[I don't own Furuba and the whole nine yards. I'm so sick of writing that.
::sigh::] [Slight yaoi. ::some run, some drool:: It's actually tasteful,
though] [I'll write more if fancy strikes me but as of now, I'm quite a bit
stuck]
Nothing to Prove
"Kuso nezumi!" Kyou frantically spit the leek all over the ground. Tohru danced around him, nervously hinting to go spit in the sink instead.
"Can't you think of a better way to insult me, baka neko?" Yuki responded, collected as ever.
"You'll pay for that!" Kyou lunged himself at Yuki before Tohru had a chance to stop them. Yuki cleverly dodged the punch and every one that followed it. At one attempt, he caught Kyou's fist in the air and twisted his arm. Kyou spun around, aiming with his other fist. Yuki caught that as well and gracefully kicked Kyou about ten feet past, or rather through, the door. Worried, Tohru made her way towards him to make sure he was alright.
"Yuki-kun," Shigure mumbled from behind his newspaper, "next time you throw Kyou, would you please make sure that the door is open already? It is very tiresome to have to fix it all the time."
"Don't worry. Next time I'll just strangle him instead," Yuki responded and turned his attention to the scene outside. Kyou was ineffectively trying to lift himself up and Tohru knelt by him, consoling him upon every turn. Yuki's eyes narrowed and he mumbled, "Why does she have to be so concerned all the time?"
"Do I sense a hint of jealousy?" Shigure folded his newspaper and turned his attention to Yuki.
A sweatdrop appeared on Yuki's forehead. "You weren't supposed to hear that."
"Enhanced hearing, you know," Shigure said and winked at him. Dog ears appeared on his head and he wiggled them around a bit.
At this point Kyou managed to sit up and Tohru was desperately apologizing for something. "And why does she always think everything is her fault?" Yuki pointed out, this time purposely loud enough for Shigure to hear. Shigure didn't respond. He only sighed and watched the scene outside along with Yuki.
Suddenly, a new figure appeared in the picture. Haru strolled up to Kyou and Tohru, apparently out of nowhere.
"Black or White?" Shigure asked Yuki, seemingly making a bet. Haru then laughed and kicked Kyou back to the ground.
Yuki narrowed his eyes. "Black," he said flatly and made his way to them.
"Baka neko, looks like you were bothering my Yuki-kun again. You'll just never learn," Haru smirked, one large boot firmly placed on Kyou's chest. Unable to think of what to do, Tohru confused herself into a bewildered daze.
"Haru," Yuki called from behind him. Haru immediately turned his attention to him, but hadn't completely forgotten about the cat.
He kept his foot decisively on Kyou's chest as he spoke to Yuki. "Aren't you glad to see me?"
Predictably, Yuki avoided the question. "Is there something you need?"
"Only you," Haru said and his voice lowered to a new level of creepiness. He gently moved his palm across Yuki's face and down to the collar of his shirt. Tohru let out a small eep, slowly returning to herself.
Yuki pulled away, looking cross. He scrunched his eyebrows and sighed a frustrated sigh. "B-Haru permits himself a little much sometimes," he remarked.
Haru frowned. In some sort of strange attempt at an apology, he grabbed Yuki's arm. At that point, Kyou decided that he wasn't content with being a doormat anymore and twisted Haru's leg around. Afraid to loose his balance, Haru grabbed onto Yuki's sleeve and ripped it just a bit. Yuki didn't seem even the least bit upset.
"It's alright, Sohma-kun!" Tohru lifted herself off the ground and immediately examined the rip. "I can fix it in no time!"
"That's very generous of you," Yuki smiled at her, but had no real intention of having her mend his shirt. "I'll go change out of it," he announced and walked back into the house.
Yuki closed the door behind himself and rummaged through his closet for a replacement. When one was found, he smoothed it out on his bed. He unbuttoned the damaged shirt and slipped it off. Maybe he would have Tohru mend it after all, he decided while examining the rip; it was one of his favorite shirts. He neatly folded it up and placed it on the corner of his bed.
