Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. This story is for entertainment purposes only.
I Like Hating Him:
The Clothes Make the Man
"What is this place?" Kyou asked as he looked around the back room of Ayame's shop at the array of dresses, costumes, and lingerie. The front room of the shop contained fabrics and other sewing materials, but the backroom was where Ayame kept his special orders.
It was one day before the magazine was supposed to come photograph the shop and the models. Yuki and Tohru had decided that it would be a good idea not to bring Kyou to the store too early so they had done all the cleaning and arranging.
"My brother's in the business of making men's fantasies come true," Yuki answered.
Kyou chuckled as he fingered a lacy black negligee. "That's always been obvious. So what's the name of this magazine again?"
"I don't remember," Yuki said quickly, deciding that the title Drag Queens would most likely scare Kyou away.
"So where's the men's section?" Kyou asked casually.
Tohru gave a nervous laugh.
"You're standing in it," Yuki answered quietly.
Kyou's eyes widened in surprise. "Hell, no!" He began to move toward the door.
Yuki slammed him against a rack causing a playboy bunny costume to drop to the floor and said through gritted teeth, "Now listen here, you stupid cat, you offered your services. I don't like this anymore than you, but my brother is in a hospital bed with broken ribs, and I won't have you backing out on me."
"Your brother is even a bigger freak than I thought," Kyou spat. Yuki pulled back his fist ready to pulverize his cousin's face.
"Sohma-san, Stop!" Tohru cried out. "Please stop."
Yuki lowered his shaky fist.
"I didn't mean it like that." Kyou said quietly. "I was just mad when I found out…you know."
Yuki just nodded in response.
"So where's my damn dress?" Kyou asked, resigning himself to the humiliation.
Tohru smiled brightly. "Let me try on my outfit first, since I have to go to work, and then I'll help you with your makeup. Think of tonight as a dress rehearsal. I'll come back on my break to see how you bothlook."
"Makeup?" Kyou steamed.
"Yep," Yuki said. "My brother's wishes."
Kyou just sighed angrily.
The two boys leaned against the wall in silence with their arms crossed in front of their chests. About ten minutes later Tohru emerged from one of the back dressing rooms causing both to gasp.
"Wow," Kyou breathed.
"Miss Honda…you look…beautiful," Yuki stammered.
She was dressed in a strapless wedding dress which was very simple, but the cut flattered her figure perfectly giving her just the right amount of cleavage. On her head she wore a small tiara and a mid-length veil.
"Do you really think so?" she asked spinning in front of a mirror and then tossing her brown hair. "I mean, I guess it looks okay, but is it too much?"
"It's perfect," Kyou answered. Then added nervously. "I wonder what other outfits Ayame picked out."
"Oh, I went ahead and decided what each of us should wear," Tohru answered, "I hope you don't mind. Ayame left four outfits for the photo shoot and I picked based on hair and complexion."
"I'm sure it's fine, Miss Honda." Yuki smiled at her.
"I mean because if any of you would rather wear this dress, let me know and I'll trade you." Tohru blushed.
"I'm sure I'll love whatever you picked out for me," Kyou answered.
000
"This is awful," Kyou yelled from the fitting room next to Yuki's. "Why the hell do I have to wear this?"
"I'm sure mine isn't much better," Yuki called back.
"How's your brother?" Kyou asked.
"He's a lot better. Hatori said it's amazing how fast he's recovering."
"Good," Kyou answered. "That way I don't have to feel bad about kicking his ass."
Kyou looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing bright red lipstick, orangey blush, and brown eye shadow. Complete with his outfit he looked like a hooker. "I'm never leaving this dressing room," he groaned.
"I don't want to either," Yuki muttered, "but we have to. Okay, on the count of three: one…two…three."
Kyou opened the door, tripped, and fell flat on his face.
Yuki bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Shut up!" Kyou yelled, "I didn't know how to do up all these damn laces."
"Obviously," Yuki responded looking down at the tangled mess. That's when Kyou looked up and saw Yuki. He was wearing a lavender sun dress which had spaghetti straps and a straight neckline. It was cinched at the waist and a skirt filled with tooling flowed out stopping just above his knees. On his feet were white, strappy high heeled sandals. The dress matched Yuki's eyes perfectly and complimented his dark silver hair. Kyou hated to notice, but Yuki looked extremely pretty.
Yuki helped Kyou to his feet and went to work on unknotting and lacing Kyou's knee high black leather spike heeled boots. "How do women walk in these things?" he asked as Yuki finished. Yuki ignored him and went to work on Kyou's black leather corset top. He helped him turn it the right way and began lacing up the front allowing Kyo to examine Yuki's face. Tohru had chosen softer makeup for his fair skinned cousin making him even more beautiful than usual.
"What?" Yuki asked with annoyance as he finished with Kyou's clothing.
"You look even more like a girl than usual." Kyou's cheeks flushed slightly.
Yuki grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him roughly to the mirror. Kyou could hardly believe his eyes. He looked like a chick. His black leather corset top was loosely tied together by a string and was short enough to reveal his smoothly muscular stomach. The black leather mini-skirt he was wearing was obscenely short leaving over a foot of skin between the hem and the top of his boots.
Yuki gave him an amused expression before saying, "Guess this time I'm not the only one who looks like a girl, sexy."
"Shut up," Kyou snarled, "I will never be as girly as you." He turned to fight Yuki which was made impossible by his outfit, so instead he fell into his arms with his chin resting on Yuki's bare shoulder. "Stupid shoes."
To his surprise Yuki put his arms around him, even more surprisingly Kyou didn't struggle. It was so rare to receive an actual hug that he found himself reveling in the warmth.
"Kyou?" Yuki asked.
"Yes." As an afterthought Tohru had squirted them both with her body spray, and if Kyou just closed his eyes he knew he could imagine it was her.
"Do you wonder what it would be like to actually hold a woman?"
Kyou chuckled. "You mean besides Kagura?"
"Never mind." Yuki sighed softly. "I forget. At least you have her." He started to pull away.
For reasons unbeknownst to even him, Kyou clasped his arms around Yuki's back and pulled him closer. "I wonder what it would be like to hold Tohru," he whispered softly, "and I'm sure you do too."
Yuki leaned back so that he could look Kyou in the face. Kyou saw his own pain and agony reflected in Yuki's violet eyes and for once he realized that although he hated him, he understood him. Before either realized what was happening, their lips met and they were kissing softly.
Kyou was feeling all of the exhilaration of a first kiss. Yuki's lips were soft against his. His stomach fluttered as Yuki trailed his fingers down Kyou's back. Kyou moaned softly allowing Yuki's tongue access to his mouth. He ran it along his teeth and the roof of his mouth causing Kyou's breath to come a little faster as he tentatively pushed his tongue up to meet Yuki's and found himself cautiously exploring the inside of Yuki's mouth which caused the other boy to wind his hand into Kyou's hair and pull him deeper into the kiss. Yuki was pulling his hair, but Kyou didn't care, and he bit down softly on Yuki's lower lip as he pushed Yuki against the mirror. Their hips found each other causing them both to gasp with surprise. Kyou began to lift Yuki's skirt, wanting to remove the layers of tooling between them.
"Yuki…" a small, sad voice said from behind them.
Kyou pushed Yuki away and turned with horror. "Haru! What's he doing here?"
"The fourth model," Yuki sighed. "Haru, it's okay."
White Haru and Black Haru were battling within his mind, and unfortunately it was obvious to both Yuki and Kyo which one would win.