(A/N: Sorry for just disappearing. I had no muse for the longest time. Yeah a looong time. I'm going to get pretty busy when school starts upand I am going torewrite SDFG, because I think I could have written it better. I've improved my writing style and I think I need to take time to plan the plot out better. I'll continue writing SDFG, but consider this just a rough draft and I'll do another version in the future. So it'll be for you guys to decide which one you prefer. Anywhoo, for this chapter I want to throw in some Yuya/Kyo fluff. However don't think it's going to be them as a couple right away. Prepare for some twists, but don't worry this is totally Yuya/Kyo all the way.)

Rating: PG-13 for once. There's a blackout and Kyo and Yuya are left alone! Dun dun dun dun...(cackles)

Chapter fifteen: Part One

"This is a special news report from the Tokyo prefuncture. There are some unexpected high winds and clouds set in this evening. There might be a chance of--"

Muramasa set down his newspaper.

"Mayumi, I was watching that," he said to his wife who was straightening the room. "That news might be important. Esspecially if we were going...visiting today."

RING! Mayumi's head lifted from her work, upon hearing the bell chime. Muramasa folded his newspaper, a confused look upon his face.

"Who in the world could that be?" he spoke to the air, as Mayumi exited to answer the caller.

He nearly fainted when he made out:

"Kyo is that you? What on earth...?"

Muramasa heaved a sigh.

This really is not my day, is it?

His eyes rested upon Yuya who sat across the dining table, head down. He could just make out the sheepish, apologetic look upon her face. Pushing his glasses further on the ridge of his nose, looking out of the glass rims. Mayumi hovered over his shoulder, a worried expression on her face. Yuya stared at her feet, picking at the rubber coming off the soles of her shoes. Yuya felt like dirt. Muramasa had been so kind and generous and here she had let him down. Ashamed, she had blurted out the entire story to her present guardian.

"So...that's why you two, ditched school?" Muramasa asked paitently.

Yuya blushed, feeling pink creep over her cheeks. Her nails dug into her thighs leaving little marks; despite the cloth between her nails and skin. Why was she down here suffering while Kyo lingered around the house freely? Life was so unfair. Yuya sighed mentally. She kept a promise to herself that she'd stay in school, because her brother wanted her to suceed and graduate. He wanted her to do the things he didn't. So she mightbe a better person. But things weren't going according to plan.

Yuya knew she owed so much to the Muramasas forputting a roof over her head.Her brooding was interrupted by Muramasa as he rose to his feet. Clambering to her own, Yuya rose as well. His pale blue eyes noted her nervousness. He tried to overcome it with a reassuring smile. Shyly, the blonde girl smiled in return.

"Come now Shiina-san, let's retrieve Kyo from where ever he is. I'd like to 'talk' with him," the older flaxen haired had a joking strain in his tone, which made Mayumi simply shake her head.

She retreated back to the kitchen, making soft clanking noises as shescrubbed the dirty breakfast and lunch dishes. Then, busied herself with hanging damp clothing out to dry. Yuya watched her gulitly, feeling compelled to lend Mayumi a hand. In the time spent with the Murmasas, Yuya had observed and taken note of everything they did, every nuance. It was fascinating to see what real family life was like. Yuya had little memories of her childhood while her parents were alive; she remembered only feelings.

Warmth, comfort, sercurity, and perhaps even a touch of love. Those things were being replaced with others, as her life was falling back into place. Although it was not voiced, Yuya knew Mayumi's illness that plagued her. Although,she seemed to be healthy, in her middle age, Mayumi was frail and weak.

Muramasa smiled, the girl was already feeling some compassion towards his family. His pale eyes observed Mayumi as she swaggered with the basket of the family's wet clothes. Mainly the three children's, as they were constantly into sports or a bit of rough housing, esspecially Kyo. Behind his cheery exterior, Muramasa was always a worried man. If it wasn't for the deep love of his children, he would always have his brows knitted into a frown; he didn't want to worry them. Muramasa watched as Yuya gave him a shy smile and mumured, "I'll catch up with you. Gone on without me." He nodded in response, spinning on his heel Muramasa started out for the dojo.

