Aha, I surprised even myself with my tenacity to finish this chapter. So thankfully I forced my mused into cooperation after getting stuck on a scene.
When I get stuck on a scene, I like to change my pace—and so I have made a picture that correlates to this instalment. If any of you are curious, I have it uploaded to my Deviant Art.
Thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy it!
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The patter of rain was soft on the roof of the vehicle, but it was so very loud in the tense silence that was held within the space. Shion sat with crossed legs, eyes lidded as he stared out of the window.
"Um—"
Satsuki immediately shut her mouth when Shion's narrowed eyes moved to her. Shion raised his hand and put a finger to his lips. He was enjoying the silence. It was peaceful—ironically so.
Once they arrived, the driver opened the door and guided them out. Being the last one out, Shion took in his surroundings. Fugaku stood in the centre of the stone walkway and seemed to be giving his daughter an earful. The man's eyes moved past his daughter and to him, widening considerably when they made eye contact.
Keeping the position of the guards in mind, Shion approached, uncaring of the rain slowly soaking through his sweater.
Fugaku looked up at Shion—he didn't remember Shion being taller than him. "Our family owns up to our mistakes." He turned around and started to walk back into the building, hiding his conflicted expression. Stopping in his place, he didn't turn around as he addressed his daughter, "Satsuki."
"No."
Fugaku's head quirked at his daughter's attitude. Sighing, he continued on his path, "So be it."
Making sure that her father wasn't actually going to secretly follow them, Satsuki gestured for Shion and Aaron to follow down a path made of rocks through a garden with trees and a pond. Past a wall of bamboo, there was a small traditional building with a few surrounding trees.
"This is my personal dojo." Satsuki walked in and slid the shoji doors open on the other side of the building. The cool, moist air flowed in, and the open wall gave view to a pond with a fountain. "I'm gonna go change."
Shion made his way closer to the pond and watched as the rain disturbed the surface of the water. It was calming, but his anger bubbled deep under the surface. His mind was clear, but his emotions drove him—both anger… and excitement.
"Are you really going through with this?"
Shion hummed, the sound still hoarse from misuse. His eyes rested on the rippling water of the pond. "You can leave if you're inclined to."
Aaron stayed silent for a beat, unsure of what he wanted to say. Taking a breath he steeled himself, "Is this really... necessary?" There was no indication of a response from Shion, but somehow Aaron felt dread pool in his stomach.
A gust of wind rushed through the room as Shion looked over his shoulder. Holding eye contact for a moment, Shion saw the redhead tense under his gaze. "Is anything?" Turning on his heel, he slowly made his way over to Aaron. "Was her disregard of my privacy... necessary?" Another step. "Was your choice not to stop her necessary?"
Thunder rumbled in the distance as the rain came down harder, a mist forming near the ground from the force.
Stopping in front of him, Shion bent down to Aaron's height. Face to face.
A low growl escaped him, "Is my anger necessary?!"
The sound of the door sliding open caused the two to look over and see Satsuki enter. Satsuki straightened the white gi and tightened the black belt around her waist. A few towels were over her shoulder.
Standing up straight, Shion gave one more threatening sneer to Aaron before he turned away, a mirthful smirk coming upon his face when he saw Aaron breathe a sigh of relief out of the corner of his eye.
"Here," Satsuki handed a towel off to both Shion and Aaron. "Dry yourselves off first." Then she went to do some warm-up exercises in the center of the room.
Taking the towel, Shion didn't offer any thanks as he started drying his hair. Noticing a significant change in lighting, Shion looked outside. The sky that had been a dull gray darkened as heavy, black clouds rolled in. The colours that were grayed out became darker as the sky rumbled, and the rain came to a stop.
Shion ignored the poorly hidden laughter from Aaron and Satsuki as he finished drying his hair. It was still a bit damp, but if he fully dried it with a towel it would frizz up even more. Dropping the towel on a bench, Shion went through his bag and took out two cases. The first one he used to put his glasses in, while the other had contacts that he put in.
