Chapter 2
"KYOU! YUKI!" came the cheery voice of Shiguire from around the house. The two boys immediately jumped apart as Shiguire walked up to them and studied them closely, eyes wandering to their messy hair, Yuki's untucked shirt, the cuts on Kyou's back and Yuki's bleeding lip. The two boys struggled to stay impassive. Yuki put on a serene expressionless face and Kyou his usual scowl. Both were determined not to look into Shiguire's eyes in fear that they might give something away. "Have you to been fighting all this time?" Yuki and Kyou both sighed in relief, but neither let it show. "Looks like Kyou's getting better," Shiguire's eyes wandered again to Yuki's bleeding lip and untucked shirt.
"Ah, yes," Yuki answered without listening much to the question. Shiguire raised an eyebrow.
"Well anyways, Tohru just wanted me to call you guys back in for lunch," Shiguire continued as he walked back to the house, waving a hand behind him. Lunch? How long have they been out here? Yuki looked at his watch. It had been two hours. The two boys stood at the base of the tree for a few moments, then Yuki began walking towards the house. He tucked his shirt back in and ran his finger's through his hair, the silver strands falling neatly back into place.
Kyou saw Yuki leave and decided he should follow in suit. I must look a mess. He walked for a bit, and climbed up a tree to gain entrance to the house from his bedroom window, which he had fortuitously left open. He quickly rinsed himself off in the shower and slipped on a black t-shirt. He didn't want Tohru to see his cuts and worry. He hated it when she worried. He ran his bloody knuckles under the faucet and wrapped them in medical tape. He would tell her that it was for training.
Yuki was helping Tohru with lunch when he saw Kyou descending down the staircase. A strange sense of déjà vu enveloped him. Again he found that he could keep his eyes off the other boy.
"Souma-san," Tohru's sweet voice drifted alongside the savory smells out from the kitchen. "Can you put this on the table for me?"
"Sure," Yuki was both unwilling to stop gazing at Kyou and glad that Tohru pulled him away before his rival—or ex-rival—noticed. Were they still rivals? Did anything change between them? Yuki felt his cheeks grow warm.
"What wrong with you, you damn rat? We can't eat with you standing in front of the table like that!" Guess not. I've been expecting too much. Yuki thought as he moved to his seat on the end of the table without a word.
Kyou barked a few of his usual insults at Yuki, but they just didn't feel the same. The mouse didn't have his usual quick responses. In fact, he didn't respond at all, except in fleeting glances. It was because of what happened today. What exactly did happen today? Kyou replayed that morning's events in his mind. Why did Yuki do that? Kyou had always thought that they hated each other, cat and mouse. It was Yuki's fault that he was the reject of the Souma family. He did hate Yuki. But then why did I kiss him back? Kyou got up and left for the roof. He needed to think about this in private.
He sat on the roof, playing with the bandages on his hands. Do I have feelings for Yuki? He wondered. His immediate response was Of course not, I'm not like that, and even if I were, it wouldn't be for that kuso nezumi, Yuki. But then came the ominous question that he had been unceasingly asking himself. Why did I kiss him back? Kyou touched his lips. He could still feel the silkiness of Yuki's on them. He sighed, gazing at the wisps of clouds against the forget-me-not blue of the summer afternoon sky. It had been the first time he kissed anybody with such passion. He couldn't get too close to girls he desired because of that damn curse. Yuki. It felt so good to be with Yuki, to touch his soft skin—Kyou suddenly realized what he was thinking and banished the thoughts from his head. This was Yuki he was talking about; Yuki the rat, his rival, his nemesis.
Yuki excused himself from the dinner table not much after Kyou strolled off. He made his way to his bedroom and lay on his stomach on his bed. He buried his face in the pillow, deep in thought. I kissed Kyou. Why did I kiss Kyou? Why the fuck did I kiss Kyou? He thought, not knowing that the boy on the roof above him was pondering the exact same thing.
That night, neither Yuki nor Kyou slept soundly. Kyou pushed the thoughts of Yuki and the kiss from his mind, and tried to think of other things. Count sheep, sheep, sheep made him think of tigers, tigers were friends with the rabbit. Stupid rabbit, he always tagged along with him and...Yuki. "ARGH" Kyou shoved the pillow over his head.
Yuki on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking of Kyou; the fierceness of his kiss, the softness of his tongue. He shuddered. He kissed back. That means he wants me too right? Yuki thought for a bit and realized that Kyou wasn't in a position in which he could push him away. He frowned. Why did he care so much anyway? Yuki turned on his side and clenched his eyes shut, waiting for sleep to carry him away.
