[FB] A Little Stress Relief - chapter 5
[A Little Stress Relief]
[A Kyo/Yuki Fruits Basket fic]
[R to NC-17]
[Table of Contents]
Warnings: boy x boy, explicit content, incest (of a sort)
Disclaimer: I don't own and never will own the rights to Fruits Basket; I write not for profit but only to entertain my personal muses. Oh, and ANIMEVERSE.
Notes: Previously posted on Fanfiction.net, but it was removed due to content. Also seen at Kyouke. If you wish to archive, feel free. Just let me know. :D
Feedback would be great~
A LITTLE STRESS RELIEF
by Ryuuza/meitachi
/ chapter 5 nanika ga aru to shinjiteitai /
They were back in school the next day and in such a familiar environment, it was all the more unnerving to feel the unease that had been plaguing him since the previous night. Yuki, being Yuki, handled being at odds better than Kyo did. It could be argued that he was just more comfortable living in denial, as he’d had more practice, but suffice to say he managed a good show and none of his classmates noticed any crack in his calm and collected façade. Kyo, on the other hand, was more flustered than usual. The number of times he started, blushed, tripped, and snapped at people that morning threatened to outnumber all the occurrences of the past week.
Still, as someone wise and deceased once said, appearances can be deceiving.
Yuki was nearly as unsettled as Kyo was, if not more.
During break, Yuki, who was valiantly trying to ignore the doubts assailing his mind, focused instead, rather unwisely, on his cousin, the cause of said doubts. The redhead, usually seated in front of him, had migrated to a friend’s desk by the window and was surrounded by a group of guys, all laughing and joking and teasing Kyo for his recent klutziness. A few girls hung around the edges of the group, wanting to join in but warded off by previous encounters with vicious crimson glares.
“It was so much fun,” Tohru was saying enthusiastically, beaming. "Okaasan loved taking me on picnics!”
Uotani smiled at her indulgently.
“We should have a picnic!” Tohru exclaimed, clapping her hands. She looked around at her friends, circled around Yuki’s desk, much to the envy of their classmates (namely, Yuki’s fan club). “What do you think?” She thought it’d be a lot of fun and maybe, she perked up at the thought, it could be her way of thanking all the Soumas for her party! She knew they all enjoyed a good meal.
“Why not,” said Uo.
One of the boys, Watase Hiroshi, tall and blonde, made a laughing comment and ruffled Kyo’s hair as he turned bright red.
Yuki frowned. He’d never liked the boy.
“It sounds nice,” Hanajima said in her quiet voice, tying ribbons in Tohru’s hair. Tohru smiled brightly and looked to Yuki.
“What do you think, Yuki-kun?” she asked.
Someone else was speaking now, and Kyo’s attention was diverted to him. Hiroko laid a hand on Kyo’s shoulder and leaned in, saying something, and was rewarded with a vermilion glance.
What do you think you’re doing, Watase? There’s no need to be grabby.
Tohru started at the sudden frown on the pale-haired Souma’s face. “Yuki-kun?” she asked tentatively.
Yuki turned and stared blankly at her.
Oh my God, he thought, I’m going insane.
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It was a few minutes before lunch when Kyo first started to suspect that things had changed and not necessarily for the better. Over the past few months, he’d gotten used to noticing his cousin-the way he walked, the slender line of his throat, the shape of his lips as he spoke. It’d become second nature to notice these things ever since they’d started this ridiculous…whatever-it-was. Because, he rationalized to himself, he knew how that pale throat tasted now and knew what those lips felt like on every part of his body…
It was just physical attraction, lust, that made him aware of these things.
