Yuki x Kyou
~I don't own Fruits Basket~
Thanks to everyone who reviewed ^_^ Sorry it took so long to update. I didn't get to go online for like 3 weeks T_T ...So sad!
Chapter 11: What the hell...?!
Kyou woke up early, as usual. He went through his normal morning routine. Brush his teeth. Change his clothes. Attempt to brush his hair. Something wasn't right though. Normally, Tohru would be cooking breakfast, and humming to herself, making another wonderful breakfast, proving yet again that she was just... perfect. But, no, there was no humming, no delicious aroma wafting up the stairs. Instead, he smelled something... burning? 'Uso! She can mess up!?' He thought about it. 'No way, I'm probably still asleep or something.' Just in case he wasn't dreaming, he decided to go downstairs and see what was happening. 'Can't just sit here and let the house burn down.' After all, what would he do if something happened to Yuki? Last night, he had decided *he* was the one that ought to apologize. He had *really* overreacted. 'Hope he'll forgive me. He probably thinks I'm some kind of psycho.' He made his way downstairs, expecting to see a sobbing Tohru. He felt sorry for her, just a little bit. He knew what it felt like to mess up. It sucked. When he saw the kitchen, Kyou jumped. What he saw was even weirder than Tohru messing up. "Y-yuki!? Why are you up this early? Where's Tohru? And, what the hell are you doing, anyway?"
Sheepishly, Yuki turned to face Kyou. This definitely wasn't going as planned. Smoke was coming out of the pan on the stove. There was a broken egg on the floor. A pile of charred... pancakes? were on a plate. Batter was all over the counter, not to mention on the ceiling. How had he managed to do *that*, anyway? 'Didn't Tohru say this was an *easy* recipe?' He tried to sound cheerful. "Um, cooking?"
Kyou wondered just what the hell was going on. Yuki couldn't cook to save his life. Everyone knew that. "Is Tohru sick or something? If she is, why didn't you ask me to cook? You know I, um, ah, have more practice than you."
"No, Tohru's fine, I just thought I'd give her a break, you know, she does so much for us and all..." Damn, probably not the best thing to say to Kyou. Knowing him, he'll probably interpret it as 'I'm doing favors for Tohru because I just love her sooo much.' "Um, and, well, I was trying to make breakfast special today! You know, it's Sunday and all. Happy Sunday!" 'Wow that was lame.' Yuki knew he should never have taken Ayame's advice. 'Make him feel special! Make sure he knows that he means everything to you! Go out of your way to do things for him, things that you would never do for anyone else!' Ayame had said. He had also said something about playing up the 'uke' role, whatever that meant. Since Ayame had more experience with stuff like this, Yuki had figured it was a good idea. Well, as good as anything coming from Ayame could possibly be. Actually, it wasn't a bad concept, but cooking was definitely not the right approach. It *was* something he would never do for anyone, but there was a good reason for that. He couldn't boil water. And, in retrospect, he decided it made him seem like a housewife from a 50's tv show. He pictured himself in an apron, Kyou kissing him on the cheek then going off to work. Hey, submission was fine. But he hated seeming feminine. And him, cooking, was just wrong. He must have been really out of it when he had decided to go along with this plan... At least Tohru had been willing to help, and stayed upstairs while he attempted to make a special breakfast for Kyou.
Okay, it was official. Yuki had lost his mind. "Ah, yeah. Happy Sunday. But, you know, I'm kinda shocked that you're up this early. What is it, 6:30? Have you *ever* gotten up this early before?"
"Ah, you know, every once in a while I just wake up early and can't get back to sleep!" A lie. Yuki was a zombie in the morning. It had taken 3 alarm clocks to get him out of bed, and half a pot of coffee to wake him up enough to function.
"Really. Well, whenever that happens, you know where to find me..." Kyou said. He could tell Yuki was upset from the disaster in the kitchen, so he continued, "Now let's try to clean this up..."
Yuki knew that Kyou loved the quiet, calm time before everyone else woke up. Had Kyou really offered to spend that time with him? 'I guess I'd better wake up early more often!' Yuki felt himself blush. "Thanks. I'm sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen..." "Well, of course not!" Kyou smiled. Seeing the plate of food, he added, "And I'll even eat these if you want me to. It's not every day I get to eat something *you* cooked!"
"Ah, no, that's okay, they'll probably kill you or something..." Yuki said. "Thanks for the offer, though... Hey, before we clean this up, can I talk to you for a minute?" Forget Ayame's plan. He was just going to talk to Kyou. Even if he didn't listen, it would make Yuki feel at least a little better.
