Once upon a time...
Hello, I have a small announcement to make!!
My friend(Hotarulover) and I are making a Samurai Deeper Kyo fanfic together so keep on the look out for that!!
Rating: K
Theme: General
Description: Muramasa must be psychic...
Preference
Kyo slipped his kimono on and tied it shut in a preoccupied manner that said he did this very same thing every morning. He reached behind him and pulled his long hair out from the collar. He frowned slightly when he pulled his hand back and brought it up to his face. Stuck between his pointer and middle fingers was a strand of blond hair.
A shadow of a smile worked its way onto his lips as he flicked his hand around to get the piece of hair off his hand. Her hair always got everywhere and on anything. Annoying to most, and yet, for Kyo, it evoked a slightly nostalgic feeling. He always remembered back to when Muramasa was still alive.
Kyo cocked his head to the side and looked at the bird sitting on the window sill. If he remembered correctly, it was a five years after Muramasa and he had left the Mibu. Muramasa had always told Kyo "Opposites attract." In explanation for the reason he chose the woman he did to marry. Kyo had always given him a look and Muramasa would just laugh and ask him what his preference was.
Kyo had responded with a snarky; "Why would I tell you?" Muramasa would then laugh quietly and mutter something to himself. This conversation occurred many, many times, and the day that Kyo left the house Muramasa pulled him to the side and got real close to whisper in his ear…
"You'll probably marry a blond woman."
He never gave it much thought. Until he actually did marry a blond woman, then he was forced to realize the significance of the fact his master had foretold his womanly preference and be severely creeped out.
Kyo felt Yuya's presence before she entered the room and turned half around to watch the door slide open and Yuya walk in. She was humming quietly to herself and carrying an armful of sunflowers. Kyo felt his face soften as he watched her gold hair slip around her face. She looked up and froze when she saw him. He made sure to knock his expression back into line.
Yuya let out a breath of air and smiled gently at him. "What are you looking at?" she asked throwing her head back and readjusting her hold on the flowers as she tossed the old dead ones out the window he was standing by. Kyo moved over to the side as she bustled around him and placed the flowers into the vase and primped them up a bit. "Well?" she asked again.
Kyo smirked and held up the piece of hair. "Your hair's getting all over my stuff again."
I hate it when hair gets all over my clothes.
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