Though, if he was completely honest with himself, he had to admit that he’d noticed these little things even before. Even when he’d hated-no, he still hated the damned rat, he corrected himself-even before they’d started using each other to relieve stress, he’d noticed things like the sound of Yuki’s voice when he was angry, the way he blinked when he was surprised, the way those long fingers were always so quick and deft in whatever they were doing…
He could write if off, he supposed, as obsession. Because he’d spent his entire life, or what felt like it, hating the boy, hating everything he was and stood for and could ever be, and he’d centered his world around him. Souma Yuki. His cousin, his enemy, his obsession. Kyo’d wanted nothing more than to defeat him. And in order to do that, he had to know him, had to be able to predict his moves and counter them. Clearly, that was all there was to it.
It was perfectly justifiable.
But now… Kyo didn’t know what to think when the teacher called Yuki up to the board to demonstrate a difficult math concept, and Kyo noticed not just the way the rat bit his lip thoughtfully, but that there was an accompanying flash of anxiety in his eyes. Uncertainty. Doubt. Nervousness.
After a few moments’ consideration, Yuki solved the problem correctly. As he returned to his seat, he passed Kyo, who gathered about him his scattered thoughts and haphazard emotions, and glared at the violet-eyed Souma. As usual, the other boy ignored him and sat down.
Kyo only paid half an ear to the teacher's explanation of the problem, telling himself that he had only noticed the uncertainty because it was a sign of weakness and he had been trained to spot any weakness he could, especially in an enemy.
He ignored the unwarranted but not unprecedented rush of sympathy that had come with this notice.
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“They’re angsting quite a bit, don’t you think?” remarked Uo as she poked at the tempura in her lunch.
Hanajima didn’t look up from scrutinizing her bento. “That’s what pretty boys do best.” She followed her friend’s example and poked dubiously at her lunch with her chopsticks. “Is that a sea cucumber?”
Uo leaned over to look. “Yep.” She deftly picked up the shrimp and deposited it in her mouth, settling back in her seat. As she chewed, she tilted her head slightly and ran her gaze across the lunching classroom, coming to a rest at Kyo’s desk where Tohru was conscientiously asking the Souma cousins if they liked the lunch she’d prepared. From the smile on Souma-kun’s face and the blush on Kyo’s sullen face, they did indeed. “Does Tohru-kun have to work today?”
“Yes.” Hanajima gave up on her lunch and instead amused herself by sending out poison waves at the girls who were glaring venomously in Tohru’s direction. “Do you want to go shopping after school?”
“Sure, you can buy me a drink.” The blonde smirked. “You still owe me from that last bet.”
“I know.”
Making short work of her lunch, Uotani said between bites, “I’m really surprised at you, Hana. How could you have bet that Orangey was straight? You should know by now that nobody can resist Prince Charming.” Her grin was sudden, bright and sharp. “Souma Yuki always gets what he wants.”
“Ah, but the question in my mind was whether or not he wanted Kyo.” Hanajima smiled eerily, her eyes dark and blank.
Uo slapped her chopsticks down on the desk beside her lunch, finished, and exclaimed, “Hana, stop harassing those poor fools and pay attention.” She shot a contempt-filled look over at the twits down the row, all of them jittery and nerve-wracked. She’d have her turn later, for sure, because frightening clueless idiots was quite a sport, but right now she had something else in mind. “I have another bet.”
Reluctantly, Hanajima desisted and turned to face the yankee. Her expression was questioning.
“Who do you think is going to cave in first?” Uo pulled out her deck of cards and slipped them from the box. She shuffled them and raised an eyebrow at her friend.
“Yuki,” Hanajima said, pushing her box lunch out of the way. “He’s used to getting what he wants and he’ll do whatever necessary to ensure that.” She took the cards Uo dealt her.
Uotani grinned. “Kyo,” she predicted certainly. “Orangey’ll go mad. He’s already confused. Can’t last more than a couple of weeks, tops.” She laid three cards face down. “Three threes.”
The other girl examined her cards. “What’s on the line?” She laid two cards on top of Uo’s. “Two fours.”
“Lunch. Two fives.”
Hanajima nodded. “B.S.”
