We're All Just Stupid People Doing Stupid Things in a Stupid World
XO'MagickMoon'OX
A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update. Ehehe... but, as I explained to some of you, I needed the time to get my thoughts in order. And now, they are in order, and the chapters are being posted. Expect speedy updates!
But first, PLUSHIES:
Mokimo: Kureno. Gotta love that Rooster guy. :) Oh, and a plushie of Tohru, too.
BulmaWannabe: Yuki and Kyo in their fighting Gis, with Kyo in a strangle hold while Yuki kisses his neck. -drools- That just gave me an idea.
flamethrowerqueen: A simple Akito plushie. Oh, Akito... sadistic and beautiful, and shall ever be a boy in my mind. -sobs- Oh, and one of Yuki blushing while Uo holds aside his hair revealing a lovely hickey. -dies from the kyutness- :D
Queen Blood-Ruby: Yuki in a wedding dress looking totally pissed off. XDD That's priceless.
Shiro Ryuu: Neko-Kyo that purrs when you poke its tummy. Aww. Oh! I saw a neko-Kyo plushie when I was at the Walden Bookstore in Virginia the other day... they had plushies of that, and regular Kyo, and Yuki, and Tohru, and Shigure! But, I spent my money on the mangas. I wanted a plushie, though. T.T
And, also, B-I-G thank you to my beta, Susannah (aka BulmaWannabe), who not only proofreads my chapters but reviews them, too!
And as for guesses as to who was in the bathroom, most people are right on the marker. It is a girl, but her identity isn't revealed until nearer to the end. Sorry for the suspense, but right now, she's laying low. Because her POV isn't incorporated in this story, I'll just tell you now that the reason for her remaining quiet until later is 'cause... she's a bit shocked and trying to plot some sort of revenge-ish-thing currently... and waiting for the right moment to strike. Okay, so I just made her sound like some rabid cobra, but that's the reason for her undisclosed identity. But when she does come out, oh boy, it'll be interesting. :D
Oh, and on the note of Akito's gender... I have learned the truth, courtesy of various people and Internet spoilers, and I'll just clarify now that, despite the truth, he is a boy in my story, for now and forever. 'Cause he's too pretty to be a girl. Um... so maybe that's not a good reason, but oh well.
And, I think that's all for now! Enjoy the chapter.
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I irritably tapped my pencil on my desk, eyes trained on the clock. Three… Two… One…
Ding Dong.
I jumped from my seat as the other students gathered their things and calmly rose from their desks. I grabbed Yuki's arm and tugged him out of the classroom. Except for the initial squeak of surprise, he made no objections. The halls were barely filled, so we had no problem making it outside quickly. We veered down the path leading to Shigure's house, and once we were a safe distance from the school, I pushed Yuki into a nearby tree and flattened him against it with my body, crushing my lips against his.
And something inside of me ignited.
It had been torture, going through the day trying to refrain from staring at Yuki as if he were the only one in the room, not being able to touch him, hold him, kiss him. And I could tell by his reaction that he felt the same.
He weakly gripped my shoulders, whimpering as I further pressed him against the tree, brushing certain sensitive parts of his anatomy. His hands moved from my shoulders to slip beneath my shirt, teasing up my stomach. His touch was so sensually light that it sent streaks of white-hot pleasure coursing through me. As we parted for air, his hands continued their trek up my chest, and I groaned through my heavy breathing. I leaned in and kissed his neck affectionately, reaching up to finger his tie and loosen it. His hands slid out from under my shirt and caught mine, laughing as he said, "Slow down."
I whined, "But I've had to wait all day!"
"A little while longer won't kill you," he chided lightly.
"It might," I growled.
"I don't think Honda-san would appreciate coming down the path to find us ravishing each other." I could hear the smirk in his voice.
…Shit. I groaned, murmuring against his neck, "I feel like an ass."
"Why's that?"
"Because I completely forgot about Tohru! I just bolted as soon as the bell rang; all I could think about was you."
