Title: Million Little Pieces

Author: Keir

Rating: R overall, for swearing, violence, and sexual situations

The Gist of Things: Haru has taken things too far with Kyou; he wants to talk with his cousin, but the other avoids him. What does Haru want, and where does Yuki fit in to the picture?

A/N: This will not be a oneshot now. . I'm a liar. I thought about continuing it, but X-Factor-Glory's review made me want to write more. :D So this story is now dedicated to her. I also have no clue how I want this to turn out. HaruxKyou? YukixKyou? Haru and Yuki both do Kyou? XD No clue. It'll be fun.

Kyou felt sluggish, his eyes drooping as he wandered into the kitchen; it was drizzling outside as it had been all morning. The rain always had a way of making him feel horrible whether it was aching joints or inattentive daydreaming.

He sneezed and -POOF!- an orange cat crawled out from plaid pajama bottoms, his fur bristling in irritation. Kyou leaped up onto the counter, then on top of the fridge. The Cat part of himself purred as the heat vent warmed his fur; he curled up next to it.

Kyou didn't feel well in spirit, either. Ever since...since Hatsuharu had done that to him. He had tried everything to avoid his younger cousin; he'd even ducked into the girl's bathroom to avoid the ox and Uotani had laid into him for that. At least the detention he'd received was enough to avoid his lingering cousin after school for two weeks. His orange tail lashed back and forth. For that matter, why did the ox want to confront him about it? That stupid pervert, chasing him all over school, trying to corner him at home. What, did he want to rub his victory in Kyou's face? The orange tail flicked violently.

The back door flew open with a brisk breeze from outside and his whiskers twitched. "We're home!" Tohru called cheerfully, bustling inside out of the cold and wet, Yuki following close behind. Kyou leaped gracefully to the kitchen floor, then up onto the table as Tohru laid down grocery bags. "I bought extra food for dinner tonight," she said, her cheeks rosy as she hummed and scuttled about the room.

The cat went to peer into a bag when a hand suddenly shoved him off the table. He quickly twisted and landed on all four feet. "What was that for!" he yelled at Yuki.

"You're disgusting, getting on the table in animal form," the mouse replied. "Who knows where your paws have been?"

Kyou sneered but stayed quiet, watching Tohru bustle about the kitchen. "Now where did I put the rice...?"

"I believe I have it in my bag, Tohru," said a low voice.

The cat jumped, the hair along his back standing straight up. "You!"

A dripping Hatsuharu stood in the doorway, removing his raincoat and galoshes. "Forgive me; I was looking for Kyou on the roof, but I see that he's here."

"Oh, thank you, Hatsuharu!" Tohru smiled, continuing her dinner preparations.

"What are you doing here?" spat Kyou.

"I came for dinner at Tohru's invitation." The ox's face was passive, his eyes staying on Kyou.

Yuki interrupted before the cat could yell something else. "Ugh, Kyou, you could at least pick up after yourself." He held out the pajama bottoms in distaste.

The cat opened his mouth to retort, but -POOF!- He blushed scarlet, grabbing for the pants from the person he had secretly thought about; Hatsuharu's eyes narrowed, knowing what Kyou was thinking. Yuki blinked, his glance shifting between the two before the orange-haired boy bolted. "I think I'm going to go make sure Kyou is okay," murmured the ox. Yuki and he shared a brief look before the younger boy sauntered upstairs. The rat had an uneasy feeling about that look, but he stayed to downstairs to help Tohru unpack the rest of the groceries.

But he resolved to himself that when he was finished helping he would go upstairs and check on Kyou himself.

Meanwhile, Hatsuharu stood outside Kyou's door. He licked his lips then let himself in to find his older cousin curled up on his bed, his breathing deep. The ox thought he might be asleep when those burnished copper eyes slitted open. "Get out," the cat hissed.

"I just wanted to talk," the black and white-haired boy replied, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"I know what you want, you asshole." The cat stood, swaying almost drunkenly. "Get out."

Hatsuharu shrugged and walked toward Kyou. The cat snarled and took a swing at him, but he easily grabbed the offending arm. He shoved Kyou against the wall, the other's wrist still in his grasp. The orange-haired boy's cheeks were flushed pink and his breathing shallow. "Kyou-chan, you have a fever," he murmured, staring at those rosy lips.

"Get out or I'll yell," Kyou snarled, staring up at his taller cousin. When did Haru get so tall? Damn growth spurts, he thought.

Hatsuharu smirked. "You wouldn't dare. You wouldn't want Yuki to find you like this." The cat looked away, a scowl on his face. The ox ran his fingertips over a cheek. "I want you, Kyou-chan."

"You mean you want to rape me again." Kyou's eyes blazed with anger. "Go ahead, fat cow; I'm weak and sick. You'll have no problem mauling me."

Hatsuharu sighed. "You make things difficult, kitten."

"Don't call me ki—!" The orange-haired boy was silenced by soft lips on his; he feebly pushed at Hatsuharu with his free hand. The younger boy's tongue was in his mouth and it was so hard to breathe when his chest felt so heavy, but it felt so good. Why am I not biting him? Bite him, agh! What is wrong with me? Hatsuharu's free hand curled into his hair gently, his thumb stroking Kyou's cheekbone. The cat tried to break away, but he had nowhere to go to and his knees felt weak as he gasped against the kisses.

The door slammed open and Kyou cringed back, falling on his butt as his younger cousin released him. Yuki strode in, grabbing Hatsuharu by the jacket and hauling him out of Kyou's room and across the hall into his own. The rat slammed the door with a glare. "What do you think you're doing?"

"My, my...eavesdropping, Yuki? Who would have thought it of you?" the ox asked with a blank face.

"I'm running out of patience, Haru." Yuki shoved the younger boy's shoulder, pushing him against the desk.

"I'm just making the moves you refused to make. It's already been quite satisfying." He smirked, his Black side taking over.

A dangerous gleam was in Yuki's eyes. "You knew I..."

"Knew you wanted to fuck him?" Black Haru asked.

"Yes, but I..."

"You know it really does feel great."

"What does?"

"Fucking him." Black Haru groped the front of his leather pants and laughed.

Yuki looked as if he had been slapped. "You...you and he...?"

The ox smirked, leaning back against the desk, running a hand up his shirt. "Just once, though. I think he was a virgin."

The rat clenched his fists, his voice gone soft with anger. "You knew I wanted him first." The ox opened his mouth to reply when the door crashed inward.

Kyou was furious. He was beyond furious. Both of those assholes had just wanted to...to... He bared his teeth and went in swinging. First he aimed for Yuki, the rational part of his brain telling him the grey-haired boy should be his first target, taking advantage of the surprise and making him less likely to block. His fist sloppily connected with the rat's mouth.

Hatsuharu had regained his White side and a bit of his composure, moving forward. "Kyou, I—" Kyou's fist met his mark where his punch had been a bit off with Yuki. His blow landed on the ox's eye. He pulled back, eyes full of anger and cheeks flushed red. Both boys stared at him, nursing their wounds. "You assholes stay away from me," he hissed. Then he was running, out of the house and into the rain.