So early in the morning that the sky was still grey streaked with palest blue and pink as the last star faded, Kyo walked the streets. His hands were thrust into his pockets and he moved slowly, as though he was still waking up.
While Kyo walked alone Iori sat with Snox on his lap and a bowl of soup in his hands. Watching the sky lighten over the rim of his bowl the redhead smiled a little. The pain of last night had subsided to a low, sweet ache like sad background music that allowed him to enjoy the beauty of early morning. Snox moved her head quickly, following the flight of a butterfly.
Kyo idly kicked an empty beer can down the street. His bruises and sore muscles throbbed dully, but worse was the sickening remorse that had him up so early. Yesterday he had seen something in Iori's eyes; something terrible. He had seen a flash of knowledge followed by a crushed look that was quickly shuttered and hidden by an opaque blaze of fighting rage. Iori knew that he rejected his love; that he found it distasteful. Though he did not like Iori Kyo could not revel in his despair. Guilt settled on him and coiled about his heart. He cast about for a way to unclench the icy fingers curling around his heart, and his gaze fell on the beer can at his feet.
The sun set in a miraculous display of purple and orange. Iori cast a long shadow as he meandered along the road. Snox sat on his shoulders, tail wrapped loosely at the base of his neck. Iori turned into a narrow passage between two buildings. He felt Snox tense and looked warily about. In a pool of shadows there was a figure, uncharacteristically slumped but still quite recognizable. The background pain rose suddenly, stabbing at Iori's heart and roiling his stomach. Snox leapt from Iori's shoulders as Kyo pushed himself up and approached Iori.
Wahaha, I'll leave you hanging with the miserable woe-is-Kyo guilt chapter. What will a sloshed Kusanagi do next? I hope your next action will be to review this pitiful story. Pleeeeeease?