The truth was Mayumi was sick. Very sick. If he told the children why, Muramasa was horrified at what they might do, if they knew the truth, about themselves. The flaxen haired, pale eyed swordsmaster was a broken off member descended from the Mibu clan. He married Mayumi against the clan leader's wishes and therefore suffered the consequences. He was expelled from the Mibu clan, but with the reappeal of several influential members, he was given some minor support. Mayumi had suffered even worse, a year into their young marriage. But the untold nightmares still plagued Muramasa, as he had paid dearly for going against the clan's orders.

Muramasa passed through the several halls, his sock feet plodding against the smooth wood floors. He paused at the sliding paper door, that led into the stone path to the kendo dojo. Without much thought, Muramasa slipped his feet into some outdoor slippers and with ease, slid open the sliding door and stepped out into the noon day sun. Absorbed in his thoughts, he dwelled on the dark.

He had a younger sister. She had dark brown hair, that cascaded down her slim build, over her shoulders. Like himself, she had flaxen highlights mixed into the deep earthy brown. Her eyes were a clear blue, much like the sky. He smiled bitterly. How he missed her. He also missed Hiroki, her dear husband whom he had a botherly affection for. It had been ten years ago...

It was the dead of night and the hours were late. The soft sounds of heavy breathing, was heard by a sweat soaked Muramasa. His bare chest gleamed in the moonlight, the broken rays sneaking through the master bedroom's window. His pale eyes were wide and his chest heaved. A nightmare. He couldn't sleep, not tonight. He was plagued with worry that was entering reality. All about his beloved younger sister, Kozue and her husband Hiroki. Only a month ago, the twins were born into the darkness of the Mibu Clan. It had been a difficult birth, and Muramasa was still terrified of his sister's screams, as they echoed and richoceted off the walls of his memory.

As the hour passed, his eyes grew heavy and glanced at the clock hanging off the bedroom wall. He couldn't stay up. His faded blonde head hit the pillow hard and he drifted off to the dream world. He thoughts went blank into the sleepy abyss. The young man in his twenties, had endured enough pain from separating himself from the Mibu. They were a traditional and malicious cult, not at all a 'family'.

Now Muramasa only cared about supporting and protecting his wife and his sister's new family. It was his job, to keep the family safe. In the deepness of sleep, time seemed to have stopped and nothing exsisted. Then a phone call shattered the dream world abyss. Muramasa's eyes flashed open and he threw back the comforter, waking Mayumi. She shuddered from the cold and asked him over and over again, what was wrong.

Muramasa didn't answer his new wife, instead he raced down the corridors, bashing into walls and stubbing his toe. Not Kozue...Not Kozue...!

"Hello! This is the Muramasa residence," the sweat beads slipped down his cheek as Muramasa breathed huskily into the reciever.

The voice at the other end was startled and struggled to reply. It was young woman who began to speak, cutting off Muramasa. Her voice was not at all soothing.

"Mr. Muramasa? This is the Tokyo police we've just arrived at a woman's house. Her name is Kozue Nakamura. I believe she is your sister? Umm...Mr. Muramasa? Mr. Muramasa are you there?"

"W-why? What the hell happened?"

"Her husband Hiroki Nakamura requested that we notify you, and we would appreciate if you were to meet at the victim's house--"

"Victim! What the hell is going on! What happened to Kozue?"

Muramasa was yelling uncontrollably, his worst nightmare coming to life, to reality. Pale as a ghost and wrapping in a winter shawl, Mayumi stood frozen behind her husband. She watched with wide brown eyes as he continued to yell into reciever, repeating the same phrases over and over again. Her head was whirl, an ache beginning to form, as well as fear. She'd never once seen Muramasa completely break down before. He was like a completely different person, not the sunny and warm flaxen haired young man she'd married. She stepped back, clutching the front of her nightgown, breathing hard.

