heard the gentle pick of them as the skinny shards broke.

Kyo could now move his arm.

Something was certainly profound about this now gift of movement, he hadn't missed it so much before in the past. Gaining back the ability of mobility was the next step to defeating the clever rat, even if the scoreboard deemed it unlikely. And of course he'd have to take time off for the silent recovery of his body.

It wasn't until when the sun had began to set that he could now move his legs, which had protested most wretchedly with its incomprehensible pain. It was now that he noticed the oddly array of rocks it rested on. Great, walking home'll be a blast! He thought sarcastically as he tried desperately to sit up. When the task was accomplished, he tried to pull his newly peeled body from the ground to muster standing.

It was like learning how to walk all over again.

Now, this is an unusual side-effect from fighting Yuki. Aside from the fact Yuki never lost, Kyo never stayed plastered to the ground over five minutes. Yes, he usually got up shortly after Yuki dismissed him, but this fight there was a prolific amount of anger or frustration in Yuki's eyes. And before the fight itself, it would seem the clever rat was borderline ignoring him.

One step, his legs wobbled.

Cussing silently under his breath, he looked up to the sky and watched the sun indolently disappear. Three hours, twenty-four minutes, fifty-two seconds.

Licking over his bruised lip he moistened dried blood, the now bitter and coppery flavor was now the only thing he could think of as he tried again to take a step. He had noticed his posture was now a lot more firm, firm enough for him to painfully make it home, and claim his place in bed. Now would not be a good time to rest his taut body unto hard, shaped shingles.

The travel home wasn't the most pleasant in his book, but walking into the house he was glad the rat was no where to be present.

Well then, this'll be a lot easier.

"And where have you been!" The faux worry floated into the air as the melodramatic man gasped there after at the view of Kyo Sohma.

"Piss off mutt," tired, the redhead walked up the stairs while slumped against the wall to travel to his room. Looking down the hall his room was the last on the left, an interminable distance, but he had gain an affinity for the challenge it seemed with his persistence.

When he had made his pilgrimage to the door, he silently quoted only took four and a half hours to get here. The annoyance plagued his voice in that sentence as he began to open his door.

The light was florescent it seemed in comparison to its usual dark appearance, and for a brief moment the redhead had entertained the idea that he had left it on prior. But he had not. Who would when then it was daylight showing boastfully through his window. But now it was night, he had not turned on the lamp.

Who had it been? Snooping through his room- and for what treasure? It wasn't as if Kyo had some secret or anything worth stealing. Essentially his space consisted of a bed, a book-bag in the corner, and a closet of clothing.

Then he had smiled, Tohru had done laundry today and probably forgot to turn off his light when she left his room. She was no doubt a dits, so he had confidently walked in.

Sure enough, there was an empty hamper, and his closet door opened to see all the cleaned clothes just as he expected. But what he had not expected was the pale, dark haired teenager sitting on the edge of Kyo's bed removing his reading glasses and setting down a novel beside him.

Kyo was flabbergasted and just a bit mortified at the awaiting Yuki in his room. Yuki seeing him like this made him vulnerable, and gave Yuki an extra thrush of ego. When the emotion had subsided, and rather quickly at that, he had begun to grit his teeth together.

"I was under the impression you weren't a fan of mystery novels, or in fact, reading at all." The slightly younger teen stated casually as he looked to the cover of the book at his side. Kyo had glanced a look to his opened book-bag where the book once thrived and realized the Yuki had been there a while. "I'm at the third chapter."

"Why the hell are you in my room?" Kyo questioned in a rather raspy voice. He had took another step forward into his own room to establish some sort of dominance as Yuki fiddled absentmindedly at the folded glasses in his pale fingers grasp.

"I wanted to discuss earlier. I wasn't myself."

Kyo lifted a brow before he could question what he had meant, then the realization occurred in his own configurations. Yuki had been unusually fueled, some internal force, the vehemence to fight like he did would not correspond with his past performances. Kyo then inquired why Yuki wanted to talk about it at all.

"Get out, bastard," he stated thoughtfully as he dragged himself to his opened bag and began to zipper it to a close.

Yuki wasn't in the least bit fazed by Kyo's abrasive words and in fact he expected them to be harsher.

"Well, if you insist," Yuki stated as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I'll be borrowing this." Picking up the book, the comfortable Yuki walked out of Kyo's room wordlessly and traveled down the hall.

What the hell?

Well, chapter one.

Yay.

R&R