What the hell are you doing, Kyo?! Oh gods, I think I'm paranoid! I
shouldn't be moving so quickly! I shouldn't be kissing Yuki already! If I
keep this up, he'll just push me farther away! I don't even know if Yuki
liked it, okay, well maybe he did- he did try to kiss me once! Baka! Baka!
From now on, I have to be careful I don't get desperate enough to do
something that crazy again. Oh damn it, Rat, you drive me crazy more than
you know. You're crazy driving (no, I didn't make a mistake) with love for
you.
~Doctor's orders: miso soup should not be eaten when in love~
Ever since Yuki and my "Snow Day", I had become oddly self-conscious of myself. Every time Yuki looked at me I'd freeze up and become frantic for something unlovydovy and impolite to say.
One afternoon, when we were eating a late lunch, I sat with Yuki at a table; Shigure and Tohru were visiting Hatori. We were eating miso soup in silence. But I was becoming frantic from this silence; I felt like Yuki could hear every sip I took, every thought of mine. Yuki has that way about him, that mystery, when things get real quiet.
Across the table I heard one tiny slurp from Yuki, and I went into action.
"Damn it, Rat, you're slurping," I said without thinking.
"Am I? I only slurped once, you're just making that up. I don't have your dirty eating habits fortunately."
"You know, you're being a real ass." I paused. "But I don't care, because we both are," I added. Yuki dropped his spoon in his bowl. An awkward silence followed. Yuki got up to take the spoon out of his bowl and get another, when he bumped the table and his and mine miso soup spilled- on me. Yuki looked like he was going to die, from what though, I was unsure. Another silence followed, Yuki just staring at me, and I staring back uncomfortably.
"Excuse me, but I'm covered in soup here!" I said. That brought Yuki into action again. Yuki rushed to get a towel and hurried over to me, where he very gingerly began patting my shirt.
"Oh, sorry," he suddenly said, and stopped patting my shirt. He looked away and handed me the towel. I began to brush my shirt with the towel, though it wasn't helping much. I stood and threw off my shirt.
"I need to change," I said. Our eyes met suddenly. Yuki stood as well.
"Sorry," Yuki muttered. He looked away suddenly. I sighed and turned to go upstairs to put on another shirt. Suddenly I was grabbed, turned around, and slammed against a wall. Yuki kissed me. I felt my desire heighten and bliss filled me. I touched his face and pulled him closer as we continued kiss.Yuki moaned softly. Abruptly, I pushed him away. I looked him straight in the eyes.
"I will go no further with you, until I know if you're still in love with Tohru or not," I told him. He looked a little surprised and taken aback. He took a step back and looked down and sighed. Unexpectedly then, the door opened to reveal Tohru. She smiled at us.
"Oh, uh, hi Yuki, Ky-o... Is everything okay?" Tohru said. Yuki looked up at her and then back at me.
"Sorry Kyo," he said, passing his hand over my chest.
"Uh, did I miss something?" Tohru said, a little confused. Shigure came in the door after her.
"Oh, hello Kyo," Shigure said cheerily. I looked at him apathetically. "Where's your shirt?" I ignored his question and went back into the kitchen to get my shirt and then slowly trudged upstairs to my room.
"He's acting strangely," Shigure said to Tohru.
"Yuki is too; I wonder what it is," Tohru said.
~The doctor said not to eat the miso soup~
Greek and African Philosophy. Why such a person would combine two very different kinds of philosophy in one book I didn't know. Opening the book from where I had stopped before, a picture of Yuki fell out onto my chest. I picked it up and glanced at it. It was a picture of Yuki wearing a white buttoned shirt and dark pants with a light blue jacket on. The picture only caught him from the side, looking over his shoulder.
"Yuki, if you can't decide who you want to be with, don't come to me. I can only give you my love if I know all of your's is mine as well."
I was at a point now where I could make no probable guess as to whether Yuki still did love Tohru, even in the slightest. But I knew I could never accept his affections if Tohru still held some part of his heart. I knew it was very selfish of me, but Yuki needed to understand, I'm not just in this to fool around.
~The doctor can go to hell~
How dare he defile me! This was war!
