Chapter Thirty-two: Yuki takes a step too close
Smirking at the anxiety of his cousin, Yuki followed after the teen. Just as Kyou turned away, he noticed the crooked and poorly worn tie around the neko's neck. Instinctively he reached out to straighten the garment, leaning close to the other's chest in concentration. It was a difficult task; the only recognizable aspect of the tie was the long, wide piece hanging low past his ribs. This gave the appearance of a rushed attempt, and a soft laugh escaped the nezumi's lips.
"How did you manage this?" he inquired, while completing his mission. Finishing the correction, Yuki smoothed the tie over Kyou's chest and stood up straight. He immediately blushed to find himself mere inches from the other, staring right into the crimson orbs, which pierced his own violet eyes. "Sorry.." The shounen whispered, stepping back to give Kyou comfortable distance.
The slight intimacy of the moment made his blood rush through every vein as if in a race and his head throbbed and spun in confusion. For those few seconds Yuki completely forgot about class, and school in general. He ignored that they were in public, that anyone could see them. Inching forward, the gray-haired boy's arms moved unnoticed around his companion's unmoving form. Breaking eye contact, he thought about what he was about to do, that if someone they knew saw this he would be completely unable to explain his actions. But the blood pumping through his quivering body and the hormones controlling even the slightest movement would not allow him to stop. With a hand grasping the back of Kyou's head, pulling him forward, Yuki moved in and took the redhead's lips in a sudden kiss. The proceeding thoughts of embarrassment overwhelmed, and he turned away to hide the scarlet glow of his cheeks. His arms dropped beside him, trembling involuntarily.
"I'm sorry."
Smirking at the anxiety of his cousin, Yuki followed after the teen. Just as Kyou turned away, he noticed the crooked and poorly worn tie around the neko's neck. Instinctively he reached out to straighten the garment, leaning close to the other's chest in concentration. It was a difficult task; the only recognizable aspect of the tie was the long, wide piece hanging low past his ribs. This gave the appearance of a rushed attempt, and a soft laugh escaped the nezumi's lips.
"How did you manage this?" he inquired, while completing his mission. Finishing the correction, Yuki smoothed the tie over Kyou's chest and stood up straight. He immediately blushed to find himself mere inches from the other, staring right into the crimson orbs, which pierced his own violet eyes. "Sorry.." The shounen whispered, stepping back to give Kyou comfortable distance.
The slight intimacy of the moment made his blood rush through every vein as if in a race and his head throbbed and spun in confusion. For those few seconds Yuki completely forgot about class, and school in general. He ignored that they were in public, that anyone could see them. Inching forward, the gray-haired boy's arms moved unnoticed around his companion's unmoving form. Breaking eye contact, he thought about what he was about to do, that if someone they knew saw this he would be completely unable to explain his actions. But the blood pumping through his quivering body and the hormones controlling even the slightest movement would not allow him to stop. With a hand grasping the back of Kyou's head, pulling him forward, Yuki moved in and took the redhead's lips in a sudden kiss. The proceeding thoughts of embarrassment overwhelmed, and he turned away to hide the scarlet glow of his cheeks. His arms dropped beside him, trembling involuntarily.
"I'm sorry."