2. Bittersweet
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance
Pairing: The usual
Summary: Imagine two lovesick boys sitting on their cousin's roof, watching the sunset, with a box of pocky beside them. But imagine what happens if there's only one stick of pocky left?
Warnings: Shounen ai.
Disclaimer: If I owned Fruits Basket, I wouldn't even be writing fanfiction about it.
Bittersweet
They were alone on the rooftop, just the two of them, gazing up at the dappled shades of violet and tangerine of the late afternoon sky. The colours that represented them. A box of pocky – men's pocky, to be exact – lay between them, just beside the two hands laced around one another. At the same instant, these two hands broke apart, reaching for a chocolate-covered biscuit stick that would await them in the little green box. But once again, they enclosed around one another, this time rather fiercely, for there was only one stick of pocky left. Sighing in defeat, the auburn-haired one withdrew his hand.
"Guess we're sharing, then," his companion murmured, looking up at him with a hopeful smile.
"Yeah, whatever," the fiery-haired neko muttered indifferently. He was expecting the nezumi to snap that last stick in half and lend him a piece, but instead he inserted it in his mouth, losing himself in the bittersweet chocolatey flavour. He leaned over to the other boy and, using the other end of the stick, forced his mouth open, allowing this end to enter. Crimson eyes widened in mild surprise, but the rat had started chewing on his end, so he mimicked, their lips drawing closer after each bite…
The pocky kiss was heated, passionate, just like the flavour of the dark chocolate the two of them had just devoured. Tongues slithered around each of their warm, moist caverns, eliminating the taste of dark chocolate.
They only broke apart due to the need of oxygen, but they silently agreed that that was the taste of Kyo and Yuki Sohma, once rivals, now lovers. Even now, they hit a rocky path from time to time, but despite the hurtful words exchanged, later on they'd become overwhelmed with the need to be together.
Their love wasn't perfect, but it wasn't hateful either. It was bittersweet.
A/N: Let me just say that halfway through writing this, I swear, my fingers just started typing all by themselves and the original gist and title of this drabble was thrown out the window. But I'm proud with the way it turned out; I feel that it describes Kyo and Yuki's relationship perfectly.
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