"We can just wait for her here," Yuki suggested. "And perhaps one day this week we should pick her up from work."
I smiled. "Yeah, sounds good." I leaned against Yuki, and he wrapped his arms around my back. It's as if we're molded to fit each other's embraces, because I always feel the most comfortable when he's in my arms.
"Yuki-kun! Kyo-kun!"
I glanced up and saw Tohru coming down the path. I smiled as she neared, detaching myself from Yuki. "Hey Tohru."
And together we walked home. I had the fleeting impression that nothing had changed, and that life was back to the way it had been not too long ago. The nostalgia was depressing, thinking of the time before Yuki and I were together, but it was also welcomed in its sense of security. When we hated each other, we were safe. Now that we're in love, problems have the potential to pop up everywhere. You know the saying: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, and at the worst possible moment. Something like that. But I'll be damned if I let anything happen to Yuki.
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That night, I lay in bed, staring out the window. Tohru had gone to bed almost a half-hour ago; Shigure was still down in his study. Excitement had taken hold of my stomach and decided to tie it into a pretzel; I couldn't sleep, even if I'd been planning to.
"Wait up for me."
That was what he'd said after dinner. He'd leaned over when collecting his dishes and whispered it in my ear. So here I was, waiting, knowing that he'd come when he deemed the time right.
I heard someone come up the stairs. It was Shigure, I knew. I heard his door down the hallway slide open and closed, and the lights in the hallway were flicked off. Five minutes later (though it seemed like longer) the soft sound of footsteps pattered towards my room, and then my door opened, revealing the one person I never wanted to be parted from.
"Hey there," he murmured.
I sat up, smiling. "Hey."
He closed the door behind him and approached my bed, kneeling down on the futon mattress and lying on top of me, wasting no time in claiming my lips in a heated kiss. And I wasted no time in enveloping him in my arms. The moon, deciding to grace us with her presence, filtered her light through my window and washed us with it, making Yuki look all the more beautiful, if at all possible.
Soon, he was on his back, and I was pressing him into the mattress, trapping him beneath me with my body. I don't think he minded. I was panting so hard by the time we broke apart that it almost hurt to breathe, but it didn't matter all that much. All I could focus on was Yuki and my unbridled desire for him. My hands teased over the buttons of his pajama top, undoing them one by one. He arched into my touch, craving more, but I kept at my agonizingly slow pace. Soon his upper body was exposed, and he sat up to pull his arms the rest of the way out of his shirt.
My shirt followed quickly, and I kissed down from the corner of his mouth to his chin to his neck, lapping at the milky skin. My teeth grazed his pulse point, eliciting a pleased whimper. I reached up with my hands to pull my fingers through his hair, tracing down his forehead, over his closed lids, feeling the impression of his soft eyelashes against my fingertips. I continued down his nose, to his lips and up around his cheeks, following his delicately curved jaw to his chin. I could picture each aspect as I felt it, drawing the picture of his face behind my closed eyes. I breathed heavily against his collarbone, taking in the ethereal scent that was uniquely Yuki. It was slight and sweet and only whetted my already raging appetite for him, feeding the fire in my heart.
"Haahh…Kyo…" he gasped as I moved further down his chest with my mouth, my hands sliding down his shoulders, over his arms and continuing to his hips, catching them in an almost bruising grip. But I could tell by his heady moan that it didn't hurt.
"Shhhh…" I crooned. "We don't want Shigure to hear. Or Tohru, for that matter."
He shook his head, biting his lip as I ran my tongue over his navel. He opened his eyes and looked down at me, which I only knew because he'd clutched my head, turning my face to his. He smiled shakily as my fingers ran tentatively over his arousal. It looked like if he bit his lip any harder, he'd draw blood. We couldn't have that, now could we? I crawled back up to him and kissed him forcefully, relieving his poor lip from the abuse of his teeth and occupying him while I continued my ministrations south of his waistline.
