Whee! Well, I got a few people begging me to collect my courage and write the 'touching Kyo' session. I have. I've gathered my wits about me, wrote with my head down and ears flaming, on my new/old laptop in my room. It's a complete and utter piece of crap, makes strange noises like a cow in labour and it about the size of a good encyclopaedia, but really, I only want it to be a glorified typewriter, so it's okay. Word works, so it's all good. Then I let my sister read through it. well eventually stopped trying to get my sister to not read it, and sat there fidgeting with, once again, flaming ears. And it doesn't even get too far. Geez… I still need to bring up the rating…
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1.11.03 6.45 AM
Day three of sulking on the roof. I have a big-ass jacket on, and Tohru occasionally takes pity on me and gets me some food. I have all I need. Except peace of mind. After Hatori saw to our injuries, Yuki, a deep cut on his hand, Me, a thin but painful and bleed-y cut on my forehead and Tohru a few scratches and bruises, he told us sternly not to get 'carried away again', then left, most likely to report straight back to Akito. Maybe he'll think that we're right back on schedule with beating each other senseless. Ahem. Fine. Beating, and being beaten senseless. School starts on Monday. I wish it wouldn't. Ah well, it's my last year. The work's gotten a lot harder, but there's the assurance that soon I'll be free of homework, uniforms and idiotic classmates forever.
Then I'll just have to override my Akito fear and get the hell away from here. I hate to admit it, but I need to. I'm not gonna be safe when I'm so close to the main complex, and they know where I am.
The only problem is that I can't help but listen to him. I need to get over that. I need to be prepared. Nothing I've done so far has changed Akito's opinion that I deserve to be locked up. I won't allow that to happen. I'm just getting my life into some form of order. I have a boyfriend. I'm passing all my classes well. I have new friends, and I haven't scared them off yet. Everything's going well, and I'm not inclined to let it end just yet. I'll get away, with or without Yuki. As much as that sucks to say.
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I sigh and close my book, shoving it and my hands back into my pockets. I think my ass is falling asleep.
It's true. I'll need to get away. Most likely as soon as I've graduated.
I snort. A picture of myself receiving my certificate in my running shoes then breaking for the woods followed by several psychotic cousins/uncles/whatever else they can scrape up comes my mind.
Let's hope it doesn't come to that. Maybe we'll be able to reach an agreement that doesn't involve me running like a bat outta hell. Maybe hell will freeze over.
I pull my knees up to my chin, wrap my arms around them, and bury my head in the crook created. I don't want to think about it right now. I don't want to think about anything really, but that's what I come up here to do, and that's what happens anyway.
I philosophise without even meaning to. My mind just sort of gravitates towards serious matters. Sometimes, I wish it would just shut up.
Yuki sits down on the tiles next to me. "Hey."
I grunt.
"You're not still mad at me?"
"For what? Taking a swing at Tohru?"
Yuki sighs. "I'm not going to make excuses for myself. It was stupid to try that."
"You're bloody lucky my skull is so fucking thick."
Yuki snorts and drapes an arm over my shoulder as I lean into him. "Don't I know it," sighs my cousin, resting his cheek on the top of my head. His breath tickles a little, but it's warm. Warmer than everywhere else.
I'm starting to regret throwing myself into the fight. But it had only occurred to me at that instant that they weren't playing by any rules. Blade got first blood, but that didn't stop them. I should have expected it. They were both too pissed off to simply disarm each other. The stupid cut on my forehead stings constantly, not helped by the chilly wind, which irritates it to no end. I'll probably end up with a bloody white-patch in my tan. I don't scar, my genes don't allow for that, but at least a scar looks manly. I'll just look like I went to a tanning salon with a streak of sunscreen on my face.
"So… when do you think you'll come down from the roof?"
"Ah," I exclaim loudly, pushing away from the warm form I had been snuggling into, "so that's your ulterior motive! Get Kyo off the roof and back into your bedroom for that hour I promised you!"
Yuki blinks, then smirks. "I forgot about that." He leans closer to me, and breathes softly into my ear, "Thanks for reminding me…"
I 'eep', and resist the confusing urges that bubble up inside of me. One tells me to slide off the roof and head for the hills, and the other commands I shove my tongue down his throat. I slowly turn my head to stare sternly at my cousin, his face inches from mine. "Has anyone ever told you you're confusing?"
Yuki closes the gap between us for a brief, open-mouthed kiss that leaves me breathless.
Yuki breezes to his feet, and then gazes down on me, where I still perch, flushed. "Are you coming?"
I nod dumbly, and take the hand Yuki offers me.
"Soo, school tomorrow, are you two love-birds ready?"
We wiped Shigure's memory last night. He had called Hatori, and we couldn't let anything leak, and Shigure is a metaphorical sieve. I feel bad about it. I really do. But I'm not prepared to be ridiculed even more. It's bad enough that it appears everyone knows that Yuki wants to screw me.
