Author's Notes: New fic; new fic…! -cough- Yes, I know this is merely going to clog up updates on ALL my fics, but…I reeeaaally wanted to write this! I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it!

Disclaimer: Of course I own Samurai Deeper Ky— -sees a nearby police man raise eyebrow- Oh, um…who are you people? Where am I? Why would I own Samurai Deeper Kyo?? -anxiously glances at police man who has looked away- Phew…

Summary: AU KyoYuya "Welcome to college, where everything you say can and will be used as an innuendo." Yuya Shiina though she has to share an apartment with Kyoshiro Mibu is finally out of the nest and starting college. But the two can get a little irrational… Making a bet to see who's better looking was just the beginning of their troubles. Especially when they fall in love. Maybe KyoshiroSakuya

Warning: College fic, which mean there can easily be hyper moments, mood swings, raging hormones, and, of course, Kyoshiro's perverted thoughts. "Welcome to college, where everything you say can and will be used as an innuendo" seems to sum it all up. Do not take that warning lightly…

Title: Fallen for You

Chapter 1: Moving and Settling In

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"Yuya-san, I didn't expect you here!"

Yuya Shiina's eyes widened as the voice rang through her ears. Her brain was sending strong signals to her that she knew the speaker. It didn't take a genius, though, to match up the face in her head and the voice.

"Kyoshiro!" she exclaimed, a happy grin adorning her face as she whirled to see one of her closest friends standing in the doorway. "Wow, I should be telling you that. What are you doing here?"

"I guess the same thing you are," Kyoshiro Mibu replied, warmth twined in with his voice as he shrugged in the most casual, easy-going way, "to learn."

Yuya rolled her eyes. "No freak," she replied in a snippy tone, a little peeved the way his answer told her nothing. "Stop playing that card with me. You know I have no patience for stuff like that."

Kyoshiro grinned at her but made no move to reply.

Growling in frustration at Kyoshiro's old attempt at a joke, Yuya allowed her shoulder bag to slip off her forearm, her fingers releasing her roll-along suitcase. She flipped her loose ponytail over her shoulder before pinning Kyoshiro with a glare. "Kyoshiro," she started, venom in her voice. "I swear that if you don't tell me why you've really come here, I'm going to get out my gun and I'm going to shoot you," Yuya finished, her eyes flicking over to her shoulder bag and scanning the large, front zip-up pocket, like she could see through it to where she was most likely keeping her aforementioned weapon.

"Yuya, please tell me that you didn't bring that gun," Kyoshiro nearly groaned, edging away slightly at the thought at how dangerous his female companion could be with her gun—or any sharp, long, pointy, hard, heavy, or dangerous item—in her hands. He knew well enough to stay away when Yuya was mad and had something that could be used as a weapon in her hands or in a twenty-foot radius.

An indignant flare glinted in her eyes. "My baby has nothing to do with this!" Yuya retorted. "There was no reason whatsoever to bring my gun into this subject!"

Kyoshiro stared at Yuya for a few seconds before giving her a bright smile. "Yuya, you brought the gun into the topic of our conversation."

The words had no sooner left his mouth than Yuya had pulled out a sharpened pencil from her shoulder bag and pointed it at him, aiming for his throat. She didn't make a sound as she glared at him.

"You make a very good point, Yuya, even if it is in your demented way." Kyoshiro nervously started to back slowly away, hands raised in a gesture of helplessness.

"Now just tell me why you chose this place of all the academies you could have gotten into," Yuya ordered him.

Kyoshiro let his arms relax, his hands returning to his side. He noticed that the pencil was no longer in her grasp, and he came close to giving a sigh of relief. Blue eyes met emerald slowly. The moment they locked, however, Kyoshiro quickly averted his gaze.

"Did my father send you?" The question was in an incredulous tone. "Did he force you to come here?" she demanded, anger darkening her brow. Did her father actually have enough guts to force Kyoshiro to attend the same college as herself? Did he even think about how selfish that was? Kyoshiro was incredibly bright, especially at medicine. Choosing where he went to school could limit his future. As well as that, it showed just how much faith he had in her: none.

