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I Like Hating Him:

Too Far

"My, oh, my. These photos are adorable." Ayame giggled holding a copy of Drag Queens.

"Look, Kyou, you and Haa-chan made the cover." Shigure was sitting in the bed next to Ayame. Tohru and Yuki were standing by his bedside, and Kyou was seated in a chair in the corner.

"I don't want to see it," Kyou answered.

He remembered Haru's outfit. It had been a scandalously short French maid uniform complete with an apron and a feather duster. He had been wearing black fishnet hosiery and black pumps. Even Kyou had noticed that he looked pretty good, and from the look on Yuki's face he had noticed too, which for some reason really pissed off Kyou.

The photographers had asked him and Haru to stand back to back and look sensually at the cameras. Kyou was curious as to how it had turned out, but wouldn't admit it.

"You and Haru would make hot lesbians," Shigure added as he turned to the inside, causing Kyo to roll his eyes. "What do you think Tohru?"

"Um, sure, they look very cute," she answered.

"I think we all look ridiculous," Yuki said as Shigure turned to the article on Ayame's shop.

"My little brother is so precious!" Ayame gushed. It was three weeks after his run in with Akito and he was healing quite nicely. He still spent most of his time in Hatori's bed although Kyou suspected he was milking it for all it was worth.

"Your little brother is an idiot for agreeing to this insanity," Kyou muttered from his spot in the chair causing Yuki to cross his arms and give him a long cold stare before leaning over to look at the magazine again.

His rival'seyes widened. "What did they do to Honda-san?"

Shigure and Ayame burst out laughing. Tohru looked at the picture in question. Her mouth went wide and she also started laughing as Yuki continued staring with an amused expression.

Kyou jumped up and snatched the magazine from Shigure who continued laughing. He looked at the picture in question. On one page was Yuki in his lavender dress. Kyou ignored the stirring below his stomach and looked at the photo on the opposite page. The body belonged to Tohru, but the head definitely didn't.

Kyou laughed. "That's one convincing cross dresser."

Ayame wiped his eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure men everywhere will want to know the number of his plastic surgeon."

"I think he's a very nice looking man," Tohru said with a smile. "His head looks much cuter on that dress than mine would."

Yuki and Kyou made eye contact and smiled at Tohru's predictable comment before glaring at each other and looking away.

"Why couldn't they have done that to all of us?" Kyou mumbled. "If anyone finds out…"

"Oh, lighten up, you stupid cat," Yuki gave his cousin a smug look. "I doubt someone at school would admit to reading this."

Momiji bounded in followed by Hatori. "You all look so cute!" he exclaimed jumping at Tohru and turning into a bunny.

"Never mind." Yuki shook his head.

000

Kyou and Yuki walked in silence. They hadn't been alone together since the night they had walked back from the shop, and they hadn't said a word since they had dropped Tohru off at work. The tension between them had been unbearable and in front of Shigure and Tohru they had been especially mean to each other.

"I think he looks better." Yuki broke the silence. "Don't you?"

Kyou shrugged, surprised that his cousin had taken a civil tone and was actually making small talk. "I think he's fine and should cut out the helpless act. I think it's disgusting how he uses this as an excuse to be all over Shigure and Hatori."

"Oh, really? Why don't we see how you feel after being beat with a crow bar, stupid cat?" Yuki's eyes narrowed.

"I hope you're not threatening me." Kyou glared back. They had stopped walking and were glowering at each other. Yuki took a step toward Kyou. Not intimidated, Kyou took a step also. Their lips were only inches apart. Kyou's heart rate quickened as he felt the heat of Yuki's breath on his face. Yuki's face inched closer before he jerked away. "You're not worth my time," he told his cousin dispassionately.

"I hate you," Kyou responded clenching his fists.

"Good," Yuki answered. "That means you should leave me alone." He snidely turned away.

Kyou seethed with anger. Being ignored was so much worse than being hated. He was tired of Yuki acting like he was beneath him. He would not be ignored. Kyou lunged at Yuki who yelped with surprise. Kyou attacked his cousin with everything he had: all the anger toward the rat in the zodiac,all the hatredtowardYuki for his indifference, and with all the frustration and confusion the kiss had caused. Still Kyou found himself pinned beneath Yuki.

"Don't you ever get tired of this?" A slight smirk played on Yuki's lips. "Why don't you just give it up?"

Kyou was mortified to feel hot angry tears well up in his eyes. Kyou did not cry, ever. Give it up? His only chance for freedom? Yuki must be crazy. Of course, he reminded himself, Yuki doesn't know. For some reason this made him more angry at his cousin. So he did the only thing he could do from that position. He lifted his head up and kissed him. Yuki's eyes widened with surprise, but he soon returned the kiss. This time their mouths were much more urgent; their lips and tongues collided against each other hungrily.

Yuki shifted so that he was positioned between Kyou's legs and rubbed his body against his cousin. Kyou began breathing heavily as Yuki's arousal rubbed against his and Yuki let out a soft moan into Kyou's mouth. Kyou's body wanted to continue, but his mind had already made a decision, so he pushed the mind numbing sensations aside and bit Yuki's lower lip as hard as he could. He tasted blood as Yuki cried out and jumped off him. "What the hell was that for?" he asked covering his mouth with his hand as blood ran down his chin.

The mixture of arousal and anger made it impossible for Kyou to think straight enough to deliver an intelligent answer. He wasn't sure why he had done it. It wouldn't change his bet with Akito or the fact that Yuki would always win. He felt frustration welling up inside him and he wanted to hurt Yuki--to make Yuki feel something when he saw him. "You are such a fag!" Kyou's voice was uncharacteristically icy. "I could tell you were excited to see me. Must be why you enjoy our little fights so much."

Yuki glared at him holding his bleeding lip, his eyes blank and cold. He didn't try to defend himself which further enraged Kyou.

Kyou smiled slightly as he said the words he knew would get a reaction. "And just what the hell were you trying to do to me--something Akito taught you?"

000

When Kyou woke up, he didn't know where he was, who he was, or what had happened. All he knew was that every inch of his body hurt and that someone was holding his hand. He blinked a couple of times at the beautiful brunette sleeping in the chair beside him. Her face was streaked with tears. Behind her, awake, was a boy so pretty he could almost be a girl. He also looked like he'd been crying. Kyou squeezed the hand before drifting out of consciousness.

He heard voices, but his eyes refused to open. He caught snippets of the conversation at his bedside.

"Kyou's condition is bad…major head trauma…Yuki, you have no idea who…"

"No." came an answer, "…like this when I found him."

My name is Kyou, he realized before sliding into the welcoming oblivion.

He was dreaming of her when he heard soft sobs. He came to almost expecting to hear her voice, but instead it was a soft male sound.

"Would you just wake up, you stupid cat? Please, I'd do anything to take it back."

Yuki, Kyou suddenly remembered, Yuki did this.

"I don't know how to comfort her," Yuki continued.

Tohru. I love her. The pain started to overthrow his memories, but Kyou pushed it away.

"I hate myself because I'm just like him."

Who? Kyou wondered. "Shut up, you damn rat, you're making my head hurt," Kyou said weakly.

Yuki left the room to get Hatori.