A/N

Ahahaha… as I write this author's note I have no idea which story I am updating… hahaha… god, I'm insane. And don't I know it… yes, that is sort of the point…

-shakes head vigorously-

I'm sure you didn't click to hear my insane ramblings, so here's the next chapter. Soppy as the title of this story is, it's part of a quote which inspired me, and I will write it in the very last chapter as the ending quote… but a prize if you know what it's from beforehand!

The 6 page policy continues! Though I have no idea what this chapter will be about… hmmm…I suppose things will occur to me! –crosses fingers-

Dedicated to… aaah… err… mousecat, for kind words and great support, thank you!

Disclaimer: if it really was, then this would be happening in the books and I wouldn't need to write this story… go figure.

Senses

Yuki

Yet again I found my hand involuntarily wandering across his face, gently worshipping the smooth cheek, the perfect nose, the wonderfully long eyelashes… part of my mind wondered what he would smelllike, what he would taste like… I wanted to worship every part of his body, to feel him, to be him…

How disgusting was I?

It wasn't that Kyo was a guy. I mean, I'd had my suspicions about my sexuality ever since 'spin the bottle' in our last year of school, and the hasty kiss I'd shared with Kakeru. It wasn't the fact Kyo was my cousin; we were as closely related as Haru and Kyo, after all, and there was nothing wrong with their relationship. It wasn't even the fact Kyo was the Cat; that stupid religious superstition had vanished with Akito.

It was the fact it was Kyo. This was just… Kyo. Firstly he was supposedly Haru's lover, and though I suppose he was somewhat misplaced at this moment in time – an image of Haru, bloodied and broken sprang to mind, and I suppressed a shudder. It was just the principle of it. Because it was Kyo, I wouldn't let myself do it.

Said Cat's face twitched as my hand tickled the edge of his nose; I froze. At this point in time I was propped up on one elbow, body pressing into his, eyes burning intently at his face. If he woke up now he would probably kill me.

He threw his arm across my waist and buried his head into my chest. "Kyo," I muttered, trying to dislodge him, only to find it clench harder, his face worrying further.

"Shut up, stupid rat… just… go t' sl'p…" he muttered, drifting off again. My heart thudded painfully as his breathing evened out. He felt so wonderful, pressed against me and clinging. I gently wrapped my arms around him, his heady scent sending my senses soaring as my face burrowed into his hair and I followed his example.

Kyo

I woke to a wonderful smell.

It took me a moment to place it; it wasn't Haru (a familiar, yet somehow dulled stab of pain accompanied this), it wasn't food… it was something I knew very well, but was still hard to place. I thought I caught a scent of lilacs before I pushed my arms open.

It was Yuki.

His head was close to mine, draped over my shoulder. Our chests touched, bodies intertwined at several places. He mumbled slightly in his sleep and pushed his face against my neck, trying to block the sunlight pouring in through the large window. Unfortunately, this small shift had resulted in his soft breath whispering gently against that point in my neck, and his legs were twisted and tumbled around my own.

I gulped at the incredibly provocative position we were in. I had to get him away from me. This wasn't right! Haru… Haru! Haru was lying comatose and I was cuddling his best friend? It was so disgusting! Again he shifted in his sleep, rubbing our waists together momentarily; I suppressed a groan. I felt awful, even though it was just my feral instincts taking place, forgetting it was Yuki… it still felt disgusting to be responding to such urges.

I gently teased his arms from around my waist, laying him softly onto the bed. His nose twitched, eyes flickered once, but he didn't wake. I decided it was time to explore, wandering around the breezy corridor. Everything was kept perfect, and everything was full of books. They were everywhere; haphazard piles (whose angles seemed to be precisely measured), bookcases, shelves… there wasn't anywhere in any room which didn't have books. Even the bathroom had a few lying on the floor.

I pushed open the shower rail, reaching inside and turning it on. Grateful for the relaxing hot water, I stepped in, rushing across my body softly. I spent at least half an hour in there, maybe more; I thought I heard the door open at one point, but when I turned around there was no one there.