Kyoshiro sighed before turning back to Yuya, his blue eyes soft. "I wanted to come here to begin with," he started. "When your father heard that I planned to attend the same school as you, he asked me watch out for you. As well as that, he said that the best way to help you through school would be for me to share your apartment. Your father said it was the best way to help protect you from any perverts or the like since you chose to attend a co-ed college and live in an off-campus apartment that you had to share with someone where you were at a high risk of living with a guy. Now that I'm the one sharing your living space, there's no a smaller chance of you getting hurt and having contact with guys."

Yuya rolled her eyes at her father's idiocy. If she didn't get experience around guys now, when was she supposed to? If she never did, how did he expect her to face the real world? No matter how hard he tried, about half the population was male and, therefore, an unavoidable thing in the world, and he couldn't keep her away from them forever. Her college years was supposed to make up for lost time from her time at high school, seeing as how anytime Yuya even mentioned the other gender—save Kyoshiro—he crucified her, telling her she was 'too young' for boys. Trying to work on groups projects was a mess, seeing how the group always consisted of at least one guy…

"Let me guess, you're repeating my father's words?" she asked, trying to keep her temper at bay. Her father was merely trying to protect her, she tried to reason with herself.

Kyoshiro smiled amiably as he answered, "Word-for-word."

Yuya never had been good at listening to her own advice. Resisting the urge to snort, her eyes narrowed in anger not at Kyoshiro, but her father. Her voice was eerily calm as she continued, "And what's your opinion on this particular matter?"

Kyoshiro shrugged. "I couldn't care less what you do. You're my best friend and I trust you. I don't think you'd do anything rash. I'm doing this to protect you and to uphold the promise I made with your father."

Yuya scrutinized him for a second as something donned on her. "He made you promise to stay in my dorm and come to my college, didn't he?"

Kyoshiro hesitated for a second, thinking of the right way to word his answer to that. "He didn't… make me," he finally said. "He's just very… persuasive."

Yuya stiffened. "Did he threaten you?"

Kyoshiro smiled, though it looked like he was trying to oppress a grimace. "He didn't threaten me, he merely warned me what he would do to me should anything befall you. He also told me what he would do to 'the bastard that hurts you.' Though I do have to admit, I think I would inflict more harm upon them than he would if I got my hands on them…"

Yuya gave him a playful shove and rolled her eyes. "Geez, you're like an over-protective, annoying brother."

But she inwardly smiled, knowing what he said was true. Kyoshiro was not one that could be labeled as weak. He had taken a few martial arts, such as karate and tai kwon do, and excelled at them. His reflexes were sharp, too. As well as that, his father had taught him how to fight with a sword—though why was totally beyond Yuya seeing as how he was most likely never going to use it in his life—and he was quite good. Scratch that, he was so good that if he lived in the age of the samurai, he would have been one of the best in Japan.

"You forgot to add good-looking," Kyoshiro informed her seriously.

"Puh-leez; like you go into that category," Yuya retorted. "You should humbly accept what you're given. What? Isn't over-protective and annoying good enough for you?"

Kyoshiro scoffed. "People would willingly classify me as good-looking!" he defended.

Yuya gave him a look that clearly read are you out of your mind?

Kyoshiro bristled. "It's true! I'd be categorized a good-looking way before you, at least!"

Green eyes flickered playfully. "Is that a challenge I hear?"

Kyoshiro opened his mouth to say something but promptly close it. And blinked. And blinked again. An idea popped into his head and he couldn't help but grin maniacally as he put it into words. "What if I said it was? Would you be inclined to stand up to me?"

Yuya gave him a look. "What are you talking about?"

"Yuya Shiina, are you ready to challenge me?"

She didn't even hesitate. She would never back down from a challenge of any sort. "Of course," came her steady reply as her eyes set determinedly on his.

Kyoshiro grinned like a little boy who had stumbled upon an abandoned well stuffed with candy. "You're digging your own grave," he informed her before continuing. "You say I wouldn't be categorized as good looking, ne?" He waited for a reply. Her glare that was hard enough to wilt flowers was answer enough for him to continue, "What if I told you that I could prove you wrong?"

Yuya frowned. "I'd have to inquire as to how you planned to do that, of course," she answered simply.

Kyoshiro's grin widened. "Of course you would. And I, being the kind gentleman that I am, would be inclined to tell you. But before I do, I'm going to ask again. Are you up to my challenge?"

Yuya didn't even hesitate as a smile spread across her face and she smoothly replied, "Of course."

