Heyy! So, as always, I quit my last series, but it was fun to write a lil worthless piece lol, was kinda theraputic, hope ya can put up with my insanity lol :P
Keep in mind this is fluff/angst, nothing too mature, just rated T for like...one curse...(im sorryyyyyy), ALSO keep in mind this is Yuki x Kyo, a non-cannonical ship with two boys, leave if that disgusts you or makes you uncomfortable to any level.
Now, storytime, but TW!
Wake up. Get out of bed early. Get dirty dishes in the sink as a fake out. Go to school. First hour. Silence. Second hour. Third hour. Weekly report on oral presentation. Crappy lunch that he pretended to eat. Rest of school. Home. Dinner. Bed. Repeat for the rest of the week.
Tohru Honda's arrival messed with everything. Or maybe it was coming back from the mountains.
As Kyo's paws pattered softly on the cold road, back to the house, these thoughts penetrated his mind. Then there was the continuing problem of Yuki Soma.
He hated the rat, even more than himself. That was what he said inside his head, every day.
As Kyo slowed running, his clothes held uncomfortably in his jaw, tail flicking, he thought it strange that he hated to imagine the mangled body of the rat. To explain, the idea of his own body mangled and destroyed, meeting the same fate as his mother, gave him the most twisted pleasure of all.
Ah. He had reached the house. Kyo sighed. Please don't let anybody be in here, especially not Yu- that damn rat. He should just go back to being Akito's pet.
Kyo nosed the wooden part of the door, managing to slide it open. Unluckily, sitting behind the table, sitting on the carpet, was the object of Kyo's emotion, reading one of Shigure's books. Yuki met eyes with Kyo. It wasn't the look of their usual bickering. This was cold, hard...disgust?
He walked upstairs, going into his room and waiting until he had transformed back, blocking everything else from his mind until he did so.
Once he was human again, he slipped on his outfit. Now that he was a junior, he was allowed to wear whatever he wanted as long as it wasn't 'inappropriate.'
He laid on his bed, reluctantly starting on his homework.
This sucks.
Shut up.
As soon as the first raindrop hit the ground, Kyo knew. A prickle went up and down his spine, followed by...fatigue. Again. So pathetic, yet interesting how a simple rain hit him.
Maybe it was because...
'Monster.'Akito's voice seared through his head. It had been silent for a while, replaced by his own but..
'I shouldn't have touched it so much. I feel filthy...'It was sick of this, he thought. Kyo wanted out. He wanted out so, so badly. But it was funny the way only his smallest desires were ever granted.
Never freedom, never safety...
Too much. It was too much. Why try and live on the outside when by 18 he'd be locked away? It's not like he was needed or wanted, worthless scum. No more important than a smashed ari underfoot.
(A/N: Guys I know it's really weird and crappy, but wanted to say ari = ant.)
'Don't look. Nobody look at my son.'
'You're so cute I have to keep you all to myself, that's the only reason.'
'I love you so much, my son.'
"No, you..you didn't."
Kyo hadn't realized he was clutching to his shirt, fingers digging into his skin. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, hadn't he figured that out a long time ago?
Pull yourself together, idiot.
He wasn't crying, his eyes weren't red..that was better, wasn't it..? No, not really.
Kyo had sat through so long of their unbearable rambling at dinner, and Yuki kept shooting him weird looks.
It was over now, right?
Kyo opened his dresser, and changed into long sleeves. Pretended to sleep and pocketed his knife an hour later, heading into the bathroom, rolling his sleeve up.
'You're so disgusting.'
'Worthless, isn't he?'
'It's all his fault.'
Of course it is. Wouldn't you be happy to know I hate myself? Remember and believe your words? Kyo thought, choking back what would've been a sob.
He pulled himself together and made the first cut. It stung. He shouldn't have the worthless nerve to care.
Kyo wanted to cry, but Yuki would hear, his room being next to the bathroom. It was fine. Just fine. Just fine. He was fine. He was fine, but the fear of Yuki coming in was now starting to surface so violently that he was shaking.
He heard a small, high-pitched click. No..No, no, no...
Rat's footsteps creaked down the hall, and the unlocked doorknob began to turn. Kyo stayed still and silent, sitting in the bathtub with his slashed and bloody wrist. He grabbed hydrogen peroxide as fast as possible and poured it over the wound.
The rat practically ripped the door open, his pupils constricting when he saw Kyo. Kyo froze, not saying a word. It was over. All over. The rat walked towards him, silvery hair and constricted pupils and careful, timid, light tread. Fear.
"K-Kyo?" Was the only thing Kyo could hear from the rat.
"Go. This isn't your business and you know it, rat." Kyo saw the rat bristle at the nickname. That was all Kyo ever called him, but it angered him beyond reason, and he also seemed...scared.
