A/N: I finally got around to fixing up my profile, so if anyone's really bored, there's that. As for this next drabble, it's one I'm particularly fond of, likely for my fondness of a little Kyou. A lot of people seem to really overlook this aspect of Kyou and Kagura's relationship, which is a tragedy, as it's probably the strongest support for the 'ship! Kagura's last line kind of refers to the manga, and is only slightly spoilerific in dealing with the two's relationship. It's just a vague little hint that if you haven't actually read up to that part in the manga, then it won't really mean a thing.

But, behold: dialogue! Finally, right?

I'd also like to thank my wonderful reviewers, but most especially Promise Keeper and Lucinda the Maid. They've been reviewing CLT since it was first published, and I can't thank them enough for being so loyal. I'm trying to keep my updates as frequent as possible, while keeping true to the two characters; I hope I've been doing a good job so far. (sheepish smile)

Crazy Little Thing
By JleeBean

4. Everything you ever wished for.

They were talking about him again.

Kyou tried to act as if he didn't hear what they were whispering about behind their hands, and for a child, he was doing particularly well. He didn't look up when they passed by him with looks of disdain and disgust written clear over their faces, and he didn't bristle when a few of them would 'accidentally' kick sand his way.

Instead he was focused vigorously on his task, sheer concentration the only emotion he allowed to break through his countenance. With a mangled stick he'd found lying around, he drew images only children could make sense of across the patch of sand in the yard behind the Main House. A good ten feet in front of him were the other kids, the Accepted Ones, playing with their basketballs and jump ropes and laughing like they were having the time of their lives.

Well fine. He didn't need them. He didn't need anyone.

Really.

He was fine playing by himself. It was better that way. He'd never have to fight about rules or what games to play or whose ball to use or anything like that because all he'd have to worry about was himself and that was great because he knew what he liked. And he liked playing alone. It was everything he could have ever wished for.

Really.

Really.

"Hi."

Kyou blinked, surprised. There was a girl standing in front of him. She couldn't have been a year or two older than him and he recognized her as one of the Accepted Ones. But it wasn't the fact that she was here, talking to him that surprised Kyou—it was the fact that she was smiling. Actually smiling at him.

At him.

Kyou resisted the urge to look behind him because he was too afraid to find somebody there. "Are you talking to me?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

The girl laughed a little girl's laugh and nodded. "Of course—who else would I talk to?"

Kyou furrowed his orange brows. "Don't you know who I am?"

The girl tilted her head a bit. Kyou thought she looked a little sad for a moment. "Of course I do. Do you know who I am?"

Kyou frowned. "No…"

"My name's Kagura!" she giggled, stepping closer.

Kyou immediately recoiled. "But—I'm the Cat…"

"I know," said Kagura, and Kyou thought she looked sad again before she suddenly smiled brightly. "And I'm the Boar!"

Kyou couldn't help it. "Why are you here? You're not supposed to be nice to me… No one ever is…"

Kagura's smile dwindled a bit, but it stayed there, surprising Kyou even more. "That's okay, I still want to be your friend."

"But—why?"

Kyou found it weird that Kagura could still keep smiling when her eyes looked so terribly sad. "We're a lot a like, y'know?" She shrugged a bit and held out her hand. Kyou stared at it. "Don't you want a friend?"

Yes. "I… don't know…"

Kagura's hand remained in the air. "It's okay to want friends, y'know. No one deserves to be lonely. Not you," she whispered, "Not me…"

Kyou looked up at her then. Her smile was gone and she looked so much younger than he felt.

He took her hand. It was shaking. "I'm Kyou." He tried to give her a smile and was surprised to find it wasn't as hard as he thought it'd be.

Next: The effect of impact on stationary objects.