Title: A fight to Remember
Authors: Purrmeow and Krys
Rating: R (the first few chapters won't seem like it.)
Disclaimer: The characters in this story obviously do not belong to use, because if they did we would likely be rich and not be writing a fan fiction, which makes us no money. This story is currently being written in the format of RPing (role playing) between us, the two authors. To make the shifts in POV clearer, each reply will be a separate chapter labeled with the narrating character. This plot takes place just after where the TV series leaves off. *Note: ~ will be used to indicate flashbacks and * to indicate a shift to the POV of others characters, such as Tohru or Shigure.
Chapter One: Kyou
The tension that drenched the two was so thick it couldn't even be scratched by
a clever, acting as an invisible force field to block outsiders. His heart beat
so loud, and so frequently, Kyou thought Yuki could even hear the bongo-like
rhythm of the organ. Throwing a fist, heavily and tightly clenched, Kyou
attacked the mouse with all the anger he'd concealed since the transformation.
However, Yuki's tender fists attacked with a potent rage; for once, the mouse
had thrown the first punch. He'd only done that once before. The pure
realization that he was lasting, all out, against the 'great Yuki' left him
quivering with anticipation. To think, it took so little to bring the calm and
collected mouse over the edge.
~~~~~ The warm rays of the midday sun massaged his tanned skin, and the fresh
breeze tousled his vibrant orange locks. The roof panel creaked uneasily to his
left, and his crimson eyes shot towards the pale dressings of his mousy cousin.
Upon instinct he glared, narrowed eyes glued to the approaching mouse
accusingly. "What do you want?" his deep tone barely whispered over the hollow
howl of the passing breeze (I'd say wind, but you would fall to the floor
laughing) "Hiru-gohan, baka neko." Kyou could swear that sounded like some form
of instigation; either way, it got his blood pumping, and he stood.
"You think you're so high and mighty, 'Prince Yuki'," he motioned sarcastically
with both his voice and fingers. "Always pushing people away, like you're better
than them. You don't even deserve Tohru." It was then that the brick-like fist
of the mouse cracked across his jaw, and his mouth slammed shut. The fight had
begun. ~~~~~~
Yuki's arm blocked Kyou's sailing fist, throwing the neko back a few feet. His
chest heaved as he turned flaming, menacing eyes on his attacker. Instinct
guiding his actions, he lunged at Yuki with his full weight, fists drawn back,
preparing a rock hard punch.
Authors: Purrmeow and Krys
Rating: R (the first few chapters won't seem like it.)
Disclaimer: The characters in this story obviously do not belong to use, because if they did we would likely be rich and not be writing a fan fiction, which makes us no money. This story is currently being written in the format of RPing (role playing) between us, the two authors. To make the shifts in POV clearer, each reply will be a separate chapter labeled with the narrating character. This plot takes place just after where the TV series leaves off. *Note: ~ will be used to indicate flashbacks and * to indicate a shift to the POV of others characters, such as Tohru or Shigure.
Chapter One: Kyou
The tension that drenched the two was so thick it couldn't even be scratched by
a clever, acting as an invisible force field to block outsiders. His heart beat
so loud, and so frequently, Kyou thought Yuki could even hear the bongo-like
rhythm of the organ. Throwing a fist, heavily and tightly clenched, Kyou
attacked the mouse with all the anger he'd concealed since the transformation.
However, Yuki's tender fists attacked with a potent rage; for once, the mouse
had thrown the first punch. He'd only done that once before. The pure
realization that he was lasting, all out, against the 'great Yuki' left him
quivering with anticipation. To think, it took so little to bring the calm and
collected mouse over the edge.
~~~~~ The warm rays of the midday sun massaged his tanned skin, and the fresh
breeze tousled his vibrant orange locks. The roof panel creaked uneasily to his
left, and his crimson eyes shot towards the pale dressings of his mousy cousin.
Upon instinct he glared, narrowed eyes glued to the approaching mouse
accusingly. "What do you want?" his deep tone barely whispered over the hollow
howl of the passing breeze (I'd say wind, but you would fall to the floor
laughing) "Hiru-gohan, baka neko." Kyou could swear that sounded like some form
of instigation; either way, it got his blood pumping, and he stood.
"You think you're so high and mighty, 'Prince Yuki'," he motioned sarcastically
with both his voice and fingers. "Always pushing people away, like you're better
than them. You don't even deserve Tohru." It was then that the brick-like fist
of the mouse cracked across his jaw, and his mouth slammed shut. The fight had
begun. ~~~~~~
Yuki's arm blocked Kyou's sailing fist, throwing the neko back a few feet. His
chest heaved as he turned flaming, menacing eyes on his attacker. Instinct
guiding his actions, he lunged at Yuki with his full weight, fists drawn back,
preparing a rock hard punch.