Blinking a few times to make sure his contacts felt right, Shion set his things back in order and moved to the centre of the room to do his own routine to limber up.
"Any rules?" Satsuki asked while she watched Shion. It wasn't so much of a warm-up, but simple stretches to loosen his muscles.
Holding the stretch for his neck, Shion met Satsuki's eyes through his bangs, "No…" he tilted his head and a loud resounding crack came from his neck, "It wouldn't be any fun with them."
His calm tone was eerie to Satsuki and she watched as he took off his sweater and threw it off to the side. The clothes he wore didn't fit with the setting, a maroon button-up and black dress pants. She swallowed thickly as he rolled the cuffed sleeves up to his elbows.
Squaring himself with Satsuki, Shion put up his guard and a vicious sneer pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"Shall we dance?"
A cool waft of wind drifted in the dojo as Satsuki got into her stance. The low rumble of thunder felt as if it shook the building. Seconds later, a downpour of rain washed across the area and lightning cracked in the sky.
The two moved. Satsuki stepping in for a punch, while Shion batted the fist away with the back of his forearm as his opposite leg swung up, coasting to her head. Satsuki went to block with both of her arms, but the kick pivoted and struck her in the side. Her arm blocked some of it, but she nearly doubled over as air was knocked out of her lungs with a faint wheeze.
With that opening, Shion raised his leg and swung it down like a hammer, his heel nearly connecting before Satsuki leaned back and felt it go past. From her judgement, if that had hit her collarbone—which she had no doubt was the target area—it would have been cleanly broken.
Defence wasn't really her strong suit anyway.
Leaping, Satsuki approached with a flying kick that Shion had no choice other than to dodge. Satsuki took more control over the fight with how many strikes she was throwing out, but only a few were making it through. None of her kicks connected, but her punches seemed to overwhelm him more from how quickly she was dishing them out.
A glint in Shion's eye made a shiver go down Satsuki's spine, and with it came a shin straight to her ribs. A grunt sounded from her as she tried to hold her ground, but even with her solid stance and guard, she was still blown back. Her eyes widened, and despite the fear coursing through her veins, the adrenaline still drove her forward. Determined to win, Satsuki upped the anti and started attacking with more advanced movements.
That's more like it.
Shion wanted Satsuki to get fired up. He relished in the vigour that she brought down on him. Letting her confidence grow by receiving hits, his mouth upturned in a cruel smile. After all…
The brighter the fire burned, the more he would enjoy smothering it.
Satsuki moved rashly, exchanging blows with Shion's cross, but she followed her movement through and connected her knee to Shion's abdomen.
She finally got a solid hit in but blinked when it didn't sink into his stomach. In that moment of distraction, Shion telegraphed for a roundhouse but used his hand on the ground to help pivot to target her head.
"Haste makes waste, Satsuki." Testament to her skill, Satsuki raised her block in time but the force of the kick followed through, and she was knocked down to the ground. "You're not the one in control here."
Huffing in a bout of frustration, Satsuki took a deep breath and got back into stance.
Aaron winced at the blow as Satsuki got knocked to the ground. He wasn't sure why he was still there, there was no reason for him to watch Satsuki get knocked around. Sure, she was holding her own, but from his outside perspective, Aaron could tell that Shion was toying around with her.
He watched as Shion slipped by a punch. A pleased look on his face as Satsuki cursed and backpedalled away from a series of attacks that flowed from one to the next. Satsuki lunged in when she saw an opening, and while the punch connected Aaron winced and looked away as once again, Satsuki was thrown to the ground.
"Stand up."
Satsuki looked up into Shion's cold glare. Swallowing thickly, she got up, but not without difficulty. She put up her guard again. Jabbing, the sleeve of her Gi was grabbed, and Shion pulled her in, a knee digging into her stomach.
