Kiss Kiss
By Lady of the Ink
Pairing: Kyou and Kagura Sohma
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Theme: #12- In A Good Mood
Disclaimer:# I don't own Fruits Basket, but you knew that . . .I hope. But I do own this story and all the twists that it takes.
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Kiss Three
Blindsided
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Kyou never saw it coming.
He'd walked through the door feeling better than he had in days. The rain that had been falling steadily for a week had finally stopped the night before. He's woken up to bright sunshine and an amazing burst of energy. Leaving Kagura still in bed asleep, he'd gone for a walk through the quiet streets surrounding their home.
After wandering for an hour or so and making a few stops along the way, he finally turned towards home. Upon entering, he'd heard noise from the kitchen and guessed that Kagura was up. He'd found her at the table, still in her pajamas and tousled with sleep. She'd smiled sleepily when she caught sight of him and he'd been unable to resist the desire to lean in and kiss her good morning.
That was when all hell had broken loose.
The moment their lips had connected, Kagura had jerked away like she'd been shocked. Jumping up from the table, she'd glared at him with accusing eyes. He watched, a bit stunned by the sudden (even for her) mood swing. Before he could get out so much as a word of question or concern, she laid into him.
"Kyou Sohma, how could you? You have done some mean things over the years but this could be the worst one yet! I wake up and my husband's gone, but I think 'That's okay. He's just enjoying the nice day, taking an early walk. He'll be back soon.' I never imagined that you were out there doing something so . . .so despicable!"
Tears welled in her eyes and her lower lip trembled slightly. Kyou felt a tightness in his chest and stretched a hand out towards her but she quickly slapped it away. Sniffling, she continued her accusing tirade. "Did you think you could get away with it? Could you have possibly believed that I wouldn't notice? God, you didn't even bother to get rid of the smell! And then you have the audacity to come in here and kiss me and I tasted . . ."
Her words trailed off into sobs and she brushed past him to run from the room. He followed her quick footsteps back up the stairs just in time to have the bedroom door slammed in his face. Trying the knob and finding it locked, he leaned his head against the wood and sighed.
"Kagura," he called gently, "please open the door. We can talk about this." The stream of muffled words that came at him made his jaw clench. Feeling a little less accommodating, he'd banged a fist against the door. "Come on, Kagura! This is not that big of a deal! You're completely overreacting, like always."
The moment the words were out of his mouth, he regretted him. They were just going to make her angrier, and the angrier she got, the longer she would make him yell through the door before she'd unlock it. He decided to try a calmer approach. Raking a hand through his hair, he took a deep breath.
"Look, I'm sorry. I guess that I gave into temptation, but it was just a little slip. If it makes you feel any better, I couldn't even finish!"
Apparently it didn't make her feel any better. Kyou jerked back when something heavy slammed into the door before falling to the floor with a thud. He groaned as he realized that he'd have to spend the afternoon replacing whatever item of his it was that she'd thrown this time. His own temper flared as he realized she had no intention of listening to anything he had to say at the moment. Making he made plenty of noise, he stormed down the stairs and into the living room. Throwing himself into a chair, he fumed to himself.
Everyone had told him that marriage had its ups and downs and he'd known it would be more than true about marriage to Kagura. They had volatile tempers and it was just too easy to set each other off. He'd thought that he's prepared himself for all the changes, braced himself for all the problems that were sure to come up. He'd worked on his patience and tried to get better at "communicating".
Even with all of that, here they were. She was locked in their bedroom, quite likely destroying his possessions while he sat in the living room, filled with anger and guilt. And all of that over something as stupid as a piece of bacon.
And he'd been in such a good mood, too.