Kyou woke suddenly. A dream he had been having. He couldn't remember it now. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. What had he been dreaming about? He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. The luminous letters flashed 7:05. This wasn't like him, his instincts as the cat usually drove him to sleep till 9 or 10. Kyou tossed his dirty boxers in the hamper and pulled on another pair and then a pair of baggy khakis. If he couldn't go back to sleep he might as well go train. He was almost at the door when a thought hit him. What's the point of training when I am no longer compelled to defeat Yuki? Where did that come from? Of course he still wanted to beat Yuki. He kept repeating that to himself as he walked down the hall. He was so engulfed in that thought that he didn't notice where he was going and as a result, smacked into someone. Kyou looked up to find himself staring into the lavender eyes of Souma Yuki. The two stood locked in each other's gaze for what seemed like an eternity. Yuki broke the connection by looking down and muttering, "Come, we need to talk," Kyou followed Yuki into his bedroom.
They both sat down on Yuki's neatly made bed. Kyou watched him keenly as Yuki searched for the right words.
"About yesterday," he paused and licked his lips. This was stupid, he was never toung-tied, "I—I just. I don't know what came over me. I just looked in your eyes and..." Yuki looked up at Kyou, hoping that he would understand. The look in those crimson eyes was of slight puzzlement and something else. Was it...yearning? His head was tilted slightly; it was so incredibly charming, so irresistible, so inviting. Yuki pounced on Kyou.
Kyou knew exactly what Yuki was saying. He saw desire in Yuki's eye and knew his reflected the same emotion. When Yuki pounced on him, he welcomed him with open arms. He tasted Yuki's mouth, savored it. Their tongues swirled together. So this is what I've become. A quick though flitted through Kyou's mind before it was submerged in a wave of passion and desire. Kyou grunted as he pushed Yuki into a lying position his torso on top of the mouse boy's, never breaking the kiss. He began to kiss more fiercely, putting more weight onto his head, which was on top of Yuki's. He shoved his tongue down his throat. He hadn't realized how much he needed this.
Yuki gasped for breath. He could hardly keep up. It was obvious that Kyou had the dominance, kissing him with a passion that was so overwhelming. Yuki moaned. Kyou sensed his uncomfort and slowed down a bit. He sucked on Yuki's bottom lip. He licked his way down Yuki's neck, ripping open the buttons of Yuki's nightshirt. He slid his cool hands gently down Yuki's sides causing him to arch his back and moan again. Kyou paused, thankfully, for the quiet allowed them to hear the shuffling footsteps of Shiguire outside the door. The two sat up knowing it wasn't safe for them to continue.
After a few moments of staring at the floor Yuki spoke, "So are we still enemies?'
"We always will be enemies, it's in out blood," Yuki felt sadness sink into his chest. "But I also yearn for you, for us," Kyou didn't even know what that meant, but it felt so right. However Yuki knew exactly what he meant and he smiled. Kyou smiled as well.
"KYOU! YUKI!" came the cheery voice of Shiguire from around the house. The two boys immediately jumped apart as Shiguire walked up to them and studied them closely, eyes wandering to their messy hair, Yuki's untucked shirt, the cuts on Kyou's back and Yuki's bleeding lip. The two boys struggled to stay impassive. Yuki put on a serene expressionless face and Kyou his usual scowl. Both were determined not to look into Shiguire's eyes in fear that they might give something away. "Have you to been fighting all this time?" Yuki and Kyou both sighed in relief, but neither let it show. "Looks like Kyou's getting better," Shiguire's eyes wandered again to Yuki's bleeding lip and untucked shirt.
"Ah, yes," Yuki answered without listening much to the question. Shiguire raised an eyebrow.
"Well anyways, Tohru just wanted me to call you guys back in for lunch," Shiguire continued as he walked back to the house, waving a hand behind him. Lunch? How long have they been out here? Yuki looked at his watch. It had been two hours. The two boys stood at the base of the tree for a few moments, then Yuki began walking towards the house. He tucked his shirt back in and ran his finger's through his hair, the silver strands falling neatly back into place.
Kyou saw Yuki leave and decided he should follow in suit. I must look a mess. He walked for a bit, and climbed up a tree to gain entrance to the house from his bedroom window, which he had fortuitously left open. He quickly rinsed himself off in the shower and slipped on a black t-shirt. He didn't want Tohru to see his cuts and worry. He hated it when she worried. He ran his bloody knuckles under the faucet and wrapped them in medical tape. He would tell her that it was for training.
Yuki was helping Tohru with lunch when he saw Kyou descending down the staircase. A strange sense of déjà vu enveloped him. Again he found that he could keep his eyes off the other boy.
"Souma-san," Tohru's sweet voice drifted alongside the savory smells out from the kitchen. "Can you put this on the table for me?"
"Sure," Yuki was both unwilling to stop gazing at Kyou and glad that Tohru pulled him away before his rival—or ex-rival—noticed. Were they still rivals? Did anything change between them? Yuki felt his cheeks grow warm.
"What wrong with you, you damn rat? We can't eat with you standing in front of the table like that!" Guess not. I've been expecting too much. Yuki thought as he moved to his seat on the end of the table without a word.
