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 Twenty-Two: Yuki
*** Tossing and turning in the mound of pink cotton and stuffing, the brunette nearly screamed in frustration without a second thought. Grumbling impatiently, which sound more like squeaking due to her high voice, she rolled herself from the pillowy bed and pulled on a robe. On her way down the stairs, the petite teen was nearly assaulted by the owner of the house.
"Tohru, it's so late. What are you doing up?" Shigure whined, his eyes barely open past a crack as he stumbled after her through the narrow hall.
"I can't sleep knowing he's in pain in that tiny hospital room. I NEED to care for Kyou. I hope it didn't hurt his feelings when I left." With her signature watery-eyes, not a single further word was needed to convince the sappy inu. Eyes twinkling at the thought of harassing Kyou again, the otoko burst through the house to Kyou's room, which Hatori had coincidentally been staying in. Within minutes the trio was once more enroute to the hospital. ***
Yuki pressed his slender body into the dominant shounen, allowing all of the neko's arousing touches while continuing his feather-light ministrations down the other's back. After some time had passed, and their affections had not progressed any further, any more daring, the nezumi began tugging at the bows of Kyou's hospital gown. When the first of three untied rather quickly, startling Yuki in his attempt to be subtle, he resolved to hold back for a moment, lest the boy object. The thin blue fabric hung forward rather suggestively, and Yuki invited himself to continue, his body agreeing as he hardened into his partner. The remaining ties were unbound quite hastily, and he helped himself to gently sliding the linen garment forward until only Kyou's arms remained inside. With only one hand still insistently tugging at the gown, Yuki stroked the full length of the neko's bared torso, reveling in the appeal of his cousin's muscular tanned form. "Koishiteru." he whispered, quickly returning to Kyou's tantalizing lips.
Chapter Twenty-Two: Yuki
*** Tossing and turning in the mound of pink cotton and stuffing, the brunette nearly screamed in frustration without a second thought. Grumbling impatiently, which sound more like squeaking due to her high voice, she rolled herself from the pillowy bed and pulled on a robe. On her way down the stairs, the petite teen was nearly assaulted by the owner of the house.
"Tohru, it's so late. What are you doing up?" Shigure whined, his eyes barely open past a crack as he stumbled after her through the narrow hall.
"I can't sleep knowing he's in pain in that tiny hospital room. I NEED to care for Kyou. I hope it didn't hurt his feelings when I left." With her signature watery-eyes, not a single further word was needed to convince the sappy inu. Eyes twinkling at the thought of harassing Kyou again, the otoko burst through the house to Kyou's room, which Hatori had coincidentally been staying in. Within minutes the trio was once more enroute to the hospital. ***
Yuki pressed his slender body into the dominant shounen, allowing all of the neko's arousing touches while continuing his feather-light ministrations down the other's back. After some time had passed, and their affections had not progressed any further, any more daring, the nezumi began tugging at the bows of Kyou's hospital gown. When the first of three untied rather quickly, startling Yuki in his attempt to be subtle, he resolved to hold back for a moment, lest the boy object. The thin blue fabric hung forward rather suggestively, and Yuki invited himself to continue, his body agreeing as he hardened into his partner. The remaining ties were unbound quite hastily, and he helped himself to gently sliding the linen garment forward until only Kyou's arms remained inside. With only one hand still insistently tugging at the gown, Yuki stroked the full length of the neko's bared torso, reveling in the appeal of his cousin's muscular tanned form. "Koishiteru." he whispered, quickly returning to Kyou's tantalizing lips.