We're All Just Stupid People Doing Stupid Things in a Stupid World
XO'MagickMoon'OX
A/N: Enter drama. Angsty!Yuki and Oblivious!Kyo and violence. Fun, fun, fun!
Enjoy!
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I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Yuki had just looked so … helpless! It was adorable, really, and just … fucking hilarious! To be thrown from his academic pedestal for that brief moment had been just so incredibly funny. Okay, so probably not to Yuki, but to me …
"Kyo! Your turn," sensei announced.
Shit. I was pretty sure I knew the words, but I still felt my stomach clench nervously.
"Cajole."
"Uh … verb." I knew that much. The rest … hmmm … "Uh … to … urge with gentle and repeated appeals, … teasing, or flattery. Synonym …" I combed my brain for a synonym. "Uh … charm. And antonym: … repel."
Sensei nodded approvingly. "Well done. A."
I leaned back in my chair, exhaling deeply. I cast a sidelong glance at Yuki to see him tracing circles on his desktop, muttering angrily under his breath while sensei continued to quiz the other students.
"Stupid … pop quiz," Yuki growled through gritted teeth.
"Why are you complaining?" I muttered. "You got an A."
He froze, apparently unaware that anyone had been listening to him. But, then he went right back to his mindless task of drawing figure-eights with his fingertip. "I guess it wasn't so much the quiz," he replied quietly after a moment, "as it was the word."
I frowned. Writhe? What was so wrong with …
Ohhh, wait a minute. Dirty images. Very dirty images. Of Yuki … on a bed … panting, sweating, and … writhing. Writhe. Fuck, bad thoughts! Stop getting horny in class!
I growled, "Stupid pop quiz."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yuki smile faintly at my agreement.
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As the day wore on, I found myself staring at Yuki more often than would be considered normal, by most people's standards, anyway. I also got a kick out of watching the "Prince Yuki Fan Club". I wasn't really jealous or possessive anymore, especially after last night. Yuki had willingly offered himself to me and, even though I hadn't taken him, I still felt our relationship had been somewhat cemented by that. So now it was amusing to watch the fawning girls as they stalked Yuki and showered him with praise, which he casually brushed off. I idly wondered what they would do if I just went up to him and kissed him, right in front of everyone. Imagining their expressions made me laugh.
But other than wanting to kiss him to piss off his admirers, I just … genuinely wanted to kiss him. Oh, and more than that, but a simple kiss would suffice for now. My newfound addiction to the Rat was something that was difficult to contain. He was just too fucking hot. Yeah, aside from all of the conflicting emotions and tenderness, the initial carnal craving that I'd felt the first time he'd kissed me was still there, still unsatisfied. And I don't think it ever would be satisfied, no matter how many times I kissed him.
I was addicted, pure and simple. I was addicted to Yuki Sohma.
This was probably what led me to latch onto his arm during lunch and drag him out of the cafeteria. I was vaguely aware of three pairs of eyes following us as we departed, but ignored them.
"What are you doing?" Yuki demanded as we stepped through the double doors.
"Roof."
"The roof?"
"That's what I said."
"But I want to eat; I'm hungry!" Yuki protested, somewhat miffed.
I turned to him with a predatory smirk. "So am I."
His eyes narrowed, but the desirous glint was unmistakable.
"You know," I said as we made our way through the school, "I think I'm in the lead now."
Yuki froze on the spot, making me lose hold of his arm as I continued walking for a pace before turning to face him. "Wh-What?" he stuttered.
"Our battle," I elaborated. "I'm in the lead."
He flushed angrily. "Why … Why are you in the lead?" I had a feeling that that wasn't what he was upset about, but I didn't press the matter.
I stepped towards him and whispered in his ear, "Don't you remember, Prince Yuki?" He visibly shuddered, eyes fluttering for a second, before he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "You conceded."
"I … conceded?"
"Mmhm."
I want you …
… Then take me.
"Are … you serious, Kyo?"
I pulled back and watched him curiously. "About …?"
"About this … still being a battle," he murmured. "You do know that …" He paused.
"That what …?"
He shook his head. "Never mind. Let's go." He started walking again, and I followed.