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Yuki was seriously considering whether or not Honda-san had put something in his lunch. Because, however delicious it was, he was now thinking completely insane thoughts…and it was easy to blame the innocent bento. Evil, evil bento, he thought to himself, and shook his head. Kami, he really was cracking.
Why else would he be thinking about Kyo as he copied down notes from the board? Why would he be wondering what it would be like if he and Kyo had an actual relationship? If they didn’t have to hide anymore, to lie, to pretend that it was all for stress relief-
What am I thinking? Yuki was appalled with himself. They weren’t pretending that their relationship-whatever-it-was was only stress relief; it was only stress relief. A simple matter of fact.
But that didn’t deter his mind, his crazy fantasies, from imagining what it’d be like if he and Kyo didn’t hate each other (which would never happen, of course), if they could be friends, be more, and the touches could be open and the embraces could be more frequent…
“Let’s go.” Kyo tugged his hand and Yuki followed him out into the hall, blushing faintly the catcalls and laughter from their classmates.
Kyo was eating lunch and grumbling about the upcoming exams. Yuki came up behind him and rested his chin on his cousin’s shoulder. “Do you want me to help you study?” he asked with a smile, sliding his arms around the other boy.
“Mommy, Mommy,” the little girl cried, tugging on her mother’s hand. She stared openly at the two boys kissing on the public park bench. “Mommy! What’re they doing?”
Shigure stood in the open doorway and looked at the flushed faces of the two boys he’d walked in on, both who were entangled on the floor, breathing harsh and clothing disheveled. He clapped a hand to his face and sighed dramatically, “Ah, youthful indiscretions! Aya would be so proud!”
“Here.” Kyo thrust the ice cream cone at his cousin, face a brilliant shade of crimson, as Tohru exclaimed loudly how sweet he was to treat Yuki. His embarrassment eased a little when Yuki gave him a small, grateful smile, and he even managed to ignore Uo’s comment on how it would’ve been sweeter if they’d just shared one cone.
They were alone on the roof, sitting side by side in the silence and just watching the sky. Yuki finally scooted closer and laid his head on Kyo’s shoulder. No words were exchanged and after a brief glance at the silver haired boy, Kyo slid an arm around Yuki. They continued to gaze out at the world.
Yuki jerked out of his thoughts when the teacher called Kyo’s name sharply. His cousin jerked, knocking his pencil to the floor, much to half the class’s amusement. As the cat scrambled to pick it up and direct an impressive glare that the youthful teacher currently smirking at him, Yuki drew in a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart. All those fantasies...they were nothing short of preposterous.
Fantasies were all they were. Yuki didn’t really want a relationship with the baka neko. What they had was fine. It worked. Like he’d told himself last night, no thinking was required.
Doubts still niggled at him.
That last daydream had struck a chord in him though…and it resonated through the depths of his mind.
But it was futile to wish stupid things because they could never be.
…could they?
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That night, the cat and the rat studiously avoided each other. Yuki retired to his room to study and Kyo did the same. For a while. Then he escaped up to the roof, his solace, and lay there, staring at the sky and trying his best not to think. Tohru spent a little time ironing clothes and after folding them neatly and placing them in front of their owners’ respective rooms, she went downstairs to the kitchen to cook. Shigure, meanwhile, was having quite a ball torturing his editor again.
“Sennnseeiiiiii,” the poor woman wailed on the answering machine. “Please give me your manuscript!!”
Shigure grinned and went to the kitchen to see what Tohru was making for dinner.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again. “Pleeeeaaaaassse!” came other moaned message.
“Just pick up Shigure!” Yuki shouted irritably from his room. “I’m trying to study!”
The phone rang again. Pouting over “Yuki-kun’s lack of sympathy for an artist’s delicate sensibilities,” Shigure reluctantly answered. "'Lo?” He listened a moment then smiled broadly. “Oh my darling Yuki-kun,” he sang sweetly, “it’s for you!”