The reciever was thrown down with a heavy slam. Muramasa whirled around, Mayumi screamed. She stepped back, not expecting him to move so quickly. Muramasa felt guilt wash over him, and he regathered himself to his normal state. He tried to calm himself, though it was proving quite impossible. This was his sister, his beloved only family member that had safely escaped the Mibu. Until now...It had to be them. It had to be...please no!

"Mayumi...I'm sorry...It's me, it's me. Don't cry, please don't," Muramasa pleaded gently.

Silver tears began to slip from her watery eyes, a hand clasped over her mouth as she sobbed silently. Her slim shoulders pulsing, moving up and down shakily. She welcomed his embrace, as he pulled her closer to his chest. He shivered, her body was warm, yet he only felt colder. He released her and pushed her aside grabbing his coat. He threw it on over his bare skin, never mind the itch. Mayumi stopped to hand him a scarf and stagger after him. Shaking his head quickly, he grasped her shoulders, the scarf draped over his neck. His pale eyes pleaded with her.

"Mayumi, no. I'm going to Kozue and Hiroki's home, I'll be back soon. You stay here okay?"

"No. Absolutely not. I pledged to you my loyalty, Muramasa, when we married. I'm coming with you."

Was her firm, definite response. Without another word, Muramasa gave in to his wife's stubborn nature. Together they exited their meager home, and stumbled down the cobble stone and waved a taxi. The thought of the cost, didn't bother the couple, even though they were new on their own. The bill would surely put a dent in their savings, however the dread that weighed and clouded the swordsmaster's mind, haunted him the entire ride.

Kozue...Hiroki...Mibu Clan. The darkness had cloaked them. Please no...

Muramasa gasped, breathing irregularly. It happened so many years ago. A forlorn look eased itself onto his usually pleasant expression. Now he appeared to older than he really was, and more pale. I'm such an idiot...No...that's not right either. Oh well, now that I've remembered I might as well remember again...Muramasa told himself quietly as he continued the journey to the dojo. What he'd found at his sister's home, all those years ago, still haunted his dreams at night.

Police were everywhere, scrounging through the couple's home and combing the neighborhood awakening its residents. He and Mayumi stood outside their relatives home in utter disbelief and horror. The bodies were just being removed from where they lay drenched in blood. Muramasa watched with horror as he saw the pale, lifeless hand of Hiroki hanging from underneath the covered stretcher. A faint gleam of gold was sighted in the bleak moonlight, that pierced the bitter night cold. Ignored by the paramedics, as a metallic clatter sounded upon the pavement.

Diving like a mad man, he remembered diving to the cold pavement, making a grab for the gold shimmer that caught the moonlight. Fingers shaking, Muramasa kneeled, his limbs cradled his aching hands that held a small, circular object. It was a simple ring of gold, not of high quality or value. Contrastingly, this meant everything to the broken man who stared at it with tears welling in his pale eyes, the blood rushing from his face. Music clouded Muramasa's mind, as he gazed at the ring, the lyrics haunting every fiber in his being.

The frail melody of a childhood song that once echoed throughout the grand estate, home to Muramasa and Kozue, when they were young. Back when Kozue laughed. Back when Muramasa didn't cry. Back when nothing mattered. Back before this day was ever fated to happen. Muramasa felt his vision waver, the scene blurred and winced when a gentle hand steadied him. He struggled to his feet, finding Mayumi already at his side. Her eyes too, fell upon the small ring that Muramasa as a child gave to his sister, a last present before their mother departed to the heavens.

"They will pay."

Mayumi looked up at her husband, bewildered. "W-what?"

"The Mibu clan has left their mark. They will lie in blood and die by the hands of--" Muramasa trembled with white, hot fury. His words were cut off by the screams that still burned his ears, in the present.

The couple's heads jerked to the house. Flames roared and sparked, causing the firefighters and police to shrink back from the heat that scorched their skin. There was a strangled, faint cry that caused a uproar amongest the bystanders, complied of mostly neighbors. A woman with gray hair and wrinkled skin stepped forwards, prodding a bony finger into the back of Mayumi, who jumped from her touch. Head swiveling, her eyes met the old woman's. The woman had been crying, her eyes red from fresh tears and her lips formed frail words.

