XO'MagickMoon'OX
A/N:
Again, much thanks to Susannah for beta-ing!
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That night as we lay in Yuki's bed underneath the covers, warm and safe, he whispered, "I like it here."
"Hm?"
He snuggled closer to me, illustrating the "here" he was speaking of: in my arms. I smiled and kissed his forehead, stroking his hair delicately. We remained in silence for a while longer until I voiced a concern I'd had since lunch that day. "Yuki, who are you going to the dance with?"
He smiled sleepily, apparently only semiconscious. "You, silly," he murmured.
So my suspicions had been correct. I shook my head, not understanding. "You mean, as a date?"
"Mmhm…"
"But…"
"Shhhh. We'll," he yawned, "talk about it later."
"Yuki…" But he was asleep, or at least too far gone to carry on the conversation.
I was worried. Did he really expect that it would be okay to just go to the dance as if we were a regular couple? Was he even thinking straight? Was he even thinking at all? Was he considering the repercussions of doing what he was planning on doing?
I suspected not.
With this weighing heavily on my mind, I drifted off to sleep.
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The next day, when the bell rang for lunch, I pulled Yuki by the arm into the nearest bathroom. Checking to make sure we were alone, I pushed him into a stall and pinned him to the wall.
"Kyo, what are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.
"What does it look like?" I answered, closing the door behind us and sliding the lock into place, then kissing his neck. The shudder that I received only served as fuel for the fire.
"B-But, I mean," his voice was breathier, his breathing coming in shorter gasps, "why now? You're so…mn…random."
"I wasn't aware that I needed to schedule a time to make-out with my lover," I murmured teasingly. "You know that if I could, I'd spend all day with you, and only you, discovering how many different ways I can make you scream."
He moaned, and I quickly sealed my lips over his. The kiss set my blood on fire, as Yuki was wont to do, and I pressed closer to him, hungry for more. As I slipped my tongue inside his mouth…
…the bathroom door opened.
We broke apart and froze, hearing the intruder's light footsteps echo throughout the bathroom. When we heard them close the door of the stall next to us, I hurriedly slid the lock on our stall and we stumbled out—
—right into Hatsuharu.
"Dammit!" I hissed as Haru staggered backwards, and Yuki fell into me. I caught him around the shoulders, steadying us both.
Oh. Shit.
An awkward silence stretched as Haru stared at us, and we stood, motionless. I could practically see the puzzle pieces in Haru's mind falling into place.
In the uneasy quiet, the toilet behind us flushed. Jarring me from my paralysis, I turned to see none other than Momiji step out from the stall.
"Hey! Yuki, Kyo!" A broad grin stretched across his youthful face. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Uh…" Yuki and I exchanged anxious glances. Haru was still suspiciously quiet. Sooner or later, he was bound to say something—
"What were you guys doing in the same stall?"
I slapped my hand to my forehead, and Yuki just blushed. Ugh, that stupid Ox!
Momiji blinked. "The…same stall…?"
Busted.
Was I imagining it, or was there a smirk on Haru's face? No, it was the shadow of a smirk. Damn, he'd just figured it out. I saw his eyes flash, and then the smirk was there for real. Oh boy…
Black Haru was never good.
He sneered and shoved me against the nearest wall, bringing himself all too close for comfort. "You're a horny kitty, aren't you?" he scoffed, tracing his finger under my chin.
"Get off'a me, you bastard!" I pushed him away, glaring holes into his dual-colored head.
He laughed, looking as arrogant and obnoxious as ever, but then, to my surprise, he returned my glare. His smirk was still there, but it was wrought with dry humor, and there was no trace of amusement on his face. If anything, he looked angry.
"I'll fight you for him," he spat.
I jumped at his sudden bitter remark. "Wh-What? What are you taking about?"
In response, he raised his fist and connected it to the wall to the right of my head with a sickening crack. But I didn't flinch. "Yuki," he elaborated. "I'll fight you for Yuki."
Yuki made a sound of protest. "You will do no such thing!" he hissed, grabbing Haru by the collar and pulling him a safe distance away from me. "I'm not something you can just win like that!"
Haru looked about ready to retort, but caught himself as a wordless exchange was made between him and Yuki. Suddenly, his anger was gone, replaced with his usual docile, albeit confused, expression. He put his hand to his forehead. As if trying to clear his mind, he shook his head, his piercings and necklaces jingling. Glancing back at the Rat, he looked suddenly guilty and apologetic. "I…I'm sorry…" he murmured before dashing out the door.
Yuki sighed and ran after him. "Haru, wait!" we could hear him call as the door closed behind him.
Momiji turned to me. "So, what were you two doing in the same stall?"
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So there was the entrance of Haru. More to come in the next chapter. Review!
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