“Who is it?” came the reply from upstairs.
“Your lover!”
Yuki hurried down the stairs and snatched the phone from a maniacally grinning Shigure. He glared at his older cousin. “Don’t be stupid. Hello?” he said into the phone. His eyes widened slightly. “Oh, Haru,” he said, surprised.
Shigure swooned nearby. “Your lover has called!” he cried, clasping his hands like an excited fangirl.
Turning his back to the dog, Yuki listened as Hatsuharu apologized for Black Haru’s behavior the night before. “I really didn’t mean to make things difficult for you,” the younger boy said repentantly. “I tried looking for you at school today but you weren’t in the halls during lunch.”
No, he’d been too busy fantasizing about his other cousin…of the flame-haired, red-eyed, cat variety. Yuki coughed. “That’s fine, Haru,” he reassured in his best calm, neutral, not-fantasizing-about-Kyo tones. “I don’t hold you responsible for what you do as Black Haru. Besides, no real harm was caused.” Except that Kyo had gotten oddly possessive and now Yuki was thinking far too much than was healthy. He frowned.
“Ah, that’s good. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
Yuki made a polite sound of agreement and hung up. Shigure was standing expectantly behind him, beaming. “So what did Haru say?” He batted his lashes. “I looooove you, my darling, let’s kiss and make up!” He chortled behind his hand.
Tohru was shocked and faintly appalled when she hurried from the kitchen at the crash and found Shigure-san groaning from amidst a pile of what used to be the screen door. He looked incongruently happy about the situation though.
“I knew it was Kyo and not Haru!” he exclaimed. Then he winced and rubbed his side. “Ow,” he complained pitifully.
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| okaasan - mom | baka neko - stupid cat |
Chapter title "nanika ga aru to shinjiteitai" translates tentatively to "I want to believe something is there."
[A Kyo/Yuki Fruits Basket fic]
[R to NC-17]
[Table of Contents]
Warnings: boy x boy, explicit content, incest (of a sort)
Disclaimer: I don't own and never will own the rights to Fruits Basket; I write not for profit but only to entertain my personal muses. Oh, and ANIMEVERSE.
Notes: Previously posted on Fanfiction.net, but it was removed due to content. Also seen at Kyouke. If you wish to archive, feel free. Just let me know. :D
Feedback would be great~
A LITTLE STRESS RELIEF
by Ryuuza/meitachi
/ chapter 5 nanika ga aru to shinjiteitai /
They were back in school the next day and in such a familiar environment, it was all the more unnerving to feel the unease that had been plaguing him since the previous night. Yuki, being Yuki, handled being at odds better than Kyo did. It could be argued that he was just more comfortable living in denial, as he’d had more practice, but suffice to say he managed a good show and none of his classmates noticed any crack in his calm and collected façade. Kyo, on the other hand, was more flustered than usual. The number of times he started, blushed, tripped, and snapped at people that morning threatened to outnumber all the occurrences of the past week.
Still, as someone wise and deceased once said, appearances can be deceiving.
Yuki was nearly as unsettled as Kyo was, if not more.
During break, Yuki, who was valiantly trying to ignore the doubts assailing his mind, focused instead, rather unwisely, on his cousin, the cause of said doubts. The redhead, usually seated in front of him, had migrated to a friend’s desk by the window and was surrounded by a group of guys, all laughing and joking and teasing Kyo for his recent klutziness. A few girls hung around the edges of the group, wanting to join in but warded off by previous encounters with vicious crimson glares.
“It was so much fun,” Tohru was saying enthusiastically, beaming. "Okaasan loved taking me on picnics!”
Uotani smiled at her indulgently.
“We should have a picnic!” Tohru exclaimed, clapping her hands. She looked around at her friends, circled around Yuki’s desk, much to the envy of their classmates (namely, Yuki’s fan club). “What do you think?” She thought it’d be a lot of fun and maybe, she perked up at the thought, it could be her way of thanking all the Soumas for her party! She knew they all enjoyed a good meal.