"Kozue's...Kozue's boys...are they dead too? I didn't see them," she murmured quietly, to Mayumi's horror.

She turned back to Muramasa who paled further.

"Kyo...Kyoshiro...they're still inside aren't they..." Mayumi breathed, before sprinting away from the crowd.

She did not hear the protested cries. She did not listen. She did not feel the officers try to push her back. She resistered their attempts. She raced into the house of death and flames. Her eyes searched for the twins. Perhaps they had been spared. Her voice carried over the smoke and crackles of the fire that flooded the house. She avoided the smoldering embers and the falling wood. She heard a faint noise, the sound of crying. She raced towards the sound, her footfalls causing the floor to moan. Mayumi reached a room and entered it, she called out again and located them.

They were twins. They looked exactly like. But they did not. Kyoshiro curled into a ball, rocking back and forth. His bright, blue eyes were wide with fear. Kyo stood, slumped against the closet wall. His eyes were half open, a deep red like the blood that coated the walls of their parent's room where they were murdered. He looked like the end of the world, his expression confusing and his features defined.

They were so alike and yet they were so different. They were so young, but they knew so much of the darkness in their blood. One of them would grow to join the blood lust of the Mibu. One of them would grow so distant from the normal humanity. They would be always together, but enternally apart.

This was their fate.

"So be it," Muramasa leaned his head against the dojo door.

Kyo had lay in the same position on the smooth, wooden floor for a complete half an hour. Sprawled, in a complete ungraceful mess, he brooded sorely about the days events. Mostly, he cursed Yukimura. The world, everyone thought they were the best of friends. That was the biggest joke in history, because they weren't. So what if they were 'friendly' rivals, did that imply they had to like each other? Kyo exhaled sharply through his nose, snorting. He rolled his head on its side, resting his vision from gazing at the cieling. The first movement in a long time.

He hated Yukimura. He hated his chestire-cat grins. He hated his smell of citrius shampoo. He hated his cheery laughter. He hated his TV show and his career. He hated his blunt nature. He hated his teasing. He hated his intentions. That, Kyo summed, was the greatest actual threat to even a demon like himself. Kyo didn't have to have the brilliance to be aware of the man's sentimental designs for a certain blonde residing within his home.

Kyo growled at himself. He hated thinking about this. Why couldn't he think about hating Kyoshiro? After all, that was his favorite thing to do, besides cursing that woman. He didn't like Yuya Shiina. He just spared her, because she wasn't an average cry baby wench like the other cowed women he threatened. His black hair ruffled like raven feathers, as a tanned hand combed through the unruly tresses. Kyo smirked, thinking rather fondly about his former styles, back when he was a cocky punk. Not that he still was, cocky, that is. A punk? He was far from an ignornant as he could be. He was a samurai of this era.

Now getting back to Yukimura, Kyo mused. Why did he hated him for liking a girl he didn't like? He couldn't actually pin point the question, as he barely knew the girl. Although, she intrigued him, to his greatest disgust. Ugh, he wanted to vomit. Intrigue? As in she had captured his own personal interest? She was nothing...in fact she was pretty much an parasite, to be honestly blunt. A side of his mind quipped, "But a fiesty, fiery, cute parasite."

The other side countered, "She's perfectly cute while she bawls like a forshaken baby with her pink, baggy eyes."

Kyo turned onto his side, then tossed to the other, not finding a comfortable spot on the hard floor. He snarled at himself, mentally bashing both sides of his quarreling mind, in his utter attempt to label Yuya. He was interrupted when the door to the dojo swung open quite nosily and welcomed none other than the last person Kyo wished to see, Muramasa.

Okay, so I lied. The last person in the world I want to see is Kyoshiro, but he's still in school, so what the hell...Kyo talked to himself, his crimson gaze shifting to the blonde figure in the doorway. The old man looked like he'd seen a ghost, but Kyo wasn't overly surprised. Both his guardians had their share of inner demons. Welcome to my world, Kyo sneered with a malicious smile. Kyo's tanned limbs propped his body to a upright position, his legs sprawled out over the floor, still clad in his school uniform. He looked quite untidy, his tie undone and slung lazily around his neck. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, exposing his bronze toned chest and his blazer was tossed aside, lying beneath his school bag.