"Okay, you damn rat boy, you will be defeated by my black soldiers!" I yelled triumphantly. I was engaged in a fierce battle of checkers with Yuki, and the prowess of my black soldiers was savage and determined. We were playing the only way we knew how to play a game with each other, and ignoring the fact that Yuki had just kissed me three days ago.
"Baka neko, it's just a game. This is a game of strategy, brainpower- something I'm sure you lack- not of force," Yuki said. I scowled. "Besides, I'm winning."
"Who says?! You're just trying to distract me so that I'll lose; I can see through that predictable strategy of your's, just what I'd expect of a filthy rat!" I said. Yuki gave me a dark look that said more than a thousand threatening words. Suddenly though, after around 432 threatening words, his gaze turned to a more gentler, kinder one, and he gave a laugh. Yep, leave it up to Yuki to turn civil again in the prowess of a good battle.
"You're a wimp," I said without much severeness.
"And you are a soar loser," Yuki said in a friendly mock. I playfully stuck my tongue out at him and he caught it.
"Ow. Wha are you thouing?" I said while Yuki had my tongue.
"No reason; I'm just trying to see how long you can stand it. Shigure did this to me; my grand total was two minutes and thirty-two seconds," he informed me.
"This is stupid," I said, pulling my tongue away. Yuki wiped his hands on his shirt.
"Then is this stupid? I'm not going to pretend like I didn't kiss you three days ago," Yuki said suddenly. "I'm not going to pretend like I don't want you too."
"Then why don't you kiss me?" I said. "Is it because of Tohru? Are you still so madly in love with her that you just came to me because you wanted some spurt of the moment affection? Was I just there, so you decided to use me as your love doll, just until Tohru reciprocated your feelings?" I said accusingly, surprised I had even said it. "Why can't you just tell me 'yes I still love Tohru', or 'no I don't love Tohru'? Why are you making me wonder what I am to you?" I said to him. Yuki looked very surprised at what I saw saying to him; he seemed taken aback and caught off-guard. "Well, I apparently don't know what I am to you anymore, but just to let you know, I love you, Yuki," I said loudly and with severeness in my voice. I stood from the table we had been playing at and left the room. I was not going to give him a kiss. He would get nothing more out of me until I knew whether he was still in love with Tohru.
I was unsure why I had become so worked up. But I had exploded for some reason and said some things maybe I shouldn't have, but I wasn't going to turn back now. This was turning into a battlefield apparently, and I thrived in battlefields. Yuki, decide soon who you want to be with, and don't look back after you've decided.
~Doctor's orders: miso soup should not be eaten when in love~
Ever since Yuki and my "Snow Day", I had become oddly self-conscious of myself. Every time Yuki looked at me I'd freeze up and become frantic for something unlovydovy and impolite to say.
One afternoon, when we were eating a late lunch, I sat with Yuki at a table; Shigure and Tohru were visiting Hatori. We were eating miso soup in silence. But I was becoming frantic from this silence; I felt like Yuki could hear every sip I took, every thought of mine. Yuki has that way about him, that mystery, when things get real quiet.
Across the table I heard one tiny slurp from Yuki, and I went into action.
"Damn it, Rat, you're slurping," I said without thinking.
"Am I? I only slurped once, you're just making that up. I don't have your dirty eating habits fortunately."
"You know, you're being a real ass." I paused. "But I don't care, because we both are," I added. Yuki dropped his spoon in his bowl. An awkward silence followed. Yuki got up to take the spoon out of his bowl and get another, when he bumped the table and his and mine miso soup spilled- on me. Yuki looked like he was going to die, from what though, I was unsure. Another silence followed, Yuki just staring at me, and I staring back uncomfortably.
"Excuse me, but I'm covered in soup here!" I said. That brought Yuki into action again. Yuki rushed to get a towel and hurried over to me, where he very gingerly began patting my shirt.
"Oh, sorry," he suddenly said, and stopped patting my shirt. He looked away and handed me the towel. I began to brush my shirt with the towel, though it wasn't helping much. I stood and threw off my shirt.
"I need to change," I said. Our eyes met suddenly. Yuki stood as well.
"Sorry," Yuki muttered. He looked away suddenly. I sighed and turned to go upstairs to put on another shirt. Suddenly I was grabbed, turned around, and slammed against a wall. Yuki kissed me. I felt my desire heighten and bliss filled me. I touched his face and pulled him closer as we continued kiss.Yuki moaned softly. Abruptly, I pushed him away. I looked him straight in the eyes.
