CH7: Stay, Bunny

A/N: Sorry it took so long to install a new chapter but I've been busy with my art. Hope this chapter makes up for it. Don't expect another chapter any time soon. I'm losing my insperation.

Story

Sighing he looked ahead, finding himself glaring at his stubborn adversary. He growled when what he wanted did not happen, deciding instead to kick at it he sighed plopping down against the stairs glaring again.

The door was not moved.

He scowled before storming up stairs making sure to pound every last step with his bare feet, ignoring the slight tingling in his foot as he did so. When he reached his room he slammed the door loudly dispite the fact that no one was home to hear it. Flopping down on his futon he glared at the ceiling. He knew he was being childish but he didn't care. He was annoyed, he was hungry, and he was lonely.

He scowled when he thought of why he was annoyed, of why he was hungry, WHY he was lonely.

Kinomoto Touya.

The brunete had come prancing over a dull look on his face before it formed into a small smile at seeing his favorite person. Telling the boy about something he wished to do that day he widdled and almost begged, because Kinomoto Touya did not beg for anything or anyone(maybe for Yukito...if he asked...), until the fair haired boy had agreed. With a delicate wave of his hand and a small explanation of what was made in the fridge and how to use the microwave he had allowed an annoyed Touya to drag him off leaving Yue completely alone and to his own devices. And the white haired man had immediately sat on the stairs and glared at the door as if willing the bespeckled boy to change his mind and run back in to spend his time with his counterpart. To no avail.

Scowling again he turned to his side to glare at his wall instead. He had refused to be bothered with making his own meal and instead insisted upon waiting for Yukito to return and do it for him. He had never had to eat because the boy had always ate enough for the both of them never really knowing why he ate so much until it was explained to him. So it was safe to say that Yue had never really felt hungry before. A few moments later he could swear to any deity that he was starving to death as his stomach rumbled angrily at having been neglected. He scowled harder at the wall cursing the day Kinomoto Touya was concieved.

So deep was he in his 'Kill Touya' thoughts, he hadn't heard the downstairs door open or heard when soft gentle feet practically glided upstairs and to his door nor did he hear, when his stomach grumbled again and the gentle steps retreated downstairs. But a few moments later he did hear the distinct ding of the large square that Yukito had called a 'microwave'. He stayed where he was as the same gentle steps wandered up the stairs, he listened as each step was made on the stairs leading up to the hall and to his room, he listened as the door was gently nudged open knowing without looking that he had done it with his foot. He sat up only when the small hand gently touched his shoulder to gain his attention. He had it immediately. He looked down at his meal noticing a second plate next to his own he looked up puzzled to see Yukito smiling at him.

"Would you mind if I ate with you tonight?" He shook his head slowly, why on earth would he mind? Gently picking up the two wooden sticks he watched Yukito pick up some tempura before picking up some white rice. Intruiged he looked down at his own chopsticks before replicating what Yukito had done, he failed the first three times first dropping the tempura then flipping it into Yukito's plate and nearly beaming the poor boy the next time. Finally he got it and beamed in triumph after sucessfully getting it into his mouth he glanced up when he heard clapping to see Yukito smiling proudly at him clapping his hands at Yue's achivement.

Blushing he ducked his head allowing some of his hair to dip infront of his face, he was throughly annoyed when his hair fell into his food. Swipping at it he scowled when it did little more but ruffle before falling again. He jumped slightly when Yukito's gentle hands swiped his hair back and twirled it into a bun before taking a clean chopstick from the tray and sticking it between it effectively holding it in place.

"There, an eating utensil and a hair utensil all in one." He grinned before returning to eating, Yue watched him slightly before going back to eating, no matter how hard he tried the small smile on his face refused to go away.

Daidouji Residence

Once again a long drawn out sigh filtered across the room and once again Tomoyo found herself gritting her teeth. Of all the rooms she had in the mansion, why had he chosen THIS one to mope in? Why had he decided out of all the lounges, gamerooms, dens, and empty bedrooms he had decided to -grace- her with his presence.