"I'm glad you feel comfortable undressing in front of me."
Yuki sighed, frustrated, and turned his attention to the entrance of his room. Haru stood perched up against the door. He hadn't even heard him come in.
"How long have you been standing there?" Yuki asked and pulled on the new shirt.
"Not nearly long enough," Haru replied, obviously still in Black form. He never acted this forward otherwise. He took a couple of brave steps towards Yuki and smiled at him.
"You allowed yourself too much today," Yuki commented, half way through with buttoning up his shirt.
Haru sighed. "It's not fair," he pouted and removed Yuki's hands from finishing the buttons. He suddenly decided to kiss him and did so. Not seductively, softly and just barely touching his lips. Yuki did nothing at all to prevent this.
"Now what is the difference between doing that here or out there?" Haru, asked and gave Yuki some space to finish the buttons.
Yuki didn't respond for a moment, thinking about how to say what was on his mind. "You know the difference as well as I do," he finally replied.
"I know, I know.. 'others will not understand', as you always tell me." Haru sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"They wouldn't see that kiss the same way as we do. Ever since we were small, it was just a symbol of comfort to let the other know that he's not alone. The world sees it differently," Yuki explained and sat down next to him. He knew that Haru was only afraid of being left behind. They had shared very similar fears over the years.
"If we only explained and gave them a chance to understand," Haru said, originally planning to add more to that. His mind went blank for a possible outcome.
"Does it really matter, Haru?" Yuki began, bringing up another good point. "It doesn't matter if the others understand or not. It's just for us. When I first kissed you, you were so sad. They were picking on you again and all I wanted to do was to show you that you're never alone."
"You said that no matter how strange everyone thinks we are, we can always be strange together," Haru remembered, returning back to his more collected form.
"It's still like that. That's our way of making sure that it will always be like that."
"I think you saved me that day," Haru smiled at him.
"I think the kiss became somewhat of a habit, didn't it?"
"I guess so."
"There's nothing we have to prove to the world," Yuki said as a final thought and stood up. He kissed Haru's cheek and walked out of the room.
Nothing to Prove
"Kuso nezumi!" Kyou frantically spit the leek all over the ground. Tohru danced around him, nervously hinting to go spit in the sink instead.
"Can't you think of a better way to insult me, baka neko?" Yuki responded, collected as ever.
"You'll pay for that!" Kyou lunged himself at Yuki before Tohru had a chance to stop them. Yuki cleverly dodged the punch and every one that followed it. At one attempt, he caught Kyou's fist in the air and twisted his arm. Kyou spun around, aiming with his other fist. Yuki caught that as well and gracefully kicked Kyou about ten feet past, or rather through, the door. Worried, Tohru made her way towards him to make sure he was alright.
"Yuki-kun," Shigure mumbled from behind his newspaper, "next time you throw Kyou, would you please make sure that the door is open already? It is very tiresome to have to fix it all the time."
"Don't worry. Next time I'll just strangle him instead," Yuki responded and turned his attention to the scene outside. Kyou was ineffectively trying to lift himself up and Tohru knelt by him, consoling him upon every turn. Yuki's eyes narrowed and he mumbled, "Why does she have to be so concerned all the time?"
"Do I sense a hint of jealousy?" Shigure folded his newspaper and turned his attention to Yuki.
A sweatdrop appeared on Yuki's forehead. "You weren't supposed to hear that."
"Enhanced hearing, you know," Shigure said and winked at him. Dog ears appeared on his head and he wiggled them around a bit.
At this point Kyou managed to sit up and Tohru was desperately apologizing for something. "And why does she always think everything is her fault?" Yuki pointed out, this time purposely loud enough for Shigure to hear. Shigure didn't respond. He only sighed and watched the scene outside along with Yuki.
Suddenly, a new figure appeared in the picture. Haru strolled up to Kyou and Tohru, apparently out of nowhere.