"So," Kyo began rather cooly, "What brings you here, old man?"

Muramasa coughed, "Very funny, Kyo."

He stepped forwards, shutting the great hall doors behind him. Arms crossing over his chest, he faced his sister's son, with a firm, quizzical look, to which Kyo stared back challengingly. Muramasa growled mentally, Kyo was always like this whenever he 'dared' to interogate Kyo.

"Do tell explain to me why you ditched school? And dragged Miss Shiina into leaving as well?"

"Shut up. Leave me alone." Kyo slumped down, lying on his back.

"Kyo..."

"Because I wanted to."

"I'm not that dumb."

"Really now--" "KYO!"

"Sanada's in town."

"Sanada...Yukimura Sanada?"

"What the hell do you think! Duh."

"Oh I see, did Yukimura put the moves on Yuya or something?"

"WHAT!"

"Well did he? Because that would explain your explicit anger."

"HELL NO!"

"Ah, I see. Well then what did happen?"

"Why in the seven hell's should I tell you? Of all people?"

"I'm just trying to understand, Kyo. Honestly, I just don't comprehend what goes on in your mind that causes you to go to bars at ungodly hours at night, rescue damsels--" "She is NOT a damsel!" "..punch strangers with reptiles, hate Kyoshiro--"

Kyo's eyes went on fire, blazing with a blood red that would blur anyone's vision. A red mirage.

"You know why I hate that bastard's guts," Kyo seethed, his rage boiling dangerously. "That is my business alone."

Muramasa looked twice as tired, his chest heaving a sigh. He lifted his hands into the air, turning away. He walked to the door, where he halted, turning back.

"I am not your father, you know that. I know that. I know of the darkness we hate. You do too," he spoke gravely, his pale eyes meeting Kyo's red ones. "At least try to get along with Yukimura. No more ditching school, or if you do, don't drag along Yuya. She needs her education, she apparently promised her brother she'd continue with school."

"WHY DO YOU THINK I WOULD--"

Both men ceased their squabble to notice the form of none other than Yuya herself, standing past Muramasa on the cobble stone walk way. She had changed from her school uniform to comfortable, street clothes. Her hands were entertwined, her fingers knitted together nervously, in her oversized sweat shirt. Kyo's eyes brow raised drastically, realizing Mayumi had chose to swipe his sweatshirt. He analyzed Yuya from head to toe. Her blonde hair was free, no longer tied up in a pony tail like it usually was during the norm. Her faded jeans most likely were her own, but the sweatshirt really stood out. It was black and several sizes too large, her feminine figure lost in the black hole of Kyo's sweatshirt.

"Is this a bad time?" Yuya asked, her frazzled nerves slicing the tension.

Muramasa smiled fondly at her, which seemed to ease Yuya's embarrassment. Kyo rolled his eyes typcially and looked away, retreating from the exchange of calm words between his mentor and the guest. He had no interest in their talk, it didn't suit his pace in life. It just wasn't his style; he did not pay attention to the exchange of words between them. It didn't matter. He didn't care.

"Of course not, Yuya," Muramasa assured her. "I was just having a 'talk' with Kyo. I assume that is what you were here for yourself. I hate to leave you like this, but Mayumi and I are going out. I'll probably see you tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry I'll be okay, I'll hold down the fort," Yuya smiled.

"I feel at little better that Kyo is at home. Mahiro and Kyoshiro have cram school, so they won't be home until late into the night. Don't stay up waiting for them. Until then," Muramasa started away back to the house, shutting the doors behind him.

He left her, standing on the cobbles stones, still fiddling with the cuffs of the sweatshirt. After Muramasa's footfalls faded into the distance of the main house, Kyo's head jerked forwards, his gaze catching her emerald eyes. This surprised Yuya, who winced slightly at his burning gaze. He seemed to be taunting her. Daring her to step closer. This was literally infuriating. Summing up her courage and inner strength, the young woman stormed forwards. Kyo smirked, she was certainly a stubborn mule, spiced too.