Falling to her knees, Satsuki coughed violently, spittle covering the tatami with each wheeze. She used the time on the floor to try and recover her breath. Her body was aching, limbs battered from blocking, and she was drenched in sweat.
"Get up."
"Yeah…" She wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve as she propped herself up with her knee, "I'm on it…" Standing up fully, her attention drifted to the garden for a moment as a refreshing wind rushed through the room. A small grin graced her face and she squared herself once more.
There was still determination in those eyes of hers. It was not acceptable.
Aaron couldn't watch anymore.
He went around to the side of the building to sit on the patio and took out his camera. If there was anything that could distract him, it would be photography. Over the time of a few minutes, Aaron winced at each loud thud that was either one of the two getting knocked down. It slowed to a stop, and then there was only the sound of rain.
Now curious, he peeked in to see Shion standing over Satsuki. He was going to intervene when Shion bent over her but didn't act on it when Shion hoised her up and brought her over to sit on a bench.
"Are you stupid? Don't answer that, I already know—but fuck. Really?"
A hoarse chuckle sounded from her as she accidentally banged her head on the wall. "It was a new move. I've practiced it, but… apparently not enough."
"Can you even do a flip consistently?"
"Not perfectly but—"
"Then don't even think of using it during a fight, idiot!" Shion shook his head and sighed. Satsuki hit the ground directly with her shoulder, and Shion immediately knew what happened as he got the same injury before. "Your collar bone is broken. Don't even try to move your arm, if the break isn't clean then it can rip through your skin."
"I don't feel any pain though."
"Yeah. It's going to be like that while you're in shock." Shion cleared his throat and looked to the wall, "Aaron. We have to take this one to the hospital."
Stepping around the corner, Aaron saw Satsuki grin and rub the back of her head—with her usable arm.
"I, uh… I sorta broke myself trying to do a flip kick." Expressions neutral, both Aaron and Shion stared her down. "What?! It would've been soo cool."
Frowning and shaking his head, Aaron sighed. "Maybe they can fix her head while she's there."
"I see we're on the same page." Shion outright ignored the indignant shout from Satsuki. "You have a first aid kit anywhere?"
"Not in here… there are supplies in the house though." Satsuki felt the irritation come off Shion in waves.
"Smart decision not having any in your private dojo." Frowning, Shion used his sweater as a makeshift sling until there were proper supplies to do so with.
As Satsuki was functional enough to walk, they made their way back into the main house. The guards looked hostile giving that Satsuki was injured, but didn't make a move yet. They went to a large room that connected to the shower and bath of the house as it had the medical supplies.
"Shouldn't we let your father know what's happened?" Aaron questioned and closed the door behind himself.
Satsuki plopped herself down on a stool after showing Shion where the various supplies were. "Nah, it's fine. I'm sure he'll know when word gets around, the guards will tell him."
Shion closed the cabinet he was looking through and moved on to another. "He's going to overreact and barge in here," Shion said dully as he found a large roll of fabric after a bit of searching. Things weren't very organized. "Let me at least try and get this done before that."
Satsuki watched Shion as he kneeled down and unravelled the large triangle cloth in his hands. She followed Shion's instruction to hold her arm against herself as he pulled a corner of the cloth under her arm, while the other corner went over and around her neck. Straightening the fabric out so it could properly support her arm, he tied the knot by her neck. Then he took the leftover fabric by her elbow and pulled it tight before tying it off too.
Making sure that the knots wouldn't loosen, Shion nodded and stood up.
"That's handy. You're trained in first aid?" It was covered briefly in Gym class but was never fully delved into by Ouran's curriculum.
Shion hummed, "I thought it would be useful to know considering what kind of dangerous activity I used to be apart of." Choosing not to comment was Satsuki's first smart decision in the past hour.
"Hmm…" Shion looked at the sling, debating whether he should reinforce it or not. Coming to a decision, he undid his belt buckle—
The door slid open with a loud clack as Fugaku stepped in. "What happened—" His eyes honed in on Shion, undoing and holding his belt as his daughter sat in front of him.
