kyu: erm. . . I feel really bad about not updating in forever, so I'm starting a new chapter before I've even posted the third one!
Kyo: DAMMIT!!!! Why do you feel the need to torture me?!
kyu: -smiling as if she isn't insulted in the least- I have a sadistic streak when it comes to my bishounen.
Kyo: . . . Why me?! -looking to the gods-
Yuki: I'm the one going insane and talking to the voice inside my head. -pouting-
kyu: um. . . Kyo-kun talked to me too. . .
Yuki: Yes, but people already expect him to be off his rocker.
Kyo: -arms crossed, back to Yuki- If I was speaking to you, I'd yell and hit you right about now.
Yuki: -pouts further-
kyu: Oo, I'd better fix this rift, before the love dies.
DISCLAIMER: I, kyu, sadly do not own these cute, adorable, chibi animals or their original story. –smirks- yet. –hops into computer chair and tries to book a flight to Japan- -computer crackles and dies- DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNINGS:
-This is a yaoi (yow-ee) fanfiction. In other words the story will include guy-on-guy romance! No likie, no read!
-The characters, due to my talentless writing, may be OOC (Out of Character) at any given moment.
-I have a school computer at my house with no internet. My grandma is the one who has the computer I post on. I may not be able to update for months at a time. DO NOT BLAME ME!!!!
NOTES AND ME BABBLING:
-Beware of the tense. I may switch, but only if I lose focus and become wrapped up in the story.
-Peoples' thoughts will be in italics and '…' And the voices in their heads will be in italics only.
-Okay… I think I'm done… yep. I'm done.
kyu: Not much of a recap this time. After the whole ordeal of Kyo running off, Yuki following and confessing, then dropping him, Haru pissing everybody off, Kyo running away again and Haru getting a door slammed in his face, -deep breath- Kyo and Yuki both had a discussion with me in their heads. Kyo realized that no matter how Yuki may feel, he didn't want to blackmail him. Yuki then back-tracked and realized what an idiot he is. Shigure and Tohru have no idea what transpired between them and probably think they just had a fight.
Normal Pov- the next morning
Kyo woke long before the sun and simply laid still for a few hours. When he finally became restless, (kyu: hey. Even cats get sick of the same position after a while.) he got up and headed to the roof, still in his pajamas- which happened to be just a loose t-shirt and his boxers.
As he had done many nights and days before, he simply laid and stared. He looked at the stars, but they only reminded him of how lonely he was. All the stars were close to one another in his mind. (kyu: figuratively.) They were never alone. And though they winked at him as though smiling, he would never be able to reach them. He was doomed to be locked away from all contact and tormented by the unrequited feelings he harbored inside.
A sad sort of smile lifted the corners of his mouth, and he laid and watched, and watched and laid, never knowing he wasn't alone in his stargazing.
Still Normal PoV- Yuki's room
Unlike Kyo, Yuki never even fell asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, flashes of Kyo would flit across the projector screen in his mind: Kyo glaring at him before they stopped fighting daily; Kyo sitting with Tohru at the table, working on some project; Kyo with all their classmates, yelling at them for calling him 'cat-lover'; Kyo as a child, laughing and smiling at a butterfly he was playing with; that same boy smiling at him, then frowning once he learned his name; Kyo yelling at him, saying again and again that it was all his fault; Kyo walking away from him, butterfly long forgotten.
Yuki pulled out of his nightmarish slide show and noticed he had left his room. He was no longer wrapped up in his nice warm bed, which had felt extra comfy, but was now standing before the indoor ladder that led to the roof.
Thinking for a second, he decided that Kyo would be locked in his room until morning and that it wouldn't hurt to just take a quick breath of fresh air. He was now feeling suddenly suffocated. Climbing faster and faster, he carefully slid the door out of the way. (kyu: I view their roof passage as an attic door sort of thing. You go up a ladder and slide an overhead door to the side, then pull yourself up and onto the roof.)
Inhaling the night air before even pulling himself up, Yuki felt a smile stretch across his face. He jumped nimbly onto the slanted rooftop and turned to find a good place to sit. The fresh night air left his lungs as he noticed he wasn't alone. Before he could stop himself, a slight gasp escaped his lips, drawing Kyo's attention. Yuki's heart stopped as their eyes met. Impassive then slightly startled crimson met frantic lavender.
Yuki's eyes searched for something-anything- to look at. He suddenly found his feet extremely interesting. Kyo made no move to welcome or reject him, but Yuki couldn't shake the feeling of needing to apologize for. . . something. . . Was this how Tohru and Ritsu always felt?
Yuki-kun's PoV
'DAMMIT ALL!!!!'
"S-Sorry! I didn't think anyone else was up right now. . . I w-was just g-going to-"
"You have nothing to be sorry about," Kyo's voice cut me off, "It was all just bad timing. Nothing to worry your pretty liddle head over."
I feel myself blink and close my mouth. 'If that's so. . . why do I get the feeling that I need to apologize for something?'
You have to ask?
'. . . yes?'
Oy vey.
'What?! What's wrong?'
Earlier! Say your sorry for dropping him on his ass and then not coming sooner! DOBE!
'Hey. Words hurt.'
Not my fault, dumbass. (dobe-dumbass)
"K-Kyo? C-can I sit down for a minute?" I raise my eyes from the spot of the roof, where I surely have drilled a hole. I see him consider my question, and hope lifts in me.
