Awakening
It's meee! I'm going to start doing my reviewer love here.
BakaDen: Thanks! Kyo's so helpless...
Miko-Chatlover: I hear ya, I hear ya. I hear Mike Pack bothering me about it too... Whoops! ACK! I'm being mean, I'm sorry! But anyway, I will make this one long... (er.)
I don't own Furuba... (much later: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist either...)
Chapter 2
Yuki's POV
Yuki was tired. Reeally, reeally tired. He'd stayed up all night wondering about Kyo's question... and wondering why the freak it was so friggin' important to him! So what if he recognized Kyo's aura... his sounds... his scent...
Yuki's mind scurried away from THAT thought. Ugh! Well, he had been living with Kyo for quite a long time... it would make sense for him to recognize Kyo... right?
It was six in the morning on a Sunday, he'd been awake till one thinking about this, he was STILL thinking about it... and he wasn't a morning person anyway! Such a HEADACHE...
There was only one thing to do, Yuki decided. It was going to be difficult, and require much courage. But it was the only way out of this problem.
Kyo's POV
Kyo was sitting in his room, surrounded by balled up stick figure pictures of his lovely Prince. He sighed irritably. The hell... why couldn't he draw? He supposed it might be because he spent his entire childhood training in martial arts...
Which reminded him. The cage. He couldn't beat Yuki now! He'd feel every blow upon his beloved upon himself a million times over...
"URRRGH! I'm so freaking MUSHY all of a sudd-"
That's when he felt his hand catch on fire. Guess he wasn't kidding about the million- times over thing.
Yuki's POV
"OWWWWWWWW!" Yuki screamed. The teapot slipped off the table where he had flung it a couple of seconds ago; it hit the ground and sent a little tidal wave of boiling water across the linoleum floor. Not wanting to burn himself any more than he already was, he jumped up onto the counter. Fortunately, he missed the stove... which was still on.
Kyo came rushing into the room, clutching his hand... the same hand Yuki burned. ODD, Yuki thought, but before that solidified, Kyo started yelling at him.
"YUKI YOU IDIOT! Didn't Shigure ban you from the stove a couple of MONTHS AGO?"
"I was tired!"
"Well, you'd better be awake NOW!"
He was. He was VERY awake, in fact. The pain had pushed it out of his head, but the sight of Kyo brought it back. Why was he so familiar with every facet of Kyo's being? And why was Kyo the first downstairs? He could hear Tohru and Shigure coming down, but Kyo came down almost before Yuki had stopped screaming. And why...
Why did that make him so happy? Happy that it was Kyo running around, getting a mop, turning off the stove?
The part of his brain that dealt wiht logic woke up when Tohru came in. Of course! It would make her happy that Yuki and Kyo could tolerate each other.
And thoroughly ignoring the part of his brain dealing with truths, he went up to his room, put an ice pack on, and went to sleep.
-The end... IS NOW! AHAHAHAHA!-
Me: It's LOOONGER!
MP: ... It's still short.
Me: Short like Ed!
MP: DUCK!
Me: Where?
Ed: I will KILLL YOOOOU! DON'T CALL ME AN INSIGNIFIGANT INSECT THAT NEEDS A LADDER TO MAKE IT ACROSS THE CRACKS IN THE BATHROOM TILES!
Me: I DIDN'T SAY ANY OF THAT!
MP: Uhh... riiight.