"Black or White?" Shigure asked Yuki, seemingly making a bet. Haru then laughed and kicked Kyou back to the ground.
Yuki narrowed his eyes. "Black," he said flatly and made his way to them.
"Baka neko, looks like you were bothering my Yuki-kun again. You'll just never learn," Haru smirked, one large boot firmly placed on Kyou's chest. Unable to think of what to do, Tohru confused herself into a bewildered daze.
"Haru," Yuki called from behind him. Haru immediately turned his attention to him, but hadn't completely forgotten about the cat.
He kept his foot decisively on Kyou's chest as he spoke to Yuki. "Aren't you glad to see me?"
Predictably, Yuki avoided the question. "Is there something you need?"
"Only you," Haru said and his voice lowered to a new level of creepiness. He gently moved his palm across Yuki's face and down to the collar of his shirt. Tohru let out a small eep, slowly returning to herself.
Yuki pulled away, looking cross. He scrunched his eyebrows and sighed a frustrated sigh. "B-Haru permits himself a little much sometimes," he remarked.
Haru frowned. In some sort of strange attempt at an apology, he grabbed Yuki's arm. At that point, Kyou decided that he wasn't content with being a doormat anymore and twisted Haru's leg around. Afraid to loose his balance, Haru grabbed onto Yuki's sleeve and ripped it just a bit. Yuki didn't seem even the least bit upset.
"It's alright, Sohma-kun!" Tohru lifted herself off the ground and immediately examined the rip. "I can fix it in no time!"
"That's very generous of you," Yuki smiled at her, but had no real intention of having her mend his shirt. "I'll go change out of it," he announced and walked back into the house.
Yuki closed the door behind himself and rummaged through his closet for a replacement. When one was found, he smoothed it out on his bed. He unbuttoned the damaged shirt and slipped it off. Maybe he would have Tohru mend it after all, he decided while examining the rip; it was one of his favorite shirts. He neatly folded it up and placed it on the corner of his bed.
"I'm glad you feel comfortable undressing in front of me."
Yuki sighed, frustrated, and turned his attention to the entrance of his room. Haru stood perched up against the door. He hadn't even heard him come in.
"How long have you been standing there?" Yuki asked and pulled on the new shirt.
"Not nearly long enough," Haru replied, obviously still in Black form. He never acted this forward otherwise. He took a couple of brave steps towards Yuki and smiled at him.
"You allowed yourself too much today," Yuki commented, half way through with buttoning up his shirt.
Haru sighed. "It's not fair," he pouted and removed Yuki's hands from finishing the buttons. He suddenly decided to kiss him and did so. Not seductively, softly and just barely touching his lips. Yuki did nothing at all to prevent this.
"Now what is the difference between doing that here or out there?" Haru, asked and gave Yuki some space to finish the buttons.
Yuki didn't respond for a moment, thinking about how to say what was on his mind. "You know the difference as well as I do," he finally replied.
"I know, I know.. 'others will not understand', as you always tell me." Haru sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"They wouldn't see that kiss the same way as we do. Ever since we were small, it was just a symbol of comfort to let the other know that he's not alone. The world sees it differently," Yuki explained and sat down next to him. He knew that Haru was only afraid of being left behind. They had shared very similar fears over the years.
"If we only explained and gave them a chance to understand," Haru said, originally planning to add more to that. His mind went blank for a possible outcome.
"Does it really matter, Haru?" Yuki began, bringing up another good point. "It doesn't matter if the others understand or not. It's just for us. When I first kissed you, you were so sad. They were picking on you again and all I wanted to do was to show you that you're never alone."
"You said that no matter how strange everyone thinks we are, we can always be strange together," Haru remembered, returning back to his more collected form.
"It's still like that. That's our way of making sure that it will always be like that."
"I think you saved me that day," Haru smiled at him.
"I think the kiss became somewhat of a habit, didn't it?"
"I guess so."
"There's nothing we have to prove to the world," Yuki said as a final thought and stood up. He kissed Haru's cheek and walked out of the room.