I slip my hand from Yuki's and glare. "I'm just happy that it's the last term."
Shigure smiles widely. "Ahh, Kyo-kun, surely you can find a… more substantial reason to be happy?"
I growl at what he's implying, and stomp off into my room. I don't like being teased about something that I haven't done. Yet. My face heats up at the thought.
Yuki/Shimo's sword sits in the corner of my room. Yuki refused to acknowledge it, even though he found a matching sheath in his room. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just 'minding' it for him until he comes round. I think the thought of holding the sword and using it as a gift is a little creepy. I'm sure he'll get over it. It's a damn fine weapon.
I collapse on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Two steps forward, one step back. I know that I can rely on my Elementals to come back when I need them, but now they're all back, and I have one more twirling through my system.
I close my eyes.
"Kyo?"
Yuki's soothing presence enters the room, and he sits down on the bed next to me. I keep my eyes closed, and wonder what's gonna happen next. It's all so cliché, pretending to be asleep. Hell, I thought magic was cliché as well; maybe this'll work for me too. Rock on anime.
Yuki cups the side of my face tenderly in a feather-light embrace, and runs his thumb gently over my lips. Unable to stop myself, I open my lips slightly, and let my tongue dart out to run over his straying digit.
Yuki jerks his hand back with a startled curse.
I open my eyes and smirk at the startled expression on my cousin's face. "Come for that hour?"
Yuki recovers enough to say, "If I had, I would have shut the door.
I glance over at the door in time to see Shigure darting away, giggling. "Maybe you should have shut it anyway."
"Remind me to kill him sometime."
"Can-do."
I shut to door from where I sit, and Yuki lies down with a groan next to me, and throws an arm over my waist. We snuggle closer, our noses almost touching.
"I don't want to go to school."
"Kyo, when do you ever want to go?"
"That's not the point. When school finishes, Akito's gonna wanna close me in a box forever or something."
Yuki's eyebrows lower fractionally. "Who says we'll let him?"
Maybe I do have his support for this. "True. There's no way in hell I'm going. I'd rather run away with the Yuki fan-club than do that."
I can't stand the annoying onnas, constantly ganging up on my Yuki. It's like Narcissistic, Clingy and Co. I wonder what they'd do if they found out that I'm the one that he seems determined to have, despite how much I try to put him off, curse at him, attempt to beat him into a bloody pulp, berate him, pretend to hate his guts etc… I don't know, I don't claim to understand the jerk. It wouldn't end well.
"Ow. Is that your worst nightmare?"
"Something like it."
"Ah well, life can't be that bad if your worst nightmares are about vain whore-bags from our school,"
My mind takes a few seconds to register that. Yuki just insulted someone other than myself. People from his own grade, and all. I thought that was illegal or something, what with his being a President. He's certainly never done it before.
A thought suddenly occurs to me. "I've been thinking…"
"Does it hurt?"
I glare and hit Yuki as he smiles at me mockingly. "K'so nezumi, urusai!"
"Hai, hai baka neko."
I close my eyes and poke my tongue out at him, in a wondrous display of maturity. Before it can even be registered to my brain, Yuki's kissing me with a lot of tongue and not a lot of restraint, and I reel back, spluttering. I reach behind my head, pull out my pillow, and start beating him with it as he laughs in a teasing sort of way. "Don't!" whack "Do that!" whack "When I'm trying to make a point!" Boom-smack, and Yuki is lying on the floor next to my bed looking dazed. Single beds just weren't made to hold two people beating each other to death with pillows. "Now! Are you gonna listen to me, or not!?"
"Yes, master."
"Just for that, you can stay there as far as I'm concerned." I stuff my pillow back under my head, and roll onto my stomach.
"Fine then, I'm sorry. But you just don't seem to realise how hard it is for me to lie so near to you and not want to touch you."
Feeling heat rising to my cheeks, I stare at the predatory look in my cousin's eyes. "You can definitely stay down there, then," I manage to choke out. I'm not surprised when my voice breaks. Yuki pouts, and I reluctantly pass him my pillow to sit on, and scoot closer to the side of the bed. "What are we supposed to do at school?"
The mouse props his head up on my bed next to me, sprawled halfway on, one of his hands lying next to my side. "In what context?"
"Well, I mean, end of last term, we were at the snugly holding hands stage. Now you keep trying to jump my bones. You're bloody unsubtle about it as well. Just… don't do it at school."
"And why not?" Yuki protests, sounding rather offended.
"Because, we're both guys, and to top it all off, we're cousins. I know that's perfectly normal in our sad excuse for a family unit, but normal families… don't. Usually. Oh yeah, and I don't particularly want to have my eyes scratched out by your fan club."
"I see," he murmurs, the hand close to my side drawing small circles in my sheets, his hand moving closer to me with every loop his finger preforms. I can see where this is headed, and suddenly realise in the course of events, my shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a small amount of tanned flesh.
