A/N: Wow, we're so near the end of this arc already. . time sure flies when
you're having fun.
This chapter is dedicated to my first ever "real life" reviewer, Nabbie. Happy (early) Birthday! ^^ (I want your Gravitation DVD!! Kidding.)
Shaynie: Er, please forgive my ignorance (- . -u) but who's Nibiki?
Literary Eagle: Hey, I've been waiting for your original fic. . . .*pouts* Have you put it up yet?
Lil Yaoi Kitten: Ah, moving is such a traumatic, tiring experience. Shall I send Akuma over to help? :P He's great at destroying stuff you don't need. And making a living hell of your life too! ^^
Warning:. . . . . na no da! Ohohohoho!
Note: All lines beginning and ending with the symbol '~' are lyrics.
Disclaimer: The story, OCs and such belongs to me, the YnM universe to Youko Matsushita! The song is Daniel Bedingfield's "If You're Not The One". It's starting to become the theme song for this fic, have you noticed?
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CHAPTER 8: Because you're so special
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He didn't really notice the cake box sliding out from his suddenly nerveless fingers. Nor did he hear the soft, squishy sound of the cake meeting its untimely end on the cold floor. He didn't notice either, the buzz and chatter of the students filing past behind him, going about their day with no other cares or worries.
He did notice though, that Takashi and Hikaru had stopped kissing. And that Takashi was staring at him. So was Hikaru. Hmm. Right.
He smiled. "Sorry to just barge in on you like that."
He heard somebody protesting, calling him back, but he ignored it. He walked off, melting into the flow of chattering, laughing, indifferent humanity with his eyes fixed firmly ahead. He had gone on for not more than a few paces though, when somebody grabbed his hand. He stopped in his tracks and turned an incurious gaze around.
It was Takashi.
He nodded a greeting. "Sensei." An eyebrow lifted in polite enquiry for him to remove his hand but the sensei ignored him, looking anxiously into his face.
"Kyo, it's not what you think! I mean, that wa-"
"Let go of me," his voice was soft, barely more than a whisper but it stopped the sensei with all the force of a train. Green eyes widened and a look of desperation crossed his face.
"Kyo! Please-"
Again, he was broken off, this time, by another student shouting for him.
"Sensei!" the boy waved from the end of the hall even as he ran up to them. "Sensei! Quick!" the boy gasped out. Kyo recognized him as a reserve player on the basketball team. "Yuma looks like he broke his leg! You have to hurry!"
Takashi stared helplessly back and forth from Kyo, to the other boy. His fingers tightened and a moment later, released their hold on Kyo reluctantly. He didn't wait to see where the sensei would go. Nodding again to Takashi, he turned and walked away, never once looking back.
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~If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?~
~If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?~
~If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?~
It was always this spot. Right under this one, lone, ancient sakura.
The massive tree stood alone in a forgotten corner of the park, the spot frequented by none other than himself and the squirrels. He liked it here. Here, he could be alone, alone with his thoughts with no one constantly asking him whether he was okay, would he like to go somewhere, can he help with something?
Yeah, he liked this tree. It was the place he ran too when he didn't have anywhere else to go. So it was no surprise really, that his wandering, aimless feet took him here. He had walked out of the school in silent numbness, not even caring that he was skipping fully a half-day worth of classes.
He leant back against the ancient, gnarled bole, feeling the life thrumming beneath the bark. Head tilted back, half-lidded eyes gazed unseeingly through the canopy of pink and white blossoms that crowned the tree more majestically than any jewels designed by man. Sunlight struck through petals, a kaleidoscope of light and shadows, bemusing him and he smiled.
He didn't know how long he sat there, but he roused himself when somebody stepped up close to his tree, by his side actually, throwing their shadow over him. A disinterested gaze flicked over to the figure waiting patiently.
Takashi.
He returned his gaze to their study of the sunlight and shadow.
"May I join you?" Takashi asked, after a long moment of silence.
He shrugged his shoulders negligently. "It's a free country," still refusing to look at him. The sensei sat down on the velvety carpet of grass and petals covering the ground beneath the tree and leant back, sighing.
Silence stretched to infinity before them.
"Turns out it was just a sprained ankle," Takashi offered.
"Mm."
More silence till. . . . "Are you mad at me Kyo?"
He let out a derisive snort. "What made you think I was mad?"
A hand hovered in the space between them, dipping down for a finger to trace circles in the grass. "Well, for one thing, you won't look at me. And you sound as warm as a glacier."
"Must be your imagination."