She kneeled nearby where Kyo lay, staring at him intently. He closed his eyes, for some unexplainable reason he felt at ease when she was with him. It was the strangest sensation and a novel idea that he enjoyed this stupid feeling. He tossed those meaningless factors aside and faced the current problem. Yuya Shiina. He sprung to an upright position, causing her to jump a little. He smirked, he liked seeing her scared. It was complete bliss on their first meeting, when he saw her shaking and quivering pitifully. And yet, she wasn't really afraid of him. She had been honest and admitted her fear. But then she raged about vengeance and haterd. That he rejoiced for.

Revenge was his sweet melody.

"I look way better in black. It doesn't suit you."

Yuya flushed red. So what if she didn't have anything to wear? She couldn't blame Mayumi for giving her Kyo's clothing. The poor woman had noticed the tempertures were getting quite low for early autumn and the news had predicted heavy rainfall that evening. So, Mayumi had asked her if she had anything warm to wear, because the heater was broken in the household and wouldn't be fixed until Saturday. Yuya had remembered about how little she was able to grab from her house before the authorities had pawned off her property.

She had presented Mayumi a worn, old jacket that belonged to her brother, but it didn't pass inspection. Worried, Mayumi pawed through the clean dried clothes to find only a black sweat shirt she knew belonged to Kyo. Yuya had been completely reluctant to accept the sweatshirt, esspecially since it belonged to the very man she loathed. Unfortunately, Mayumi was had a very good puppy dog eye look.

So there she was, clad in the loathed one's clothing, just to criticized. Great.

"Shut up! So what if I don't look good in black?" Yuya snapped at him.

Kyo just chuckled with an amused expression. She was sooo easy! He gave her a roguish grin, which caused her eyes to widen. Kyo for a split second, almost looked handsome. Yuya wanted to punch herself. Instead she babbled. Wow...he's really cute. Erg, I mean handsome. That's so old fansioned. Good looking? Yes he is..Uh? No! He's not hot! Wait, where thehell did that come from?But he really is..NO I don't think he's cute. No, no, he's not. But-well...Yes! Fine, I think he's cute-good looking guy. Oh, damnit woman STOP! Yuya screamed inwardly, battling herself while Kyo looked on. He seemed to be lost in his own little world. Yuya sighed, glad he was completely unaware about a thing she was thinking. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Besides," she growled. "It's not my sweatshirt."

He just laughed, "No wonder it looked so sexy. Too bad your so flat chested or else it would've looked better."

Yuya seethed, her neck hairs rising. She just watched biting back her tongue as Kyo cackled, his laughter filling the dojo room. This family was crazy! Yuya sighed. But it wasn't like she had any other choice. Where would she have gone? She was running from the authorities who would have sent her a distant relative or worse. A foster home. Yuya shivered at the thought of living with complete strangers. As if things can't get any worse! Now I'm stuck in Kyo's sweatshirt and with Kyo. That's it--Yuya spat.

"I'm leaving."

She got up to leave, but retreated from the door as a loud clap of thunder shook all of Tokyo sending a very upset Yuya into the arms of a very startled Kyo.

"Well the news predicted rain."

"Obviously."

"Aw c'mon Mahiro, lighten up a bit!"

"Oh shut up."

Mahiro spun on her heel, leaving Benitora to speak to her back. She leaned against the window frame of the school building, biting her lower lip and brooding. Kyo was stupid, but was he really that stupid? How could he just ditch school like that? And it wasn't like her reputation hadn't been completely marred already. There were several reasons why Mahiro hated Kyo, but she kept them to herself. She never told anyone. She still had to listen to all the harsh rumors that floated around the school, concerning Kyo and his bad boy habits. Most of the girls his age swooned at his relatively good looks and bad boy charisma. But Mahiro saw him for what he really was. Weak and unstable. He was just a hollow human being and an incomplete one. She hated him with every fiber in her being.