When I stepped out of the shower the first thing my eyes met was my clothes, neatly piled beside the door.

Yuki

For the first few moments I was terrified. I had woken up alone, and though still sluggish his name had pierced through the fog like… like a knife through sodium. I laughed to myself at my analogy, before staggering out of bed and glancing around. I heard the soft trickle of water and tracked it down to the bathroom; he must be in the shower. It was good to see him moving around on his own again.

I returned to the bedroom and pulled his clothes out from the bottom of the wardrobe, neatly folded, and knocked tentatively on the bathroom door. I didn't receive an answer, so inched the door open a crack, sliding in and laying the clothes down on the floor.

I hadn't meant to look. Honestly. I just meant to come in with the clothes and leave. But you know how it is, when there's something which you definetly shouldn't look at, your eyes get drawn to it until your head hurts from focusing on not looking at it. I found my eyes wandering over, and what a sight.

The water trickled over every muscle, every peak and valley, skin hard and tough and still looking so soft. I stood, frozen to the spot, terrified he was going to turn around, for five heartbeats, until I dragged myself out of the room, collapsing onto the hard floorboards of the corridor outside.

What was wrong with me?

For a few moments all I could see was him, before I regained my composure and a pain from my right hand began to make me see sense. I looked at it, seeing an angry bruise and a small spelk. Frowning in annoyance at the fragment of wood I realised my first aid kit was in the bathroom. There was no way I was going back in there. I walked down the hallway, into the kitchen, checking phone messages and emails before slumping back in the seat I had collapsed into.

I must have drifted off, because when I snapped my eyes open Kyo was standing in front of me, naked from the waist up, hair dripping from the shower as he rubbed it vigorously with a towel. He had the most wonderful expression on his face; somehow nonchalant, concentrated and sweet at the same moment.

"Bathroom's free," he commented, wandering over to the side and pulling out various kitchen pots. "What do you want for breakfast?"

It took me a moment to steady myself into a reply. "Erm… anything, really. There's some leftovers in the fridge, you could just heat them up…"

He turned to me. "I'm going to cook some ramen for me, do you want some?" I nodded dumbly before turning around and walking out of the room, grasping the first aid kit and some tweezers from the bathroom before steadying myself on my bed.

I had a terrible reputation with splinters; I tended to faint either from the concept or the actual motion of pulling the piece of wood out. Wincing, left hand trembling, I inched the tweezers towards the spelk. I clasped it firmly, and began to pull. The pain seared at my mind, and I felt myself begin to feel dizzy. I sat, breathing heavily, for what seemed like forever before Kyo walked in.

"Breakfast's out – oh, what's up?" Before I could reply he knelt on the floor in front of me, grabbing my hand for inspection. "Splinter? Nasty." He scooped up the tweezers from the bed and before I could think to protest in one fluid motion he extracted the stupid piece of wood.

I sat and stared at it for a moment, before smiling. He looked up, eyes wide and innocent. "How did you do that?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"It's a knack, I guess. All those times landing on a wooden dojo floor… I had to remove them somehow." His eyes glittered slightly darker for a moment before he stood and scratched the back of his head. "You coming?" His tone was steadily creeping back to the coldness I always recognised, and I nodded hurriedly, wanting to prolong this rare moment of peace.

For the most we sat in silence, eating to our own thoughts, before Kyo glanced over at me. "Does Hatori know I'm here?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so. I didn't tell him, anyway."

Kyo frowned. "Then how come I was wearing his shirt?" My mind froze for a moment before I remembered the only shirt I had been able to find which vaguely fitted Kyo on first arrival; one of Hatori's. His eyes widened. "You guys aren't… are you?" His voice sounded incredulous, and I realised what he was implying.

"No! No, stupid Cat, we're not." The very concept of it made my head spin. "I transformed at Hatori's once, and he wrapped me in a shirt to bring me back." Kyo nodded slightly and fiddled with his food.

