Hey all (Or none, seeing as this is probably a dead fic viewer wise) Just a quick chappie cuz I haven't written anything in a long time, and I don't think I'll have the chance to soon. Besides, I'm still guilty over leaving everything just hanging like we did T^T So here ya go~ A little MaShii fluff that was requested a looong time ago…and KD doesn't have to actually happen in the real story line so we thought "what's with all the Matt fangirls but why the hell not?" ~Yuuki
Sup people? Long time no…read…hurrr. This is supposed to be a rough draft of our Kyuuketsuki Kitsune idea (which we're thinking of doing as an apology) Guess what? I've actually started trying at grammar lulz, so let's hope I'll be able to help Yuu-chan in the actual writing this time around ;D One more thing, and this goes out to the lovely Matt, please don't kill us for pushing you into yet another BL pairing XD Which brings on a little warning: If you don't like Shounen-ai (boyXboy) then don't read this chapter. This pairing isn't 'canon' in Kyuuketsuki…as of yet…though I do remember getting some requests hurr~ hurr~ Nothing graphic though! Remember, kids, REAL MEN DON'T WEAR PANTS! D Prussia ftw ~Suki
Drabble 3:
Distraction
The house was horribly silent, air filled with mistrust as yet another day ended for the world – and only began for creatures such as themselves.
Nagihiko effortlessly pulled his re-growing hair into a high ponytail. He grimaced, remembering how not too long ago it had barely grazed his shoulders and was now nearing his elbows when let down. Sighing at the mirror, he quickly grabbed the usual sunglasses to cover his very much crimson eyes and turned down the hall.
Not a word was spoken as he glided past the couch, not sparing a glance at its single occupant while he unlocked the door. Hesitating at the threshold, he finally looked back.
"Are you sure you're not coming?"
When he didn't receive a response, Nagihiko bit back another sigh and left. The door clicked shut with a sort of finality, and silence settled back in.
On the couch, Matt Koumori didn't move from his position. Legs drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped around himself and face buried into his knees. A TV that had never been turned on reflected the darkness of the room, dust settling on any surface it could find.
Slowly, slowly, Matt began the long task of painfully uncurling his stiff limbs for the first time since Nagihiko had returned yesterday. With a groan, the boy pushed himself to his feet and wandered to the kitchen to turn on the faucet.
He waited patiently until the water was as cold as it could get before bending over to let it soak his head. The freezing water was quick to rub away any drowsiness on his face, but still Matt didn't move until his hair felt like ice against his flesh.
Shaking off the water droplets, he was just about to repeat the process when the distant sound of the door reached the kitchen. The doorknob jangled, as if someone was trying to rip it off its hinges. Which, considering how the people there thought that the house was always empty after the fair and 'rich' boy had left, was very possible. It was incredible how low humans would go to obtain material things that would never serve them in the long run.
Matt abandoned the sink in favor of the door, slowly padding towards it with practiced steps. It wasn't the first time, after all.
He watched the rattling knob for a few moments before grasping it and pulling the door open. His expressionless face observed the stranger for a mere second before the mask split in two.
Immediately the young vampire lunged forward, throwing all his body weight against the wood to try and get it to close. But too late, for a black toed boot had already halted it from slamming shut.
"Bonjour, my little Kitsune." A sickly sweet smile spread across the man's face as he pressed forward, easily slipping inside. "It's been too long, no?"
After being numb to everything for so long, the pent up emotions quickly assaulted Matt as he backed away, a spark of fear the first thing to light up golden eyes for months. Perhaps even years. The invisible wall he had set up around his mind shattered like glass in an instant as the situation slowly began to unfurl.
Run, run, run, run, run! His instincts screamed at him, yet his feet stayed rooted to the spot as soon as the other stopped a few paces from him.
"What's this? It seems you've been rendered speechless. You look awfully pale, like you've seen a ghost." A smirk stretched across his lips as he reached out a hand.
Fumbling with the desk behind him, Matt tried to get the drawer open with trembling fingers, watching the man in front of him with wide eyes.
The hand was so close now, just barely brushing across a quivering lip when, finally, the drawer popped out. A gun was hurriedly aimed between scarlet eyes, hands shaking but still on point.
"Leave, or I'll shoot." His voice sounded weak, even to him. "I-it's silver, with p-poison- werewolf blood."
If anything, the smirk turned smug and he advanced nonetheless. Soon, the drawer was shut as Matt was backed into it, the gun easily being pushed aside with one hand.
No. He trembled harder as the hand finally cupped his cheek, legs turning to jelly. Because he knew – and more importantly, he knew – that there was nothing Matt could do to stop the trespasser's clear intentions.
"Make a wish." The man shook off his hat, letting red-tipped hair fall around his face.
No. "S-Shii-sama…" Matt's knees buckled, but that only gave the other a chance to pull him up onto the desk. Now leaning their foreheads together, the younger of the two shuddered as a hand traced across his hip.
"Yes?" He licked his lips hungrily. With ease, Shii guided slim legs to wrap around his waist, lips ghosting over their target. He blew a breath against a sensitive ear, nipping at the lobe.
"I-I wish…" Chocking on the words, flashes of the last time he had seen the man resurfaced to Matt's mind. A place he hadn't seen before, fingers skillfully tracing down his spine, a heat trapping them in the room. "I wish…"
Hands crept under his thin sweater, not quite touching but creating the desired effects. Shii nearly chuckled at the small sound that escaped his kitsune's mouth when he neared a sweet spot he'd memorized. How cute, he thought affectionately. He dimly noticed that sound of running water in the background and almost smiled at the boy's forgetfulness. He must have left the sink on somewhere in the house.
With a final glance at the door, Matt turned his full attention on his supposed 'master' with a shaky gulp, tilting his head to expose a pale neck. "D-distract me."
"As you wish."
The gun finally clattered to the ground.
-END-
Scared Matt is fun to write…just because we get to laugh at his face whenever we show it to him hahaha XD We listened to Adam Lambert the whole time we wrote this by the way, I like his hair, a lot ~Yuuki
Le GASP! We totally just made Shii come off as the pedo rapist! D Pffsh it doesn't matter that Matt's like in his 60's by this time, cuz Shii's still a pedobear in my book *evil grin* They are immortal vampires, after all. Oh, in case you were wondering, Kyuuketsuki Kitsune is supposed to be a few years after the end of KI so things that seem perfectly 'meh I dun care' would have double meanings *awesomeface* or something like that…Damn, we really should get finished up on KI… ~Suki