Benitora cocked his head in a confused manner. He peeked around Mahiro's shoulder, looking around her purple highlighted curls to get a glance at her face. Her eyebrows were knitted into a deep frown and her eyes glittered furiously. He sighed and took the spot next to her on the window frame.

"Kyo doesn't mean to hurt you," he tried to ease her nerves.

"My ass he does," she snarled. "I don't care what he does. I hate him anyway."

Benitora was serious for a moment, "I think...Oh nevermind. I just hope he's taking good care of Miss Yuya."

He grinned at Mahiro, who stared back unamused.

"She's a real hottie."

"You are so predictable Tora."

Kyo didn't know whether to shove her away or just let her cling to him. He just stared down at her with his queer red eyes, as she squeezed the fabric of his school shirt in two tight balled fists. It wasn't until his actual nerves began to kick that he finally shoved her away rather brutally, not flinching once when he heard her drop to the floor in a resonating crunch. He watched her like a stone gargoyle as she protested with a yelp and rubbed her bottom gingerly. Kyo just stood there watching her mouth move and her angry words tear through his ears, but he heard none of the noise. He just watched her, expressionless which eventually silenced the girl. She just stopped talking, realizing that she had been babbling for a lost cause. He watched her look up at him with the same confused stare she gave him when ever he fell silent. What was with this girl anyway? She was no different than the rest of the girls at school. She was a pathetic chatterbox who happened to crash at his house of all places, because she was some stray that Kyoshiro picked off the streets. And now she was wearing his clothes.

He zeroed in on his attire that now was draped with room to spare on her skinny figure. Yeah, black really didn't suit her. It was too dark for that sunny contrast of her golden hair and bright green eyes. Ugh, her eyes. He tore his gaze away from her and looked past to the small slits of windows. He could hear the pitter patter of the rain falling heavily on the roof and the thunder that clapped like a jeering crowd over their heads. A flash of lightning. That caused Yuya to jump, a tingle going up her spine and she instinctively scooted closer to Kyo. He noticed this, of course. A bemused grin working its way onto his crude features.

"Afraid little girl?" he smirked down at her, greeted by one of her oh so familiar scowls.

Yuya glared at him, now scooting away from him and picking herself off the floor. She dusted off herself and turned her back to him. His red eyes trailed after her as she stomped quite nosily across the dojo to the great doors that would lead to the house. Turning once, she faced him.

"I swear I'll puke if I have to stay a minute longer with an ass like you," she seethed, her pale fingers clutching the wood frame of the sliding door.

Kyo let an eyebrow rise, a slight snort exhale sharply through his nose. Huh, was she really that stupid? Did she really want to die? After that pretty little speech that she gave him the first night they (unfortunately) met? Kyo's tanned hand sunk into his pant pockets, his head cocked at an angle.

"Open that door and you'll definately die little lady," he still grinned at her. "'Cause it's pouring outside and lightning's flashing and thunder's rolling. And I'm not going to open up this door for you again."

"Fine, Muramasa will open the house for me."

"My ass he will."

"'Suse me?"

"He's out with Mayumi. Didn't you hear him earlier?"

Oh shit! I completely forgot! Yuya felt her heart drop out of her chest and shatter into a million pieces on the floor. She wanted to weep, as if she wasn't cursed enough as it was. She propped a hand against the door and held her forehead in her other. This really wasn't her day. The lights began to flicker and suddenly with a crackle were out. The rain now splattered and gushed on the roof while the thunder roared louder and flashes of lightning pierced the stormy night. Oh shit was right.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

(End Part One)

I decided to this in two parts. The next part, which I'll start tonight and hopefully finish by at least Saturday, will have the juicy tenderness. I just let some things happen like set the stage. It's a dark and stormy night. The power is out. And the two are ALL ALONE. I'll let you use your imaginations. JUST don't let it get too FAR peoples. This is teen rated after all. (chuckles) Enjoy!

BTW (by the way), for those of you with your own SDK fics. TELL ME! Or if I've read them or book marked them...CONTINUE THEM! Don't be like me!A lazy procastinator!