Sorry about the superlong wait. I lost the file on my computer and had to retype it. -sad face- This might not seem so bad but I HATE retyping things.

Kagura's POV

I could not believe my eyes. Kyo-kun…kissing…Yun-chan? But…but…I never knew Kyo-kun was gay! I mean, it sure explained how he was always able to resist my seductions, but still. I'd always thought that it'd just have been my hidden lack of interest in his kind, not his in mine Some on, give a girl a little warning, you know?

Not to mention that Kyo-kun hated Yuki-kun! They were the cat and the rat, they always hated each other! It was just what was what. Them liking each other, kissing each other… It was like saying that all of a sudden…all of a sudden…there was no comparison! Those two hated each other more than anyone else I'd ever met!

"Kagura-chan? Are you…okay?" I looked up to meet worried blue eyes and smile at Tohru-kun. Little Tohru-kun is so pretty…Though with her hair only half finished, she looked a little odd.

"No, I'm fine…just surprised, is all. I mean, it's not like I really loved him or anything. I'm just…shell-shocked. Really, did not need that picture of Kyo-kun and Yun-chan making out. Aren't they supposed to be sick or something? And trying to kill each other?"

"Well, yes," Tohru giggled. "But I think it's great that they are finally getting along! It means we won't have to fix the house as often!" I laugh despite myself at her ever-present optimism.

"Well, that's always good! Now, I think we need to finish your hair!" I say, tugging gently on a lock of it, letting the silky strands run through my fingers as I let it go.

"Yes! I can't wait to see it all done!" She smiled, so sweetly, so innocently. I smiled back and led her over to her chairs, sitting her down and picking up my curling, twisting her hair around it. Really, the curling takes so little time next to the straightening, I mused.

"Oooh! Tohru-kun looks so pretty with curly hair!" Great. It was the rabbit. Not that I had anything against Momiji is general, it's just…this was supposed to be something between Tohru and me. Us. Not him. Two. Not three.

"Momiji." I groaned. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" I asked significantly. He didn't get it, of course, but suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Oh no! I'm supposed to be helping 'Tori-san!" He exclaimed and bounced off toward the study where Shigure-san was resting. Tohru blinked, confused.

"How'd you know that he was forgetting to help Hatori-san?" She asked naively. Oh, my poor, sweet, innocent, silly little Tohru-kun. I gave my best mysterious smile and continued curling.

"Lucky guess." I shut the curler off and set it down carefully. "You're done." I walked around to the front and surveyed my work. She looked almost perfect, almost complete…and yet… "Ahh! I know what you need!"

"Eh?" She asked, looking adorably confused. Sometimes I think that they invented the term 'confuzzled' especially for Tohru-kun. I went over to my backpack, where my other hair supplies had come from, and pulled out some lip gloss. I quickly smeared some over her lips in a pretty candy-pink and then brushed some light blush over her cheeks.

"Rub your lips together. There. Perfect. You look…" She looked astounding. Not sexy, trying to make Tohru-kun look sexy would be impossible and just plain wrong. But she did look unbelievably cute and pretty, beautiful. God, if I had legs like her…not that I don't like the way I look but…God.

"I look…?" She prompted me. I leaned forward to stare right into her big, big eyes.

"You look amazingly adorable. You look like a Fairy Princess." I told her and leaned forward, pressing my lips against hers in a soft, chaste little kiss. I shouldn't have done it, I knew that, I instantly pulled away. What was I thinking? I couldn't go around kissing Tohru-kun!

"S-sorry." I whispered, trying to hold back my tears as I turned away. Damn my moods swings! I was about to run when a small hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I turned back to see Tohru-kun staring at me with an odd expression on her face.

"Why…why are you apologizing? Why are you leaving? Did I…did I do something wrong? I…I've never been kissed before, I don't know the etiquette…" Oh, poor girl. She just got kissed by another girl and she's worrying about etiquette. Most would be slapping me about now.

"I'm sorry, Tohru-kun!" My voice cracked dramatically, to my infinite embarrassment. "I should not have kissed you. I'm so sorry. I…I'll be leaving now." I mumbled, turning away once more. Again, her hand stopped me, tugging me back gently. I glanced into her eyes and sucked in my breath at the sadness and confusion I saw there.

"K-kagura-chan…" She whispered softly. "P-please don't say that you should not have done what you did! I…I meant what I said earlier. I really, really like you, Kagura-chan!" She seemed so earnest. "I don't want you to be ashamed of your feelings."

