Title: Million Little Pieces

Author: Keir

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

The Gist of Things: Yuki and Kyou's first date.

A/N: Yuki is naughty, haha. :3 But not as naughty as Haru; nobody can be as bad as that big perv. XD

Kyou twitched, feeling Yuki's eyes on the back of his head. Again. The rat kept giving him that speculative look as if he could will the details of his date with Hatsuharu out of his mouth. The ox had insisted on coming over Tuesday and the three of them had sat around, Kyou unwilling to suggest any sort of activity, Yuki and Haru staring at each other placidly, and Shigure braying with laughter every time he passed between his office and the kitchen.

He was grateful for the end of class when the final bells sounded, but before he could even gather his bag and stand, Uotani's foot slammed against the top of his desk. "Don't forget practice today, Orangey." She laughed and left with Hanajima, ushering Tohru outside as the girl protested her treatment of Kyou. He bristled and slung his bag over his shoulder as Yuki came up next to him, silent but violet eyes piercing. Kyou rolled his shoulders and stepped outside of the classroom to find Hatsuharu leaning against the wall. Those lazy chocolate eyes rose to lock onto the cat.

"How the hell do you get here so fast? Your classroom is downstairs," Kyou asked sullenly, mood turned sour by the blond Yankee.

Hatsuharu shrugged. "A mystery..."

"Is that your answer for everything?" the orange-haired boy growled.

"Haru obviously enjoys being delinquent," Yuki said with disdain, but the ox just shrugged, his face calm and mellow.

Kyou rolled his shoulders again, walking slowly as if going to his doom, stuck between the rat and the ox again. At the bottom of the stairs he turned away from the shoe lockers and front door, heading toward the gymnasium.

"Where are we going, Kyou?" Yuki asked.

"We are not going anywhere. I am going to practice." The cat turned on them with a scowl. "Go home."

Yuki made no protest to the aggressive demand, simply touching his hand lightly to the small of Kyou's back. Hatsuharu raised a brow but made no moves on the cat, following in Yuki's trail as he was so used to doing. The cat breathed a sigh of relief until he opened the gym door and stepped inside.

"Senpai!"

The cat cringed as the younger boy trotted up to him in gym clothes. "We were worried you weren't going to show up again. You are the lead dancer, after all."

Kyou scowled at being called a dancer, the tic going off in his cheek; he was going to destroy Uotani.The other boy stopped, smile faltering. "Who are you? How do you know who I am?" the cat demanded.

"A-ah, I'm Keisuke. Keisuke Masahiro, class 2-B. Forgive me," he said politely, "but everyone knows the Sohmas. All the girls talk about senpai, Hatsuharu and 'Prince' Yuki."

The cat blinked; girls talked about him? More importantly, what the hell did they say about him? It's not like he talked to any of them. He knew exactly what Hatsuharu would say about it as Black Haru's impassioned speech passed through his thoughts. The ox would do something stupid like claim they were boyfriends in public, or worse yet he would kiss Kyou. His mind carried him off to a world where both Haru and Yuki were kissing him in front of the student body...

"Senpai?" The orange-haired boy startled. Keisuke looked concerned. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," Kyou said hoarsely, clearing his throat. "I've just been sick lately."

"Well, we should go get started; everyone's waiting!"

"Ah, I think I'm going to sit out today. I still don't feel well," the cat explained lamely.

"But you're our leader," Keisuke explained as if it had some meaning to the cat.

Kyou shifted uncomfortably. "I'll stay and watch, I guess. Just to get a feel for it before I start doing it, you know?" The cat nervously parted with his younger classmate, his jaw tensing as he felt the boy's stare on his back. He spent time watching the students go through the motions; none of them were seniors like Kyou and he had a hard enough time just keeping track of the people in his class, let alone the people beneath him. Yuki would know all of their names, of course. He fidgeted restlessly until he couldn't take it any longer. Shooting to his feet, he strode like a tiger onto the floor. "You!" he snapped at one of the boys.

"Umm...m-me?"

"I don't know any names," Kyou growled. "Your form is horrible. And you," he continued, whirling on someone else. "Your technique sucks."