"Do you think… it's true about Haru?" My stomach gave an involuntary clench, and I managed a nod. "We can't even call him Haru any more. He's nothing of who Haru is. Was."

I wanted to do something, reach over and comfort him, maybe even give a friendly pat on the back, but I just sat there, staring at my knees. After a while I managed to pluck up the courage to ask the question I knew was pressing at the back of both our minds. "Do you think… it might be kinder… just to… let him…" I couldn't say it. His head snapped up and although his eyes shone with anger I saw he had also considered this.

"No!" he snapped. "That's disgusting!" he spat, turning his head away. I felt ashamed, but I knew one of us needed to say it. The pain in his eyes told me I wasn't the only one to have considered it. Again I suppressed the urge to walk over and hug him.

I stood up abruptly. "I should go to work," I said distantly, wondering how much work I'd missed and how I'd ever explain myself. Family issues… that had always worked in the past. I momentarily cursed my family name before thinking how fortunate it was I was a Sohma; anyone else would have already been fired.

"What do you do?" Kyo asked, taking a surprising amount of interest.

"I teach," I said absently, thinking about the classes I had that day. I heard his inhalation of breath and saw his eyebrows rise. "Weird, eh?" I grinned. "Now, if you'll excuse me." I walked out of the room and down the corridor, heart beating painfully all the way.

Kyo

I watched his retreating form with something which might have been regret, before turning back to my ramen. I knew I should eat something, lest I got sick again; I'd already been a massive burden. Then again, the Rat didn't seem exactly unhappy to have me staying; if anything, he'd been perfectly accommodating.

I suppose I did deserve a little credit. I was the one who hugged him, last night… again I tried to convince myself it was just because I had thought it was Haru. Unfortunately, I wasn't having any of it.

I thought back to our previous conversation and realized that when the thought occurred to me Yuki might be in a relationship I had felt jealous. I tried to believe it was just because he had a relationship, and that I wasn't jealous of who he was having it with…

Unfortunately I know myself too well, and quite frankly I knew it was a load of bullshit.

I stood and stared at the immobile form, not entirely sure what to do. "You should try talking to him," the 'helpful' nurse had instructed me. "He can still hear you."

I sat down next to him, shifting uncomfortably. "Hello. Haru? It's me… Kyo. Can you hear me?" There was nothing. I suppose I had thought I wasn't really expecting anything, but the sense of disappointment I now felt told me I'd had my hopes up. "I'm… okay. Well, I wouldn't have been if it wasn't for Yuki. He… he had to take me in for a while." Nothing. Ah well. At least it got my thoughts into the open. "I got sick… but I'm better." I tried grasping his hand, but it was so still and clammy it just felt horrible.

"Now all we have to do is get you better, okay?" Again, no response. I sat back in my chair, staring at his pale face, and for a moment I thought I saw the whisper of a smile… no, just the light. "Yuki's been okay, actually. Weirdly enough. He's worried about you, though. We all are. I haven't been fighting with him, just like I promised. He's still a bit sarky, but otherwise…"

I tried to keep my mind away from the terrible pointlessness of this conversation. "He had a splinter today, and I helped him get it out. I think it scared him more than he wants to admit, though." I chuckled to myself. "Imagine that! The mighty Rat scared by a splinter."

"Stop calling him that. He does have a name, you know." Haru stared at me critically, and I rolled my eyes.

"Fine. Yuki called when you were out. He wants to meet up with you." Haru smiled softly.

"Thanks, kitten."

"I know… I know he's more than the Rat now."

Much more.

It was then that it occurred to me.

I think…

I think…

I think that I'm in love with Yuki Sohma.

A/N

And so it's Kyo that admits first! Or is it? I might write it so that the next chapter is from Yuki POV… and they both think it at the same moment…

Ha, weird chapter. I was going to say something but I've forgotten. Ha, senile dementia at 15. –shakes head sadly- -pokes- review? You get dedications! And cybercookies! And sometimes even plushies!