"Wh-what?" Nothing was making sense. I was so confused. I couldn't process what Tohru-kun was saying, what she meant. She gave a little sigh and was suddenly pulling me closer to her, her soft, soft lips on my own, her sweet scent of almonds- almonds, of course, always cooking with Tohru-kun- enveloping me and it was quick, innocent, but unbearably sweet, just like Tohru-kun herself.

"Do you understand, Kagura-chan?" She asked, pulling away, sparkles in her blue eyes. "I really, really like you." Oh, I understood all right. Which would be the reason why I pulled her into another kiss, my arm wrapping around to stroke her hair. She parted her lips and I took the invitation, deepening the kiss, drawing it out slowly. It wasn't a battle for dominance, or a duel of tongue, or any of those ways I'd heard my friends describe their best kisses. It was a slow, paralyzing sweet union of lips and tongues.

Tohru tasted amazing, if nothing the way I thought she would. I'd figured she'd taste like spun sugar and candy corn, but in reality, she was like a rich wine or sake. Intoxicating, and I was growing drunk on our slow kisses. When we finally had to pause for breath, I pulled back and smiled warmly at her. If she'd looked beautiful before, she looked even more so now. Her hair was slightly mussed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright, pupils dilated, her lips pink from kissing, chest heaving slightly from excitement.

"Kagura-chan?" She said in a questioning tone. I'd realized that in the middle of our making out, Tohru-kun had somehow ended up pressed against the wall, her lithe arms encircling my waist. I also realized that I had failed to reply, in words anyway.

"I like you, too." I purred. "I really, really do." The incredibility of the situation struck me and I giggled in slight disbelief. I began to brush feather-light kisses across Tohru-kun's face, along her cheek bones, across her forehead, whispering a trail of them down her nose until I reached the pert tip, then fluttered them across her eyelashes, nibbling slightly along her cheek bone, brushing lightly around the shells of her ears, making her melt into me. All the while, I was repeating a litany of "I like you. I really, really like you."

"Heehee!" She was giggling. "I get, Kagura-chan, I g-get it! Th-that tickles!" I stuck my tongue out at her and she darted forward, licking it. Oh, so she wasn't going to play fair, huh? Well, it takes two to tango, I thought evilly.

"You think that tickles? Au contraire, dear Tohru-kun!" I exclaimed. 'I'll show you what it feels like to be really tickled!" With that as hr only warning, I quickly twirled my fingers expertly along her ribs. She writhed, giggling like mad. Wow, she was really ticklish, wasn't she?

"Eek!" She yelped as I followed her sinking, flailing body down to the floor, never pausing in my torture. When she started crying from laughter I pulled back to make sure she was okay.

"Tohru-kun?' I asked questioningly. She sat up, wiping her eyes, then suddenly lunged at me.

"I'm going to get you for that!" She squeaked. I wriggled as her fingers flew across my sensitive sides, and retaliated with a yelp of joy. Soon we were in an all-out tickle fight. Even though I had been in many a tickle-fight before, she was a quick learned and it was a pretty even match. That is, it was until she discovered my weak spot, the skin under and around my ears. As soon as she touched it, I was undone, writhing and panting and fairly choking with laughter. She drew away, a decidedly un-Tohru-kun-ish gleam in her eye.

Before I knew it, she had me pinned under her, holding my wrists helpless as she exploited my weakness. So, I cheated. I quickly pulled my upper body up and locked her lips in a searing kiss. When I felt her hesitate, I promptly switched our positions, though I was kind enough to let her have her hands free.

I licked a soft trail down to her dainty neck, which I then covered in oh-so-soft kisses, split up by the occasional light brush of my tongue or teeth. I sighed contentedly when I felt her hands worm their way through my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp, making me shiver at the sensation. She pressed at the back of my head, toward the bottom, silently letting me know to pick up my head and press my mouth to hears once more.

"Ah-hem." At the distinct cough we both jumped. I fairly flew off of Tohru-kun, helped her up so that we could look into Hatori's slightly amused stare. Momiji was gaping at us from behind him.

"Oh! Uh, Hatori-san, Momiji-kun!" Tohru-kun gasped and quickly went into freak-out mode. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there! I did not mean to embarrass you or be impolite!" Hatori raised a hand to stop her babbling, which surely would have continued for a long time.

"Enough, Tohru-san. It is alright, I'm not mad at you. I just wanted to let you know that I'm pretty sure that if they all have the same thing as Shigure, they just have fevers and will be fine with some rest." He told us.

"Um, aren't you going to go upstairs to check on Kyo-kun and Yuki-kun?" I asked. Hatori's lips twitched as he shook his head.