"Kyo, can you just please look at me?" Takashi reached out, the hand that hovered between them catching his chin and turning it gently to face him. He followed the movement.
Takashi winced. The look in Kyo's eyes could have frozen a fire. "Say something, please," he pleaded.
"Something."
"Kyo!"
Kyo shook his head out of the sensei's grasp, hair flying with the force and he pushed himself to his feet. The sensei followed suit but instead of running off, Kyo glared at him, eyes burning with pale fire.
"What the hell do you want me to say then?" he spat out, hands clenched at his sides.
"For one thing, why you're so mad at me!" Takashi returned the fierce glare and stepped closer until he was practically nose to nose with him. "And don't lie!"
"I am NOT mad!"
"Yes you ARE!"
"I said I'm NOT, DIDN'T I!!"
"The why the HELL are you shouting?!"
"I AM NOT!"
"YES YOU ARE! YOU'RE MAD BECAUSE I KISSED HIKARU!"
"WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE MAD ABOUT THAT? SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"THEN YOU'RE MAD ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE!"
"LIKE WHAT!!?!"
"HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW??!! YOU WON'T TELL ME!"
"THERE ISN'T ANYTHING TO TELL!"
"LIAR!"
"DAMMIT TAKASHI!"
"LIAR!"
"FINE! YOU WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH? I'LL TELL YOU! YES, I WAS MAD SEEING YOU GUYS KISS! AND YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! THAT'S WHY! DO Y-"
Oh, god. What had he said? His face paled as he realized the enormity of what he had blurted out. He was shaken, not so much as to have Takashi realized how he truly felt, he was also shaken because, for the first time ever, he realized, just how deeply he cared for the sensei.
He loved him.
And he told the sensei that.
Oh dear god.
He stared around wildly, not looking at the suddenly rigid man standing before him, trying to look for an escape. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to work out a denial, an excuse for the blunder he had made. That was what it was; a blunder. Nothing more. Ignore the way you feel like dying inside, because the sensei isn't saying anything. Ignore the pain of the silence. That's right. You're used to this. The pain. Ignore it.
"I really don't know what made me say that," Kyo laughed, but the casualness he tried to evoke was spoiled by the tremble that marred his laughter. And was that really his voice, strained and forced like that?
He backed a step away from the sensei, still refusing to look at him. The shadows and light made him dizzy now. So dizzy that he can't breathe. He needed to get away. But where to? This was his sanctuary. If he can't be here, where else can he go? I can think about that later. The important thing now is to escape. Escape.
He was already poised for flight, body half-turned, when again, he felt his hand clamped in a vice-like grip. It was amazing how that contact shackled him as effectively as if his feet had been encased in solid concrete. He couldn't move, could barely breathe even as he faced away from Takashi, breathing shallowly, trying to will himself away even as he felt and heard the soft footfalls that told him the sensei was closing the distance between them.
"You know," Takashi started, his voice calm, steady, not the slightest bit unruffled. "If you hadn't said that, I was seriously considering carrying out my plan of abducting and eloping with you straight off."
Wha-?
To further increase his stunned amazement, his hand was released only to have his body encircled from behind by familiar arms. The embrace was gentle, can easily be broken off, but they were more constricting, more binding than the grip earlier. His hands, still trembling, reached up to touch the white-clad arms chaining him down. It was real. So what he said just now. . . .was real too?
He turned in the embrace slowly, to face his captor. Eyes that he longed to look into to ascertain the truth, were hidden by reflective glares from his glasses. Gingerly, he took them off and slipped them in the sensei's coat pocket. That was better. Now he could gaze unhindered into those beautiful eyes. So very beautiful eyes.
"I told you I love you, right?" Kyo asked.
Those eyes were gazing into his steadily. "You did."
"And did you say that you love me too?"
"No," he paused for a while to tighten his hold on Kyo, who looked ready to bolt again, and continued. "I said that if you waited any longer to say that you love me, I was going to kidnap and elope with you."
"Oh," he answered faintly.
"But I guess you can say, that yes, I love you too," Takashi smiled.
In answer, Kyo bowed his head, resting it against his chest so that all he could see, was black black hair, tickling the bare skin exposed by his unbuttoned collar. His breath caught and certain parts of his body warned him that he either remove the cause from the immediate vicinity, or go all the way. Before he could decide which course to take though, that head snapped up and the boy broke free of his embrace, pushing away against his chest.
"So you deliberately set me up!" Kyo yelled.
Uh-oh.
"It wasn't my idea!" he protested in his defense. "But you have to admit, it's a pretty good one."
