Disclaimer: I stiiiiiiiiill don't own it. Sorry. Hey... that's a lot of I's!

Man, I'm really working on overtime with A Cat's Death Wish, I'm telling ya! It's harder to write this fanfiction as it is, seeings as Haru is supposed to dislike Kyo and hate cats...although that's sort of shifted a tiny bit now, or so it seems! -Evil laughter- Anywho, most of this is thoughts and drabble that will be crucial to the story, eventually... I think... I hope... or I just wasted an hour on it...

Yep. I also discovered that I have to work double time on my IPT assignment because I got it all wrong, so I probably won't be writing this for a while. (Okay... so I'll write more now that this is posted tonight, but yeah... you know what I mean! ... Okay... so maybe you don't... I'm just going to shut up now oO)

Let's see... what else... oh yeah! My hair's gone all wavy, and it feels cool!

Enjoy, and please review n.n!

Chapter Seven; Favours and Feelings

Kyo rolled over. Then he rolled over again. He rolled over for a third time before giving up, standing, and turning the fan in his room up higher, and went back to bed. The rolling fest continued, until Kyo gave up – it was impossible for him to sleep, and he was the cat so that said something.

So, Kyo sat up, and just glared at the black back wall that was opposite to his bed, his thoughts drifting back to the thing that he'd been thinking about almost all night. Haru had kissed him – he'd stolen his first kiss.

Kyo hit himself in the face with his pillow – he wasn't supposed to be thinking about that!

Unfortunately, after that incident happened, Haru had simply gotten off Kyo, uncharacteristically mumbling apologies and excuses in one long string of words, leaving Kyo feeling a bit confused; he'd then offered Kyo his hand, which, to Kyo's surprise, he took. Well... it wasn't Haru's fault he didn't remember much about when he was black, and in this case, nothing at all.

Haru had ended up spending the night, mainly because Haru had subconsciously followed Kyo back to Shigure's, and Hatori had had to spend most of the night taking care of Akito, and hadn't been able to pick Hatsuharu up. Not that Haru had minded – he'd latched onto Yuki without a second thought, and of course Tohru had run to offer to get a futon ready for their guest – in Yuki's room of course.

That was what hurt the most. That even though Haru had come onto Kyo, he still latched onto Yuki like nothing had changed. And... Kyo guessed that nothing had changed, other than his feelings for...

Kyo whacked himself over the head with his pillow again. He did not feel that way about somebody who had stuck him in a washing machine and had tried to stick him down the kitchen sink. Kyo didn't even know why he cared.

Sighing, Kyo positioned his pillow back where it had been and lied down again, bringing the covers up to a comfortable position. Rolling over, just slightly, he closed his eyes. One thing was for sure – he wouldn't be getting very much sleep tonight.

As it happened, Yuki couldn't sleep either, although unlike Kyo, he wasn't very restless. He simply lay on his back, his hands under his head, staring at the ceiling with his large round purple eyes, ignoring the mass if white hair just below his chin.

Yes, Hatsuharu had decided that he wanted to snuggle with Yuki, and had caught the rat by surprise by silently crawling under the sheets, nudging Yuki over – who had happened to be asleep at the time – and before Yuki even knew what had happened, Haru had his head on his shoulders and his arm around Yuki's middle.

And that showed him that his plans weren't working.

Just this week, he'd tried to get the two to have lunch together without fighting, that had failed when Kyo had sneezed in Haru's fries and transformed into a cat, and had ended with Haru trying to stick Kyo into the ice-cream machine that the company provided. He'd also tried to push them into each other on several occasions, but had almost killed them both instead, when he almost pushed them off the side of the school building, or out almost out the window. So, now, Yuki needed a new plan. A plan that couldn't fail! But, there was one thing that he also needed... and that was help.

Funnily enough, he knew just the people to ask...

The next morning, the tension between Kyo, Haru and Yuki... or rather, Kyo and Yuki could be felt throughout the dining room. Haru happily just continued to eat, hardly noticing the fact that Kyo and Yuki seem to be upset at something, and that some of their feelings were radiating in his direction.

"More milk, Hatsuharu-san?" Tohru asked, smiling happily as the cow nodded with a face full of Strawberry Jam toast, and Tohru poured him another glass. Shigure was reading his newspaper, as per usual, and giggling at the love ads. But, Kyo and Yuki happened to just... glare at each other. Why? Well, nobody knew, and for safety reasons, nobody really wanted to know.

Apart from that fact, breakfast was uneventful.

The Yuki Fan Club Girls went ape – literally. They were bouncing over desks, kicking away chairs, and breaking bones just to get to the door before anybody else did, because, there was Yuki, standing inside the classroom that they had their weekly meetings. Yuki was at one of their meetings. For once, they wouldn't have to pray at a poster.

"Yuki!" Motoko called, moving from up the front of the room to the door, followed by her normal three tag-alongs. "What a pleasant surprise, what do we owe the honour of this visit?" The other club members grumbled, moving back and out of the way so that the President could get through – she had authority after all.

"Motoko-san." He bowed, and her heart leapt. "I've actually come to ask a favour..."