"K-Kyo," he panted, breaking away from me. "How far are you…planning to go tonight?"
I was taken aback by the inquiry. Why would he bother wondering about something like that? "Uh…I wasn't really planning anything, per se," I replied.
He smiled a little regretfully. "I think we should…lay off, tonight."
"'Lay off'?" I echoed incredulously.
"During the school week," he elaborated. "We should save the love-making for the weekends."
I made a dejected face. "If you say so."
"Aww, don't worry Kyo-koi, I won't make you suffer too horribly," he teased.
"Yeah, yeah…" I crawled under the covers next to him and wrapped my arms around him, nestling my chin on the top of his head. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Lovers or not, we couldn't just throw caution to the wind and not take responsibility. Just like I'd been lecturing Yuki on this morning, we had school to worry about, duties, obligations… Ugh, I sounded like an old man.
"Kyo?"
"Hm?"
"I love you." Yuki ducked out from under my chin and looked up at me, his eyes shining in the fair blanket of moonlight.
I smiled softly and gave him a chaste kiss, whispering, "I love you, too."
He grinned at that and cuddled closer to me. I don't remember ever feeling so warm and contented before like this, with Yuki beside me, under the watchful eye of the moon. I felt a tightly wound ball of pure ecstasy form in my chest. It began to unravel, spreading the sensation through the rest of my body to the tips of every extremity. The feeling manifested itself on my face with a giddy smile and slight laugh, and everything just felt perfect. There was no other word to describe it. It was that feeling of an absolute high, where you're on top of the world, and nothing can bring you down. Nothing. Because, at that moment, you're untouchable. I was in the clouds, conversing with the stars and playing tag with the heavenly bodies above, and right beside me, his hand clasped in mine, was the only angel I'd ever need.
Yuki.
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"…oi…"
I flinched, feeling someone shaking me.
"…o-koi…"
The shaking refused to cease, as did the voice calling to me. I knew that voice…
"Kyo-koi…"
My eyes flew open and I looked up into Yuki's smiling face, his amethyst eyes half-lidded as he looked down at me.
"Time to get up, Kyo-koi. School, and all." He tweaked my nose and rose from my bed, facing the window and stretching languorously, giving me a very nice view of the flawless canvas of his back. I sat up on my knees and captured his waist, pulling him down into my lap. I kissed his ear and hugged him tightly. The residual euphoria from last night was making me feel inexplicably happy. He leaned into me, sighing contentedly. I never wanted to let him go. "Shower?" he whispered.
Then again… "Sure."
"But we're actually showering. No playing."
"Aw, you're no fun," I pouted, nuzzling my nose against the back of his neck.
Somehow, we managed to get into and out of the shower in a matter of fifteen minutes. The "playing" had been at an utmost minimum. Freshly dressed, we headed downstairs and ate breakfast with Shigure and Tohru, then headed out the door for school. As I looked up through the trees at the dappled sunlight, I remembered something with a groan. "We have Gym today, right?"
Yuki and Tohru turned to me. "Yeah, why?" Yuki asked.
"We have to do that stupid mile-run thing," I reminded.
Tohru giggled. "Oh, right. You're not looking forward to it, Kyo-kun?"
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't feeling up to any physical stimulation today, my limbs strongly protesting the idea. But then again, it was a very nice day for the end of January.
The hours passed with unbearable slowness. It was even more torturous with Yuki sitting next to me, having to resist every urge to pounce on him and ravish him senseless, right in front of the entire class. I laughed to myself as sensei's lecture again drifted to the background of my thoughts, an image on Yuki's fangirls in the forefront. If I were to act on my urges, I wonder how they would react.
Not well, I wager, but it would still be funny to witness. Until they tore me limb from limb, that is, which I have no doubt they would do if they caught me with him. Even with my prowess in the martial arts, I would be no match for them. No match, indeed.
Ding Dong.
Finally! I thought the bell would never ring! Not that I was really paying attention, but every time the bell sounded, I was one step closer to being alone with Yuki.
