Heylo! Well, I did say we'd update soon, didn't I? lol , well this chapters a little…odd, perhaps? I tried to put some extra fluff in during editing, so I hope you like-like, koi-koi? Tell us what ya think!
#neko# & nezumi
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Happy Days
Chapter 3
As Haru phased out open-mouthed at the heavenly figure before him, the grip of his fingers on the table wood laxed. As his eyes met Yuki's, the large plank dropped to the floor behind the bull. The splitting crash as it hit the floor sent the next events spiralling into double speed.
Alerted by the noise, Haru twisted round, inadvertently catching his foot on the splintering wood - thus tripping himself up and sending the boy hurtling through the building's paper-thin wall.
Everyone in the room flinched painfully at Haru's exclamation as he vanished from sight, sending up a shower of foliage. Yuki winced, watching through clumsy dripping locks as Haru's voice gave a single, distinct, delayed "OW!" from outside.
Inside, the whole room fell silent. Shigure sniggered and was promptly hit by Yuki - who glared down at his elder cousin. In an extremely delayed reaction, Tohru exclaimed;
"OhmygodHaruareyoualright!"
She then leapt across the room and disappeared through the hole Haru had made. A few seconds later they both appeared back in the room. Haru's face showed a tinge of pain and Tohru looked positively sick. The reason for this was apparent. Crimson liquid trickled down Haru's arm, the source of the blood were the deep gashes, from which protruded several large crystal blades.
"Who left the sodding whisky bottle in the sodding flowerbed."
Haru spoke through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed. The air in the room grew tight and a bad vibe passed through the room. Black Haru…
Tohru snapped back to her usual self and instantly began circling the room at top speed, listing many possible ailments, etc., that may be relevant to the situation. Kyo put a stop to this by catching hold of her arm.
"Calm down! You'll make yourself ill again."
"But he may get gangrene! His arm might fall off! He mi-"
The girl dropped like a rock as Kyo applied a pressure point to her shoulder. Ducking down, he caught her by the shoulders and lowered her gently, his fingers trembled slightly.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered, subconsciously taking up a protective vigil by her side.
Shigure looked around the room.
"Hey, where'd Haru go?"
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"Be quiet." Yuki commanded, slamming Haru back roughly into the wall, causing him to collapse in the chair beneath. Yuki picked up a phone from the wall and quickly dialled, having dragged the bull away from the dining room amidst all the commotion (the commotion being Tohru).
Haru sat crossly, beginning to wrench small shards of glass from his wound, wincing.
"Stop that." Yuki grabbed Haru's arm as he reached for the cut again.
"Why should I?" The bull growled, apparently still seeing red.
"Do you want a sceptic arm? Your fingers are covered in soil. I'm calling Hatori so he can come sort you out." The receiver drew his attention and he spoke into it.
"Hello, Hatori? Yes, it's Yuki…"
Haru gazed at Yuki's hand on his before shaking him off. He blinked a few times, eyes calming.
"An hour!" Yuki's exclamation startled Haru.
"I do have other patients." The voice at the other end of the line snapped before hanging up. In defeat Yuki dropped the phone back onto the stand. He sunk to the floor next to Haru.
"An hour. He'll be here in an hour…" Yuki grumbled.
"I'll survive." Haru grimaced reassuringly, leaning his head against the wall. In the silence that followed the pair heard Kyo exit the room in a bad-tempered manner.
"I'd better go get the stuff to do your arm, then." Yuki sighed, heaving himself to his feet.
In Yuki's absence Kyo walked past the injured Sohma, muttering.
"…Two drunks and an unconscious girl…I can't handle this!" He left the house, shouting, "I'm going for a walk!"
Haru cocked a brow after him, when Yuki reappeared. Haru flashed him a grim smile, watching him sink down before him again, laying out a first-aid kit on the floor.
"Oh no you don't!" Haru pulled his arm away from Yuki, who had pulled tweezers out of the box.
"Do you want it to get worse?" Yuki searched through the box, bandages already at his side. Haru looked on and saw Yuki retrieve a small bottle from the box.
"What is that?" Haru motioned suspiciously at the bottle in Yuki's hand.
"Iodine - an anti-sceptic." Yuki set the bottle down next to the bandages. He shuffled closer and reached for Haru's wrist. Reluctantly, Haru let him take it. As gently as possible, Yuki pulled a shard of glass from the wound. The bull grimaced slightly as the object was peeled from his flesh. The rat then reached for the bottle of iodine, pouring some onto a piece of cotton wool and edging forward.
"This is gonna hurt." Yuki warned.
"Yeah right." The younger of the two scoffed, confidently presenting Yuki with his arm. Carefully, Yuki cleaned the area around the wound.
"Told you it wouldn't." Haru boasted.
"I'm not finished yet." Yuki again rooted through the first-aid box. Bringing out a pipette, he dipped it into the anti-sceptic liquid. He motioned for Haru to present his arm again. Positioning the pipette over the tear he squeezed the dropper, making a drop of golden iodine fall into the gash.
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Kyo sat on his favourite perch in his favourite tree, several metres away from Yuki's vegetable patch of upturned leeks.
"AAAAAAAAAA--!" - he heard the distant scream, from the direction of Shigure's stronghold, echoing through the forest and almost making the cat drop from his tree. Kyo's head emerged from the foliage, curious.
"WTF?…"
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Haru bucked knocking the pipette across the room.
