pairings. yuki/kyo and shigure/hatori

smartass thoughts that are always truthful, and ever deadly annoying

normal thoughts

•second person not pov person thoughts•

'normal talking'

phone conversations and lyrics

akito's gonna be a guy in this fic.

i dont own furuba, and if i did, then…i wouldn't have a life's savings of about $400 which im using to save up for for a violin. i would be a very rich person who…if i felt like it…would read and rite fanfics for the heck of it anyways!

This ones also by Edgar Allen Poe. He's awesome!

THE LAKE TO-

In spring of youth it was my lot

To haunt of the wide world a spot

To which I could not love the less—

So lovely was the lonliness

Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,

And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the night had thrown her pall

Upon the spot, as upon all,

And the mystic wind went by

Murmuring in melody,

Then—ah, then—I would awake

To the terror of the lonely lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,

But a tremulous delight—

A feeling not the jeweled mine

Could teach or bribe me to define—

Not love—although the love was thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,

And in its gult a fitting grace

For him who thence could solace bring

To his lone imagining,

Whose solitary sould could make

And Eden of that dim lake.

Edgar Allen Poe

Chapter Two•Yuki-kun's POV

Why is Kyo being so nice? Does even he know that he is? I like it when he's nice, though. I get his attention without being insulting. Before, I'd have to fight him to get it. The only reason I'd fight him back when he fought me was to be noticed by him just that little bit more.

When I fell onto him, he didn't tense up like I thought he would. He almost welcomed me, and then he threw me to the ground and walked away. When he looked back, I didn't see the normal Kyo. I'm sure I saw the true him. And a sad him. Not one consumed by the want to fight and be fought back. I wish he was like that more. I wish he stays like this. Not angry towards me all the time, or quite as much. And I hope it isn't just for today, and because of Akito. Even if it is, I have enough kindness to last a while. Long enough, that is, that I won't have to fight him for half a year.

My thoughts were shattered as the door opened, and Hatori entered.

'Take off you shirt,' he ordered. I peeled the ripped uniform gently from my cuts. I gasped in pain when one of them opened and started to drip blood. The tatsu doctor bent over the wounds, and carefully examined them. 'Any idea why Akito did this to you?'

I shook my head. 'He said something about how I never visit him, but I don't think he'd half kill me over such a small thing.' Hatori sighed.

I groaned as I heard a loud "ALL RIGHT!" coming from the kitchen.

Ayame was here. Shit. 'Why'd you have to bring the idiot?'

'Aaya?' I nodded. 'He said he hadn't seen Shigure in a while, and…' Hatori grinned, 'he wanted to see you.'

I lifted myself high enough so I could flop down onto my stomach, my purpleish gray hair spreading over my pillow like a dry waterfall. Why did my brother always have to come whenever I was suffering? He only made things worse.

Hatori bandaged up my upper back. 'Take care, Yuki. And please, be nice to Kyo, for once. I think it really hurts him when you fight.'

I just stared bankly at the wall for a moment, before looking back to Hatori. 'How do you know? You can't tell anything about Kyo unless he tells you.'

'Kyo really isn't quite as mad when he's near you. He's actually happy, and he smiles more. You can definitly tell that there's an annoyance and deep sadness from fighting you all the time.'

My heart wrenched at what Hatori had said. My selfishness had caused someone I liked pain. Apparently, Hatori noticed, because he asked, 'What's wrong?'

'It's all…my fault. That Kyo's so moody around me. Trying to hide… sadness? It's my…selfishness. I wanted to get his attention, and the only way I could do that…was to fight him.' Tears welled up in my eyes and I fought the urge to break down crying completely. I noticed that when Hatori walked out of the room, he had a small smile on his face. What was on his mind? The thought didn't bother me much longer. I watched out of my window the coloring trees swaying in the slight breeze. A little of it wafted in through my open window. I breathed in deeply the sweet scent of fall, and fell into a light, dreamless sleep.