We ate lunch with the others, though Yuki seemed atypically distracted and jumpy. He kept glancing around the cafeteria as if expecting Akito to pop up and go "Boo!". I chuckled. That was a funny thought. Well, actually, no thought of Akito was ever really "funny", but perhaps this one thought was an exception.
Lunch was almost over. I glanced over at Yuki to see him absently chewing on a stick of…Pocky. Goddammit, I'll never be able to look at Pocky the same way again! Before I knew what I was doing, I had gripped Yuki's chin and turned him to face me. I had the overwhelming urge to bite the end of the biscuit stick, half of which was in Yuki's mouth. Which looked even more delicious than the Pocky. And then with the Pocky and Yuki's mouth together, it was simply too much to handle—
"Ahem!"
I snapped out of my daze to see Uo giving me a look from across the table. I flushed fiercely, catching Yuki's delicate blush out of the corner of my eye. I dropped my head into my arms and groaned, realizing just how close I had come to kissing him in the middle of the freakin' lunchroom! Talk about disaster!
With a sigh, I looked up to see Momiji and Tohru engrossed in some animated conversation; they probably hadn't seen anything. Hana and Haru were calmly eating their lunches, so if they'd seen anything, they didn't let it show.
"Yuki-kun!"
Yuki jumped and nearly fell backwards out of his seat, which was…very unusual. Yuki didn't startle easily. Composing himself, he turned his head to see a few girls smiling at him.
The Prince Yuki Fan Club. Oh joy.
"Yuki-kun!" one of them chirped. "We have a question for you!"
I rubbed the bridge of my nose, feeling the onset of a headache.
"What is it?" Yuki asked politely. One of these days, I really wish he'd just tell them off. But no, he's too polite for that. Maybe I'll just have to do it for him. But not now.
"Well, um…" Another girl stepped forward. She was looking awkwardly down at her feet, shifting her weight nervously. Her friends prodded her, whispering words of encouragement. "I…I… Iwaswonderingifyouhadanyonetogotothedancewithyet!" she blurted.
Our table did a simultaneous blink. Except for Haru; he was oblivious to his surroundings—completely absorbed in his lunch. Stupid Ox.
The girl took a deep breath, repeating, "I was wondering if you had anyone to go to the dance with yet." She blushed, biting her lip.
Yuki frowned. "Dance?"
"Yeah," Momiji piped up. "You know, the Valentine's Day Dance coming up next week!"
Yuki started. "Um…no, I didn't know about that."
"That makes two of us," I muttered. Well, it makes sense that I wouldn't know about it; I wasn't too big on the whole school events thing. But Yuki, he was the Student Council president; how could he not have heard of this dance?
It then occurred to me that the girl was still waiting for an answer, with bated breath, it seemed (she did look a little blue in the face).
Yuki sighed almost inaudibly, but I'd heard it. "I'm sorry," he said. "I already have someone to go with."
Come again? What the hell was he saying! First of all, if he'd only just heard of this thing, how intelligent did he sound saying that he already had a date? And, more importantly, why didn't I know about it? I swear, I'd kill the bitch who was going with Yuki—
Wait. He wasn't talking about me, was he? Oh, shit. From the look he was giving me, I think he was. "What the hell are you thinking?" I hissed as the fangirls made their dejected departure from the table.
He shook his head. "We'll talk about it later," he whispered back. Then he gathered his things and stood, saying, "Excuse me; I have a vice president to strangle." Then, slinging his bag over his shoulder, he left the cafeteria.
What did he mean, "we'll talk about it later"? I wanted to know what was going through his head, and I wanted to know now, dammit! Ugh, here came the headache.
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Review, please! And, just so's ya'll know, the mysterious girl did not make any sort of appearance in this chapter. Like I said, she won't be showing up for a while. Until then, she will have no interaction with the boys, save for a bit of stalker-ish staring and creeping around. Okay, well, TBC!
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