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 Fourteen: Yuki
Yuki inhaled sharply when the neko had so gently moved his arm; down was not the direction he was aiming to move his limbs. But it would be rude, and much less cozy, to pull away from the injured boy for something so silly. His arm was simply around Kyou's waist, yet the teen felt his stomach flooding with butterflies wanting to vomit forth from the tense enclosure of his stomach (that's a gross image). Squeezing his eyes tight shut while attempting to calm his heavy breathing, he pulled against the other boy to hide his reddening face.
"Sorry to disturb your sleep again, but I just wanted to ask one thing. Why have you not asked anything about yourself, or your life, relatives, friends. It seems strange." The thought confused Yuki. If he were in the redhead's place he would have wanted to know what was forgotten. This really gave the impression that Kyou didn't care. Such restlessness made the nezumi want to toss and turn with his thoughts, but instead he simply held his companion tighter with every disturbing thought. Kyou had become a security blanket, even in his a fragile state.
Yuki could feel his heart pumping in every part of his body, and his milk- white skin tingled with cold and tension. He had slowly shoved most of the blankets atop the neko, out of guilt and concern. It wasn't good to be cold in that condition, besides Yuki fully clothed while the other wore thin hospital garb. Looking carefully enough, one could see Kyou's tanned skin through every part of the pale blue gown, and the flush on Yuki's face quickly spread at this realization.
Chapter Fourteen: Yuki
Yuki inhaled sharply when the neko had so gently moved his arm; down was not the direction he was aiming to move his limbs. But it would be rude, and much less cozy, to pull away from the injured boy for something so silly. His arm was simply around Kyou's waist, yet the teen felt his stomach flooding with butterflies wanting to vomit forth from the tense enclosure of his stomach (that's a gross image). Squeezing his eyes tight shut while attempting to calm his heavy breathing, he pulled against the other boy to hide his reddening face.
"Sorry to disturb your sleep again, but I just wanted to ask one thing. Why have you not asked anything about yourself, or your life, relatives, friends. It seems strange." The thought confused Yuki. If he were in the redhead's place he would have wanted to know what was forgotten. This really gave the impression that Kyou didn't care. Such restlessness made the nezumi want to toss and turn with his thoughts, but instead he simply held his companion tighter with every disturbing thought. Kyou had become a security blanket, even in his a fragile state.
Yuki could feel his heart pumping in every part of his body, and his milk- white skin tingled with cold and tension. He had slowly shoved most of the blankets atop the neko, out of guilt and concern. It wasn't good to be cold in that condition, besides Yuki fully clothed while the other wore thin hospital garb. Looking carefully enough, one could see Kyou's tanned skin through every part of the pale blue gown, and the flush on Yuki's face quickly spread at this realization.