Soon we'd reached the roof, and once up there, I took hold of his tie and pulled him to the ground, drawing our lips together. He responded hungrily, delving into my mouth with his tongue. Once again, I became intoxicated. Intoxicated with Yuki. So much so that my surroundings seemed to escape me. The wind was no longer whispering around us, the sun was no longer beating down on us, the birds were no longer chirping. There was just Yuki and his body pressing mine into the cement at my back, his lips melding into my own. At that moment, I couldn't ask for more. His lips slid easily against my mouth, tongues dancing in an erotic ritual whose origin was lost to the memories of man. It was breathtakingly beautiful and magical and just so perfect. Never in my life did I imagine that kissing could be this amazing. Or maybe, it wasn't the act, but the person I was carrying out the act with that made all the difference.
Finally, when breathing became a necessity not to be ignored, we broke apart, leaving parting kisses on each other's lips. Yuki propped himself on his left elbow and teased my hair with his right hand, twirling it around his fingers. We were both flushed and panting and, most importantly, smiling.
"Yuki," I said, breaking the wordless silence.
"Hmm?" He laid down beside me, nuzzling my neck.
"Before … in the hallway … what were you going to say, when you said 'never mind'?"
He seemed to tense then, not replying right away. Finally, he said, "It was nothing."
"Don't lie."
"I'm not."
"Liar."
"Stupid Cat."
"Damn Rat!" I sat up, facing him as he lay on the rooftop, gray hair pooled around his head. "Tell me," I demanded.
He looked away stubbornly, setting his lips in a thin line.
I grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at me. "Yuki," I said warningly.
He shook his head. My fingers clenched reflexively around his jaw, making him wince. He slapped my hand away. "It. Was. Nothing."
I gripped his shoulders. "It. Was. Something," I hissed.
"It was nothing important."
"Goddammit, Yuki!" I rose to my feet, pulling him with me. "Tell me what the hell is wrong!"
"There's nothing wrong."
Slap.
Amethyst eyes widened as his head was thrown sideways, a red mark already blooming on his pale cheek. Before I knew what was happening, his fist had connected with my gut.
"Agh!" I stumbled backwards. "Shit!" I glared up at him from my doubled-over position, clutching my stomach.
"Stupid Cat," he hissed.
I lunged at him and threw a punch to his head, which he easily blocked and countered with a kick to my shoulder. I ignored the sharp pain and jabbed again, this time at his stomach, barely brushing his shirt before he jumped back. His leg quickly filled the space between us as a side kick was thrown at my chest, which I blocked, only to be struck with a round kick to the side of the head. He was just as quick as always.
Stars erupted in front of my eyes as a fell sideways, dropping to my knees and pinching the bridge of my nose. I recovered immediately, though, and thrust my leg out, sweeping Yuki's feet out from beneath him. He lost his balance and fell, and I was on him in a flash, straddling his waist and punching at his face, his chest, his shoulders, his stomach—any bit of his body I could reach. He deflected most of them, taking a few to the chest, before he threw me off. I skidded across the cement, promptly jumping to my feet and running at him again.
"Stop!"
I froze in my tracks, and Yuki did the same. We simultaneously turned to see Tohru, Uo, and Hanajima standing off to the side, having just come up the ladder that ran down the side of the school.
Tohru had tears in her eyes. "Please, stop it!" she pleaded.
We shifted out of our fighting stances and just watched helplessly as she started to cry. Her friends were at her sides in a second, Hanajima trying to calm her and Uo glaring at us.
"H-Honda-san …" Yuki stuttered.
"Save it, Prince," Uo snapped. "What is with you two? We come up here to find you … to find you making-out, and then a second later you're at each other's throats!"
I felt the color drain from my face. "You … You saw that?"
"Oh yeah, we saw it all." Uo grinned impishly for a fleeting second before her smile melted into a frown. "But what's going on! I mean, really … look at what you're doing to Tohru!"
It was then that I felt the warmth trailing down my chin from my lip and reached up, only to pull my hand away and find my fingers coated in blood. Just fucking wonderful. I was going to kill that damn Rat—
"Boys! Explain!"
—if Uo didn't kill both of us first.
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Anyone wondering why Kyo just had to bring up the "battle", even after he'd realized his true feelings? To be explained!
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