Kyoshiro returned the smile, an Oh, I'm going to enjoy this look twined in with it. "Then here it is: you say I wouldn't be classified as good looking. However, I, as well as a few girls I know, would beg to differ. So, here's the deal: we're going to see just which one be considered better looking."

Yuya's right eye brow rose in a golden arch, her expression clearly asking where he was going with this.

"There's going to be a small dance this Friday," Kyoshiro continued. "To go, you have to have a date." He paused, allowing that to sink in. Yuya looked at him, eyes narrowing as she realized where he was going. "So, we're going to see who can get the most phone numbers by then. From those we have to pick our poison as to who we're going to the party with. Sound fair?"

Emerald eyes slitted in thought, as Yuya looked for any loop holes in the challenge. There didn't seem to be any way for Kyoshiro to cheat—not that he would, of course, she was just so sure. Finally, she found one. "We also have to have their name and dorm number or address," she informed him.

Kyoshiro gave her a look. "Why?"

Yuya glared at him. "So you don't make up numbers and give yourself a better chance of winning, stupid!" she snapped defensively.

He shrugged. "Fine with me, then; it's not like I was planning on doing that. Just remember that you were the one who made that rule when you lose, so don't be sore about it."

Yuya had the urge to snarl at him but was able to resist it. "I suppose we should unpack now," she suggested tightly.

Kyoshiro sighed. "I'll take this bedroom to the left. You get the right."

"Fine with me," she replied, a little more relaxed and friendly now than she was just a few seconds before. "That's the room I wanted to begin with."

He paused for a second, debating on whether or not to say something else. After a few seconds, he said, "I just have one thing to say to you that my cousin told me before I left yesterday: Welcome to college, where everything you say can and will be used as an innuendo."

Kyoshiro disappeared into his room.

Yuya stood for a few seconds, blinking, wondering if his warning was sincere or not. After a few minutes, she decided to shrug it off. It didn't matter whether Kyoshiro meant that or not—he was a pervert, she wasn't going to listen to his advice. She picked up her shoulder bag and grabbed onto her roll-along suitcase before heading into her room and placed all her luggage on her bed.

Her nose wrinkled at the thought of wasting the daytime of her first day in her—or rather her and Kyoshiro's—apartment unpacking when she could wait to do that during the night before bed and explore the area around where she was going to live for the next few years. Besides, her father had already had most of her things placed in the room ahead of time—she just needed to unpack her clothes.

Yuya turned and slipped out of her new room and went to the front door. She slipped on her shoes and called, "Kyoshiro, I'm headin' out for a bit. I'll be back in time to make you dinner," over her shoulder.

"Okay, Yuya; I'll be asleep most likely," he mumbled with a yawn. She heard a creaking of the bed as he most likely collapsed onto it.

"Bye," she murmured softly and turned the knob, opening the door. With a smile of excitement adorning her face, Yuya left.

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Exiting the main entrance of the apartment complex, Yuya breathed in the warm air. Her apartment was only about a mile and a half away from the college campground. She could very easily walk that or maybe even ride her bike over. If she was lucky, her father would give her her car back…

Like he'd do that! Yuya mentally scorned.

Her father had told her that it was too dangerous for her to drive when there were hundreds of deaths a day from automobile accidents—and he worded it just like that, too.

Shaking her head, the blonde brought herself back to present day. Jinpu Ryu Academy was a top-notch college in the area, but definitely not one of the best nation-wide. Just what Yuya wanted; good, but not the absolute best. She had quickly tired of having the best after being raised around her father.

Smiling in content, Yuya decided to head over towards her new school for some exploration.

Flipping some stray locks over her shoulder, Yuya tightened her loose ponytail before continuing on.

After this, I'll have to see if I can meet any of the other people staying in the apartments around me, she mused as she trekked. I wonder if Kyoshiro will have as many friends as he did in High School…

She was so intrigued in her thoughts that she didn't notice the figure coming towards her. So, she ended up walking right into the person—Yuya landing on her butt, the figure almost unmoved, but despite that fact, quite peeved.

"Hey!" a cold voice snarled. "Watch where you're going!"

Yuya bristled. "Oh, I'm so sorry; you were just so damn broad it was impossible to not collide with you," she shot back, finally looking up to meet the stranger's gaze. She could tell it was a guy from the voice, but what she saw made her blink in surprise.