"No, I don't think I will. I think it's best if I let them cool off and deal with their hormones before I attempt to deal with them again." Then, in a softer tone, he muttered, "Bad enough dealing with Ayame and Shigure all the time." I giggled and he continued in a louder tone. "Thank you very much for your hospitality, Tohru-san. Momiji and I have to return to the main house now. Kagura, don't stay out too long or your mother will worry."

"Yes, Hatori-san." I said, feeling like I had done something wrong. Hatori-san always had that guilt-trip effect on me, ever since he had been babysitting me when I was seven and he was fifteen, and he caught me sneaking cookies into my room even though I wasn't supposed to. Now he just smiled and turned, putting his shoes on and grabbing his coat before exiting with Momiji in tow.

"See you later, Tohru-kun!" The Rabbit sang as he shut the door. Tohru waved emphatically at them. Once they were gone, she turned back to me.

"Um, I have to make dinner now. Would you like to stay for it?" She asked, blushing prettily. I nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes! I would!" I answered. "Just let me call my mom and then I'll help you make it, okay?" She nods with a big smile and I scamper off to call my mother.

Yuki's POV

Okay. I realized that I was acting extremely odd. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was the boredom, or being sick, or the new moon that night, I don't know. Maybe it was some kind of Zodiac curse inspired madness, along the lines of rat-plays-tricks-on-cat type of thing. Perhaps it was my teenage hormones acting up and saying to me: 'Hey, look! A person! Sex them!' I really am not sure of the reason I was acting that way.

The important thing was that I was acting that way and it was infinitely amusing watching Kyo splutter through the dreaded leek soup while I sat on him and called him infuriating pet names to watch him blush. He blushed really nicely, too. He was more tan than most, so he didn't get all splotchy like many people did. Instead, he got these adorable little rosy patches on his cheeks, up by his ears.

Yes, I did indeed think that his blushes were adorable. I'd already known for quite a bit that I felt some level of…attraction for Kyo. I didn't know why, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know. I'd known for a very long time that I was bisexual and didn't have a problem with it. If you turn into a rat, petty things like liking both girls and boys don't faze you.

As to why my interest had fallen on Kyo, of all people…well, I had a few theories on it, though I didn't spend that much of my time trying to figure it out. I'd always felt more of an attraction for people who try to annoy me, like Hatsuharu or Kekaru Manabe, because I knew that they didn't buy into any of that silly 'Prince' nonsense, or see me as some precious girl who needed to be protected and treated like a glass flower.

There was also the fact that I spent a lot of time around Kyo. I had to, I lived with him. Even though I tried my best to avoid and ignore him, he still was always there, on the roof, down the hall, across the table, roaming the woods. He was everywhere, and he wasn't exactly one to leave me alone, either. No, we always had to be fighting or yelling. It was as if he was incapable of having a conversation with me without touching me, either my gripping the front of my shirt or throwing a punch at my face.

In summary, Kyo held some sort of appeal to me. I was sure it was purely physical, because goodness knows I didn't like the baka neko's personality. Therefore, when I saw him lying there so weakly, in disarray due to his fever, it evoked some kind of instinctive reaction inside me. I was feeling mostly better, so I figured I could mess with him a little bit. Bother him and maybe even help him feel better. Not that I cared about his health. I didn't. No, really.

Before I knew it, it had escalated out of my control and, against my better judgment, I kissed him. Then everyone decided to troop in and caught us making out. Which wasn't even the worst of my worries. You'd think it would be, but I had something that was bothering me even more.

I really wanted to kiss him again. I mean, I know. The last time didn't work out so well in the end, but up until we were interrupted, it was really, really nice. Kyo was an excellent kisser, even if that does sound rather crude. He did all this…this, um, bendy stuff with his tongue and he purred. Purred! I couldn't believe it, and because I was, well, attached to him at the time, so I didn't just hear it, I also felt it. It was…an interesting experience to say the least.

Um, anyway…

In any event, that was how I now came to be sitting on top of the neko, refilling a spoon while he swore at me for pulling a cheap trick of some sort. I tried to tune him out, but it was useless. He was pretty weak, so had to take pauses in the middle, therefore dragging the whole thing out to disproportionate lengths.

"K'so Nezumi…do you have any idea wha' level of shit…we're in?" He was whining with a pained grimace marring his handsome face. Idiot. "Kagura's gonna…KILL me…" Oh, so he was worried about his own tail, was he? "You saw what she di' to…to Tohru when hey first met and…we hadn't even been, you know…" Here he trailed off helplessly.

