Right. Left.
Right. Left.
Right. Left.

Touya's mind felt like it was going to fall apart. He wanted to
think of something, anything, than what Yuki had done to him, but he
couldn't think of anything but running. So he ran.

He ran up to the bike rack and vaulted it one-handed, landing
without breaking his stride and continuing back into the streets.

Right. Left.
Right. Left.
Right. Left.



Tomoyo walked slowly down the street, camera to eye, filming the
wall she was walking beside. Although she loved to film Sakura, she knew
that realistically she was going to need to film a number of different
things to make a movie, and one of those was interesting backgrounds. So,
from time to time, she would go out and randomly wander the streets, filming
possible locations for her first movie.

She wasn't sure if her first movie was going to be a fantasy movie
(with special effects courtesy of Sakura) or a drama, but she suspected a
drama would be better. The pool of possible actors who already knew about
Sakura's powers were small, and although the thought of dressing Sakura up
to play every one of the characters was tempting, she didn't think that was
wise.

Hearing someone running up, she turned around, and saw Touya looming
large in the viewfinder.

WHAM. The two of them went down in a tangle of limbs. Tomoyo lay
under Sakura's brother for a moment, winded, and then checked her camera.
She had held it up and out of the way, so it was fine. Then she checked
Touya.

Touya had apparently bumped his head against the ground, and was out
cold. On his face was the most odd expression: a mixture of fear and
desire. Looking around for any witnesses, she quickly filmed it for a few
moments before pulling out her cellphone and pressing the button to summon
her bodyguards. They did her the courtesy of remaining out of sight, and
she did them the courtesy of calling them when needed.

Janice and Mitaka almost immediately appeared from around the
corner, and after checking her out (she was fine, she told them, but they
were paid enough to make sure) they checked out poor Touya, who apparently
would be fine in a few moments. "Should we take him home?"

Touya still had that odd expression on his face. "No," Tomoyo said,
her voice trailing off speculatively. "Let's take him to the house."

"Yes, ma'am."



Touya felt his head swimming, and opened his eyes slightly. The
light in the room had been dimmed, but it still smarted a bit. "what?"

"You're awake," a soft voice said happily. "Here, drink some of
this." A cup was pressed to his lips. After a sip or two, he realized it
was tea. "Mother?"

"I think not," an amused voice that he then pegged as Sakura's
friend Tomoya spoke. "But Sakura's shown me pictures, so I think I'll take
that as a compliment."

Touya tried to sit up, and as his eyes finished adjusting, realized
that they were in a nicely appointed room. Expensive, but not ostentacious.
"Where?"

"After we collided, I thought it would be best to bring you back to
my place. You looked... odd."

He blinked, and then the events of the day rushed back to him.
"Yukito!" He winced as the sudden movement hurt.

"Yukito?" Tomoyo sat down across from him, and picked up her own cup.

Touya nodded, and then bit his lip.

Tomoyo watched Touya, facinated. So similar to Sakura. "If you need
someone to talk to - I promice I won't tell anyone else." She held out her
pinky to him.

He looked at the finger, and then up at Tomoyo. On the one hand, he
didn't want anyone to know what had happened. On the other hand, he'd go
nuts if he didn't get this out of his head. Hesitantly he reached out with
his own hand, and wrapped his pinky around hers, remembering doing this when
he was younger.

Tomoyo smiled, and poured him more tea.




He explained in soft tones what had happened, his tea forgotten to
cool in front of him. He started at the beginning of the day, Tomoyo's
smile at her friend's early morning antics intreguing him, glossing over
classes and picking up at the meeting in the park. "And then I ran."

Tomoyo tilted her head to the side, slightly, supporting her head
with her hand delicately cupping her chin. "Why?"

Touya blinked. "Because he kissed me."

"No, I mean, why did kissing you make you run away?"

Touya opened his mouth. And stopped. It wasn't because it was
unpleasant. For a moment there, he'd felt joyfully warm inside. And
then...

Tomoyo took a sip of tea, and watched him think. "Are you mad at
him?"

He shook his head. "No." And he wasn't. "I was... scared."

"Of what?"

"Of people. What they'd say to us. What they'd do. Manga is one
thing, but real living gay couples... he could get hurt."

Tomoyo smiled. "He could get hurt?"

Touya looked back, and nodded. He wasn't really worried about
himself. He was worried what raw hatred could do to his fragile friend.
"I... wasn't scared *of* him. I was scared... *for* him." The words came
out with a gentle sense of wonder about them, as if he had just opened a
closet door and found instead a hidden room. "I need to use your phone!"

Tomoyo nodded, and tossed him her own. He called Yuki's number.

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Click. "Hello, this is Tsukishiro Yukito. I am not in now because
I am chasing, or being chased by, bats. Please leave a message, and I'll
return your call when one of us is returned to our cage." BEEEP.

Touya looked at the phone blankly. He really liked - no, loved - his
friend, but sometimes Yuki's sense of humor escaped him. "Ah, home!" He
quickly dialed his own phone number.

Ring.
Click. "Hello, Kinomoto residence!"

"Hi, Sakura. Have you seen Yuki?"

"Nnn! He's about to leave. He brought your bike by. What
happened? He seems really sad, and won't say why!"

"Ah... my fault. Look, keep him there so I can apologize, okay?"

"Touya no baka! Yeah, I'll keep him here."

He hung up, and tossed Tomoyo the phone. "I gotta go."

She grinned at him warmly. "Go, then. I'll see you later. Good
luck."

She watched him run from the room, and then sighed wistfully. "I
hope things go better with Sakura."



Six breathless minutes later, he tore up the street to his house,
where he saw Yuki listlessly leaning against their front porch. "Yuki!"

Yuki jumped, and turned to see him, and a ghost of a smile floated
across Yuki's face before it fell again. "I brought you your bike." He
gave a deep bow. "I'm sorry for what I did."

Touya ran up, and had to grab his knees and gasp for air for a
minute. "No... wait... let... me...."

A smile struggled out of Yuki's dour expression again, but fled just
as fast. "Breathe."

Touya nodded, and after a moment straightened up. "Come on inside.
We need to talk."

Yuki followed him inside, and Touya saw him hesitate as he grabbed
the boy's hand and pulled him up to his room. The door safely shut, Yuki
tried to apologize again.

"Stop!" Touya held up his hand. "I apologize. You... gave me
something, and I dropped it and ran away. I'm sorry."

Yuki blinked.

Touya sat on his bed. "I... paniced. I was afraid, and I ran away."

"Afraid of what I did?"

Touya shook his head. "No. Not really. Afraid of what it meant.
The change between us, and what it would mean when others found out. What
other people might do to you."

Yuki smiled softly, and the smile decided to stay. "But To-ya, I
already thought about that, before I kissed you. It's alright. I'll be
alright."

Touya smiled back. "I worry about you sometimes. You seem so
fragile at times."

"I'm not so fragile, To-ya. Let me risk it."

He stood, and looked at his friend. A step, and he wrapped his arms
around him. A kiss, and he was wrapped in Yuki's love.

Time stopped.

And then a thought occoured to him, and he broke the kiss gently.
"Just one thing I want to know."

"Yes, To-ya?"

"How the devil did you get the bike lock open?"

[OOC: The most annoying thing about writing same-sex relationship scenes is
the inability to tell the participants apart with pronouns. Please
comment!]