Kyoshiro…? she wondered. The person, indeed, resembled Kyoshiro. He had the same obsidian hair as Kyoshiro. He even shared the same facial features that Kyoshiro had. Yuya was almost about to ask whether or not he was Kyoshiro in disguise—she wouldn't put it past the prank-pulling playboy—when she finally saw the piercing crimson.

Her mouth, which had been open, ready to inquire him, snapped shut. His eyes were definitely different than Kyoshiro's. Her friend had blue eye—baby blue eyes. This guy had crimson ones. Like blood.

That thought made Yuya mentally shudder. He was not Kyoshiro. His eyes bore into hers and Yuya couldn't help but feel a little exposed. It was almost like his eyes were seeing straight into her mind; straight through her.

"Are you calling me fat?"

His question was unexpected on her part. She broke out of her thoughts and realized he was—quite impatiently—waiting for an answer. She would have continued to gape, but his eyes seemed to taunt her, silently mocking her. Her temper flared at the thought.

"Very! And ugly, too!" she retorted. That seemed to amuse him. Damn him! she swore to herself. She was not a stand-up comedian for him to laugh at.

He, apparently, thought otherwise. "Shouldn't I be telling you that?" he drawled, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Shut up! I am not ugly!" A thought filtered into her mind then. "I'd be categorized a good-looking way before you, at least!" That's what Kyoshiro had told her earlier. Growling, Yuya continued, "I would be classified as good-looking any day. It's you, however, that seems to have a problem in that particular category."

He smirked. "You dare say that to me?"

"Are you threatening me?" Yuya demanded, anger spreading like fire throughout her.

"Never," he told her, feigning indignation.

Yuya growled. "You're wasting my time!" she snapped, and with that, starting to brush past him.

To say she was surprised when something caught her wrist and dragged her back would be an understatement.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, half-heartedly attempting to pull her wrist out of his hand.

She turned to face him only to see a dark shadow over his face, brows furrowed, scowl in place.

"What?" she asked again, a little unnerved at his appearance.

"No one walks away from me," he told her in a cold tone, his lips suddenly pressed against her ear. He tightened his grip on her wrist as he pulled her closer, up to his chest. Yuya had to force herself to suppress a shudder when she practically felt the muscles beneath his black shirt. "Remember that, little girl," he went on. And then he let her go. And he was the one that brushed past her.

It took a few seconds for her to comprehend what had happened; she whirled around, completely ready to give that guy a piece of her mind. She parted her mouth, insult at the ready, fists clenched, when her brows furrowed. She closed her mouth and relaxed.

The guy was gone…

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Falling back to lean against her door, Yuya rubbed her temples. Her little tour of her school had been quite unsuccessful. After she had perused the college grounds, she found herself back at the main entrance of Jinpu Ryu Academy. It was then that she realized she didn't remember a thing that she had just seen. Giving up, she decided to return home and repeat this whole process tomorrow, during any and all free periods between her classes.

Sighing, Yuya brought herself back to the present with a scowl. Her lessons—the first term—began tomorrow. Couldn't they've given us more time to settle in? she whined to herself before promptly remember that it was her father who had not allowed her to move into her apartment until today…

"Yuya? That you?" Kyoshiro's slurred-with-sleep voice floated to her from in his room.

"No, I'm a burglar here to rob you of all your valuables." Seriously, why was Kyoshiro so stupid? Who else had a key to the apartment—?

Yuya abruptly froze as she realized that the owner of the apartment complex said he was going to give each tenant—being Kyoshiro and herself—three sets of keys when she had first met him. She had kept all three of hers for herself—since she would probably lose one somewhere in the near future—but she had no idea where Kyoshiro's were…

He could've given a set to some weird, bum-of-a-friend of his. At that thought, Yuya's brow furrowed.

Hands clenched into fists, scowl in place, and a look of complete irritation etched in her features, Yuya stormed over to Kyoshiro's room. She slammed the door open and glared inside through the doorway.

Kyoshiro, who had been dozing, jerked awake and yelped at the loud sound of his door hitting the wall. Bolting upright, he cast her a confused look. "Is my nap over?" he asked her in a half serious, half not-quite-awake voice.

"Were you given three keys to the apartment from the owner of the apartment complex?" Yuya decided beating around the bush would get her nowhere with him. Bluntness was the only thing to be used around Kyoshiro Mibu.

"Yeah, why?"

"What did you do with them?" Her tone clearly told him that if he lied and she found out, he was going to receive a slow and torturous death by her hands.