Kyo spluttered.
"Well, if it hadn't happened, we might still be keeping quiet till the end of the year, right?"
Kyo threw his hands up in despair. What the heck was he being so affronted for? He got what he wanted anyway, right? What did it matter that they plotted behind his back and that he was made a fool of? So he did the only thing possible then.
He grabbed the lapels of Takashi's coat, hauled him in close, and proceeded to kiss the life out of him.
Yep, definitely the best idea he had so far. If anything, the kiss was even better than the Christmas one, the telling fact being that they were actually sober, thus, able to enjoy it fully. Thank god this part of the park is secluded, was Kyo's distracted thought as the kiss deepened. He had released Takashi's lapels earlier and his hands were now locked firmly around the sensei's waist. But the warmth of his skin underneath his shirt was too much of a temptation. Kyo found his hands roaming freely, caressing Takashi's smooth, broad back and he felt the sensei gave a little shudder of delight. Likewise, Takashi seemed to feel he needed to return the gesture as well, for his hands were roaming all over his back too. . .
Ah, can't think anymore.
. . .and a hand dipped below his belt, tracing the curve of . . . .
Yep, fuses just short-circuited.
Emboldened by Takashi's teasing hands, Kyo decided to pay him back and pressed himself a little closer, his hands now lying palm down on the flat plane of the sensei's stomach. His hands slid smoothly upwards to stop at his chest. This time, it was the sensei's turn to groan softly, and. . . .
"Yikes!"
A crash, some falling sakura petals, and reordering of hormones later. . . .
"Hikaru!"
"Heh. Er. . . hi guys. I thought I'd get some pictures of the moment. . . ne, would you mind holding Takashi like that again? That was a great-argh! Murder! Help!"
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Takashi didn't really know how they actually made it back to Kyo's place later that day. Much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't afford to skip on his duties for the rest of the day. It had taken enormous willpower on his, and Kyo's, part to remove their hands, mouth, skin, body. . . everything else from each other. The surprise visit from Hikki had helped though, to lighten the mood.
It's a beautiful day, he thought to himself happily as the three made their way back to school. The sun is shining, the sky is cloudless, the birds are singing-
"And you so deliberately set me up!"
"Hey! You were being such a moron going all moony eyed over Takashi but refusing to do a single thing! You were driving me and Ken crazy!"
"Ken KNOWS??"
"What's not to know? A blind idiot can see it! Oh, I forgot, you were the blind idiot."
"Hey!"
"It got you together though, right? So you should thank me."
". . . . . . . ."
"See? See? I was right!"
"Mmpghkrd. ."
"Sorry? I can't hear you. You were mumbling."
"FINE! YOU WERE RIGHT! THERE! THANK YOU!"
"You're welcome. So, what do you say? A special photo shoot just for me? You, Takashi, swimming shorts and lots of suntan oil. . . ."
"Snkrgfhthruydikenejdidllll********!!!!!!"
-ah yes, such a beautiful spring day.
He thanked god that for the rest of the day, no one came in to the infirmary. Kyo had decided to skip the rest of his classes, "Hey, I've been a goody two shoes for a long time. I deserve to be a truant today," and had spent his time with him.
He also thanked god profusely that the door to the infirmary could be locked from the inside.
Later that evening, they found themselves once again, on that fateful couch in Kyo's place, Takashi leaning back with his long legs stretched out before him on the couch and Kyo cuddling up to him. They were content at first, to just hold each other, talking softly about everything, and nothing all at once. He was just happy to be here, holding Kyo in his arms, knowing that he was his.
A few months back, it would never seem possible.
He wondered, at some point, whether such happiness really could exist. But then, since he's experiencing it right now, he guessed that it was possible. It felt. . . .right, having Kyo here with him like this. Completely, utterly, perfectly right.
It felt even more right, even more perfect, when they started kissing again. Who made the first move? He didn't realize. All he did realize was, that Kyo tasted so damn good. Long minutes were lost in a haze of pleasure as they kissed each other, knowing that they weren't going to be interrupted. There would be no one banging on the door for his help, no pesky captain off to drag his Kyo to some all-important training session, and (though he did felt a twinge of guilt at this), no Hikaru to try and capture this moment on film. His Kyo was his and his only. No one else's.
He never felt this protective of a lover before, he realized even as he deepened the kiss, bringing a soft moan from Kyo. There was this all consuming urge in him to protect, to keep safe, to make this beautiful boy all his. He should be frightened at the utter rawness of such emotion but instead of it, instead of being frightened, he felt. . . exhilarated. This was it. This was what he had been waiting for all his life. Corny, yes. But who cares? He was with Kyo. Nothing else matters.
