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Three months passed in a blur for both Kyo and Yuki. Though neither of them said it, they were both beginning to tolerate on another. Maybe even like each other. Yuki especially, was rather tentative with their relationship. But days passed and Yuki eventually grew accustomed to Kyo's infatuation with drawing him. He stopped fidgeting at the constant stares, and soon relaxed under Kyo's watchful gaze. Kyo, he realized after a month of agreeing to his proposal, was just as stubborn as he was, if not more. And soon after, they fought on a regular basis.

But there were moments when Yuki wondered if Kyo had a different reason for seeing him as much as he did.


The local Starbucks bustled with noise and clamor. It was rush hour and the coffee shop was full of overworked business men and women, gothic teenagers, stoned teenagers, and even the occasional police officer in desperate need of a hot cup of coffee. Yuki himself was having a cheap black coffee loaded with sugar and cream. He hated the bitter taste of black coffee, but he was way too cheap to buy himself a corn syrup concoction that was basically a heart attack in a cup or whatever else they sold at expensive coffee shops like this. Not to say that he normally went to places like this, or ever for that matter. Yuki didn't like coffee all that much.

It was a sin. But couldn't find it in himself care.

But, looking through the corner of his eye he could see his only reason for coming to an overcrowded, blown up place like this. His normally bright orange hair looked grungy like he hadn't washed it in days. There were large bags under his intense mud brown eyes and he itched at his five o'clock shadow.

More like a five day shadow, Yuki scoffed inwardly and shook his head. Does he know how to do anything but work?

"Stop moving." Kyo's hand shot out instinctively and tipped Yuki's chin lightly. Yuki jumped, shaking the table, and his hand shot out to grab his ridiculously overpriced coffee before it fell.

"Sorry." Kyo's hand was once again holding his sketchbook. This time though, his knuckles were white with the effort. Neither of them, in the three months they had been meeting, had ever initiated on any physical contact.

Yuki shook his head, trying desperately to conceal the blush that had taken over his cheeks. "It's fine." He took a deep breath before looking at him again. "Don't worry about it."

Kyo gave him an uncertain half smile scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.

"Well, this is about as done as it's going to be, I guess." Kyo lightly flipped the book closed and looked back up at Yuki. "I'll see you tomorrow. I have a day off."

Yuki ducked his head a little, trying desperately not to make eye contact. "Um, right... You can shave."

Kyo chuckled nervously. "I guess I can."

They stood up, Kyo grabbed his numerous empty coffee cups (Yuki didn't want to know how much that cost him) from the table and tossed them into a nearby trash.

"Um... Walk you home?" He offered nervously.

Yuki nodded. "Sure."

The walk home was filled with silence. Not the good kind either, it was the really bad awkward. At least it was until--

"Why do you have to live so damn far away?"

"What's it to you?" Yuki was glaring.

"No reason. Just wondering."

"You know, you didn't have to walk me home. I'm not some stupid little girl that needs to be walked home all the time. I can take care of myself."

Kyo snorted, "I don't know why I bothered."

"Because you're an idiot."

"You're insufferable you know that?"

They lapsed into silence after that. Both walking towards the cabin silently, more importantly extremely uncomfortably. They climbed the stairs silently, both absorbing the sounds of the stair boards as they creaked. When they reached the door, Yuki touched the handle lightly, fully intending to tell Kyo that he should go home.

When Kyo's calloused, strong hand can up to rub against Yuki's cheek. Yuki froze, like a deer in headlights, unable to move a muscle. Kyo's knuckles lightly skimmed Yuki's porclain cheeks. His touch was like a butterflies, so light and fluttering. It was only when Kyo's turned his hand to touch his palm to Yuki's cheek that his muscles decided that moving was a good idea. He jerked backward, banging loudly into his front door.

"S-sorry." Kyo muttered, his head was down. And, while Yuki couldn't see it, his face was full of shame.

"It-it's okay." Yuki touched his hand lightly to his cheek. "I-I just have to get used to it." He looked up at Kyo, the blush once again in place. Kyo looked back surprised, then after a moment, a crooked smile took over his face.

"Alright. Slow then." Kyo looked him right in the eyes. They weren't talking about the touching anymore.

Kyo reached out to Yuki, his hand slowly taking Yuki's in his own.

"Is this okay?" Kyo was still looking him straight in the eye. The intensity of his gaze would have overwhelmed Yuki had he not accustomed to it over the three month period.

He nodded hesitantly, and watch as Kyo bent down, again slowly, and pressed his lips up against his hand. Yuki trembled, but he wasn't sure if it was from fear or something else.

Kyo released his hand, still looking him dead in the eye.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Okay?"

Yuki's blush deepened and nodded.


WOW! This actually turned out a lot better than I thought it would. And I'm sorry it took me so long to update, my muse was stuck on other things. ANYWAY! I was struck by lightning today... err yesterday and I considering I was 'bedridden' from the removal of my wisdom teeth I decided that it would be a good idea to update.

And we are getting on to the more juicy stuff! Yay! I'm really excited about this chapter, mostly because it's going to open up a WHOLE NEW relationship between them. Yay!

So... yeah. That's it for now.

Enjoy!

ETERNALEATER.