I shut the door, and plastered my figure behind it. Should I be relieved or enraged? That gay dog is gone and leaving me in peace, but…

"Neko-Baka, really, you should move away from the door. It might hit you on your way out." …I'm stuck alone in the house…with him.

Two large and pretty eyes shot an icy glare a few feet from me.

"Shut up." I said, and flipped him.

He glanced at my finger, seemingly unfazed. He propped an eyebrow then turned away gracefully, placing his hands behind him. As he walked, I just caught sight of his middle finger poking upward. Bastard.

I stomped into the kitchen and flung open the cupboard. My eyes searched back and forth, back and forth, up and down, up and down. Huh? Where was it? I know I placed the last bit of ramen somewhere in here to heat up later. So, where was it?

It took a few seconds, I'll admit, though I should have known better.

"YOU!" I exclaimed, sliding the door of the living room open and pointing.

Yuki looked up. He was sitting on the floor, books in front of him. Yeah like that'll work. "You took my ramen!"

He gave a look of indubitable innocence. I almost believed I was wrong. He looked just so cute and innocent, he couldn't…GYAH. "Don't act coy with me, I know you took it! Don't give me that look." I could swear that inculpable expression twisted indistinctly into a taunting grin.

"Me? No, I didn't take your ramen. I did however warm up and eat the last bit of ramen sitting on the shelf. Now, excuse me, I'm doing homework."

I grew hot and angry. "You stupid rat, I'll kick your ass!"

"Shut up spazz-case. I'm trying to work."

I growled. Hey, wait a minute…

"We don't have any homework! I know so, neither of us do, you said so this morning!"

Yuki sighed and closed his book, then turned to face me with that cheeky grin of his. "So, the cat catches on…very slowly."

He stood up and crossed his arms to look at me. He had a slim figure, soft hair and pretty eyes. What exactly kind of man was he? It kinda peeves me off. But he is kinda nice-looking, not that I care. Stupid girly men, why do they have to look so girly... Some innocent guy could accidentally take them for a girl. Like how seriously inconsiderate is that?

"We have this house to look after and it's only the two of us." He started. I found myself strangely staying quiet. "I need you to shut up and act human for a while. I know it's hard for someone like you, having only the small capacity inside that egg-shell of yours to actually consider anything, but you have no choice. Neither do I for that matter…I can't do anything because it would probably result in you crashing into several objects, poles, anything holding the house up and that could be hazardous. I'm also not allowed to throw you out. Thus, this leaves us both one option; you shut up, and I'll try not to hurt you."

He pivoted on heel, and turned to pick his books up. I shook and I could feel the shadow looming over me.

"You STUPID RAT, like I'd listen to YOU!"

"…Whatever. Your funeral."

UGH he makes me so ANGRY. Without thinking, I threw my foot at him. I don't care, I'm gonna finally beat the shit outta him, that'll show him for sure.

But in mid-kick I felt my force cut short and something grab my ankle. It was Yuki, he had me by the leg and before I knew it, I was laying face-down on the floor. It hurt. A lot.

I could feel his presence behind me, and if I didn't hurt so much I would have liked to turn around and wipe the smirk of his face that I knew he had on.

"Stupid Cat. I knew it, you never learn. Too little brain capacity is my theory."

Okay, that's it! I pulled myself upward, though my chest, my stomach, my face all hurt from the smack down. I jumped up and looked him in the eyes. He uncrossed his arms. I closed my eyes and threw my fist at him the other hand open and ready to twist his arm. I still didn't feel any affliction to my favour. That's it, he's going to fling me again isn't he? Damnit! Damnit, Damnit—

I stopped and felt a slim hand curled around my fist and in the other something…I opened my eyes. There stood Yuki, whom had stopped my punch as I thought, and in my free hand, there was…a broom?

"What the hell!"

He looked at me blankly. "You, sweep. See this? It's called a broom. Brooms are used to help clean floors and such. Can you handle that?"

At first I couldn't spit any words out and just blinked at him bewildered. "What?…I mean, what the heck, hell no, I'm not doing no house work! That's for girls!"

"I do it every once in a while myself."

"You don't count." I smiled wickedly. "You are basically a girl." I was quite pleased, I think he walked right into that one. "You girlie—PLUF" Yuki removed his fist from my stomach and I gasped for air.

"Tohru isn't here anyway. Get to work."

When I regained myself I realized that there was no use in fighting. So, it's a little sweeping, I'll show him I don't even care.

"Ahem, Dishes!" He called.

"I swept, now you do the dishes you rat!"

"Why, you're right. Obviously you aren't man enough to do a little housework--"

"Done! Ha, there, in your face!"

"Make the beds."

I stared at him in bewilderment. "What the hell, it's bloody almost nighttime anyways, who cares if the beds are--"

"Beds! NOW!"

"Grr…"

"Walls!"

"Closets!"

"Lawn!",

"Kitchen!"

I think I was being played, but I was so caught up in it all. I even wore one of Tohru's floral bandannas. He just calling, I kept doing. The laundry, the garden, the tables, the dusting….

Yuki sat, seemingly amused. "Oh, and Kyo, don't forget…the toilets."

I stopped, and turned my bandanna-dressed head, my gloved hands, my aproned figure toward the slave driver.

"Okay...NO! THAT'S IT!" I ripped the gloves off of my hands and threw them to the ground.

Yuki sighed again, and reached into his pocket. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to result to this…"

I didn't get it. What the hell was he blabbering on about now? Does he even know himself?

He pulled out a couple of slips of what looked like photos. "What the hell is that?"

He stepped closer to me. He looked me squarely in the eye, and at that point I didn't know exactly what to do. He tilted his head sweetly, but did not smile, only opened his eyes wide and pouted a bit. I felt my face grow hot. What the heck was he up to? He slipped his hand around my neck and I didn't seem to resist;

he pulled his other hand upward to my face and I could see he really was holding some photos. Suddenly the gentle feel of his hand behind my neck grew into a strong pressure and pushed my head forward almost shoving my face into the pictures.

"You, four years old…"

I tried to get a good look of them, and when I did I…

Grabbed the toilet scrubber.

"I'm glad you see things my way, Neko-Baka." He stepped back and I think he was smiling behind the photos.

"You had such a cute bottom too, tsk, such a shame." I heard him smother a giggle.

God, I hate him. I…HATE HIM.