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All right! Two reviews already, that's better than I expected, considering this fan fic is just starting out. All right, here comes chapter two :D
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I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head, and it both thrilled and excited me. Fresh from losing a fight with Kyo, he was weakened, bruised, and more dangerous than ever. The black aspect of his personality was still in control of his actions, the black aspect that was after me. I felt a thrill of fear and excitement, although I pretended to ignore it. After all, with Honda-san and Shigure still in the room, with Kyo sulking right outside the door, I had to keep up my image of the 'perfect Prince'. The part of my persona that desired my male cousin hardly fit that image. The boy shunning said male cousin for getting into a pointless fight over something incredibly stupid was the side that I showed the world, was actually the side I preferred—whenever Haru wasn't around.
This was a waiting game, one that I both enjoyed and hated. Haru shifted when I shifted, the darkened eyes of his black side watching me, his body unconsciously mimicking my movements. My eyes darted to the side when I noticed this, and he smirked at me. I bowed my head over my homework again, listening with apprehension and impatience, waiting for Tohru to wrap up her conversation with Shigure. I bit the inside of my cheek as I listened to their conversation—his comments and replies were littered with perverted remarks, and she obviously had no clue what they meant! It made me nervous to have her around in the room—black Haru and perverted Shigure, now there was a dangerous combination for a defenseless, clueless girl.
I was spared listening to more of the conversation when Tohru finally yelped, realizing the time—dinner had been over for nearly four hours, and she hadn't noticed. I doubted Shigure had noticed either, although I had, I knew the damn cat had, and I was certain that Haru just thought it was taking too long to get the other two out of the room. "It's after ten o-clock already?" the brunette girl gasped, and even facing the wall I could picture the look of surprise on her face, completely taking over until her face seemed frozen in a state of shock. The picture made me smile slightly, and I turned around to see if what I had pictured was correct.
I never did see. When my gaze left my homework, it was caught and held by those dark grey eyes. Haru smirked, and I found my eyes traveling down to his lips. If he kept with his pattern of going after me when we were alone and he was black, those lips would be against mine very soon. There was that small part of me that whimpered in fear, but was drowned out when I remembered that rush, that intoxicating, longing feeling that had overtaken my senses the last time that he'd kissed me. I could see Shigure stretch and yawn out of the corner of my eye, and vaguely deducted that Tohru too was rising to leave the room, but I can't honestly say that I was paying attention to them. My gaze was held by a beautiful, terrifying, dangerous pair of dark grey eyes, and therefore my mind could not be distracted by everyday things.
"Haa-kun, are you staying over again?" Shigure asked. It had become common occurrence for Haru to stay over whenever he stayed past nine-o-clock—but he'd never been in his black form for several hours those times.
"Mm-hm," my cousin said, his eyes tearing away from mine to look at Shigure briefly, before turning back to me, running over my chest before meeting my eyes again. "Yeah, I don't think I can go home right now."
"Ah, do you think you'll get lost, Hatsuharu-san?" Tohru asked worriedly, clasping her hands together, as though concerned that he was only staying here out of necessity. "I know!" she cried, her voice almost too bright. "I could walk you back home, because you live on the estate, right? It could—"
"Honda-san," I broke in before she got too carried away with worry over Haru, or before she convinced him to go home with her, "leave it be. It's a little dangerous to be alone at this time of night."
"But I would be with Hatsuharu-san… oh. I see. Do you mean on the way home? That's okay… leave it to me! I'm not afraid of the dark!" I winced at her words. It wasn't the dark I was afraid of, or even just her being alone; my rational mind, that diminished part of my mind that I planned to ignore tonight, reminded me that in this state, with this level of darkness staining his judgment, Haru might go for Tohru. It was not a likely possibility, but why take chances.
"I'm fine staying at Sensei's house," Haru replied, his voice almost as polite as when his white side ruled him—it was as though he was managing to restrain himself from letting them know which side of him was in charge. I wondered if he'd turn back to white Haru before the two of them left, and was both relieved and unhappy at the idea. "It's not like I'd be alone or anything. Besides, my parents are probably asleep. They'd think I was a prowler or something."
"Oh." I tried to turn away from Haru's captivating gaze to see her face as she spoke those words, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to move. I couldn't manage to look at her even as she spoke again. "I see. Well—good night Hatsuharu-san, Sohma-kun, Shigure-san!"
"Good night, Honda-san," I replied automatically as Haru gave a nod, still staring at me.
"Good night, Tohrukun," Shigure said, his voice mock seductive. "Unless of course, you should like to spend your night in my bed…"
"Eh?"
"Stop it you pervert!" I yelled, tearing my gaze from Haru finally, glowering at Shigure. I clenched my hands into fists, relaxed, and turned to smile at Tohru. "Have a pleasant night's sleep Honda-san. Please don't think too much of him."
"Ah… okay." Tohru still seemed flustered, but she didn't argue. "Everyone, sleep well! Oh! Unless you need something?"
"We're fine, Honda-san. Really," I assured the overly helpful girl. I smiled falsely, my practiced smile working as well as ever to reassure her.
"All right. Good night everyone," she wished us yet again, before backing out of the room. I heard her light footsteps head up the stairs and turned to Shigure.
"Are you going to bed too?"
Shigure yawned. "Goodness gracious, you are eager to be rid of me, aren't you Yuki-kun? You're not planning a night of kinky sex with young Hatsuharu, are you?"
"No!" I snapped, feeling a flush rise in my cheeks as a part of my brain acknowledged that it wasn't so adverse to that idea. "Do you have to turn everything that way?" I demanded furiously, trying to conceal my mortification at the thought.
"Hm, no, I really don't," the dog replied thoughtfully. "But I like to. Well, I'll leave you two to it." I rose furiously, but he had already stood up. "Well, good night Yuki-kun, Haa-kun! Clean up the room when you're done!"
"You—" I sighed and turned away, rubbing my forehead. I decided that I would refuse to even give the idiot an answer—why waste my breath just for him to come up with more stupid, embarrassing things to say? I sat back down at the desk, aware that Haru's eyes were now boring into the back of my neck. It was distracting, and I found myself growing edgy, impatient. He was still black, wasn't he? If he were white Haru, he wouldn't be staring at me… but it wasn't as though his black side had any patience when he hardly had any as white Haru. Why was he just sitting there? Everyone was gone; there was no one to stop him… why?
My nerves almost snapped when I finally heard the groan of the couch, but I kept my eyes unseeingly on my history outline. I tensed as I heard his footsteps behind me, coming closer, closer… finally stopping just behind me.
The ghost of a touch between my shoulder blades made me shiver. "And now I've got you just where I want you," black Haru whispered, his voice thick and dripping with desire.
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Okay, I need your opinions. I really, really want to make this one good, but I'm not sure if it's melodramatic, if the basic plot's too common, if everyone's in character… those are my biggest concerns. Help me out people: it's all in the little 'Review' button.