"Kissing? Making out?" I supplied. Nobody could say I wasn't helpful. Kyo promptly turned red and glared at me. Really, sometimes it got so repetitive. Didn't he have any moods besides 'angry', 'violent', and the slightly worrying 'homicidal'?

"Shut up, pervert!" He shouted, actually sounding a bit forceful. The effect didn't last long as he sank back against his pillows, closing his eyes. I glanced down at his vulnerable face and suddenly was overcome with the desire to kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, everywhere. I resisted it, barely. What odd things, those hormones.

"You didn't exactly push me away, Kyon-kyon." I reminded him sweetly. "So don't go blaming it all on me." He cracked open a single eyelid and shot me a ruby glare, calling me names under his breath. I smirked. "Just because you've gotten all defensive and scared doesn't mean you've to take it out on me, you know." I bated him.

"Defensive? Scared?' He hissed. His brow furrowed even further. "I'll show you scared, you…goddamn pretty boy." The scornful effect was ruined by the pause he was forced to take in the middle. Heh. I loved rainy days.

"Oh really?" I asked. "I'll be sure to watch out for that. In the meantime, I think you should have your soup." I lunged forward and grabbed his nose until he was forced to open his mouth and stuffed some more soup in. I waited until I heard him swallow then released him. Kyo coughed, his eyes watering as he glared wetly at me.

"You fucking nezumi…" He snarled tiredly. "I don't wan' anymore leek soup. I hate leeks. I don't…care if I'm sick forever. Just stop with the soup." He sounded almost poetic. Really, I felt bad about torturing him this way, but he did need to get better. It made me feel guilty. Sort of.

"Even if I give you a reward?" I asked, suddenly struck with a slightly evil idea. He gave me a disgusted look, which in retrospect I believe I deserved.

"You can't fool me twice, kuso 'ezumi!" He warned me. "I know what your 'reward' is and I don' want anymore soup! What part of 'Eurgh' is so har' to get through your…thick skull?"

"How do you know what I mean by reward?" I asked him. I'm afraid that I might have been smirking somewhat evilly at this point. He gave me a flat, irritated look.

"How could I not know, you…you…you…" He faltered, seeming to lose his train of thought. I can't really blame him for doing so, seeing as I had leaned forward until my lips hovering a mere centimeter away from the tan skin of his neck and was breathing hotly on it, making him shiver. "Nnn…" He mewed. Such a pretty sound, coming form such an annoying individual. "S…Stop tha'…"

"Do you really want me to?" I whispered, moving up to have my lips pressed against his ear, making sure that my tongue flicked out against the shell as I spoke. He shuddered beneath me and a quick glance over at his face informed me that his cheeks were scarlet hued and his eyes had fluttered shut. I let my lips brush against his skin again, inhaling his musky aroma as I moved over toward his mouth. "Well, kitten? Do you?"

"K-kuso nez-eh?" His eyes suddenly snapped open as I sat back. "What gives?" I gave him my most polite smile and raised his spoon.

"Don't you want your soup, neko?" I asked sweetly. His eyes, previously clouded, cleared and he turned his head on the pillow.

"No. I hate leek soup. Asshole." This surprised me. I had been counting on him breaking down at this point. Goodness knows that he wasn't exactly a master at self-control in any other situation regarding me. Why'd he have to go and change now? Inconsiderate, if you asked me.

"Fine then." I huffed, slightly offended. I replaced his bowl on the floor beside his bed and got off him going back toward my own bed. I could feel his eyes on my back, but pretended not to notice. I lay down and pretended to have fallen asleep.

Suddenly I heard jerky noises and slow footsteps behind me. I sat up and turned around to see Kyo wobbling as he concentrated on raising his foot to take another step toward me, his face pale with effort. I jumped up and grabbed him, sitting him back down so that he didn't faint on me or something.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" I snapped, agitated. Not because I was worried or anything. I was only upset because Honda-san would be worried if Kyo fainted. That was my only reason. I swear.

Oh, who am I kidding?

"You…are…a…huge…ass." He grumbled before gripping my chin and dragging my face down toward his. Actually, he was pretty weak about it, so I had to cheat and help out a bit, but such details became trivial when our lips met for a second time in a searing kiss.

As our tongues dueled, I tangled my hands into his annoyingly bright hair, gripping it and using it to pull him as close to me as possible. I guess it hurt him a bit, because he hissed and nipped at my bottom lip, rocking his hips up against mine, making me squeak at the sudden sensation. I don't remember when I had gotten to be straddling his lap, pressing him against the wall, but there we were, and oh, god it felt good.

