Chapter 2

Kyo now stood with his hands in his pockets and silently watch Tohru cook their breakfast, he'd already done what was needed. Yuki came slowly down the stairs, feeling drowsy and finding it hard to wake up as he usually did in the mornings.

"Why hello Yuki, how are you this morning?" Tohru looked up from her almost finished Miso and smiled goofily at him. Yuki said nothing and rubbed his eyes, his hair goofed up. He dragged along to the refrigerator and opened it to see what he could drink.

"Hey," Kyo glared over his shoulder at Yuki. "Aren't you going to answer her, you damn rat?"

" There's no need for you to interrupt, I was simply searching for my answer, you stupid cat," Yuki sighed, his voice cold but quiet.

"Don't call me stupid!" Kyo yelled and turned to face Yuki, his fist clenched tightly. "Why'd you get out of bed anyway if you're so damn tired?" he demanded.

"It's okay, Kyo, maybe-" Tohru said, waving her hands innocently, trying to calm Kyo down.

"Your stupid voice woke me up," Yuki interrupted, ignoring Tohru.

"Oh that's it! I'm gonna-" Kyo rushed over to him, fury burning in his eyes and rolling up his sleeves, but was cut off by a clean Shigure.

"Now now, Yuki, Kyo, don't you think it's a bit early to be starting this?" Shigure came down the stairs, a towel over his shoulder from drying his wet hair.

"Good morning Shigure," Tohru waved a hand him, smiling.

"Really," Shigure walked over to where Tohru was standing, still talking to Kyo and Yuki. "Instead of fighting, you two should be helping our pretty little flower cook breakfast," he smiled mischievously and cuffed his hands around her cheeks. Tohru's face turned an awful shade of red and she looked nervous. "Unless you don't want to eat, which is perfectly fine with me. Tohru and I will have the morning to ourselves, oh how I've longed for one," Shigure chuckled.

"You sick bastard!" Kyo and Yuki shouted. In a split second, Yuki had pulled Shirgure away from Tohru and Kyo had punched him in the face, knocking him to the floor. Tohru stood where she was shaking as held a spatula in her hand.

"Uh-no it's alright," she stuttered.

"It's not alright!" Kyo shouted, waving his fists in the air as he looked at her. "You can't let that sick dog get away with stuff like that."

"Really , don't mind them. Anyway, can I help you set the table?" Yuki glanced up at her from the ground, then stretched to his feet, his purple eyes glistening in admiration.

"Oh, yes of course. That'd be wonderful, thank you," Tohru smiled and nodded for a moment, then turned to find the serving plates. Yuki tilted his head, grinning as he followed her, while Kyo now stood next to the refrigerator rolling his eyes and drinking milk out of the carton.