"Yeah, um I kinda want to talk to you too."
"You first, then." Yuki said. He didn't want to pour his heart out, only to hear that Kyou hated him.
"Uh, okay. You know, I'm really sorry... for reacting the way I did... I know you didn't mean it the way it sounded, and I know you were only trying to keep Tohru from freaking out more than she already had."
'What? He's not mad?!' "No, Kyou, I'm the one that should be apologizing, I should have told her things just as they are. Softening the blow was a bad idea... I straightened it out as soon as I realized that... I'm so sorry, please, forgive me?"
"There's no way I could stay mad at you! But, will you forgive *me* for getting so angry like that?"
"Hey, I'm flattered you care that much! I was never annoyed... just afraid you'd stay mad at me forever! That would kill me..."
"I love you too much to do that."
"I love you, too."
"Now about the kitchen..."
Yuki pouted. "You know, I was trying to make a special breakfast for you. I wanted it to be perfect! I wanted you to come downstairs, expecting to see Tohru, and see me instead, and be excited! And happy! And proud of me! Not to mention, shocked to find out that I can cook! You know, you're the only person I would ever try to cook for." He wrinkled his nose. "It's too messy."
"Ah, I see. So, I'm your victim of choice? I'm honored."
"Hey! I was trying my hardest!"
"I know, I know. Next time, leave the cooking to me, okay? Don't want you getting dishpan hands from cleaning up."
"Hey!"
"Well, you're so pretty and all... can't have rough hands ruining the look."
"I guess it wasn't as bad as it looked." Yuki said when they finished cleaning. "What now? We still have an hour before the others come downstairs."
"You know, I still can't believe you woke up this early. You really did that just for me?"
"Um, yeah."
"That may be the best compliment I've ever received."
Yuki blushed. "It's, I mean, you're more than worth it... anyway. What do you usually do this time in the morning?"
"Sit on the roof. Watch the sun rise. Think. I don't know, whatever I feel like doing."
"Well, how about it?"
As Kyou followed Yuki up to the roof, he wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "You're the first person to care about me this much. Thank you."
"Of course. I love you, you know that."
~I don't own Fruits Basket~
Thanks to everyone who reviewed ^_^ Sorry it took so long to update. I didn't get to go online for like 3 weeks T_T ...So sad!
Chapter 11: What the hell...?!
Kyou woke up early, as usual. He went through his normal morning routine. Brush his teeth. Change his clothes. Attempt to brush his hair. Something wasn't right though. Normally, Tohru would be cooking breakfast, and humming to herself, making another wonderful breakfast, proving yet again that she was just... perfect. But, no, there was no humming, no delicious aroma wafting up the stairs. Instead, he smelled something... burning? 'Uso! She can mess up!?' He thought about it. 'No way, I'm probably still asleep or something.' Just in case he wasn't dreaming, he decided to go downstairs and see what was happening. 'Can't just sit here and let the house burn down.' After all, what would he do if something happened to Yuki? Last night, he had decided *he* was the one that ought to apologize. He had *really* overreacted. 'Hope he'll forgive me. He probably thinks I'm some kind of psycho.' He made his way downstairs, expecting to see a sobbing Tohru. He felt sorry for her, just a little bit. He knew what it felt like to mess up. It sucked. When he saw the kitchen, Kyou jumped. What he saw was even weirder than Tohru messing up. "Y-yuki!? Why are you up this early? Where's Tohru? And, what the hell are you doing, anyway?"
Sheepishly, Yuki turned to face Kyou. This definitely wasn't going as planned. Smoke was coming out of the pan on the stove. There was a broken egg on the floor. A pile of charred... pancakes? were on a plate. Batter was all over the counter, not to mention on the ceiling. How had he managed to do *that*, anyway? 'Didn't Tohru say this was an *easy* recipe?' He tried to sound cheerful. "Um, cooking?"
Kyou wondered just what the hell was going on. Yuki couldn't cook to save his life. Everyone knew that. "Is Tohru sick or something? If she is, why didn't you ask me to cook? You know I, um, ah, have more practice than you."
