Here's another chapter. I wasn't really expecting it, but it happened. It's even shorter than the first one. I'm sorry. I think there's gonna be a third, and that will probably be longer. Anyway, chapter two:
Kyo groaned and leaned back against the wall, blood running from the corners of his mouth. More blood clotted in his hair, plastering it to his forehead and his hands were covered in crimson. Another hellish fight with Iori. He knew the man loved him. Every time he came close he could see it in Iori's eyes; feel it in the way his attacks sometimes brutally mocked lovers' caresses. Something in Kyo screamed that this wasn't fair, it was not right that Iori should know the torture of loving a mortal enemy. Most of Kyo, though, simply shuddered in revulsion at the thought.
Kyo rubbed a hand across his cheek, leaving a sticky smear. Iori Yagami. Product of the opposing clan. Destructive demon. A worthy opponent, yes, but love? The closest he could come was horrified pity whenever he so clearly read the amour and anguish in Iori's countenance.
Kyo pushed himself painfully away from the wall and began his slightly unsteady way home. Best to leave the place where drops and tiny puddles of blood mingled, minutely sizzling with power as the blood of the clans ran together. The concept sent an electric shiver up Kyo's spine. If this thought occurred to Iori would it please him?
Absorbed in musings Kyo nearly blundered into a tree. Water had collected in the shallow depression around the tree's base and the young fighter saw his reflection in the rippling surface. He looked a fright; blood was smeared and crusted across his face, his hair was disordered and his clothes were torn. He wiped away some of the blood still trickling from his nose and was struck by a thought: Does Iori feel this way inside after our fights? He banished such musings from his head and pushed on homewards. To think of that one loving him was too much.
Sorry this one was so short and sucky. The truth is I don't really like Kyo and I wasn't that inspired. A thousand apologies. I'll try to make the rest of my work better.