"Stop making designs for me, and pay attention!" I yell, yanking my shirt down.
Yuki blinks at me innocently. His hand stills.
"Bad teenage hormones."
"Sir, yes sir."
"Well?"
"Well, what do you want me to do about it? Pretend this never happened and act like a jerk again?"
"If it's more convincing, then yes."
"Fine then, I won't jump you at school."
"Great. Now, what about the elementals? What if one appears at school?"
Yuki shrugs his shoulders half-heartedly, staring at my bedspread. "If it's big, like Tempest was, then we might have to evacuate the school. If it's small, like Blossom, then we'll have to contain it as best we can, and try to act like nothing happened."
"Yeah. 'half the school totally didn't just burn down,' or something like that?" I ask, my voice oozing sarcasm.
Yuki raises an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. "More like 'we were totally never involved with half the school burning down. We just ran away screaming in the completely opposite direction'."
"Subtle."
"Well, we can't wipe the memories of the entire school. They'd still wonder why half the school is smouldering later."
"True. Well," I roll over to stare at the ceiling, "I guess it's the best we can do, as a team of two people with the collective imagination of a duck."
"Excuse me, who in this room wrote the class play this year?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Ah yes, your original production of Cinderella."
Yuki looks like, for once, he might blush. "Well, I re-wrote it."
"Stellar job."
"I was busy."
"Sure you were."
Yuki and I look at each other with raised eyebrows.
"This is getting us nowhere," Yuki finally admits.
"Agreed." I stretch, then turn to Yuki with a smirk. "Care for that hour now?"
"Alright."
"… I was kidding."
"I wasn't."
"I was…" Yuki silences me by pressing his lips against mine, slipping further onto the bed to practically lie on top of me. One of his hands twists one of my nipples through my shirt, and I gasp, clawing at the bed sheets and accidentally allowing Yuki better access to my mouth. I wind an arm around his neck as he starts to kiss and lick down my jaw line to my neck. One of his hands flicks open the first button on my shirt, and I shove Yuki off me, panting.
Yuki's eyes are feral, and he regards me like a wolf might regard a lump of meat. "And therein lies the flaw," Yuki mutters, sweeping his eyes over me from where he crouches like he's ready to spring near the foot of my bed, between my sprawled and parted legs. "Take off your shirt."
"What?"
"This is my hour, and I'm the teacher. Sensei says 'take off your shirt.'"
Unwillingly, I undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt and sit forward to slip it off my shoulders, then throw it over the side of the bed. "Gaksei says sensei is a jerk."
Yuki tuts, crawling closer to me. "Don't make me punish you for being rude…"
I can feel my eyes widen in my flaming face, and I start to, as Shigure puts it, ineffectually sissy-slap Yuki. "Stop talking kinky!"
Yuki chuckles as he defends himself from my weak attack. "Terribly," he kisses my neck again, "Terribly," and places a warm hand to my chest, "sorry."
There it is. A momentous occasion in Kyo history. Yuki has a hand on my chest, and I haven't shoved/kicked him off wailing like a banshee. The fast that he's currently sucking on my neck does help distract things though.
"There… you got a hand on me… wanna stop now?" I manage to choke out. I just feel really self-conscious. Embarrassed, even though I know, well, am fairly sure there's no one watching.
"You want me to stop?" Yuki murmurs, before swirling his evil tongue around one of my nipples. I arch my back for better access and involuntarily moan.
"Damn you…"
I shuffle further down on the bed, and stick my tongue in Yuki's ear, getting a great sense of satisfaction when I hear him groan. "Two can play at that game, you horny bastard…"
My tongue flits lightly around the shell of his ear, then I nibble and suck on his lobe, as Yuki stops his onslaught to get a taste of his own medicine.
A hand forces my face around to face my cousin, and our tongues clash again. Yuki pulls back eventually to catch his breath, and pants, "You learn quickly,"
"I have a good teacher... even if he is a bloody bastard." I glance over at the clock. "Your hour's up."
"What?"
I shrug my shoulders as best I can with my arms wrapped around my teacher's neck. "I'm counting our talk as well."
Yuki scowls at me like I've run over his puppy. "You're not playing fair."
"Life's not fair. C'mon, off you trot, I have to get dressed… re-dressed. Go on."
Yuki reluctantly climbs off me, still scowling. "I…"
I sit up and retrieve my shirt from the floor. "Next time, your shirt's coming off too."
I'm pulling my shirt and buttoning it as I pretend not to watch Yuki walking gingerly out of the room, reluctant to cause too much friction between himself and his pants.
I can't help but smirk. Shit like this makes my day worthwhile.
And that's where I leave it, because that's where my poor little ball of courage runs out. Take pity on me, this is my first time writing… anything of the sort… Nyes.
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