Predilection
By: Luca
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Disclaimer: Me own nada. Some lines are direct quotes from volume #3, also not mine.
Not warning: Shounen ai should not be a warning!
Warning: The Akito spoiler! Just a brief mention.
Heads up: A Shigure/Kyou ficlet, with TWT-ness. Kyouke And I'm not sure if the robe is called a 'yutaka' or a 'yukata'. Gomen! And I tried to keep them IC!
Dedications: To Lishy the Po for her incredible Shigure/Kyou arc, and Crystal, the wonderful person who put Viva La Kyouke together.
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He was afraid. Afraid to find out the truth, and Shigure knew that. That was why the Dog pushed his buttons.
"You can't hide forever, Kyou." Shigure murmured.
Shield yourself away. Hide your emotions, let no one close. That was what Kyou wanted. He'd been ostracized for years, might as well let it continue.
Just because one girl came along and opened everyone up a little bit, did they expect him to try and fit in?
No, he'd never fit in.
What did they want? Flowers and sunshine just because he came back from isolation in the mountains?
Who were they trying to kid? Years of hurt, humiliation and alienation would not be so easily forgotten, no.
And that damn rat was no help. The 'Prince Charming' was just driving Kyou further into anger and depression.
"I wonder why?"
Kyou glared to one side. Why what?
"You speak as if you're obligated to hate him."
The orange-haired boy looked up.
"But your eyes…your eyes tell a different story. They tell me…that you're afraid to find out."
His eyes widened as he just stared. No…no!
He turned and ran.
Face your demons, Kyou. You can't keep running. Sooner or later, you need to stop for air, and when you do, it will all come rushing back.
"Welcome home." The older man murmured. Then he opened his mouth again and ruined it, "You didn't do anything untoward Tohru-kun, did you?"
"Of course not!" Kyou exploded. I'm not like you!
And all was normal once again, for the time being.
And once again, night fell.
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"Kyou?" Shigure softly uttered on the other side of the paper door leading into Kyou's room.
"Whaddya want, ya damn dog?"
I want to tell you, Kyou.
"Can we talk?"
He's asking? The teen thought, and replied. "Whatever, I don't care." Well, even if I said no, the damned idiot would barge in here anyway.
But for me…it still remains…in my heart. That longing. That passion. Kyou…you are my predilection. I don't know when, how or why, but you are. That sweet naivete, that needy little boy beneath your rough exterior, I want it all. Shigure smirked. And the body that comes with it isn't bad either.
Not even Akito came close. With her, it was an obligation; to feel for the Clan Head of the Sohmas. It was a responsibility, more than anything else.
With Kyou, he wanted to capture the passion, the fire, and make it his own.
"What are ya waiting for, ya idiot? Are you coming in or you just gonna blab through the door?"
The Dog started, not realizing he'd gotten lost in his thoughts. He slid the door open and soundlessly padded in.
Currently, Kyou was lying in his bed on his stomach, a novel spread before him. He turned and traded stares with the dark-haired man.
"Oh, is that one of my novels, Kyou-kun?" He sparkled. "Which one is it? 'Steamy Summer Nights' or maybe it's 'Falling Desires' or do you have-"
"Shut up!" He glowered at the damn, nosy mutt.
Shigure was one of the few people Kyou disliked the most, hackles raising in his presence. The Dog was one with eternal ulterior motives and a fake façade. He could never tell what went on in the Dog's mind.
Momiji was just a harmless, playful child. Yuki exhibited his arrogant, superior skills. Hatori would always remain the responsible, rigid doctor. Kagura was plain crazy. But Shigure…he was an enigma. On the outside, Kyou could easily see the flirty, perverted nature he exuded but never could he tell the true thoughts of the Dog, and that was why Kyou always felt restless and edgy in his presence.
"Well, what are you here for? I don't have all night!"
"I…I just wanted to give you a copy of my latest novel!" Shigure inwardly shook his head, wrong words. That wasn't what I meant to say.
"Well, I don't want your damn book!"
"But Kyou-kun!" He wheedled.
"What?" Snapped Kyou.
"You wound me! It's my best work so far!"
He glared before tersely barking, "Just gimme the stupid thing then."
The yukata-robed man blinked. "Oh…I must've left it on my room. Oh well, I'll have to deliver it to you another time. Good night, Kyou-kun!"
Bristling, Kyou ordered, "Get out of here then, you stupid lug!"
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The next morning found Kyou standing by the fridge, open milk cartridge in hand and tilted, pouring white liquid into his mouth.
Yawning, Shigure shuffled into the room. Even half-asleep, his eyes roved over Kyou's slender form, admiring the slip of tan, smooth skin revealed by the too-short t-shirt and loose cargo pants.
Sticking the carton back into the fridge, the Cat-possessed teen turned to his cousin. A bead of milk remained on his lower lip and Shigure had to force himself not to stalk over and lick the enticing droplet off.
Kyou wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and scrounged the kitchen for some breakfast.
"Nee, Kyou-kun, get me some breakfast too, would you?"
"Make your own damn food!" He growled.
"My, my. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Or perhaps, you're feeling the frustrations of teenage hormones?"
Kyou stared, before a blush predictably stained his cheeks.
He grudgingly assembled material and food and put together cereal and drinks, more milk for himself and coffee for the novelist.
"Hey…when is Tohru returning from the Hanajima's?"
"Tsk tsk, don't you ever listen, Kyou-kun?"
"I listen!" He exclaimed. "I just…forgot, that's all!"
"Well, our little flower will be gracing us with her presence in the afternoon once more!"
"Stop talking about her that way, you pervert!"
"Soo demanding, Kyou-kun. Are you this way to all your lovers?"
His crimson eyes widened to impossible proportions.
"Oh, but I bet they love it."
"L-lovers? They! Are you insane?" He yelped. To hide his flushed face, or at least attempt to, he hastily drained his glass of milk.
Shigure got up and stalked over, leaving Kyou feeling rather hunted. He leaned down and murmured into his ear, "You have milk on your lips again."
Kyou pulled back. "Wha…?"
With nimble fingers, he tilted Kyou's chin and did what he refrained from doing before. He lapped the bead up.
Kyou stared blankly ahead of him. What the hell just happened?
By the time he gathered his wits and temper, the novelist was long gone.
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A/N: Ah, how I love the word predilection. I got it from Nittle Grasper's song, titled the aforementioned word. Kappei Yamaguchi sounds so sexy singing this song. Hee, one of these days, I should try to write a fic with a happy-smutty ending, not happy-sappy. XP Too bad, I've no skills in that department. Well, I hope you readers enjoyed that cutesy ficlet. I've looked it over but I'm sure I've missed some errors of spelling somehow. C&C would be appreciated.