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 us,
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 Twelve: Yuki
"If you don't mind, that would be.better," Yuki spoke softly, blushing at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as the one he'd previous known as his rival, his enemy. But Kyou wouldn't try to kill him, or something like that. It appeared to be safe, a little questionable but safe. The standard hospital bed seemed even smaller now, as he cautiously tiptoed towards it, a lump forming in his tensed throat. He sat on the bed at first, facing away from the redhead, not wanting to show this irrational shyness. They were both boys, and cousins at that; what would possibly happen?
The nezumi lay back slowly, surprised at how comfortable the eerily symmetrical bed was. 'This must be costing Shigure a fortune, to have such pleasant, quality care for this baka neko.' Yuki shifted into a comfortable position, not wanting to take any more room than he needed. It was unclear how comfortable the other boy was with this sleeping arrangement. For all he knew, Kyou could be offering simply out of guilt. The dark-haired teen wasn't sure where to put his arms; the most natural position would place them over the neko, but wouldn't it be awkward to wrap his slender arms around the injured boy. 'It could cause him more pain or just seem.kind of.' Yuki's fair skin once again flushed at the unnatural thoughts; it was very unlike the nezumi to act this way. But he had never thought about Kyou this way. If it truly meant nothing, he would have simply done it. But this shounen lying beside him was all the good things in Kyou, not rude, inconsiderate, aggressive, and just plain mean. It was a different feeling from before, and Yuki was so nervous at this.
"This isn't uncomfortable for you, it is?" He questioned, lightly draping one bared, snow-white arm over his cousin and shakily resting his forehead against Kyou's hot, clammy neck.
Chapter Twelve: Yuki
"If you don't mind, that would be.better," Yuki spoke softly, blushing at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as the one he'd previous known as his rival, his enemy. But Kyou wouldn't try to kill him, or something like that. It appeared to be safe, a little questionable but safe. The standard hospital bed seemed even smaller now, as he cautiously tiptoed towards it, a lump forming in his tensed throat. He sat on the bed at first, facing away from the redhead, not wanting to show this irrational shyness. They were both boys, and cousins at that; what would possibly happen?
The nezumi lay back slowly, surprised at how comfortable the eerily symmetrical bed was. 'This must be costing Shigure a fortune, to have such pleasant, quality care for this baka neko.' Yuki shifted into a comfortable position, not wanting to take any more room than he needed. It was unclear how comfortable the other boy was with this sleeping arrangement. For all he knew, Kyou could be offering simply out of guilt. The dark-haired teen wasn't sure where to put his arms; the most natural position would place them over the neko, but wouldn't it be awkward to wrap his slender arms around the injured boy. 'It could cause him more pain or just seem.kind of.' Yuki's fair skin once again flushed at the unnatural thoughts; it was very unlike the nezumi to act this way. But he had never thought about Kyou this way. If it truly meant nothing, he would have simply done it. But this shounen lying beside him was all the good things in Kyou, not rude, inconsiderate, aggressive, and just plain mean. It was a different feeling from before, and Yuki was so nervous at this.
"This isn't uncomfortable for you, it is?" He questioned, lightly draping one bared, snow-white arm over his cousin and shakily resting his forehead against Kyou's hot, clammy neck.