Kyo blinked, the bright sunlight of morning waking him. He looked to his side, noticing with harsh reality that Tohru was no longer at his side. He'd been so determined to wake up before her, to sneak out so she'd never know it happened. He jerked up, wide awake, unconsciously patting the futon as if expecting her to magically appear beside him. Shaking himself to awareness, he stood and walked quietly down the hall. The always-delicious smells of Tohru's home cooking led him to the kitchen, where she was scrambling eggs. He called out softly, "Hey." She spun around quickly, dropping a plate of rolled eggs squarely into Yuki's lap. His look of shock gave Kyo a bitter sense of satisfaction. They'd reconciled somewhat,
but still fought out of habit.
He leaned against the sliding door, being as casual as possible while Yuki helped Tohru as she frantically cleaned the scattered eggs. She stood up rigidly, not looking at him, but her cheeks blotched with pink. She's so cute when she overreacts, he thought, especially since she doesn't remember anything other than waking up next to me. He chuckled, feeling mischievous and energetic now that the weather had cleared. He smiled slyly and walked over to the girl cleaning up egg. He stood there for a moment, admiring the perfect shot he had of her cleavage, before stating, "Sleep well, Tohru?" She jumped, spilling a little egg again.
"U-um... I..." she flushed. He crouched down across from her and smiled at her. Catching her eyes he leaned in close, until he could see the green flecks that made her eyes sparkle. She looked up at him, clutching the plate to her apron with a deer-in-the-headlights look on hr face. Their lips almost touching, he whispered,
"Tohru..."
"Y-yes?"
"The rest of the eggs are burning." He sat back as she sniffed, gasped, and jumped up, running over to the stove, her entire face a beautiful bright shade of pink. Kyo usually wasn't this mean, but... Her touch last night had given him a little courage. The courage to go after what he wanted - and now what he wanted was Tohru. He smiled gently, his eyes following every distracted move she made. Yuki coughed loudly and glowered at him, the message clear: What the hell do you think you're doing? He just winked and turned to walk away. Yuki tripped him.