"Uh, Kyou-senpai..." Keisuke tried to cut in, making placating gestures, but Kyou waved him off.

"Here, like this." The targeted boy tried to shy away but the surly cat was faster. He grasped the other's arm and brought it up, moving it sideways, setting the wrist just so. "Like this. Feel the difference? You were too sloppy before; keep your arm straight out, not dipping all over the place." He looked at the other boys, all eyes around him wide.

One boy broke the silence."Wow, senpai. With your help, we'll really show them at the festival!" They all erupted in cheers and excited comments. "We'll do the best So-Ran Bushi this school has ever seen!"

Kyou suddenly became nervous at the praise. "It's not a big deal. It's just like a kata," he snapped. Finding himself the center of positive attention was unfamiliar to Kyou and the rest of the practice session was slightly uncomfortable as everyone demanded his attention for correction to their dance.

He walked home alone near sunset, brain aching from extended time socializing. Toeing off his shoes, he threw his bag on the floor carelessly. The house seemed strangely dim and quiet. "I'm back!" he called out, wandering past Shigure's office and into the center of the house to head upstairs. He stopped.

Candles flickered on the dining table, a fresh picking of plants from Yuki's garden standing in a vase at the center. Yuki came out of the kitchen carrying a couple bowls and smiled. "You're home." He set the dishes down. "I thought for our date we could eat in since you had a busy afternoon. If you'd like to get changed, dinner's almost ready."

Kyou nodded, speechless, and headed up to his room. He became annoyed as he deliberated over what to wear. Yuki always looked so put-together without even trying; he growled in frustration and threw on his simple black t-shirt and khaki cargo pants. If they weren't going out he didn't have to dress all fussy, right?

When he came downstairs, Yuki was waiting for him with food laid out on the table. He hesitated, wondering where he should sit, when the grey-haired boy patted the seat to his right. Kyou sat, feeling entirely too close, and what if someone came home and saw them sharing a romantic meal?

"Don't worry, I politely asked Shigure to spend time elsewhere and Honda-san is spending the night at Hanajima-san's."

Kyou stared; it was as if Yuki had read his mind. "A-ah...Thank you for the food." He nervously reached out and began serving himself, unsure if he was being rude going first, but Yuki sat serenely. Kyou sipped his tea as Yuki served himself and was surprised at just how good the warm drink coursing through his body felt. He hadn't even realized he was cold. His muscles began to relax and colour came to his cheeks.

The cat found himself staring at Yuki as the other boy ate. The rat was all smooth, precise movements and Kyou was transfixed by pale pink lips parted slightly to receive food.

Yuki paused, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. "Kyou? Are you all right?"

"Ah...you just eat food gracefully," the cat blurted then cursed himself.

The rat smiled at the orange-haired boy's grumpy blush. "Thank you. I've often admired your passion for the martial arts. I wish sometimes that I could put at least half the heart you do into something."

Kyou played with his chopsticks, unsure how to accept the compliment. "What about your garden?"

"Hmm." The rat tapped his chopsticks against his lips. "I suppose I've always thought it was only a soothing hobby, but I do put a lot of time and effort into it." He smiled at the cat, a smile with meaning unlike the one he gave his sycophants at the school. "How was your practice today?"

Kyou scowled, stabbed his chopsticks into his noodles. "They're all hopeless."

"Surely it can't be that bad; second-year Keisuke from the swim team is with you, and a couple first-years like Yamada and Sanaka are promising enough on the kendo team."

A tic went off under Kyou's eye; he was right that Yuki would know everyone. "Well they're still hopeless. They flail everywhere and I have to correct them all the time. How can I be expected to get them in shape in a few weeks?" At Yuki's amused smile the cat growled and shoveled food into his mouth. Just when the rat was about to say something soothing, Kyou blurted out, "They give me this look. All the time. It's like how people look at you. How can you stand it?"

Yuki sucked in a breath, taken aback by the intensity in crimson eyes. A rat caught in a hunting cat's stare he thought, amused. "People look up to me as leader of the student council." He shrugged. "Sometimes it's hard, being aloof, but we can never forget we're Sohmas."

Kyou was riled now. "They call me 'senpai'!" Yuki laughed, making the cat growl. "Nobody calls me 'senpai', it's stupid."