It was certainly not the best image for an enraged father to see.
Shion immediately knew that he was in a bad situation and Fugaku charged. Sidestepping the man, Shion was careful not to injure the yakuza boss as he took his arm and held him to the ground. He was quite strong and Shion was having a difficult time holding him down without using too much force.
Hearing the struggle going on in the room, a guard poked their head in, and before things got even more chaotic, Satsuki shouted, "Enough!" She stood up and glared at the guard, "Get out!"
With a look from Satsuki, Shion reluctantly let her father go, and the man took that opportunity to grab him by the collar. Fugaku was red in the face with rage, "Just what were you doing to my daughter?!"
Shion leaned into the grip and wrapped his hand around Fugaku's wrist. "Take a closer look," Shion tightened his grip and forced him to let go.
"Can't you tell he was giving me first aid?"
Blinking owlishly, the rage mellowed out a bit and Fugaku was more confused than anything now.
Raising his hands in the universal sign of peace, Shion couldn't help but find it humorous. He chuckled and raised an eyebrow, shooting a suave smirk to Satsuki, "I can see how undoing my belt in front of you would be taken the wrong way."
Satsuki blinked and it took a few seconds to process what Shion meant before her face burst into flames. "NO! Nononono it was not like that Otou-san!" She cackled, and in the midst of her little freak-out, she moved her arm and flinched.
"That's why I need the belt." Shion shook his head with a sigh, "Knowing you, you won't be able to keep still." With one smooth movement, Shion pulled off his belt and wrapped it around Satsuki's torso, over the injured arm and tightening it just enough so she couldn't lift it. "There."
"I will be given an explanation," Fugaku crossed his arms. "Aaron, go with Satsuki to the hospital. I will join soon."
A black car was already at the entrance of the estate by the time they reached the front. There were two guards, one was seated in the driver's seat while the other held the door open for their passengers.
Just before they took off, Shion knocked on the window and Aaron rolled it down. "Whatever you do, do not let her move her shoulder." He shot Satsuki a warning look, "If you do, the bone might pierce through the flesh."
"Roger that," Aaron gave a mock salute as he started to roll up the window.
Satsuki shout out the window just before the car took off, "Don't kill him Otou-san!"
Once the vehicle was out of sight, Shion looked to the man behind him who just sighed. "Follow me."
Not wanting to make the situation worse, Shion shrugged and did as he was told. He did not want to be on a hit list again. They walked down halls that were familiar to Shion and entered the room that they had tea in during the last predicament.
Following suit, Shion sat on the floor and stayed alert as Fugaku ordered for some tea to be made. Soon a tray of said tea and a few biscuits were brought in and placed on the table between them.
Fugaku poured himself a cup of green tea and gestured Shion to do the same.
Shion subtly looked in the glass to see if there was anything in it before pouring his own. The cup warmed his hand and the steam was pleasant to breathe in. "I'm getting a sense of deja vu."
Surprisingly, Fugaku cracked a bit of a smile as he looked into his cup and took his first sip, "As am I." His gaze rose to Shion, amusement shown from the quirk of his eyebrow. Shion didn't have his glasses on, just like last time, but this time he could still see. "Relax boy, it's not poisoned."
Shion chuckled, low and throaty, "Well, I couldn't be too sure considering your daughter warned you not to kill me."
Fugaku laughed along, "Ah, I see how that would set you on edge." He set his beverage down, "Now… Back to business. Tell me how this happened." The amusement was gone out of the man's eyes.
"Simply?" Shion scoffed, "She tried to pull a flip kick without being able to do a flip properly. Landed on her head and shoulder which resulted in a break."
"No. From the beginning."
"From when this whole fight started?" Shion swirled the tea in his cup, "I'll try and keep things simple."
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Fugaku stood in front of a door in the hospital and he could hear the telltale laughter of Satsuki inside. Opening the door, the laughter came to a halt as the residence inside looked to him.
