A/N: Just a beginning to the story I'm working on. Believe me, I plan on finishing this before the New Year. This is probably going to be rated R just for language and... other... stuff. Cough If it gets any NC-17 ish, I'll just upload it onto sometime. I highly doubt it will be, but its just a heads up.
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Prologue
Relieving, Releasing, Revolting, Rejecting. These four key elements all pooled together in a one man's mind, twisting and churning into one another, creating a perfect person he was imagining right then and there, on top of that rooftop. His blazing orange-red hair captured the setting sun perfectly, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the refreshing breeze that caressed his cheeks and cleared his memory of what he was thinking before he saw the beautiful sight in front him. The man of perhaps only twenty-one shifted slightly, his back now hunched over his kneecaps, almost forming a 'C'-like shape out of his body. He laid his head down on his forearms, peacefully putting to rest his thoughts in the back of his mind, before hearing a light swishing of the sliding paper doors underneath him.
Eyes and head raised to peek down at whom came out the door, Kyo Sohma stared at the lithe form of another with pale, almost blue and gray mixed hair past his shoulders, the tie that it was in slowly began to fall out. The other male on the ground spoke softly, but loud enough for Kyo to hear, "You always go up there no matter what."
The red headed man sighed and stood up, climbing down until he could reach a place where he jumped down from the platform, landing smoothly next to the other, "You shouldn't be outside, you know what this weather does to you if you don't..." He paused, pulling up the other young man's kimono collar, the bare skin no more, "...if you don't stay inside or bring out a proper cloak."
Pools of hazy gray stared at the ground, as the light started to disappear as fast as the sun rose, the presence of the lithe man disturbing the bright rays that found its covering from him, almost cowering into shadow until it was no more. Kyo shook his head, "Yuki," he put a hand on the other's shoulder, lightly, almost brushing instead of touching, "the banquet will start soon."
Yuki Sohma, twenty years old, looked from the ground towards two fiery eyes that matched the sun's rays, however they did not cower such as the sun did when the dark and light orbs met, but they locked. With a curve of his lips, the younger Sohma silently agreed to Kyo as he turned to step back inside to prepare for the feast that was heading towards them quickly.
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More to come soon.