Like all situations involving a loved one thrown in together with raging hormones, Takashi suddenly found himself lying on his back on the couch, Kyo straddling him and raining soft kisses all over his face; everywhere else but his mouth.
His breath caught even as his desire escalated.
"Dammit," he growled, as Kyo paused to nibble on his earlobe. Kyo just gave a giggle and moved his mouth to a more delectable spot. Namely, that enticing patch of skin laid bare by his unbuttoned collar, just near his collarbone. . . .
Oh sweet god in heaven.
"Kyo."
The boy ignored him, continuing his gentle ministration. . .
"Kyo," he called out a little louder.
Still no response. . .
"Kyo!"
Black, tousled head snapped up. "What?"
He drew in a ragged breath and gently, pushed Kyo down so that he could sit up. A look of hurt crossed the boy's face; he thought he was rejected and Takashi quickly scooped the boy into his embrace and hugged him tight.
"What's wrong?" Kyo asked. His head had been tucked under his chin and he moved so that he could look into the older man's eyes. "You don't like. . ." a faint stain of red colored his cheek.
Takashi gave a rueful smile and shook his head. "If anything, I like it TOO much," he said.
"So what's the problem then?" A black eyebrow raised in enquiry.
"That's the problem. I like it too damn much. If we hadn't stopped, I might have taken it all the way."
"Oh." Pale blue eyes dropped down and his fingers started to pluck at a loose thread in his cuff. "Oh, yeah. . .I understand. I mean, it is my first time. . ." Kyo said miserably. "With anybody. I understand you might feel a bit put off and everything an-"
Kyo stopped as he chuckled, erupting into full blown laughter. There was again, that faint look of hurt on the boy's face as he helplessly continued to laugh even as he cuddled the boy on his lap. The worrying fingers ceased their plucking to poke insistently at his chest.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
He wiped the tears from his eyes, hiccupping a bit, and smiled down on the now furious boy waiting for his explanation. "I'm not laughing at you."
Kyo snorted.
"Really! And I'm not put off!"
He lifted his hand, brushing away the soft black bangs that fell into Kyo's eyes. He traced the strong, yet delicate contours of his cheekbones, marveling again at his beauty. "If anything," he added in a whisper, "I'm honoured that you're willing to give your first time to me. But I love you, Kyo."
Kyo was puzzled. "So what's the problem?"
"Because I love you, I want you to be mine, before I ever make love with you. I want it to be special. Because you're special."
He waited until understanding dawned in those pale baby blue eyes.
"You were really serious about what you said earlier then? In the park?" Kyo asked, a look of wonderment on his face.
"The whole eloping thing? Extremely. But since we don't have to, I'm willing to wait until the perfect time to make the proposal. That is, if you want me to," he answered. Almost, he was afraid to look into Kyo's eyes, afraid that he had taken it too far, too fast. What if Kyo didn't feel as strongly as he did? Will this confession of his scare him off?
His whole body was tensed and coiled. Ready for the rejection, or the acceptance. Either way, he waited for the blow to fall. He didn't expect what happened next though. . . .
"Ah! Takashi is so kawaii!!!!!!"
And found himself with a lapful of Kittenish-Kyo jumping all over him in pure excitement.
"You really mean it? Really really really?" His tail was wagging at the speed of light, front paws pressing against his chest as the kitten's head nuzzled his chin.
Sweatdrop.
"Really."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll be happy to wait!!!" Kitten meowed happily.
He couldn't help the huge smile breaking over his face. He probably looked like a real idiot with this goofy grin on his face, but hey, who cares? He was a bit worried though, when little kitten stopped its frenetic racing around in his lap to scratch his furry head thoughtfully.
"If we have to wait till our wedding night, does that mean we can't even kiss till then?" Little Kitten asked with a woebegone look.
"It might mean cold showers for you and me both," he grinned, "but hell, kissing's fine."
"All right! So let's continue where we left off!"
. . . . . . .
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/It's so ironic. So ironic that he could have laughed for the sheer absurdity of it. Or maybe the sheer stupidity of it.
His parents had died by fire.
And now, so will he.
How profoundly ironically stupid./
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A/N: *Kelly is now lying on the floor laughing hysterically* Wahahahahahahahahaha! I bet you guys thought I was going to make them Do It right after their confession, right?????????? Wahahahahahahahaha!!!!!*chokes* Ahem. . . . . .hahahahahahahaha!!!!!