"You didn't kill him, did you?"
"No But I know why Hakuba-san was so angry with you."
"Uh, yeah… I may be a little stupid." She fiddled with the thin blankets covering her.
Aaron shot her an intense expression, "Satsuki. You're not stupid. Just…"
"See, you can't even argue against it!" She laughed, but it still hurt.
Fugaku sat at the remaining chair beside her bed, "You have to learn that other people have boundaries, Satsuki."
She was silent for a beat as she looked down, away from the eyes on her. "I learned that the hard way."
At this time, the door opened and a nurse entered the room. "You must be her father. Hijikata-san here will require surgery. Her clavicle is broken cleanly through at an oblique angle and is displaced. As it is now, the bone risks piercing through the skin."
"So I'll get a plate put in?"
"Precisely."
"Will I set off metal detectors at airports?"
The nurse laughed lightly. That was a very common question. "No, the metal will not conduct with those machines."
"When will the surgery take place?"
"We will be able to get her in tonight. It is a simple surgery and will only take a few hours." The nurse looked back to Satsuki who was talking quietly with Aaron. "You will be able to go right home after the procedure."
"Oh…" Inwardly, Satsuki cursed. Damn, I won't miss a day of school.
Being able to read Satsuki like a book, Aaron laughed, "Today's Friday."
Her eyes widened, "Damn it!"
With the signing of papers, the nurse left the room and went back to their duties.
"So did anything else happen?" Satsuki asked her father with curiosity in her eyes.
"Well… Hakuba-san did ask for something." Fugaku stroked his goatee, entirely enjoying how his daughter agonized over his teasing. "He asked if he could spar with our guards. Something about missing the feeling of it all."
"That sounds like him," Aaron nodded.
"I'd say make him a sparring partner for the black belts." Satsuki shivered, "He beat the crap outta me, surely they would put up a better fight than me."
"You did just receive your belt a few weeks ago."
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On the way home, Shion swung by a corner store to grab some groceries. The walk was pleasant. Chilly, but pleasant. The dark clouds were thinning out and the moonlight was just starting to penetrate through the clouds. Exiting the store with another week's worth of milk, Shion looked up to see that the sky was now mostly clear.
The storm has passed.
How fitting.
With nothing else really to do, Shion strolled back to his apartment. The streets were mostly empty at the time. The only sounds that were prominent were the trees rustling in the wind and his footsteps.
Fishing out his keys, Shion narrowed his eyes when he noticed a dim light through his kitchen window. Opening the door, Shion was silent as a mouse. He placed the plastic bag down when a particularly strong gust came to hide the sound. Taking off his shoes, he tiptoed and pressed his back against a wall. He glanced around the corner and saw Kyoya sitting on his couch, reading a book by a dimly lit lamp.
He kept on forgetting to buy lightbulbs.
Sneaking past, Shion grabbed a scented candle and a lighter. He approached with no sound in his steps, and in the same movement of igniting the lighter, Shion spoke.
"It seems I have an intruder."
Kyoya jumped in his seat, heart leaping to his throat. His hand moved to his heart, the shock instantly making him alert.
Lighting the candle, Shion placed it onto the coffee table. "It's late."
With a shaky, stress-filled sigh, Kyoya set the book down. "It is."
Raising an eyebrow, Shion sat down in his chair. "My point is, why are you here?"
Fixing his glasses, Kyoya noticed that Shion didn't have his own on, and stretched his neck, "I could say that I wanted to discuss the coordination of the events coming up. Though my true intention isn't as such." Kyoya took in Shion's appearance. His clothes weren't too out of place, but what Kyoya did notice were the bruises on his knuckles and forearms. Kyoya's eyes lingered on Shion's forearms before moving back to his eyes.
He looked tired.
"I wanted to make sure you were alright."
Shion took in a deep breath and smiled, the classy and fruity scent of black cherries and merlot calming to him. "I am completely fine. Satsuki on the other hand…"
The smirk on Shion's face was disconcerting until he laughed.
