Wet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own anybody, these creations are the legal property SNK, and I cannot take any credit for them.
Notes: Be warned, ye who reads. This is yaoi! If you do not like it, do not read it. Also, I know this is rather cliché, but in defense I say it's cliché because it's good. Finally, I know the cat's name is somewhat odd, but I couldn't think of any better and I was taking the advice of... a friend (and then I typed it wrong and liked the result). On with the fic!
Iori Yagami flopped on his bed. The springs groaned, eliciting a scowl from the red haired fighter. He ached all over. Couldn't he destroy Kyo and be done with it? No, no he couldn't. For if he did in his rival he would be forever haunted by that action. He turned moodily onto his stomach. "Why?" he moaned into the mattress. Why did—a sudden weight on his back cut off his thoughts, not to mention the dagger sharp claws digging into his skin. "Snox," he sighed, batting at the tabby with one hand, earning a mew of disapproval. "Fine." He turned over, Snox somehow managing not to change position. Iori reached down and pulled the cat up to his chest. She rubbed her head against him, tickling his nose with long whiskers. He laughed sadly and softly, scratching along Snox's back. She purred and started to knead, flexing and contracting white furred paws. "Ow. Ow, Snox!" he chided, picking up his cat and moving her off his chest. Little puncture marks showed red on his exposed skin. He wiped one finger over them and put it to his mouth. The salty taste of his own blood made him sigh. He looked over at Snox, who was licking her paw and wiping it over her ear in the immeasurably cute way of felines. "You're right Snox. A bath."
Iori slipped off the bed and fairly staggered to the bathroom. He ran hot water and while he waited for the bathtub to fill he amused himself by touching his fingers lightly to the furs on the tips of Snox's ears so that she twitched them furiously. When she left with an irritable flick of her tail, Iori simply lay back with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling pondering. How had he come to this torment? Why did his heart, the organ that pumped his Orochi blood, have to be drawn to such a one? Why must he love the one he was sworn to destroy? He abruptly remembered his bath and got up, crossing quickly and arriving just in time to keep the tub from overflowing. He breathed a sigh of relief, then snarled under his breath, "Damn you Archimedes." He would displace a considerable amount of water. He rubbed at his eyes, shaking his head. He would clean up later.
He yanked off his clothes, casting them in a corner and got slowly into the bathtub. Slowly because it hurt to move and because the water was nearly scalding. He realized that his collar was still on, so he reached up to his throat and fumbled with the clasp. Sliding it from around his neck he tossed the collar gently so that it landed beyond the puddle around the tub. Iori leaned back and ducked his head under water. It would be nice to stay here forever: warm and wet, not having even to breathe. Eventually though he resurfaced, shining droplets of water sliding off strands of scarlet hair in front of blue eyes. He picked up a bottle of shampoo and squeezed it onto his upturned palm in a spiral. Snox pushed open the bathroom door and stared at her human with a mystified, condescending expression that clearly conveyed how she would never understand the wont of humans to sit in water for long periods of time. "That's not the strangest thing you should wonder about concerning humans," Iori told his tabby as he rubbed shampoo through his hair. Snox's amber gaze turned to a small spider on the opposite wall that seemed to interest her just as much, if not more, than human affairs of the heart.
Iori submerged his head again. Would that he could wash away other things so easily as these suds; his vengeance, his love, his guilt... As though trying to scrub away such problems he moved a heavily soaped washcloth over his body. Reaching to get at the center of his back, he wondered what it would be like to do this for Kyo. Soapy caresses and hot water...WHY? He threw down the washcloth; laid back again to rinse off his back, drained the tub, and got out. Not bothering to dress or even dry off beyond a perfunctory brush with a towel he crawled between the sheets and silently cried himself to sleep.
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