"No, Tohru's fine, I just thought I'd give her a break, you know, she does so much for us and all..." Damn, probably not the best thing to say to Kyou. Knowing him, he'll probably interpret it as 'I'm doing favors for Tohru because I just love her sooo much.' "Um, and, well, I was trying to make breakfast special today! You know, it's Sunday and all. Happy Sunday!" 'Wow that was lame.' Yuki knew he should never have taken Ayame's advice. 'Make him feel special! Make sure he knows that he means everything to you! Go out of your way to do things for him, things that you would never do for anyone else!' Ayame had said. He had also said something about playing up the 'uke' role, whatever that meant. Since Ayame had more experience with stuff like this, Yuki had figured it was a good idea. Well, as good as anything coming from Ayame could possibly be. Actually, it wasn't a bad concept, but cooking was definitely not the right approach. It *was* something he would never do for anyone, but there was a good reason for that. He couldn't boil water. And, in retrospect, he decided it made him seem like a housewife from a 50's tv show. He pictured himself in an apron, Kyou kissing him on the cheek then going off to work. Hey, submission was fine. But he hated seeming feminine. And him, cooking, was just wrong. He must have been really out of it when he had decided to go along with this plan... At least Tohru had been willing to help, and stayed upstairs while he attempted to make a special breakfast for Kyou.
Okay, it was official. Yuki had lost his mind. "Ah, yeah. Happy Sunday. But, you know, I'm kinda shocked that you're up this early. What is it, 6:30? Have you *ever* gotten up this early before?"
"Ah, you know, every once in a while I just wake up early and can't get back to sleep!" A lie. Yuki was a zombie in the morning. It had taken 3 alarm clocks to get him out of bed, and half a pot of coffee to wake him up enough to function.
"Really. Well, whenever that happens, you know where to find me..." Kyou said. He could tell Yuki was upset from the disaster in the kitchen, so he continued, "Now let's try to clean this up..."
Yuki knew that Kyou loved the quiet, calm time before everyone else woke up. Had Kyou really offered to spend that time with him? 'I guess I'd better wake up early more often!' Yuki felt himself blush. "Thanks. I'm sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen..." "Well, of course not!" Kyou smiled. Seeing the plate of food, he added, "And I'll even eat these if you want me to. It's not every day I get to eat something *you* cooked!"
"Ah, no, that's okay, they'll probably kill you or something..." Yuki said. "Thanks for the offer, though... Hey, before we clean this up, can I talk to you for a minute?" Forget Ayame's plan. He was just going to talk to Kyou. Even if he didn't listen, it would make Yuki feel at least a little better.
"Yeah, um I kinda want to talk to you too."
"You first, then." Yuki said. He didn't want to pour his heart out, only to hear that Kyou hated him.
"Uh, okay. You know, I'm really sorry... for reacting the way I did... I know you didn't mean it the way it sounded, and I know you were only trying to keep Tohru from freaking out more than she already had."
'What? He's not mad?!' "No, Kyou, I'm the one that should be apologizing, I should have told her things just as they are. Softening the blow was a bad idea... I straightened it out as soon as I realized that... I'm so sorry, please, forgive me?"
"There's no way I could stay mad at you! But, will you forgive *me* for getting so angry like that?"
"Hey, I'm flattered you care that much! I was never annoyed... just afraid you'd stay mad at me forever! That would kill me..."
"I love you too much to do that."
"I love you, too."
"Now about the kitchen..."
Yuki pouted. "You know, I was trying to make a special breakfast for you. I wanted it to be perfect! I wanted you to come downstairs, expecting to see Tohru, and see me instead, and be excited! And happy! And proud of me! Not to mention, shocked to find out that I can cook! You know, you're the only person I would ever try to cook for." He wrinkled his nose. "It's too messy."
"Ah, I see. So, I'm your victim of choice? I'm honored."
"Hey! I was trying my hardest!"
"I know, I know. Next time, leave the cooking to me, okay? Don't want you getting dishpan hands from cleaning up."
"Hey!"
"Well, you're so pretty and all... can't have rough hands ruining the look."
"I guess it wasn't as bad as it looked." Yuki said when they finished cleaning. "What now? We still have an hour before the others come downstairs."
"You know, I still can't believe you woke up this early. You really did that just for me?"
"Um, yeah."
"That may be the best compliment I've ever received."
Yuki blushed. "It's, I mean, you're more than worth it... anyway. What do you usually do this time in the morning?"
"Sit on the roof. Watch the sun rise. Think. I don't know, whatever I feel like doing."
"Well, how about it?"
As Kyou followed Yuki up to the roof, he wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "You're the first person to care about me this much. Thank you."
"Of course. I love you, you know that."