"Idiot tried to strike me with a frontflip heel kick," he leaned forward onto his knees, "landed directly on her shoulder and broke her collarbone clean in half."
That brought up a memory deep from the recesses of Kyoya's mind. Way back during the ski trip, he had seen a long scar going across Shion's own collar bone when he was being… seduced.
"Like you did?"
The candlelight made Shion's wide, mismatched eyes flicker with something Kyoya couldn't place. Shion did not expect Kyoya to remember such a minuscule detail.
"Yes," his hand rose up to trace where the scar ran along the bone. He couldn't feel anything on that spot, the area's nerves numb. "Though my cause was not self-inflicted," Shion chuckled.
A smile quirked up on Kyoya as he chuckled along.
"Have you eaten anything?" Shion questioned as he stood up slowly, careful not to aggravate the bruising on his stomach. He was starving. The few crackers he snacked on during his tea time with Fugaku did not sustain him at all.
"Not since lunch."
Humming, Shion thought of what he could make. "I'll whip something together. Don't set your expectations too high."
"Would you like any help?"
Frowning in thought, Shion grinned mischievously, "You know what? Sure." He wanted to know if the rich boy could cook or not. "I'll teach you how to make Schweineschnitzel."
Kyoya wasn't even going to try and pronounce that.
While Shion set up the things needed for the recipe, Kyoya went to wash his hands. When Kyoya came back, the counter was set up with various bowls. The stove had a pan on it and cut pieces of pork were on the cutting board.
"Alright. I hope you don't mind getting your hands dirty."
Following Shion's instructions, Kyoya used a tenderizer to pound and flatten the pork. During that process, Shion checked if the oil in the pan was up to temperature. After that Kyoya was put through the process of breading the meat. Coating both sides of the pork in flour, next was the eggs. The feeling wasn't pleasant, and neither was the feeling of the bread crumbs coating his egg covered fingers.
Shion laughed when Kyoya grimaced.
"Do the same for the next one," Shion directed as he took on the next step. Gently placing the meat in the pan, he fried the pork. When Kyoya finished the next one, Shion also placed that in the pan and flipped the first one.
Once done, he placed the pork on a plate with some paper towel to drain the oil.
"That's classic schnitzel. I like to add a little extra to mine."
Washing his hands, Kyoya observed as Shion prepared the other two pieces of pork and mixed some extra spices into the bread crumbs. The process was quick and by the time Kyoya was drying his hands, Shion had both portions in the pan.
"You're no stranger in the kitchen."
Shion barked a laugh as he set his schnitzel on the plate to drain, "You didn't do too bad yourself." He rummaged through his fridge and grabbed the necessities to toss a simple salad together. "My mom wasn't the greatest of cooks, so my sister and I took turns with dinner duty before she went her own way."
Kyoya blinked, "You have a sister?"
"That I do," Shion went to fix his glasses but forgot that he didn't have them on. "Older sister. She travels around performing and writing articles. Not the most stable of work, but she's happy."
With everything plated, Shion set up the table. It was a small table, but it was about the only thing that the kitchen could fit.
Thanking Shion for the meal, Kyoya tried out this new dish. His eyebrows shot up in surprise—it was simple but delicious. "Isn't this a little heavy for ten at night?"
Shion pointed at the bowl filled with leaves in between them with his fork, "That's what the salad is for." Receiving a bored hum in response, Shion watched as Kyoya took another bite. "That one is a little plain. Want to try some of mine?"
Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, Kyoya frowned, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt." It looked crispier than the plain version, and it was slightly red in colour.
Taking a bite, the slightly charred edges added a smoky flavour. Then the spices spread in his mouth. It tasted good, but by his third bite, he had to reach for his water.
"Not to your tastes?"
Kyoya glared through his bangs, but Shion's smirk only grew larger.
Covering his mouth with his hand, Kyoya coughed lightly, "Too… intense."
