I Do Not Own Samurai Deeper Kyo, But a Nod To The Creator For Making Such Complex Characters.

Chapter 4

The Transition to Lovers.

Word count 810

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It was dusty

Dusty. Dark. Rusty and stark.

The color a faded red, like that of flaked, dried blood, the door that was once black, now was just a charcoal gray, the panels were splitting and some of the porch looked like it might've been rotting…The whole place looked as if it would crumble.

This was not the house she was going to build her life on.

Not this house.

Yuya sighed and sat down on a bench that looked three times as old as her self.

Kyo was sitting under a Sakura tree smoking his pipe.

The embodiment of self awareness. Like he didn't have a care in the world.

Meh. Stupid, blood thirsty, lazy, idiot man. Clenching her teeth she gripped the edges of the bench and felt age old wood dig into her palms.

Sighing she looked down at her feet, she saw old soil, moist and untouched, it looked fresh and mighty. When she looked up and she saw a small garden with new little buds bravely making there way above ground, she looked over and saw a house bright red with wind chimes swaying lightly in

the wind, in front of the house a little ways off was a restaurant with red trim and white walls.

She heard laughter and smelt growing grass. She could even feel the wet dirt between her toes.

Opening her eyes she was back in reality, she smiled a small smile. Yes. Maybe she could make this work. No, she would make this work.

She made the motions to stand but the bench's dissolving wood had other plans. The wood moaned and gave out under her, her bottom breaking the fall, she let out a small squeak of fright and welled her eyes shut.

And she promptly started to cry..

Kyo who had been chuckling was now moving towards her with haste.

He stopped and kneeled in front of her, checking for any serious damage, upon seeing none he resumed his previous chuckling, "Damn it woman, why are so fucking clumsy." He grinned and pulled her small body into his lap.

She cried out, slightly opening own eye, "Splinter!" She bit out painfully.

"…" He gave her a deadpan look.

"Kyoooo!" She whined at his look, shoving her hand in his face. "NNnnn fix it!"

He growled but complied nonetheless, taking her soft hands in his calloused scarred ones. He gripped the largest splinter. "One, two..." He locked eyes with her a smirked at her petrified expression, this stupid woman is willing to face the entire Mibu clan with a strait face but cry like a infant when she gets a few splinters? He mentally rolled his eyes. He would never, ever understand this giant contradiction of a girl-woman. He pulled out her splinter with a sharp tug and went to grip the next one, but he was brought out of his thoughts by a loud, girlie shriek.

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN SAY THREE!" He looked up and was met with a fuming Yuya who had huge tears flooding out of impossibly big eyes.

"What dog-face? Cant handle a little penetration?" He smirked as her whole face turned beet red, even her ears.

She 'meeped' and yelled "BAKA!" at the top of her lungs. He laughed loudly and she pouted and pushed her hand farther into his face. "Shuddup! and get the rest of 'em!"

He shook his head and plucked out another only to lose what ever was left of his precious hearing has she continued crying.

"I hate splinters!" The blond yelled while he pulled out the remaining smaller ones from her hand.

Yuya whined even more until she heard the rip of fabric, her eyes focused on her small hands has attentive larger ones wove fabric expertly around her hand as a makeshift bandage. "When we clean this place up we'll walk into town and get some real supplies." He murmured.

His eyes so focused on helping her. Helping her, his touch was warm and loving, quite and sure, healing not hurting. She sighed, how did she fall for such an infuriating man?

She felt a slight tug and realized it was Kyo softly tightening the bow he had made to keep the bandage intact. She smiled warmly at him as he stood and walked over to grab his sake bottle from beneath the Sakura tree, she frowned slightly as he started to walk away.

She stood. "Kyo where ar-" and she screamed as her kimono slid off her body. "What the hell?" She hastily covered her self, trying to keep the ends of her kimono together. "Kyo!" She growled and fisted her hands, wincing she looked at her bandaged hand and realized the cloth that her lover so "lovingly" used to fix her wounds was actually most of the fabric from her Obi.

"Damn it! KYO!"

End.

Well its overdue but i just couldn't put myself in front of my computer! Ghaaa! well its short but the original i have in my notebook was even shorter XD I hope you enjoyed.

Next chapter is titled: Not Worthy. Its strictly from Kyo's POV.