Chapter Fourty-one: Kyou,
Sorry abou the wait everyone, but Krys usually updates this fic, and her computer broke only recently, so I'll post this chapter. Review!!!
One part of Kyou wanted to reach out and slap the stupid rat, for
taking advantage of him when he had no memory, and now when he was too weak
to retaliate with his usual vengeance; yet another part wanted nothing
more than to continue, teenage hormones already firing up. If what Yuki
said was true, than he had not only shared a very intimate moment with his
worst enemy, but he had also lost his first kiss to that faggot! (Sorry his
thoughts are so harsh, but I'm trying really hard to capture the neko
boy here, and it truly is difficult)
It was odd, how they miraculously fit together, their lips melding
perfectly, like yin and yan, but at the same time, Kyou was disgusted
at himself for allowing it to continue as long as it had. He tried to
focus on that one part, the part of him that had always taken control, and to
throw the nezumi away from him.
Yuki was just toying with him! Kyou was sure of it. No one had ever
said that phrase to him, those three simple words, and truly meant it; not
even his own mother! It was infuriating! To think that the other had run
out of ways to beat the neko, and was now resorting to other, more physical
forms,of demeaning the redhead. Finding strength through the insult, a hard tanned palm slapped Yuki away, the sound of impact echoing on the walls,
Sorry abou the wait everyone, but Krys usually updates this fic, and her computer broke only recently, so I'll post this chapter. Review!!!
One part of Kyou wanted to reach out and slap the stupid rat, for
taking advantage of him when he had no memory, and now when he was too weak
to retaliate with his usual vengeance; yet another part wanted nothing
more than to continue, teenage hormones already firing up. If what Yuki
said was true, than he had not only shared a very intimate moment with his
worst enemy, but he had also lost his first kiss to that faggot! (Sorry his
thoughts are so harsh, but I'm trying really hard to capture the neko
boy here, and it truly is difficult)
It was odd, how they miraculously fit together, their lips melding
perfectly, like yin and yan, but at the same time, Kyou was disgusted
at himself for allowing it to continue as long as it had. He tried to
focus on that one part, the part of him that had always taken control, and to
throw the nezumi away from him.
Yuki was just toying with him! Kyou was sure of it. No one had ever
said that phrase to him, those three simple words, and truly meant it; not
even his own mother! It was infuriating! To think that the other had run
out of ways to beat the neko, and was now resorting to other, more physical
forms,of demeaning the redhead. Finding strength through the insult, a hard tanned palm slapped Yuki away, the sound of impact echoing on the walls,