For those of you who notice this before skipping to the latest chapter, everything's been rewritten for the heck of it. Minor details changed, so there's no real need to reread everything if you don't want to. Love you all!

Rating: T+
Dislaimer: It's not mine. Sorry
Chapter Title: Fixation

--Yuki—

You don't talk to him for a day or so. Every time you saw him it looked like he was brooding over something, looking ready to bite someone's head off if they bugged him. So you let him alone, not wanting to start some huge fight (though the prospect of it turning into something else makes you shiver), and you were planning on leaving him be for another day, but that idea went down the drain the second you woke up this morning.

To start off, it wasn't that bad. Sure, you stubbed your toe walking dazedly to the bathroom, but that wasn't anything new. Later, though, when you found you'd packed the wrong books for school, forgotten lunch money, and got a love letter in your locker asking you to meet (and disappoint) them that afternoon, you figured the rest of the day wouldn't be too good. Towards the end of the day, in the student council room, Nao and Manabe went at it again, Kimi only serving to help fuel their contradicting fires (probably intentionally). You and Machi – thank god for her – managed to get most of the work done through all the noise before chaos ensued. Nao got fed up, left the room with an impressive shove to Manabe's shoulder, and the idiot went stumbling into the desk you had been working at. All the paperwork, still unstapled and loose-leaf, went flying everywhere, leaving the rest of the day at a virtual dead end.

To say the least, you were planning on venting your frustration when you got home.

So, when Haru and Momiji announce on the way out of school that, since they haven't been over in a while, they're going to be accompanying you home, you find yourself drawing a blank while Honda-san asks what they'd like to eat. You've no reason you can give to refuse them, and it would be strange – not to mention rude – of you to just tell them you didn't want them over. With them in the house… you doubt you'll be able to get the cat alone, seeing as how it'd be dangerous since neither Haru or Momiji are known for staying out of others' business.

So you'll wait until they leave. No big deal right?

Right…

--??—

You aren't worried about them, really. It's Yuki and Kyo – you know very well that they can take care of themselves. You haven't heard any signs of damage being done to the house, either, so you know the aren't fighting with one another. It strikes you as a little odd, though, that the two of them would disappear upstairs at the same time, especially when guests are over. The quiet that you encounter at the foot of the stairs seems somehow…off. Out of place, like maybe it shouldn't really be there. Whatever it is, you get the urge to go up the stairs and find out for yourself what strangeness you are sensing. You don't really notice that your footsteps fall quietly almost automatically, and don't think to call out a name or anything to announce your oncoming presence. You didn't think there would be a need.

You pause in your ascent when you hear an angry whisper. Whispers usually meant secrets, right? Curiosity piqued, you follow the instinct to move slowly until the hallway comes into better view, and you are met with the sight of it's two occupants at the end of it. Yuki and Kyo.

Very close to each other…?

At first, it looks like a fight. Kyo certainly has the expression of someone ready to explode, and there's nothing unusual about his close proximity to Yuki. He's got the predictable glare on his face, and you watch as his fist finds a more than usual place gripping the others collar. It does look a bit as if he's holding back, no clenched hand raised in preparation for a punch, but he's been better about fighting recently, so you can't put anything on that.

It's Yuki you notice a…difference to. That bored, exasperated look you're used to seeing on his face is gone, replaced with an aware kind of tone. Haughty. Expectant. It looks to you like he's almost challenging, even, like he's trying to egg Kyo on. His eyes are right on Kyo's, staring into them even when he's forced back into the wall with a muffled thud.

"Don't push me." You hear Kyo whisper angrily – which strikes you as odd. He was always first to yell, and what reasons did he have to whisper anyway?

You watch as they stare each other down, and you have to wonder what it is you're missing here. This isn't a fight. Or at least, it's not a normal one. Only a few little things are off, but you can't help but notice that there is something very different about the air around them. The tension didn't speak of fists about to fly, or words to be shouted. It spoke of…

Then Kyo's hand is shifting, moving to grip Yuki's chin, jerking his head up to –

Your eyes widen. You have to consider the option that maybe you're seeing things. That this isn't really what it looks like, like one of those pictures that show people without limbs or with extra heads when really the picture was just taken at the right angle at the right time. This is Yuki and Kyo. Rat and Cat. Why would they… but you find yourself without many options to consider, especially since you can clearly see everything.

You know it's wrong and invasive, but you watch for a moment. It's outlandish, and it's lifting up some unpleasant emotions in you, but you watch nonetheless. Watch as Yuki's wrist is grabbed and forced onto the wall. Watch as Kyo pushes into him dominantly, Yuki submitting to him without struggle. The images imprint themselves momentarily into your eyes, and you finally look away.

You duck safely out of their view, turning around. You walk down the stairs, mentally pushing all thoughts and pictures from your mind for you to read into later. With that, you walk back into the room with the others, greeting them as you normally do with the bottle of water safely in your hand. You interact with everyone as you normally do, ignoring the somehow casual way Yuki and Kyo return back downstairs, one after the other. At the moment, at least, you would rather this little secret you've found stay a secret.

--Kyo—

It's annoying. Extremely fucking annoying. You don't want to be thinking about this now, of all times. He's not even near you – 3 desks away, 2 in front – and yet you're thinking about him. It's class time. Time to pay attention before you end up getting bad grades and watch the teacher flick her skinny wrists (weaker than his, but not much thinner) across the blackboard. You should be paying attention to the things she's writing, but that would involve you looking up, and at the side of your view would be that stupid, ugly gray hair that you don't want to see.

So, instead, you stare at your desk, following what she's saying with your own version of the blackboard on your paper. This serves a problem too, seeing as how you can't quite focus on her voice what with your mind straying over to your current problem. Glancing up at the board to get back on track only has your peripheral vision picking up on that stupid gray color, and you revert your eyes back to your desk with an uttered swear.

It doesn't help that you're getting strange looks.

You wonder if maybe you should excuse yourself from the room so you can go bash your delusional head into a wall in peace. Or just break something. Anything so that you can get that troubling, strange feeling off your skin.

You have unwillingly become aware of a distinct…hunger; it tends to rise whenever you touch him, making your skin feel hot and bothered. You want to touch him more. To feel some sort of contact that isn't just a casual brush of skin or accidental bump. It's irritating and irrational, but you find yourself unable to get it out of your mind if he's in the immediate area. You can't fight it, and lying to yourself just makes you sound more pathetic that you already are. It would be fine if it was still that strange, implacable prickling, but as it is, you've named it without meaning to.

What's worse, it comes to you at the most inappropriate times – choosing moments when you should be feeling exactly the opposite (or when you're in freaking class) to surface – making your mouth go dry and your fingers itch.

Hell, it's not like he even knows. Yet he can still use it to his advantage. You were pissed at him, weren't you? For trying to start a fight and get you going (you can tell when he tries, though it doesn't affect much seeing as how that just makes you angrier). You were trying to escape from all the noise downstairs. Fuck – the cow and the god damned rabbit were right there, not to mention Tohru and Shigure – and he – well, you don't know exactly what he did, really, but he did something because the next moment it wasn't an argument anymore. Against the wall he went, and he fixed you with that look that was just asking for it – arrogant and challenging. In a split second, that stupid craving took over, and you silenced him in a way only you could.

When class finally ends, you're relieved, if only a little, because your next class isn't with him, and you have a chance to push him to the back of your mind – where he should be.

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