"Hmm… I'll keep that in mind."
Finishing their meal, the two of them cleaned up after themselves. Once most of it was done, Shion shooed Kyoya out of the kitchen and made some tea. While he certainly liked coffee more, it was much too late for caffeine.
Kyoya looked up from his phone when Shion entered with some mugs and a teapot.
"Chamomile."
Thanking him with a nod, Kyoya poured himself a cup. Closing his eyes and inhaling, the pleasant smell of the beverage relaxed him. Upon taking his first sip, he noticed that Shion had gotten a deck of cards out of nowhere.
He watched as deft fingers shuffled the deck. A sly look made his heart skip.
Shion fanned the cards out in a straight line on the table, "Care to make a deal with the devil?"
Kyoya set down his tea, "Why not."
Poker wasn't one of the games Kyoya was entirely familiar with, but it was rather straightforward after Shion gave him a run-through of the rules with a mock display. The first few games were slow as Kyoya got into the swing of things.
Things didn't delve into madness too far after.
Kyoya frowned irritably as they both set their cards down on the table. Shion had earned the devilish glare that the club members were so scared of. It was outrageous.
A royal flush.
For the third time.
"You must be cheating."
That frustrated sigh was music to Shion's ears.
Shion chuckled, and the action only seemed to fuel Kyoya's ire, "Some may think it, but it's actually not illegal to count cards." Shuffling the cards one last time, he put the cards away. "I assume you're staying the night? It's past midnight."
"Yes. We do have an English test coming up."
Shion immediately gathered what Kyoya was hinting at and his shoulders shook with mirth, "Is that what you told your family? Scandalous."
"I thought it would suffice." Kyoya smiled as he spoke, the foreign words coming out quite smoothly.
"Ah, yes," Shion nodded and went with the flow. "We were talking in English this whole time. That conversational test will be a breeze for you, Kyoya."
Clearing the table, Shion started to get things ready so they could go to sleep. "Do you need to borrow a pair of pyjamas?"
Kyoya retrieved a bag that he had brought along, "I've got that handled." Making his way to the washroom to change, a yawn escaped him. By the time Kyoya was finished, Shion was just finishing up the blankets for the couch.
With the washroom now free, Shion did his own nighttime routine which included a quick shower and went back to the living room to go to bed. He did not expect to see Kyoya sitting there, waiting for him.
"The same arrangements as last time, you're in my bed." When he didn't get a response, Shion leaned closer, "Kyoya?"
Snapping from his daze, Kyoya blinked, "Pardon?"
Shion gestured behind him, "Same thing as last time, you're not sleeping out here."
"It would have been impolite of me to go to bed without saying goodnight," Kyoya said as he stood up and made his way to Shion's room.
Following Kyoya, Shion stood in the doorway of his room and leaned over to give him a light kiss. His face flushed and Shion smirked, "Well, good night then, Kyoya."
Shion was about to turn and go to bed himself, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him and pulled him back. Resting a hand on Shion's chest, Kyoya reached to kiss once again.
Shion's eyes widened, and it took only a split second for him to snap and deepen the kiss.
Kyoya's back straightened as a hand was tenderly placed on the small of his back, causing a shiver to wrack through him. His heart lept to his throat when he was pulled closer, Shion's grasp strong and firm. Melting into his hold, Kyoya grabbed at the fabric on his back.
A soft moan brought Shion back to reality. Breaking their kiss, a thin strand of saliva connected them before it broke. His stomach twisted when Shion saw the desire in Kyoya's eyes. He hummed, the sound guttural as an amused expression took to his face, "If this keeps up, we won't be sleeping."
Shion straightened and placed a hand on Kyoya's chest, gently, but firmly separating them.
Kyoya was silent as Shion backed off.
"Goodnight Kyoya."
Closing the door, Kyoya leaned against it and sighed. He felt… disappointed.
But before long, a yawn escaped him, and no matter what he felt, his body demanded rest.
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