"They look up to you," the grey-haired boy said mildly, sipping tea.

The cat gave his companion a disgruntled look. "What the hell would they look up to me for? I don't even like them."

A grey brow quirked. "I suppose they think you are the essential rebel; you're cool and distant and you always speak your mind. It doesn't hurt that all the girls think you're cute, therefore all the guys want to be like you. Honestly, Kyou, it's like you don't even attend our school, you're so oblivious to the attention. Though I do suppose that's part of what makes you attractive to everyone..." Yuki smiled thoughtfully. "Including me." The cat blushed, looking down into his bowl. He blinked in surprise as the rat reached over, grasping his hand that held his chopsticks, and guided a piece of sushi to his mouth. The cat watched, stunned, as Yuki delicately took the food, licking his lips with a small smile. "Not the best I could have done as far as cooking goes, but I like to think I'm getting better. Here, try this one." The rat selected a piece of sushi from the platter and moved it to Kyou's lips.

The cat blushed then took the offered food, awkward under Yuki's intent eyes. He fumbled another piece of sushi, offering it to the grey-haired boy, watching as that delicate pale throat moved as Yuki swallowed.

But Yuki could only stand it for so long, mildly annoyed and amused that Kyou wouldn't make a move on him. He accidentally dropped a piece into the cat's lap, making as if to pick it up; instead his hand came to rest on the cat's thigh. "Kyou..." He leaned over, lips capturing Kyou's, which tasted strongly of the salty soy sauce the other enjoyed so much. He broke the kiss, pulling Kyou to his feet and toward the stairs. "Let's go to your room."

Kyou followed nervously. As soon as they had entered his room, Yuki's lips had fallen on his again, pale arms guiding him to lay on the bed. He gasped for breath, unable to keep from moaning as the grey-haired boy's body came to lay on top of his own. The movement of another warm, lust-driven body against him was almost too much to deal with at once as Yuki plundered his mouth, fingers creeping up under his shirt. Kyou arched as he felt the rat's hardness against his thigh, alternately making Yuki groan as the cat's movement stimulated him.

Yuki's fingers began undoing his own shirt. Discarding it, he roughly brought Kyou's over his head, orange hair laying messily against the bedspread. His fingers traveled downward quickly, questing for the erection tenting cargo pants.

"Yuki! Stop!" Kyou's face flushed red, his breathing hard.

"Are you all right, Kyou? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't. I...I'm just...I'm not ready for that yet."

A moment of disappointment crossed Yuki's face before he smoothed it away with a smile. "It's all right, but..." He leaned over to murmur in the cat's ear. "Do you think we could sleep together? Just to cuddle, Kyou, I promise. I won't do anything untoward."

The cat almost growled at the tease in Yuki's voice, but he finally nodded ascent, watching as Yuki undid his trousers and he followed suit with his own pants. The rat crawled under the covers, eyes moving across Kyou's body as the cat went to turn off the light and lock the door. He slid into bed beside the rat and Yuki wrapped an arm around Kyou, pressing his cooler skin against the heat radiating off the other. "Goodnight, Kyou." Yuki's voice rumbled against his sensitive skin and the cat wondered how he was ever going to get to sleep with Yuki laying half-naked beside him.

Despite this thought, he found himself slowly drifting off, noting just before sleep that he could still smell both Hatsuharu and Yuki in his room.

A/N: So on Monday/Tuesday I started writing the man!AkitoxKyou fic I have had stuck in my head for weeks now (it's like all rape and depressing, etc), and now I'm stuck on how to end it (even though I'm only maybe halfway done with it). Arrrrghhhh, and I can't get it out of my brain, either. D:

I should write Halloween smut. X3 HaruxYukixKyou smut that pretty much has nothing to do w/ the holiday. The holiday itself is an excuse to indulge. (It's my favourite holiday! X3) Ohmigod, I should write it while eating those awesome little candy pumpkins. .

Also...I had the most FABULOUS dream the other night where Kyou and Haru were Dee and Ryo (respectively) from FAKE, although Haru was trying to get into Kyou's pants. Also, Carole and Bikky were Kisa and Hiro. XD Homg. I woke up so happy