"Idiot, shut up! You're bleeding right in front of me, and you think this isn't my business?!"
"Hell no. You shouldn't even care. You're the one who fights me, and always says you're better, you just sail along by while I'm drowning, constantly taunting me with this illusion of you caring, but it's only ever been bait, to be pulled away at the last minute!"
The rat's fists clenched. "Goddamnit, I do care! I wouldn't even be in here if I didn't! It's not bait!"
"For all I know, you were just curious, as to who would be up this late. There's no good reason for you to care."
The rat's expression clenched. "Why do you assume I'm terrible all the time?!"
"Shut up. Just shut up. I already know I'm worthless and pathetic, I'm sick of you telling it to me with your fists over and over." Kyo shook himself, trying not to cry. Stupid.
The rat seemed shocked at the last part. "I...You really think everything I say when I'm mad is true?"
"No, I- It's okay." It sounded more like a question than a response, but he seemed focused on the bleeding. "Could I see your wrist..?" He said, in a soft, nervous way. Kyo held his wrist in the rat's general direction.
Yu- The rat examined it with a gentleness that sent not butterflies, but hurricanes through Kyo's stomach, then softly spoke, saying, "Did you...pour hydrogen peroxide on yourself?"
"On the cut, yeah."
The rat bit his lip, seeming to wonder how Kyo was so...casual. "O-on the cut, yeah." Kyo sighed, trying to explain. "It was the first of what was going to be a few, so it's pretty shallow." The rat carefully put his hand over Kyo's slashed wrist. "...How many?" He took a second to answer the rat. "About three, if I had self-restraint."
"What made you..stop?" The rat asked, a hint of fear in his voice.
"You walked into the room." The rat's heart seemed to drop. "You only stopped...because I walked in?" For some reason, Kyo suddenly felt an immense guilt, but a longing to live at least a little longer. "Sorry, Yuki..." He said, calling him by name for the first time in a year, which stirred emotions it shouldn't have. Yuki seemed to feel the same way apon hearing the way Kyo said his name. "I- It's okay, Kyo. I...I don't want to lose you." And Kyo found himself mentally unable to leave Yuki.
Despite the night a few weeks ago, bickering had become common among Yuki and Kyo, as before, they were just able to be in the same room without yelling. Yuki was reading to drown out the noise of the rain, and Kyo was curled up on the end of his bed, fatigued, as he usually was during storms.
Out of the corner of his eye, Yuki stole a glance at Kyo. He looked tired and slightly pale. Yuki and Kyo made eye contact for a second, as Kyo was sneaking a glance for an entirely different reason.
"Hey...Kyo?"
"..What?" The orange-haired boy responded, his crimson eyes glinting. "You look sluggish, and are acting it too. Is something wrong..?" Kyo sighed, rolling his eyes a bit. "Rainy days get me like this."
Yuki raised an eyebrow. "Really? That tired, just for a rainy day?" Kyo wouldn't meet Yuki's eyes for a second. "The curse. The cat spirit inside of me and the rat in you. Cats get like this on rainy days, so do I."
"Right. But how tired are you, exactly?"
"About as much as a light fever. Doesn't feel good, but I'm...okay." Yuki sighed. "You can at least sit up, right?"
Kyo stood up, walked across the room, and back. "See? When you have a light fever, you can still walk around and feel almost normal, you're just hit with random sleepiness, that's about the level it is. Ohh yeah, also, if it rains for more than an hour, keep in mind I get suuuperrr clingy."
For a second, Yuki was impressed, then he got nervous at the clingy part. "W-wait. Clingy how so?" Kyo rolled his eyes, to Yuki's utter bafflement, then answered. "I tend to follow anyone I don't hate around, like, a *lot*, and once or twice I did actually continuously hold onto the back of someone's sleeve softly as I followed them, it took me like an hour to let go."
Yuki felt his face heating up at that, and he muttered, "The forecast said it might last a few days, possibly forming another typhoon...So you might be following me around for the next few days, right...?" He said, feeling flustered for a few reasons.
"Maybe."
"And that is anyone you don't outright hate?"
"Pretty much."
"So, anyone in our house, including me..?"
"Mainly you, you're...interesting, to be honest.* Kyo said, a small, unsuspected smile ghosting on his lips. Yuki blushed, trying to seem normal. "I-interesting? What do you mean by interesting?"
"Exactly what I said." The red copper-haired boy breathed softly, gently holding onto Yuki's hand, sending a cascade of butterflies through both their stomachs.
Hours later, his head was on Yuki's lap, as Yuki watched the rain fall in a pattering way, Kyo slept soundly, still feeling the comfort of Yuki's touch.
Hey! That was cut a lil short, hope ya don't mind lol just lost motivation.