Kyou barked a few of his usual insults at Yuki, but they just didn't feel the same. The mouse didn't have his usual quick responses. In fact, he didn't respond at all, except in fleeting glances. It was because of what happened today. What exactly did happen today? Kyou replayed that morning's events in his mind. Why did Yuki do that? Kyou had always thought that they hated each other, cat and mouse. It was Yuki's fault that he was the reject of the Souma family. He did hate Yuki. But then why did I kiss him back? Kyou got up and left for the roof. He needed to think about this in private.
He sat on the roof, playing with the bandages on his hands. Do I have feelings for Yuki? He wondered. His immediate response was Of course not, I'm not like that, and even if I were, it wouldn't be for that kuso nezumi, Yuki. But then came the ominous question that he had been unceasingly asking himself. Why did I kiss him back? Kyou touched his lips. He could still feel the silkiness of Yuki's on them. He sighed, gazing at the wisps of clouds against the forget-me-not blue of the summer afternoon sky. It had been the first time he kissed anybody with such passion. He couldn't get too close to girls he desired because of that damn curse. Yuki. It felt so good to be with Yuki, to touch his soft skin—Kyou suddenly realized what he was thinking and banished the thoughts from his head. This was Yuki he was talking about; Yuki the rat, his rival, his nemesis.
Yuki excused himself from the dinner table not much after Kyou strolled off. He made his way to his bedroom and lay on his stomach on his bed. He buried his face in the pillow, deep in thought. I kissed Kyou. Why did I kiss Kyou? Why the fuck did I kiss Kyou? He thought, not knowing that the boy on the roof above him was pondering the exact same thing.
That night, neither Yuki nor Kyou slept soundly. Kyou pushed the thoughts of Yuki and the kiss from his mind, and tried to think of other things. Count sheep, sheep, sheep made him think of tigers, tigers were friends with the rabbit. Stupid rabbit, he always tagged along with him and...Yuki. "ARGH" Kyou shoved the pillow over his head.
Yuki on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking of Kyou; the fierceness of his kiss, the softness of his tongue. He shuddered. He kissed back. That means he wants me too right? Yuki thought for a bit and realized that Kyou wasn't in a position in which he could push him away. He frowned. Why did he care so much anyway? Yuki turned on his side and clenched his eyes shut, waiting for sleep to carry him away.
Kyou woke suddenly. A dream he had been having. He couldn't remember it now. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. What had he been dreaming about? He glanced at the digital clock on his nightstand. The luminous letters flashed 7:05. This wasn't like him, his instincts as the cat usually drove him to sleep till 9 or 10. Kyou tossed his dirty boxers in the hamper and pulled on another pair and then a pair of baggy khakis. If he couldn't go back to sleep he might as well go train. He was almost at the door when a thought hit him. What's the point of training when I am no longer compelled to defeat Yuki? Where did that come from? Of course he still wanted to beat Yuki. He kept repeating that to himself as he walked down the hall. He was so engulfed in that thought that he didn't notice where he was going and as a result, smacked into someone. Kyou looked up to find himself staring into the lavender eyes of Souma Yuki. The two stood locked in each other's gaze for what seemed like an eternity. Yuki broke the connection by looking down and muttering, "Come, we need to talk," Kyou followed Yuki into his bedroom.
They both sat down on Yuki's neatly made bed. Kyou watched him keenly as Yuki searched for the right words.
"About yesterday," he paused and licked his lips. This was stupid, he was never toung-tied, "I—I just. I don't know what came over me. I just looked in your eyes and..." Yuki looked up at Kyou, hoping that he would understand. The look in those crimson eyes was of slight puzzlement and something else. Was it...yearning? His head was tilted slightly; it was so incredibly charming, so irresistible, so inviting. Yuki pounced on Kyou.
Kyou knew exactly what Yuki was saying. He saw desire in Yuki's eye and knew his reflected the same emotion. When Yuki pounced on him, he welcomed him with open arms. He tasted Yuki's mouth, savored it. Their tongues swirled together. So this is what I've become. A quick though flitted through Kyou's mind before it was submerged in a wave of passion and desire. Kyou grunted as he pushed Yuki into a lying position his torso on top of the mouse boy's, never breaking the kiss. He began to kiss more fiercely, putting more weight onto his head, which was on top of Yuki's. He shoved his tongue down his throat. He hadn't realized how much he needed this.
Yuki gasped for breath. He could hardly keep up. It was obvious that Kyou had the dominance, kissing him with a passion that was so overwhelming. Yuki moaned. Kyou sensed his uncomfort and slowed down a bit. He sucked on Yuki's bottom lip. He licked his way down Yuki's neck, ripping open the buttons of Yuki's nightshirt. He slid his cool hands gently down Yuki's sides causing him to arch his back and moan again. Kyou paused, thankfully, for the quiet allowed them to hear the shuffling footsteps of Shiguire outside the door. The two sat up knowing it wasn't safe for them to continue.
After a few moments of staring at the floor Yuki spoke, "So are we still enemies?'
"We always will be enemies, it's in out blood," Yuki felt sadness sink into his chest. "But I also yearn for you, for us," Kyou didn't even know what that meant, but it felt so right. However Yuki knew exactly what he meant and he smiled. Kyou smiled as well.