Heylo. Not gonna repeat myself about the whole rewriting thing, so if you want more detail go back to the first chappie's author note thingy. So, yeah. Have fun reading!
No changes made as far as pairings, ratings, or the disclaimer.
Chapter title: That Damned Red Tint
Momiji gave one final yank and Yuki's towel flew off.
Kyo shot up out of his bed, head giving a very painful throb as a wave of dizziness came over him. He fell back onto the bed and stared incredulously at the ceiling.
"What the hell?" Kyo asked himself, pressing his hands onto his eyes as he realized exactly what his subconscious had almost shown him.
God, he had fought over him! Disgusting! Why would he ever even think of doing that kind of thing! He didn't want Yuki in any way, shape or form! Much less a scantly dressed one! AAGH, don't think about that DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT! Kyo mentally kicked himself. Repeatedly. When that didn't seem to work to well he yanked his pillow from under his bed (not a good idea, bad for the headache), and pressed it over his face, practically cutting off his air supply in the process. He ignored his protestant head for a moment and forced his mind to go blank. That's right. As long as he didn't think about it, talk about it, or even remember it, it was as if it never happened.
'Alright.' Kyo thought. 'I did not just dream of Yuki in a towel. I did not just dream of Yuki in a towel. I did not just dream of Yuki in a towel. I did not just dream of Yuki's towel getting pulled off. I did not just dream of Yuki's towel getting pulled off. I did not just dream of almost seeing –' Kyo stopped his self hypnotism at once, instead shoving his face further into the pillow.
Sometimes, he really questioned his subconscious mind's sanity.
Eventually, Kyo calmed down enough to look over at the clock.
7:15 am.
Damn. Even when he was sick, Kyo seemed to automatically wake up early. He sighed, tiredly, wishing that he could have slept a little longer….
NO!! NOT a little longer! If only he could have slept less. LESS! Not longer so that he would see….
The pillow found it's happy way back to Kyo's face.
He was pressing It on himself so violently that he didn't notice the small knock or the door to his room open.
"Kyo-kun?" Tohru asked, eyeing the suicidal cat with worry. "Kyo-kun, are you alright?" Her voice raised a bit when she received to response. She rushed to his bedside. "Kyo-kun!"
Thankfully, Kyo sensed movement next to him and took the pillow off his head, otherwise she might have woken up the entire house with frenzied worry. Kyo cleared his throat before speaking. "What's up?" He asked, voice scratchy as it was yesterday. Aah, god. Was the room supposed to feel like it was tilting around?
"Are you alright? I was worried you might have hurt yourself!" Tohru looked Kyo over, as if she might have missed some sign of pain.
Kyo gave her a brief smile. "I'm fine," He lied, making a mental note not to suffocate himself when he was sick. Who knew a migraine could be further agitated so quickly? "What are you still doing home, though? You'll be late for school, y'know."
"O-oh! Yes! You're right!" Tohru noted that his voice sounded horrible. "U-um. I just came to check to see if you were awake. Yuki-kun and Shigure-san aren't yet, but I guessed you might be…" She trailed off for a moment before getting back on topic as she noticed that Kyo's face looked flushed with a fever (it was actually the lack of air). "Hatori-san is coming over today around lunch time to check up on all of you. He's sorry for not being able to come sooner!"
That made sense. The doctor hadn't been able to come out yesterday because it seemed a bug had passed through a lot of the Sohma house, so he had been busy lately. Kyo suspected that Haru was the cause, since he had gotten a slight cold around the time it started it's round.
"Alright. I'll tell the dog. You better get going." Kyo pushed himself up into a sitting position
"Are you sure? I mean, I would be fine with staying home! All of you are so sick and I wouldn't want any of you to push yourselves to hard!"
"Nah. We can take care of ourselves. Besides, if you go to school you'll have less of a chance of catching whatever we have."
Tohru gave him one last worried look before finally agreeing, making a mental note to pick up some cough syrup and some Tylenol. Of course, though, she wouldn't leave until she was sure he knew what to do if he needed her, where the lunch was and on and on until Kyo finally stopped her to make her leave.
Kyo watched from his window as she walked off, sighing as he realized that with it being 7:30 she would probably be late.
Deciding he didn't want to sleep all day long (though it was tempting), Kyo slipped on a shirt before pulling himself out of bed, vaguely realizing it wasn't the best idea to sleep like that when he was sick. As he got up he had to fight hard against the throb in his head to regain his balance as his ears rushed, becoming dizzy with the sudden change in height.
His head throbbed audibly in his ears with protest, but he somehow managed to sway out of his room and down the stairs, only tripping on the last step. Once down there, he flopped onto the couch with another sigh. He must really be sick for walking down the stairs to take so much out of him. He pondered for a while what he should do, shifting into a comfortable position against the arm of the chair. A movie maybe. Tv could be good. A snack.
Kyo's thoughts jumbled randomly as the purpose of getting out of bed in the first place slowly faded from his mind and he fell back to sleep, head drooping and body relaxing into the cushions of the couch.
Thankfully, this sleep was a dreamless one, so there was nothing to cause him to wake up suddenly or to keep his mind so preoccupied it was as if he got not sleep at all. This wasn't necessarily a good thing though, seeing as how never seemed to be able to win.