This chapter is dedicated to my first ever "real life" reviewer, Nabbie. Happy (early) Birthday! ^^ (I want your Gravitation DVD!! Kidding.)
Shaynie: Er, please forgive my ignorance (- . -u) but who's Nibiki?
Literary Eagle: Hey, I've been waiting for your original fic. . . .*pouts* Have you put it up yet?
Lil Yaoi Kitten: Ah, moving is such a traumatic, tiring experience. Shall I send Akuma over to help? :P He's great at destroying stuff you don't need. And making a living hell of your life too! ^^
Warning:. . . . . na no da! Ohohohoho!
Note: All lines beginning and ending with the symbol '~' are lyrics.
Disclaimer: The story, OCs and such belongs to me, the YnM universe to Youko Matsushita! The song is Daniel Bedingfield's "If You're Not The One". It's starting to become the theme song for this fic, have you noticed?
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CHAPTER 8: Because you're so special
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He didn't really notice the cake box sliding out from his suddenly nerveless fingers. Nor did he hear the soft, squishy sound of the cake meeting its untimely end on the cold floor. He didn't notice either, the buzz and chatter of the students filing past behind him, going about their day with no other cares or worries.
He did notice though, that Takashi and Hikaru had stopped kissing. And that Takashi was staring at him. So was Hikaru. Hmm. Right.
He smiled. "Sorry to just barge in on you like that."
He heard somebody protesting, calling him back, but he ignored it. He walked off, melting into the flow of chattering, laughing, indifferent humanity with his eyes fixed firmly ahead. He had gone on for not more than a few paces though, when somebody grabbed his hand. He stopped in his tracks and turned an incurious gaze around.
It was Takashi.
He nodded a greeting. "Sensei." An eyebrow lifted in polite enquiry for him to remove his hand but the sensei ignored him, looking anxiously into his face.
"Kyo, it's not what you think! I mean, that wa-"
"Let go of me," his voice was soft, barely more than a whisper but it stopped the sensei with all the force of a train. Green eyes widened and a look of desperation crossed his face.
"Kyo! Please-"
Again, he was broken off, this time, by another student shouting for him.
"Sensei!" the boy waved from the end of the hall even as he ran up to them. "Sensei! Quick!" the boy gasped out. Kyo recognized him as a reserve player on the basketball team. "Yuma looks like he broke his leg! You have to hurry!"
Takashi stared helplessly back and forth from Kyo, to the other boy. His fingers tightened and a moment later, released their hold on Kyo reluctantly. He didn't wait to see where the sensei would go. Nodding again to Takashi, he turned and walked away, never once looking back.
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~If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?~
~If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?~
~If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?~
It was always this spot. Right under this one, lone, ancient sakura.
The massive tree stood alone in a forgotten corner of the park, the spot frequented by none other than himself and the squirrels. He liked it here. Here, he could be alone, alone with his thoughts with no one constantly asking him whether he was okay, would he like to go somewhere, can he help with something?
Yeah, he liked this tree. It was the place he ran too when he didn't have anywhere else to go. So it was no surprise really, that his wandering, aimless feet took him here. He had walked out of the school in silent numbness, not even caring that he was skipping fully a half-day worth of classes.
He leant back against the ancient, gnarled bole, feeling the life thrumming beneath the bark. Head tilted back, half-lidded eyes gazed unseeingly through the canopy of pink and white blossoms that crowned the tree more majestically than any jewels designed by man. Sunlight struck through petals, a kaleidoscope of light and shadows, bemusing him and he smiled.
He didn't know how long he sat there, but he roused himself when somebody stepped up close to his tree, by his side actually, throwing their shadow over him. A disinterested gaze flicked over to the figure waiting patiently.
Takashi.
He returned his gaze to their study of the sunlight and shadow.
"May I join you?" Takashi asked, after a long moment of silence.
He shrugged his shoulders negligently. "It's a free country," still refusing to look at him. The sensei sat down on the velvety carpet of grass and petals covering the ground beneath the tree and leant back, sighing.
Silence stretched to infinity before them.
"Turns out it was just a sprained ankle," Takashi offered.
"Mm."
More silence till. . . . "Are you mad at me Kyo?"
He let out a derisive snort. "What made you think I was mad?"
A hand hovered in the space between them, dipping down for a finger to trace circles in the grass. "Well, for one thing, you won't look at me. And you sound as warm as a glacier."
"Must be your imagination."
"Kyo, can you just please look at me?" Takashi reached out, the hand that hovered between them catching his chin and turning it gently to face him. He followed the movement.
