No More Words

by Sarritichi

It's not a dance, it's not a proposal, but it's something. It’s a quiet admittance that there might just be something between them. It's a start. (shounen-ai)

Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is the property of Natsuki Takaya

Warnings: Shounen-ai.

Pairings: Haru+Kyou
 
Notes: Written for Temps Mort 'May I have this dance?' challenge. Around 50 minutes writing, 10 minutes editing. The title's from an Ayumi Hasaki song, but has no relation to the words. This is really kinda random, and is mainly written to remind myself how to write after being on vacation. ^^; But it has my favourite couple, so all is good.

No More Words

'May I have this dance?'

Haru's rewarded for his efforts by a long, cold stare from his companion. The reply is short and to the point. 'No.'

'Why?'

'I don't do dances.'

'Why?'

Kyou glares again, and Haru notes in the back of his mind that Kyou glares too much. 'Dances, idiot. Too risky. Girls. Hugging.'

Haru smiles, and wraps his arms around himself as he shivers involuntarily. Kyou is carefully and almost determinedly refusing to look at him, so Haru looks up at the winter sky. It's cold enough to snow, but he knows it won't just yet, since the sky is clear and full of stars. Even though the glare of lights from the buildings and the cars on the road dim the effect slightly, there's still enough beauty to take his breath away. He shivers again and turns back to his cousin. 'So why did you come then?'

'Tohru,' he says, simply, and Haru smiles because he knows neither Kyou nor Yuki can resist Tohru's sweet, innocent smiles; but he knows his smile is slightly bittersweet, because he knows they wouldn't do it for him. He laughs under his breath at himself, because he knows he's just being a jealous, lovesick teenager.

There's another long silence, slightly awkward as it drags out. Haru occupies himself by rubbing his hands together to try to and warm himself. It doesn't work, but he carries on repeating the action, because it's something to do.

A warm body presses itself up against his side, and he blinks. Kyou glances up at his confused look and sighs. 'Stupid. You're getting cold. Sharing body heat keeps you warm.' The practical advice is delivered with a slight blush tinting the older boy's face.

Haru smiles. It's not a dance, it's not a proposal, but it's something. It's a quiet admittance that there might just be something between them. It's a start. He'll take what he's given.

Somewhere inside the building, Yuki and Tohru would be dancing to the music, wanting to be close to each other, stealing what physical contact they could get, toeing the line, desire fighting against reason. Outside, they sit close together, and there's no more words spoken in the quiet night with the frosty sky high above.

Because they don't need them.

~owari