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Yet another chapter - nothing of much interest to say this time... other than I'm watching a Life Support Marathon! (Aussie Comedy Life Style Program Show). So yeah... I'm thinking about killing off Akito. What do you all think? (I can hear my brain screaming; "NO!", but hey.)

So, your thoughts would be greatly appriciated, and, like, please enjoy and don't forget to review n.n

Part Twenty-Two: Flirt

Hatori tensed. When Kyo had run away, he'd obviously gone to Kazuma's. It should have been blindly obvious, considering Kazuma was probably the only other person – other than Shigure – that he could 'open' up to. "..."

"Well?"

"He asked me too." Hatori said simply, careful not to take his eyes off of Kazuma, who by now was looking rather scary.

"..." Before Kazuma kicked the shit out of Hatori, he turned and left, slamming the door behind him.

I'm glad I didn't have to explain that. Hatori thought with relief, before turning back around to his desk, and pouring over Shigure's file. (A/n: I shall save the explanation to Kazuma for a later date... just to keep you on edge! Hear that, PurpleAjah? What ever you do – Don't let me forget about it!)

"Oh, is our lovely flower making us lunch again?" Shigure cooed, sniffing the pot in which Tohru had beef stew. "It smells heavenly, and is that some new perfume you're wearing?"

Outside the Kitchen door, glaring into Tohru's back, Kyo's hands became fists, his anger jumping two on the scale every time Shigure mentioned something perverted in Tohru's general direction.

"Oh, Tohru-kun, one day you'll make somebody – like me – a wonderful wife!"

Kyo's eye twitched.

"Oh, really, Shigure-san!" Tohru said, flushing as usual, "I really don't think..."

"No, no – no need to be bashful! It is very true, Tohru-kun."

In the midst of that sentence, Kyo had lost all his patience and had walked into the kitchen, gripping Shigure's shoulder with a very tight grip. "Who's going to be a wife of who?"

"Oh, so you agree with me, Kyo-kun?" Shigure asked, wrapping his arm around Kyo's shoulder. "Tohru-kun will make a lovely wife, wouldn't she?"

Kyo's body went rigid. He knew Shigure wasn't doing it in that way, but Kyo had only just gotten used to Shigure's advances – and now he wasn't used to it not being an advance. Shigure didn't seem to notice.

"Ah, to see her in a wedding dress." Shigure continued, smiling happily to himself. "Let's go to get Aya to make one!"

"Don't you dare." Kyo glared, more jealous than anything.

Kyo paused momentarily. Why was he still jealous of Ayame? Or was it the fact that he was talking about marrying Tohru and not... him? Wait... was that even legal? What in the hell was he thinking? Twitching, Kyo shook off Shigure's arm, and punched the novelest in the arm.

"Waaaaaah! Ow! Kyo-kun, you don't have to be so mean!" Shigure pouted.

Kyo stalked out of the room, trying to ignore Shigure as he continued to – attempt to – flirt with Tohru.

Why couldn't he say it? He'd had two chances to – and he couldn't! Something had stopped him! It had been Hatori on one occasion, but... ARGH!

Kyo shoved his hands into his pockets, glaring at the ground and at the stone that he was kicking. He didn't know where he was headed, but he didn't want to be in the same house as Shigure. It had been... weird and the one thing that he was regretting the most was not telling Shigure that he loved him.

Why hadn't he been able too? Had he been unsure? He was pretty sure that the horrible feeling he had in his chest crushed all doubts that he didn't. Kyo loved Shigure – that was all there was to it.

It hurt. Kyo hurt, and so far, only Kazuma knew about it. He would die before he told anybody else.

Kyo blinked, looking up at the destination that his feet had brought him – the... grocery store? Shrugging, and feeling the humidity, he began to make his way inside... BANG!

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Kyo screamed.

"I COULD SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU!" Something screamed back.

Kyo blinked, looking up at the slightly taller brown haired man that he'd bumped into, and the man looked down at him. Both of their eyes widened, and they yelled in unison; "YOU!"

"Eh?" Shigure asked, blinking as he went through his cupboard, "What's this doing here?" And, from the depths of his cupboard he brushed the other clothes – mostly yukata's, and the odd suit – out of the way, pulling out a rather skimpy maid dress. Blinking, he inspected it, it was obviously Ayame's work, so, lifting up all different kinds of layers of black and white material, as well as lace, Shigure found a tag, tilting it the right way so he could read it; "For Kyo... WHAT THE?"