Seeing as he was so drained from trying to walk over while it was raining and he was sick, I was easily able to take control of our kiss. I shifted him so that he was back against his pillows again, where we were both much more comfortable. I pillaged his mouth, untwining one of my hands from his hair in favor of running my fingers along his clothe chest, making him tremble and moan beneath me.

Then I felt an abrupt pain in my tongue and drew back with a gasp of pain. I touched my hand to my throbbing tongue and brought it back out, my eyes widening at the blood that now stained my fingertips. I glanced up at Kyo, who wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Sorry." He muttered, obviously embarrassed. I blinked in consternation, feeling slightly stupid. I mean, I had always known Kyo was the cat, and had even seen his fangs up close and personal when he was yelling at me, but the fact that the aforesaid fangs might actually be sharp and hurt me if I kissed him had completely passed me by.

"No, it's okay." I hurriedly assured him, noticing how upset he looked. I mean, it wasn't actually his fault, for once. As he reminded me often, he never actually wanted to be the cat. I sat back, blushing awkwardly, not quite sure what to do. "So, um…er."

"Articulate, aren't we?" His tone was hostile and defensive. When I gave him a searching glance, he wouldn't meet my eyes. I sighed, exasperated. This was really not the time for him to get all guilty and self-protecting on me. I was trying to salvage a mood and Kyo was not helping.

"Listen you baka neko, I'm not blaming you." When he still didn't look at me, I sighed again and seized his chin, tugging his face toward mine and I bent down to ravish his mouth once again, being a little more careful of his fangs this time. After a few seconds of hesitation, his tongue slipped up to meet mine in a slick duel and I moaned.

After a few minutes of heated kissing, I slid my mouth to the side, licking a line to his jaw. I worked my way around his face, nipping lightly just to feel him tremble, sucking at the tanned skin and then soothing the reddening marks with my tongue. Kyo seemed perfectly content to let me dominate over him. The sounds he was making at my ministrations were certainly agreeable-he had even started to purr again. I wondered if I was to try this again on a sunny day when he was healthy if he'd be this compliant. Probably not.

"Y-yuki!" He gasped and hearing my name in that voice, in that tone, sent a jolt of electricity through me. His arms had snaked their way around me, hands slithering up my back to tangle into my hair. I shook my head abruptly, sitting up and smirking down at him. I let my eyes feast upon the panting, aroused boy. "Wh…" He wet his lips and tried again. I tried not to stare too much at his tongue when he did this. "Why'd you stop?"

"Don't you think you should have your soup, kitten?" I asked again. His eyes widened and he stared at me for about three seconds before exploding at me, albeit in a weak, still lust-dazed way, of course.

"Are you serious?" He snapped at me. "What th' fucking hell is the matter with you? Kuso Nezumi!" I snickered at him and he slit his eyes at me. "So now you think you're so funny, huh? I'll show you." He grumbled. I was still chuckling in a slightly loony way when I felt his fists grip the collar of my shirt and a swift tug made me lose my balance, falling onto him.

"Hey!" I yelped, my lips pressed against his hair as he tucked his head into the crook of my neck. "No fair. Are you trying to ruin the moment or something, Kyonkichi?"

"Shut up, you…kuso nezumi." He mumbled against my skin so that I could feel the vibrations of his voice and the soft brush of his lips as they moved. "You don't get to talk about…ruining the moment or fair. You're the one who…brought up th' stupid soup…plus, it's raining and I'm sick…you're practically raping me."

"What?" I blinked before realizing that his tone had been odd. Odd in a way that only meant…"You're teasing me." I accused, my tone slightly disbelieving. I could feel him smirk.

"Good job, smart stuff." He said sarcastically. The effect was ruined when he gave into a giant yawn. "Nn…you're warm." He murmured so softly that I could barely hear it, even pressed against him the way I was. "I always fig'red you'd be…mm…cold."

"Oh really? And how much time have you spent debating my body temperature, kitten?" I asked, closing my eyes and relaxing against him. This was odd…not what I had expected to happen…we were cuddling; I suppose the term would be.

It was nice, in its way. It was…I was…I can't explain it well, I'm afraid. To have someone hold me, so close, so trusting, was a miracle in itself. Kyo's breath stirred the tiny hairs on my neck. He was relaxing under me, dozing off. His arms had wrapped around me, holding my snugly against him. His living blanket, I suppose.

I hadn't gotten the chance I'd wanted to get out all of my teenage hormones in one bout. I had gotten something much, much better. I'd gotten to see a different side of Kyo from the fight-obsessive, angry, moronic face he usually showed me. We'd made out and now we were…well, I wasn't sure what we were.

But I'd have a fun time figuring it out.

Thankies muchly everyone!

Rose