"AAAAAAAAAA--!" He screamed, gripping the sides of his chair with both hands.
Yuki rolled his eyes, stopping himself from commenting, knowing it'd just be lost in Haru's outburst. Told you. He reached out and propped Haru's chin up, sealing his lips with a well-placed thumb. Haru threw his head to the side and re-opened his mouth to scream again.
Agitated, the rat reached to shut it again - and felt sharp teeth clamp down on his hand. The two silently glared at each other.
"I told you it would hurt." Yuki snarled, his fingers still held firmly by Haru's teeth. "Now, can I have my hand back?"
Yuki tugged on his hand - and Haru followed the motion, releasing the hand and falling forward to embrace the prince tightly, snuggling his face into the rat's silky hair. Yuki was startled by this sudden closeness, at the way Haru burrowed lovingly into his neck, the way his strong arms held him, the way his hands clutched as if never wanting to let him go…
After a moment, Yuki hugged back just as tightly, one hand finding Haru's head, slender digits pulling through his hair, the other snaking defensively around the boy's waist. He pressed himself close, to his surprise wanting something more, wanting to taste Haru. Biting his bottom lip he fought the urge to find the other's lips, remembering that Hatori would arrive soon.
Yuki sighed, reluctantly pushing Haru back to an upright position, seeing his reflected regret in his eyes before reassuming a more professional approach. He kept hold of Haru's arm. He absent-mindedly ran a finger around the wound, the tweezers poised to continue their assault.
"I have to finish this, do you want something to bite down on?"
Haru locked eyes with him intently. You…
"Well?"
Haru grunted and bit down on his own hand. Yuki sighed again, retrieving the iodine bottle and what-not.
"…suit yourself…"
Again Yuki cleaned Haru's wounds, this time without Haru screaming. When all the gashes had been treated he reached for the bandages.
"Now stay still, this has to be tied tight."
Haru watched as Yuki circled the arm in white mesh, clumsily.
"Not quite the graceful Prince you pretend to be, eh?"
Haru remarked as the roll of bandage fell from Yuki's left hand. The bull sat back and let Yuki finish his task, every so often feeling the rat's smooth skin brush against his - making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He breathed heavily, savouring every moment. Yuki pulled away.
"hold this." The rat positioned Haru's hand so that it kept the bandage in place while he looked for a safety pin. Once found, he used the pin to keep the bandage in place.
"Your turn…" Haru teased, reaching for Yuki's left hand.
"What?" Yuki looked on, one eyebrow raised in question. Haru was studying the three fingers that had been bitten. The Prince's once slender digits were swollen and red. Scarlet liquid fell from teeth marks.
"Iodine" Haru commanded, holding his hand out. He wanted so badly to just kiss the sweet skin better, a feeling of guilt rising in his stomach at having signed and marred his Prince.
Yuki handed him the bottle. Using cotton wool Haru gently dabbed the dark liquid onto Yuki's wounds. The rat winced with pain at the contact. Flexing his fingers slightly he felt a burning sensation - left by the anti-sceptic.
"Got any more of that bandage stuff?" Haru inquired, watching Yuki observe his fingers.
"What? Oh, yeah, in the box."
Haru walked over to the kit and dropped down next to it. Then started to enigmatically search through it. When the bandage had been retrieved he turned to Yuki, who had his back to him. From behind, Haru slipped his right hand through next to Yuki's left, the bull's left hand traced delicately down the rat's right arm. Yuki tried to look round but found the fifteen-year-old's head on his shoulder. Opening his mouth to question Yuki's eyes fell on Haru's fingers. Skilfully, they wrapped up the older boy's injuries.
"Um, thanks." Yuki held his wound to his chest, an apologetic look on his face that he knew the other couldn't see.
"No problem." Haru whispered into Yuki's ear, brushing the lobe chastely with his lips and feeling the boy shiver. He ran his finger's through Yuki's silver hair, pulling away slightly. Yuki followed Haru's hand, the strands of hair falling aside to expose his bare neck. Seeing an opening Haru pressed his lips against the throat, supporting it from the other side with a hand as he flicked his tongue against the pale skin. Yuki arched his spine, effectively pressing himself back into the eager lips.
The sharp click of the front door brought Yuki out of his trance. Quick as lightening he shot to his feet and darted to greet Hatori, leaving Haru alone in the hallway. Moments later Yuki was back, accompanied by the elder Sohma.
"Lets have a look at your arm then," the doctor requested. "I see Yuki did as I said." Hatori removed the bloodied cloth to access the wounds. After looking at them a while he issued his diagnosis. "You're going to need stitches. I left my things at the entrance. Give me one minute." Hatori made his excuses and left, at normal pace.
"You'll have to be careful not to bite him, the stitches are definitely going to hurt." Yuki advised.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Haru smirked and remarked darkly, knowing the other would shiver. And he did. "Besides, you taste much better than that."
Five minutes later, Hatori, Yuki and Haru were gathered in the living room. Sporting disposable latex gloves, Hatori expertly pulled wire through Haru's skin, closing the wounds. Despite presumptions, Haru felt nothing due to local anaesthetic - Yuki, however, watched, wincing at every incision the doctor made. Once he had finished stitching the wounds Hatori bundled them up again.
"I'll change the dressing tomorrow. You'll both be at the house anyway." He spoke, packing his equipment away.
"You what?" Yuki hissed.
"Akito's party - your presence is required." Hatori left without speaking another word.