"I suppose. It's not like it's my roof anyway, now is it?" He emphasizes his words, and I suddenly remember how rude I was before we kissed. I mentally pound the shit out of myself and take a few steps forward, putting me next to Kyo.
I sit and refuse to look anywhere but the sky. I feel his gaze on me, but he, too, turns his attentions back to the vast expanse of stars above us. Neither of us dares to break the silence and be the first one to tick the other off. I sigh inwardly and take the plunge. I mean, it's now or never, right?
"Imsorry!" I blurt, clenching my eyes closed.
"Heh?!" Kyo asks, totally undignified. I guess I should try this a little slower. . .
"I'm. . . sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I was a huge ass earlier, and if you never forgive me, I'll totally understand, but please, I-" I pause and look up to him, "I'm so sorry."
His face shifts several times, each façade as unreadable as its predecessor. Then, he-
Kyo-kun's PoV- rewind slightly
I was beginning to think about considering maybe going inside when I heard the door open. Imagine my surprise when I turned to see the prince himself actually entering my turf in the middle of the night. Who the hell does he think he is?
He smiles, and, despite myself, I feel my insides twitter. . .
Did you actually just use the word twitter?
'Yes. Yes, I did. 'Cuz That's how he makes me feel. And if you have a problem with that, then you can just bugger off.'
-soft smile- Not at all, Kyo-kun. . . Not at all.
Conversations with little people in my head are pushed aside as he starts talking.
"S-Sorry! I didn't think anyone else was up right now. . . I w-was just g-going to-"
'What the hell is he apologizing for that for?! I want him up here!
"You have nothing to be sorry about," 'Well, actually he does, but I'll let him slide for a bit.
"It was all just bad timing. Nothing to worry your pretty liddle head over." He blinks and closes his mouth, still dumbly staring at his feet.
"K-Kyo? C-can I sit down for a minute?" He finally looks at me. His question stumps me for a minute, but I can't wait too long. He's been known to either hit me or walk away when I don't answer fast enough. Neither one sounds too great right now.
"I suppose. It's not like it's my roof anyway, now is it?" I emphasize my words, and I can see the gears whirring in his head as he thinks back to our dinner conversation. I take great pride in watching a slight blush dust his cheeks.
He takes a few steps towards me, and my eyes never leave him, even after he sits and turns his attention back to the sky. When it's obvious he's not going to talk, I look back to the stars, no longer seeing them.
"Imsorry!" I hear from somewhere to my right.
"Heh?!" What the hell did he say? I watch him clench his eyes and fists tighter and take a deep breath.
"I'm. . . sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I was a huge ass earlier, and if you never forgive me, I'll totally understand, but please, I-" he pause and looks up, "I'm so sorry."
My eyes search his face for any sign he may be lying or just trying to make me less pissed off so he can continue what happened earlier. My eyes dart from lush lips- which I now know are even softer than they appear, to trace his cheeks, but I stop when something shimmers. I follow the trail and find it leads to those wondrous violet eyes I'd love to lose myself in. I feel myself frown as I-
Yuki-kun's PoV
"You've been crying," he says. It's not a question; he knows. But, was I? My hand goes to my cheek, and it brushes his. I gasp at the shock I get from his skin on mine and pull my hand back into my lap, my eyes following it.
"Why?" he asks. I quickly lose the question as his thumb dances across my cheek. My body ignores all screaming advice and leans into the touch, my eyes fluttering. I try my hardest to pull myself together enough to form just a few words.
"W-Why what?" Well, a couple words are better than nothing. His thumb stops, and I think I whimpered at the loss of friction.
"Why a lot of things," he says, moving his hand to my chin. He gently but firmly lifts my face so I can't escape those fiery orbs. "Why did you come after me? Why did you kiss me? Why did you drop me when Haru showed up? Why were crying? Why'd you come up here? Why did you apologize for coming up here but not for what happened earlier?"
Kyo-kun's PoV
'So many questions.'
And only one answer. . .
'For once we agree.'
"Kyo, I-" My hand jerks him forward to meet my lips. I swear he tastes like, like- Well, not how you'd expect him to taste. He looks all sweet and vanilla-y. But he's so hot and tangy and something that's completely and utterly Yuki. I pull away only when I'm sure that neither of us can breathe.
"And why the hell. . . can't I be mad at you. . . for any of this?" My chest rises quickly, hoping to resettle the airflow.
His lungs seem to be working harder than mine. I watch him closely and see his eyes well up again. He lunges forward into my chest, knocking me backwards. Any air I had accumulated was soon lost as his body settled over mine. In the quiet of the night, all I could hear were three little whispered words.
"I'm sorry, Kyo."
kyu: Wow. That still sucked. –turns to them- Why the hell do you let me write crap like that?
Kyo: Like we have any control over what you write. . .
kyu: -considers, then nods- True. Very true. Yuki-kun, are you okay now?
Yuki: -nods, not letting go of Kyo's waist-
kyu: Comfy?
Yuki: -smiles and nuzzles Kyo's neck- He's like a pillow.
Kyo: Nnngggggggggggnnnnnnnnnnn. . . That tickles.
kyu: -smiling- Aww. . . I'm gonna have to use that somewhere in this piece o' shite. Now, please review. It makes me not so emo and depressed.