"I—I still have them," Kyoshiro stammered, a little weirded out by the look of death in Yuya's glare.

"All three of them?"

"Yeah."

Yuya's eyes turned stony. "Then where are they?"

Kyoshiro nodded towards his dresser.

Yuya cast him one last dark look before stomping over to his afore mentioned furniture. After a few seconds of searching, Yuya made a sound of disgust. "Where are they? I can't find a thing through all this crap!" To emphasize her point, she picked out a playboy—she made sure to cover up the cover with her hands so she wouldn't see any inappropriate pictures and added another thing on her to-do list: burn any and all playboy magazines he had—and tossed it across the room, the fluttering pages smacking into his face.

Kyoshiro froze a moment before slowly peeling the magazine away to get a better look at one of the pages. "Woo-boy"—he gave a wolf whistle—"what a beauty… too bad she wasn't positioned about ten more degrees this way…"

"Oh, shut up, Kyoshiro!" Yuya ordered him. "Find your stupid keys so I can—put that thing away!"

Kyoshiro sent her a look, not sure of she was talking about the playboy or the giant poster that he was looking at—the one he had gotten free after subscribing for playboy for ten years. When he continued to give her a blank stare, Yuya cursed and stormed over to him, ripped both of the 'appropriate' things from his grasp, and tossed them in the trash.

"Do you think you could stay on task and get your stupid keys?" she snapped at Kyoshiro when he gave her a pathetic look of both horror and sadness.

"Why'd ya do that?" he asked her, his tone depressed. He made his way over to the trash can and picked out his prized possessions. Upon scrutinizing them, he brightened. "Salvageable," he explained at Yuya's look of curiosity.

Giving a snort of disgust, Yuya walked over to stand next to him and put his 'goodies' back in the trash can—making sure they were no longer 'salvageable' in the process.

Smiling bit triumphantly, Yuya turned, ready to continue her search for the keys that she had to make sure weren't in the hands of some murderer-rapist-criminal-bum-cross dresser guy.

She froze when her eyes landed on a picture that was tacked onto the wall with a thumbtack.

"Kyoshiro!" she roared, "what the hell is that going in your room?!"

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"Ahhh," Yuya Shiina sighed, dusting off her hands. "Much better, wouldn't you agree?" She gave a bubbly smile to Kyoshiro.

Kyoshiro merely whimpered and hugged the shredded pieces of his favorite poster—this time, it was the one the playboy company gave him after fifteen years of loyal patronage—but made no move to reply.

"Aw, come off it. If you hadn't been such a perv, I wouldn't have to do this."

"You violated my room," Kyoshiro told her weakly.

Yuya pinned him with a look. "I had to make sure you didn't have anything else hidden in here after I saw that thing hanging on your wall."

Kyoshiro grinned at the memory of what had set Yuya off. "I think you looked rather nice, actually," he informed her.

Yuya growled. "I have no idea how you got a hold of that photo, but if I find out you have another at your house, I'm going to clean out your room there, too."

Kyoshiro pouted.

"Stop that, you look like a little kid," Yuya snapped, her temper thinning. Kyoshiro knew she wouldn't be able to fend herself after a few seconds of seeing his puppy dog, baby blue eyes.

Just as soon as it came, the pout was gone. "Aw, Yuya, you're so mean."

Yuya grumbled to herself about stupid lechers and child-like college students. "I'm going to unpack my room now," she told him as she brushed pass him to leave for her room.

Kyoshiro heard something crash right outside his room—probably Yuya tripping over something in her frustration—and waited a second for her stomping footfalls to enter her room and her door to slam shut.

When he was sure he heard she was well into unpacking, a huge grin spread across his face. He reached under his bed and pulled out a large trunk. He flipped the locks open and pulled out a thin layer of boxers and briefs before grinning at what was beneath his underwear hiding place.

Though Yuya had permanently disposed of his two favorite posters and about four or five years worth of magazines, Kyoshiro couldn't stop grinning like an idiot at what was in his chest.

Several more—modern—posters and about ten years worth of playboy magazines.

Thank the gods for his quick thinking…

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Oooo… I'm excited:) I finally got around to writing an SDK fic! This is my very first SDK AU fic, so please review and tell me how it is! You don't have to be gentle, either, if you don't want to… But is it good enough to continue or is it a dud? –winces– Should I delete it…?

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