It was quite a while before another set of footsteps could be heard stumbling their way down the stairs. It was painfully apparent that these feet were much more uncoordinated than what was safe, unbalanced and without real purpose as their owner swayed above them. Somehow, the pair of feet managed to lead the body down the stairs without fault. Had Kyo not been in the deep sleep he was and woken up, he would have seen a pair of grey eyes under rumpled gray hair staring blankly at the room. Though these eyes were open, it was apparent to anyone that he was clearly not awake.
Somehow working out that it was the best thing it could do, the pair of feet under the boy moved unsteadily towards the sleeping Kyo.
Which lead to this rather… interesting scenario.
Kyo slept for about an hour before he sluggishly began to wake up. He was extremely comfortable, warmth and heat generating from a rather large something in front of him. And it was moving, slightly. A kind of subtle, up and down motion…
Breathing.
Kyo's eyes snapped open, lifting his head quickly – and almost getting whiplash along the way – to see what the heck had crawled onto his couch. When he saw what this was, or rather, who it was, Kyo froze.
This large who was Yuki. A large Yuki that was currently curled up to Kyo's chest, facing him, head just under Kyo's chin, legs tangled with his own and both hands clutched in a careful grip on the front of his shirt. Kyo nearly jumped and panicked when he realized the he himself had been accepting of this position, one arm bent under his head to act as a pillow while the other was draped lightly around the slim waist of a snuggling, warm, Yuki Sohma.
Kyo jerked his arm back, face flushing a dark red.
Holy fuck.
Kyo was in contact with a zonked out, snuggling Yuki.
Kyo forced his mind away from the remembrance of his dream, and instead assessed the situation in the best way he could in his current state.
He was being harassed.
Yup.
There was no other word for it.
He was being sexually harassed by Prince Yuki Sohma himself.
...NO! Not sexual harassment. There was nothing sexual about this! NOTHING! It was mere physical harassment that had nothing to do with towels, or fishing, or snuggling! Nothing at all! Which meant he shouldn't be thinking about it, but rather the fact that Yuki was currently clinging to him in his sleep because he had somehow ended up on the couch with Kyo who had somehow not woken up at such a disturbance because he hadn't slept well because Yuki had been in a towel in his dream and -
Chuckle, chuckle
Kyo looked up, getting redder as he realized there was a spectator to said physical harassment. Immediately, the jumbled mess of his brain went into high gear and organized everything quickly and simply.
He needed to get up to his room. Now.
Because that perverted smile that Shigure was giving him from his seat on the chair opposite to the couch.
"Awwwww." The man cooed. "Cuddling are you, Kyo? How sweet."
"Hell no!" Kyo yelled hoarsely, moving to sit up only to meet the resistance as Yuki's grip on his shirt tightened.
"Oh dear Kyo. It would appear that you're blushing!" Shigure teased shamelessly.
"Shut up! I am not!" Kyo tried to pull out of Yuki's grip. Damn he's strong. "Wake up dammit!"
Yuki stirred a bit, protesting being woken up. He was so comfortable, why did Kyo have to-
Wait. Kyo?
Yuki opened his eyes, mind registering finally that there was something in front of him. Something warm. His pillow maybe? His though process stopped there, as he felt his 'pillow' squirming away from him, the space being created between them allowing for cold air to chill his body. Determinedly, Yuki wrapped an arm around his 'pillow' and pulled it closer to him so he could begin to fall back to sleep.
Kyo's breath hitched. Why the hell did Yuki have to be so strong in his sleep?
"Kyo, you look a bit flustered!" Shigure snickered. "Oh! Wait, don't move! Let me go get my camera!" And Shigure disappeared. Well, either Shigure was having a huge 'recovery', or he was pervertedly enthusiastic about Kyo's current. . .position. You could suspect him of either.
"YUKI! Wake up!" Kyo yelled, scowling in frustration down at the boy holding him. Kyo grabbed Yuki's arm and pulled at it, trying to get free of the grip. This seemed to wake Yuki a bit further. Groaning, he pushed his head into Kyo's chest, protestant at the constant interruption of his sleep. Kyo shrank back quickly.
Again, Yuki opened his eyes, this time honestly trying to determine exactly what was causing him such discomfort. He lifted his head up enough to see a bright red face staring down at him helplessly.
Kyo. What was Kyo doing in his bed?
Yuki snapped out of his dazed state suddenly, realization dawning on him at last, and he jumped up only to fall backwards off the couch.
Using his newfound freedom to his fullest, Kyo bolted from the room, rushing up the stairs and into his bedroom to slam and lock the door, deciding that he would very much like to just spend the rest off the day right there.
Shigure caught the last glimpse of an extremely red faced Kyo as he ran up the stairs at a surprising speed for a sick person. Glancing over the couch he saw Yuki on the floor in a state of shock. He was tempted to take a picture of that in itself, but took pity on the confused rat to tease him instead.
"Did your snuggle buddy leave you Yuki?" Shigure asked in mock sorrow, sticking out his bottom lip.
"What are you talking about?" Yuki asked, a blush already starting it's creep across his face.
"Kyo of course! You were snuggling right up to him before he ran off. I must say, you two looked very cute all curled up on the couch..." And Shigure rattled on about the subject, despite Yuki's protests, causing him to blush even more.
Who ever knew it was possible for two people to turn to red? That damned red tint!
Chapter two: check! Ha. Keep going, keep going. I'm having more fun now that the whole this is coming back to me. Feel free to pause and review the chapter though! Tell me if there are any mistakes, cuz all my documents always load horribly! Weeee!