Takashi winced. The look in Kyo's eyes could have frozen a fire. "Say something, please," he pleaded.
"Something."
"Kyo!"
Kyo shook his head out of the sensei's grasp, hair flying with the force and he pushed himself to his feet. The sensei followed suit but instead of running off, Kyo glared at him, eyes burning with pale fire.
"What the hell do you want me to say then?" he spat out, hands clenched at his sides.
"For one thing, why you're so mad at me!" Takashi returned the fierce glare and stepped closer until he was practically nose to nose with him. "And don't lie!"
"I am NOT mad!"
"Yes you ARE!"
"I said I'm NOT, DIDN'T I!!"
"The why the HELL are you shouting?!"
"I AM NOT!"
"YES YOU ARE! YOU'RE MAD BECAUSE I KISSED HIKARU!"
"WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE MAD ABOUT THAT? SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!"
"THEN YOU'RE MAD ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE!"
"LIKE WHAT!!?!"
"HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW??!! YOU WON'T TELL ME!"
"THERE ISN'T ANYTHING TO TELL!"
"LIAR!"
"DAMMIT TAKASHI!"
"LIAR!"
"FINE! YOU WANT TO KNOW THE TRUTH? I'LL TELL YOU! YES, I WAS MAD SEEING YOU GUYS KISS! AND YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! THAT'S WHY! DO Y-"
Oh, god. What had he said? His face paled as he realized the enormity of what he had blurted out. He was shaken, not so much as to have Takashi realized how he truly felt, he was also shaken because, for the first time ever, he realized, just how deeply he cared for the sensei.
He loved him.
And he told the sensei that.
Oh dear god.
He stared around wildly, not looking at the suddenly rigid man standing before him, trying to look for an escape. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to work out a denial, an excuse for the blunder he had made. That was what it was; a blunder. Nothing more. Ignore the way you feel like dying inside, because the sensei isn't saying anything. Ignore the pain of the silence. That's right. You're used to this. The pain. Ignore it.
"I really don't know what made me say that," Kyo laughed, but the casualness he tried to evoke was spoiled by the tremble that marred his laughter. And was that really his voice, strained and forced like that?
He backed a step away from the sensei, still refusing to look at him. The shadows and light made him dizzy now. So dizzy that he can't breathe. He needed to get away. But where to? This was his sanctuary. If he can't be here, where else can he go? I can think about that later. The important thing now is to escape. Escape.
He was already poised for flight, body half-turned, when again, he felt his hand clamped in a vice-like grip. It was amazing how that contact shackled him as effectively as if his feet had been encased in solid concrete. He couldn't move, could barely breathe even as he faced away from Takashi, breathing shallowly, trying to will himself away even as he felt and heard the soft footfalls that told him the sensei was closing the distance between them.
"You know," Takashi started, his voice calm, steady, not the slightest bit unruffled. "If you hadn't said that, I was seriously considering carrying out my plan of abducting and eloping with you straight off."
Wha-?
To further increase his stunned amazement, his hand was released only to have his body encircled from behind by familiar arms. The embrace was gentle, can easily be broken off, but they were more constricting, more binding than the grip earlier. His hands, still trembling, reached up to touch the white-clad arms chaining him down. It was real. So what he said just now. . . .was real too?
He turned in the embrace slowly, to face his captor. Eyes that he longed to look into to ascertain the truth, were hidden by reflective glares from his glasses. Gingerly, he took them off and slipped them in the sensei's coat pocket. That was better. Now he could gaze unhindered into those beautiful eyes. So very beautiful eyes.
"I told you I love you, right?" Kyo asked.
Those eyes were gazing into his steadily. "You did."
"And did you say that you love me too?"
"No," he paused for a while to tighten his hold on Kyo, who looked ready to bolt again, and continued. "I said that if you waited any longer to say that you love me, I was going to kidnap and elope with you."
"Oh," he answered faintly.
"But I guess you can say, that yes, I love you too," Takashi smiled.
In answer, Kyo bowed his head, resting it against his chest so that all he could see, was black black hair, tickling the bare skin exposed by his unbuttoned collar. His breath caught and certain parts of his body warned him that he either remove the cause from the immediate vicinity, or go all the way. Before he could decide which course to take though, that head snapped up and the boy broke free of his embrace, pushing away against his chest.
"So you deliberately set me up!" Kyo yelled.
Uh-oh.
"It wasn't my idea!" he protested in his defense. "But you have to admit, it's a pretty good one."
Kyo spluttered.
