A/N WELP, I finally did Kyo/Yuki XDD Aren't you guys proud of me? So, yeah, this chapter is yaoi/boyxboy/slash/whatever you want to call it, so beware of that. This is another request for RemyLeBeau4ever1; I have all of the requests given to me typed on a doc, just so you know, so I haven't forgotten about any of them, and intend to get through them all :D In the meantime, feel free to make more~ Almost to 60 reviews, yay!

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XXI. ORANGES & BLUEBERRIES

"Hold still," Yuki murmured, gently dabbing at the reddened cut below Kyo's eye with a damp, pale blue towel. "I can't do this properly if you're squirming all over the place."

"Maybe I don't want you to 'do this' at all," the redhead shot back. His eyes flashed and his jaws tightened in a hiss of pain as Yuki brought the cloth to his bruising cheekbone again, calmly swiping it with disinfectant. "Did you ever… think of that?" he got out through clenched teeth.

Rolling his eyes, Yuki set the cloth aside and reached for a Band-Aid, expertly removing the paper strips and positioning it above the other boy's small injury. "You've already shown us how horrific you are at taking care of wounds—"

"It's hardly a wound, idiot—"

"I'm the one who delivered it. Trust me, it's a wound." His fingers landed lightly on the tender flesh, probing along and positioning the Band-Aid over the skin's split before pressing it into place.

"Why the hell fix it up, then, if you're the one who caused it? You ought to be proud of… of the fact that you managed to get a punch in."

"I don't have any reason to be proud. It's far from unusual," Yuki sighed. "I do effortlessly defeat you every time…" His work done, he sat back, considering Kyo's flushed face and fuming expression. The Cat's sweaty hair stuck up in every direction, and one of his golden amber eyes was nearly sealed shut from the swelling cut, but he still looked good—always, he somehow managed to look good; cute, even, what with the Band-Aid plastered over the side of his face and the look of defiance sharp on his features, though Yuki would have died sooner than admit such a thing.

"One of these days, I'll win. Just wait," Kyo spat.

"Whatever you say," said Yuki tiredly, turning and preparing to head out the bathroom door. But first, he paused, glanced back over his shoulder and spoke barely above a whisper. "Have you ever considered… that perhaps it doesn't be like this? That we don't have to… fight all the time?"

"Not once." Kyo sounded almost proud, and a small, disappointed lurch twisted Yuki's stomach. Shouldn't have expected anything different, he told himself fiercely, and proceeded to leave, kicking the door shut behind him.