Revenge of the Snow Bunny

A/N I hope this makes up more than enough for that really weird last installment! --; I don't know where that came from either--eep! Thanks so much to my beta, Kristy for doing a last-minute check on this--you've always been such great help:) Please enjoy though, your feedbacks are all most welcome as always! Thanks for reading :)

DISCLAIMER Card Captor Sakura is owned by CLAMP and as much as I would want to claim Touya and Yukito all to myself, CLAMP owns them too. Boohoo. That is why I'm stuck doing just this. Post-canon setting.

Written for the LJ Community 101kisses challenge themes:
Theme #76- Game, Theme#92- Jealousy

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Touya looked annoyed.

It might have gone unnoticed to anybody else, since he usually sported that look, along with 'impassive' and 'indifference'; but not to Yukito. Yukito figured, he had probably memorized each and every contour of Touya's handsome, tanned face, that he could tell whether it was feigned or not.

So with much eyebrow twitching, in addition to the noticeable hints of a frown? Yes, Touya was definitely annoyed.

Yukito found it quite amusing; and he might have had little bit of an idea as to why. He laughed quietly to himself as he sat on the edge of Touya's bed, looking at his friend with his signature naivety.

"Hi To-ya. Having a hard time with that chapter?" Innocent and dense, as always. Though not exactly.

"What's that, Yuki?" The irritation did not escape Touya's deep voice, even though he spoke as calmly as ever. The other boy's brown eyes were shooting daggers in his direction while tapping his pencil impatiently on the table beside him.

Yukito continued to smile.

"Hm?" It was probably a bit thoughtless of him, but Yukito felt somewhat comforted with the fact that his friend can break into emotions, occasionally; Touya's too serious for his own good.

"What's what?" Yukito wondered if the brunette could tell whether he were feigning too or not.

"That--" Touya gritted his teeth as he pointed one aggravated finger at the stuffed toy Yukito was holding. No doubt about it, Touya was clearly pinning away at the toy, and Yukito suspected as much. He let out a low chuckle; he might as well have a little more fun with Touya since the older boy was clearly into this little dispute.

"Oh, this?" Yukito held out the large, stuffed white bunny before him, goading it at his clearly infuriated friend. The bunny's black beady eyes mocked Touya with their cuteness. He flinched. If Yukito weren't so cute teasing him like that, he would've puked all over the stuffed bunny.

"It's from the Fireworks Festival a few years ago, don't you recognize it?" Yuki asked him, completely oblivious to his annoyance. Of course he did, he fought war over that bunny! Strictly speaking.

Yukito thought he heard a nerve snap inside Touya's forehead. "I know what that is!" He was beginning to get red with frustration. "I want to know what's that doing here in my room?"

"What? It's my room too. Besides, I can't sleep without it by my side." And as if to emphasize his point, Yukito drew the stuffed bunny close to his chest, embracing it lovingly.

He was really going to push this as far as he can, wasn't he? At least, it was better than having to watch Touya mull incessantly about his sister, the magic, and the fact that Syaoran recently proposed to her. He might as well take advantage of his success at distracting Touya in this little game; ironic as it was that the topic of 'the brat' will have to come up soon.

"Well you slept fine without it before!" Touya's voice pitched a little higher.

"But I missed it."

"I can't believe it! You actually had to bring in something to remind me of that brat!"

"I thought you were over that already?" Yukito could barely keep his tone at a normal level, because he was trying to suppress his laughter.

"Clearly I'm not! And what with him suddenly proposing to Sakura--"

"Li-kun loves her."

"--It's not as if I haven't forgotten him crushing head-over-heels for you back then--"

Ah, at least now Touya was letting it all out. Yukito can now feel less guilty about provoking him.

"To-ya, don't tell me you're jealous of a stuffed bunny!"

"He had the nerve to challe... what? No!" Then suddenly regretting what he said, Touya turned a few higher shades of red and sported another frown. But Yukito knew him better. Touya wasn't going to admit to that, despite how obvious he was.

This wasn't something to test his friend, or their friendship or even perhaps, future budding relationship? He just wanted to insinuate a little encouragement for Touya; he wasn't as dense as others would have liked to believe.

"Good." Yukito nodded matter-of-factly, then added casually, "'Cos Sakura-chan gave this to me."

"How could I be jealous of a stuffe... She what!" Touya was now gaping at him in shock and confusion, and it amused Yukito to no end. The Blonde wished he had his camera wit at that moment.

"Didn't you win this, To-ya?" Curling up and falling to his side, Yukito brought his face to the bunny's furry coat and nuzzled it. "Honestly, I much prefer this to the other one."

He met Touya's eyes and watch it turn from a ferocious, dark hue of deep brown to a light, swirling russet color in a matter of seconds; his cheeks tainted pink, not of anger anymore, but of embarrassment and to perchance… shyness? However, it was, for Yukito, priceless all the same.

Touya's lips quivered for a brief moment, before gulping and turning away, still blushing as he turned his attention back to his books. "Well, fine. Sleep with it if you like."

Yukito couldn't help smiling, a thousand butterflies fluttering somewhere in his ribcage. He has committed to memory each and every contour of Touya's handsome, tanned face, with which he has caught that trace of affection and momentary gleam of pride. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you were jealous of a stuffed bunny."

"Urusei!"

Melodious laughter rang outside the hall.