"Well, if it hadn't happened, we might still be keeping quiet till the end of the year, right?"
Kyo threw his hands up in despair. What the heck was he being so affronted for? He got what he wanted anyway, right? What did it matter that they plotted behind his back and that he was made a fool of? So he did the only thing possible then.
He grabbed the lapels of Takashi's coat, hauled him in close, and proceeded to kiss the life out of him.
Yep, definitely the best idea he had so far. If anything, the kiss was even better than the Christmas one, the telling fact being that they were actually sober, thus, able to enjoy it fully. Thank god this part of the park is secluded, was Kyo's distracted thought as the kiss deepened. He had released Takashi's lapels earlier and his hands were now locked firmly around the sensei's waist. But the warmth of his skin underneath his shirt was too much of a temptation. Kyo found his hands roaming freely, caressing Takashi's smooth, broad back and he felt the sensei gave a little shudder of delight. Likewise, Takashi seemed to feel he needed to return the gesture as well, for his hands were roaming all over his back too. . .
Ah, can't think anymore.
. . .and a hand dipped below his belt, tracing the curve of . . . .
Yep, fuses just short-circuited.
Emboldened by Takashi's teasing hands, Kyo decided to pay him back and pressed himself a little closer, his hands now lying palm down on the flat plane of the sensei's stomach. His hands slid smoothly upwards to stop at his chest. This time, it was the sensei's turn to groan softly, and. . . .
"Yikes!"
A crash, some falling sakura petals, and reordering of hormones later. . . .
"Hikaru!"
"Heh. Er. . . hi guys. I thought I'd get some pictures of the moment. . . ne, would you mind holding Takashi like that again? That was a great-argh! Murder! Help!"
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Takashi didn't really know how they actually made it back to Kyo's place later that day. Much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't afford to skip on his duties for the rest of the day. It had taken enormous willpower on his, and Kyo's, part to remove their hands, mouth, skin, body. . . everything else from each other. The surprise visit from Hikki had helped though, to lighten the mood.
It's a beautiful day, he thought to himself happily as the three made their way back to school. The sun is shining, the sky is cloudless, the birds are singing-
"And you so deliberately set me up!"
"Hey! You were being such a moron going all moony eyed over Takashi but refusing to do a single thing! You were driving me and Ken crazy!"
"Ken KNOWS??"
"What's not to know? A blind idiot can see it! Oh, I forgot, you were the blind idiot."
"Hey!"
"It got you together though, right? So you should thank me."
". . . . . . . ."
"See? See? I was right!"
"Mmpghkrd. ."
"Sorry? I can't hear you. You were mumbling."
"FINE! YOU WERE RIGHT! THERE! THANK YOU!"
"You're welcome. So, what do you say? A special photo shoot just for me? You, Takashi, swimming shorts and lots of suntan oil. . . ."
"Snkrgfhthruydikenejdidllll********!!!!!!"
-ah yes, such a beautiful spring day.
He thanked god that for the rest of the day, no one came in to the infirmary. Kyo had decided to skip the rest of his classes, "Hey, I've been a goody two shoes for a long time. I deserve to be a truant today," and had spent his time with him.
He also thanked god profusely that the door to the infirmary could be locked from the inside.
Later that evening, they found themselves once again, on that fateful couch in Kyo's place, Takashi leaning back with his long legs stretched out before him on the couch and Kyo cuddling up to him. They were content at first, to just hold each other, talking softly about everything, and nothing all at once. He was just happy to be here, holding Kyo in his arms, knowing that he was his.
A few months back, it would never seem possible.
He wondered, at some point, whether such happiness really could exist. But then, since he's experiencing it right now, he guessed that it was possible. It felt. . . .right, having Kyo here with him like this. Completely, utterly, perfectly right.
It felt even more right, even more perfect, when they started kissing again. Who made the first move? He didn't realize. All he did realize was, that Kyo tasted so damn good. Long minutes were lost in a haze of pleasure as they kissed each other, knowing that they weren't going to be interrupted. There would be no one banging on the door for his help, no pesky captain off to drag his Kyo to some all-important training session, and (though he did felt a twinge of guilt at this), no Hikaru to try and capture this moment on film. His Kyo was his and his only. No one else's.
He never felt this protective of a lover before, he realized even as he deepened the kiss, bringing a soft moan from Kyo. There was this all consuming urge in him to protect, to keep safe, to make this beautiful boy all his. He should be frightened at the utter rawness of such emotion but instead of it, instead of being frightened, he felt. . . exhilarated. This was it. This was what he had been waiting for all his life. Corny, yes. But who cares? He was with Kyo. Nothing else matters.