"I will go no further with you, until I know if you're still in love with Tohru or not," I told him. He looked a little surprised and taken aback. He took a step back and looked down and sighed. Unexpectedly then, the door opened to reveal Tohru. She smiled at us.
"Oh, uh, hi Yuki, Ky-o... Is everything okay?" Tohru said. Yuki looked up at her and then back at me.
"Sorry Kyo," he said, passing his hand over my chest.
"Uh, did I miss something?" Tohru said, a little confused. Shigure came in the door after her.
"Oh, hello Kyo," Shigure said cheerily. I looked at him apathetically. "Where's your shirt?" I ignored his question and went back into the kitchen to get my shirt and then slowly trudged upstairs to my room.
"He's acting strangely," Shigure said to Tohru.
"Yuki is too; I wonder what it is," Tohru said.
~The doctor said not to eat the miso soup~
Greek and African Philosophy. Why such a person would combine two very different kinds of philosophy in one book I didn't know. Opening the book from where I had stopped before, a picture of Yuki fell out onto my chest. I picked it up and glanced at it. It was a picture of Yuki wearing a white buttoned shirt and dark pants with a light blue jacket on. The picture only caught him from the side, looking over his shoulder.
"Yuki, if you can't decide who you want to be with, don't come to me. I can only give you my love if I know all of your's is mine as well."
I was at a point now where I could make no probable guess as to whether Yuki still did love Tohru, even in the slightest. But I knew I could never accept his affections if Tohru still held some part of his heart. I knew it was very selfish of me, but Yuki needed to understand, I'm not just in this to fool around.
~The doctor can go to hell~
How dare he defile me! This was war!
"Okay, you damn rat boy, you will be defeated by my black soldiers!" I yelled triumphantly. I was engaged in a fierce battle of checkers with Yuki, and the prowess of my black soldiers was savage and determined. We were playing the only way we knew how to play a game with each other, and ignoring the fact that Yuki had just kissed me three days ago.
"Baka neko, it's just a game. This is a game of strategy, brainpower- something I'm sure you lack- not of force," Yuki said. I scowled. "Besides, I'm winning."
"Who says?! You're just trying to distract me so that I'll lose; I can see through that predictable strategy of your's, just what I'd expect of a filthy rat!" I said. Yuki gave me a dark look that said more than a thousand threatening words. Suddenly though, after around 432 threatening words, his gaze turned to a more gentler, kinder one, and he gave a laugh. Yep, leave it up to Yuki to turn civil again in the prowess of a good battle.
"You're a wimp," I said without much severeness.
"And you are a soar loser," Yuki said in a friendly mock. I playfully stuck my tongue out at him and he caught it.
"Ow. Wha are you thouing?" I said while Yuki had my tongue.
"No reason; I'm just trying to see how long you can stand it. Shigure did this to me; my grand total was two minutes and thirty-two seconds," he informed me.
"This is stupid," I said, pulling my tongue away. Yuki wiped his hands on his shirt.
"Then is this stupid? I'm not going to pretend like I didn't kiss you three days ago," Yuki said suddenly. "I'm not going to pretend like I don't want you too."
"Then why don't you kiss me?" I said. "Is it because of Tohru? Are you still so madly in love with her that you just came to me because you wanted some spurt of the moment affection? Was I just there, so you decided to use me as your love doll, just until Tohru reciprocated your feelings?" I said accusingly, surprised I had even said it. "Why can't you just tell me 'yes I still love Tohru', or 'no I don't love Tohru'? Why are you making me wonder what I am to you?" I said to him. Yuki looked very surprised at what I saw saying to him; he seemed taken aback and caught off-guard. "Well, I apparently don't know what I am to you anymore, but just to let you know, I love you, Yuki," I said loudly and with severeness in my voice. I stood from the table we had been playing at and left the room. I was not going to give him a kiss. He would get nothing more out of me until I knew whether he was still in love with Tohru.
I was unsure why I had become so worked up. But I had exploded for some reason and said some things maybe I shouldn't have, but I wasn't going to turn back now. This was turning into a battlefield apparently, and I thrived in battlefields. Yuki, decide soon who you want to be with, and don't look back after you've decided.