When another sigh cut through the silence that she had specificlly come up here for she took a small puff of air before turning in her seat, smile plastered to her face to look at the solumn gaurdian. "Yue-san? Why so sad?" She asked and waited until the moon guardian deemed her worthy enough of his time to grace her with an answer.

"Nothing."

That was it.

All the time he sat there sighing and moaning, and basically vying for attention and when he got it all he could say was 'Nothing'?

Nothing!!?

She could feel her eye twitch, a habit she had gotten from her mother when she dealt with buisness associates. Remembering to keep her smile on she tilted her head. "Surely it must be something to gain this much emotion from you." She waited. "No, Nothing."

That same eye twitched. "Are you possitive?"

"Hai." She shrugged turning back to the dress she was sewing. A few minutes into her work the same long sigh cut through the air, louder this time. She gently set down her needle and cloth, not trusting herself with a sharp object. Turning once again to look at him she smiled. "Honstly Yue-san, there is something wrong with you. Would you care to tell me? Or maybe Sakura-chan?" He shook his head. "There's nothing to tell. I'm fine."

Again the twitching. "Maybe Yukito-san then?" She blinked surprised when his face crumpled in sadness before he regained his emotionless mask. "There is nothing to tell."

"....Did you and Yukito-san have an arguement?"

He snorted. "The very notion that Yukito can argue with ANYONE. Is perposterous(sp?), I won't even deem that with a proper answer."

"Did he forget to do something for you? He usually forgets things unless Touya reminds him."

"What would that matter?"

She paused watching as he seemed to tense at the mention of the older Kinomoto sibling. Suddenly everything clicked. "Yue!! Are you JEALOUS of Touya?!"

He seemed to jump. "Are you insane!? What reason would I possibly have to be jealous of that low class, powerless, unattractive, attention stealing, know nothing mortal?! None that's what!! The very idea!! I mean honestly!! And you call yourself smart!" He was midly aware that not only was he babbling nonsense, insulting the hostess, and basically screaming in her face, but he was also clutching the cushion of the chair so tightly that his nails cut through, and his rising anger had caused him to call on his ice attack which had frozen his chair completely.

Tomoyo arched a delicate brow waiting until he had stopped ranting. "Because Yukito has all of his attention." She mused easily and watched in barely consealed amusement as he went off on another rant.

Tsukishiro Household

Once again he found himself in the same position as a week prior, glaring in accusation at the door. A part of him wished the door would have gotten stuck locking the fair haired youth inside, another part of him had hoped it would fall ot it's hinges and crush Touya, and another part was telling him just how childish he was being.

It wasn't Yukito's fault that people seemed to flock to him. It wasn't his fault that people found him attractive. Wasn't his fault that he was such a good listner. Not his fault that he was sweet, polite, intelligent, caring, sexy, and a helluva lot more. No. That was not Yukito's fault. He had no control over how he looked. It was completely and totally Yue's fault. His fault for making him a attractive. His fault for making him a good listner. His fault for making him sweet, polite, intelligent, caring, sexy and a helluva lot more. It was completely his fault. His only thought had been to make someone that would instantly attract the Kinomoto brother. He hadn't meant for Touya to -fall- for the boy.

But if he thought about, and Kami knows he didn't want to, he would realize that he had practically made Yukito for Touya Kinomoto. And that very thought angered him more than what the tall boy could possibly be doing alone with his Snow bunny. He scowled angrilly glaring straight ahead his mind in a whirlwind.

This was how, five hours later, Yukito found the ice guardian. Glaring at the doorway, the stairs around him covered in ice. Sighing Yukito gently placed his hand on his shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts. Yue simply looked up at him. Without another word Yukito gently grabbed his arm tugging him to his feet before stepping over the two stairs that were ice covered, leading Yue back to his own room. Gently laying Yue back on his futon he stood to leave, surprised when Yue grabbed his arm.

"Yue?"

"Stay......onegai...."

He smiled softly laying beside Yue, gently pulling him into a hug. "O.k." He whispered allowing Yue to wrap him in a protective hold.

Yue watched the moonlight play over the boys features as he quietly slept curled like a cat into Yue's chest. Yue sighed softly pulling him closer and breathing in his scent.

"Stay.....forever, my bunny. Stay."

A/N: That's it for this chapter.