Like all situations involving a loved one thrown in together with raging hormones, Takashi suddenly found himself lying on his back on the couch, Kyo straddling him and raining soft kisses all over his face; everywhere else but his mouth.
His breath caught even as his desire escalated.
"Dammit," he growled, as Kyo paused to nibble on his earlobe. Kyo just gave a giggle and moved his mouth to a more delectable spot. Namely, that enticing patch of skin laid bare by his unbuttoned collar, just near his collarbone. . . .
Oh sweet god in heaven.
"Kyo."
The boy ignored him, continuing his gentle ministration. . .
"Kyo," he called out a little louder.
Still no response. . .
"Kyo!"
Black, tousled head snapped up. "What?"
He drew in a ragged breath and gently, pushed Kyo down so that he could sit up. A look of hurt crossed the boy's face; he thought he was rejected and Takashi quickly scooped the boy into his embrace and hugged him tight.
"What's wrong?" Kyo asked. His head had been tucked under his chin and he moved so that he could look into the older man's eyes. "You don't like. . ." a faint stain of red colored his cheek.
Takashi gave a rueful smile and shook his head. "If anything, I like it TOO much," he said.
"So what's the problem then?" A black eyebrow raised in enquiry.
"That's the problem. I like it too damn much. If we hadn't stopped, I might have taken it all the way."
"Oh." Pale blue eyes dropped down and his fingers started to pluck at a loose thread in his cuff. "Oh, yeah. . .I understand. I mean, it is my first time. . ." Kyo said miserably. "With anybody. I understand you might feel a bit put off and everything an-"
Kyo stopped as he chuckled, erupting into full blown laughter. There was again, that faint look of hurt on the boy's face as he helplessly continued to laugh even as he cuddled the boy on his lap. The worrying fingers ceased their plucking to poke insistently at his chest.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
He wiped the tears from his eyes, hiccupping a bit, and smiled down on the now furious boy waiting for his explanation. "I'm not laughing at you."
Kyo snorted.
"Really! And I'm not put off!"
He lifted his hand, brushing away the soft black bangs that fell into Kyo's eyes. He traced the strong, yet delicate contours of his cheekbones, marveling again at his beauty. "If anything," he added in a whisper, "I'm honoured that you're willing to give your first time to me. But I love you, Kyo."
Kyo was puzzled. "So what's the problem?"
"Because I love you, I want you to be mine, before I ever make love with you. I want it to be special. Because you're special."
He waited until understanding dawned in those pale baby blue eyes.
"You were really serious about what you said earlier then? In the park?" Kyo asked, a look of wonderment on his face.
"The whole eloping thing? Extremely. But since we don't have to, I'm willing to wait until the perfect time to make the proposal. That is, if you want me to," he answered. Almost, he was afraid to look into Kyo's eyes, afraid that he had taken it too far, too fast. What if Kyo didn't feel as strongly as he did? Will this confession of his scare him off?
His whole body was tensed and coiled. Ready for the rejection, or the acceptance. Either way, he waited for the blow to fall. He didn't expect what happened next though. . . .
"Ah! Takashi is so kawaii!!!!!!"
And found himself with a lapful of Kittenish-Kyo jumping all over him in pure excitement.
"You really mean it? Really really really?" His tail was wagging at the speed of light, front paws pressing against his chest as the kitten's head nuzzled his chin.
Sweatdrop.
"Really."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll be happy to wait!!!" Kitten meowed happily.
He couldn't help the huge smile breaking over his face. He probably looked like a real idiot with this goofy grin on his face, but hey, who cares? He was a bit worried though, when little kitten stopped its frenetic racing around in his lap to scratch his furry head thoughtfully.
"If we have to wait till our wedding night, does that mean we can't even kiss till then?" Little Kitten asked with a woebegone look.
"It might mean cold showers for you and me both," he grinned, "but hell, kissing's fine."
"All right! So let's continue where we left off!"
. . . . . . .
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/It's so ironic. So ironic that he could have laughed for the sheer absurdity of it. Or maybe the sheer stupidity of it.
His parents had died by fire.
And now, so will he.
How profoundly ironically stupid./
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A/N: *Kelly is now lying on the floor laughing hysterically* Wahahahahahahahahaha! I bet you guys thought I was going to make them Do It right after their confession, right?????????? Wahahahahahahahaha!!!!!*chokes* Ahem. . . . . .hahahahahahahaha!!!!!