“Why not,” said Uo.
One of the boys, Watase Hiroshi, tall and blonde, made a laughing comment and ruffled Kyo’s hair as he turned bright red.
Yuki frowned. He’d never liked the boy.
“It sounds nice,” Hanajima said in her quiet voice, tying ribbons in Tohru’s hair. Tohru smiled brightly and looked to Yuki.
“What do you think, Yuki-kun?” she asked.
Someone else was speaking now, and Kyo’s attention was diverted to him. Hiroko laid a hand on Kyo’s shoulder and leaned in, saying something, and was rewarded with a vermilion glance.
What do you think you’re doing, Watase? There’s no need to be grabby.
Tohru started at the sudden frown on the pale-haired Souma’s face. “Yuki-kun?” she asked tentatively.
Yuki turned and stared blankly at her.
Oh my God, he thought, I’m going insane.
--
It was a few minutes before lunch when Kyo first started to suspect that things had changed and not necessarily for the better. Over the past few months, he’d gotten used to noticing his cousin-the way he walked, the slender line of his throat, the shape of his lips as he spoke. It’d become second nature to notice these things ever since they’d started this ridiculous…whatever-it-was. Because, he rationalized to himself, he knew how that pale throat tasted now and knew what those lips felt like on every part of his body…
It was just physical attraction, lust, that made him aware of these things.
Though, if he was completely honest with himself, he had to admit that he’d noticed these little things even before. Even when he’d hated-no, he still hated the damned rat, he corrected himself-even before they’d started using each other to relieve stress, he’d noticed things like the sound of Yuki’s voice when he was angry, the way he blinked when he was surprised, the way those long fingers were always so quick and deft in whatever they were doing…
He could write if off, he supposed, as obsession. Because he’d spent his entire life, or what felt like it, hating the boy, hating everything he was and stood for and could ever be, and he’d centered his world around him. Souma Yuki. His cousin, his enemy, his obsession. Kyo’d wanted nothing more than to defeat him. And in order to do that, he had to know him, had to be able to predict his moves and counter them. Clearly, that was all there was to it.
It was perfectly justifiable.
But now… Kyo didn’t know what to think when the teacher called Yuki up to the board to demonstrate a difficult math concept, and Kyo noticed not just the way the rat bit his lip thoughtfully, but that there was an accompanying flash of anxiety in his eyes. Uncertainty. Doubt. Nervousness.
After a few moments’ consideration, Yuki solved the problem correctly. As he returned to his seat, he passed Kyo, who gathered about him his scattered thoughts and haphazard emotions, and glared at the violet-eyed Souma. As usual, the other boy ignored him and sat down.
Kyo only paid half an ear to the teacher's explanation of the problem, telling himself that he had only noticed the uncertainty because it was a sign of weakness and he had been trained to spot any weakness he could, especially in an enemy.
He ignored the unwarranted but not unprecedented rush of sympathy that had come with this notice.
--
“They’re angsting quite a bit, don’t you think?” remarked Uo as she poked at the tempura in her lunch.
Hanajima didn’t look up from scrutinizing her bento. “That’s what pretty boys do best.” She followed her friend’s example and poked dubiously at her lunch with her chopsticks. “Is that a sea cucumber?”
Uo leaned over to look. “Yep.” She deftly picked up the shrimp and deposited it in her mouth, settling back in her seat. As she chewed, she tilted her head slightly and ran her gaze across the lunching classroom, coming to a rest at Kyo’s desk where Tohru was conscientiously asking the Souma cousins if they liked the lunch she’d prepared. From the smile on Souma-kun’s face and the blush on Kyo’s sullen face, they did indeed. “Does Tohru-kun have to work today?”
“Yes.” Hanajima gave up on her lunch and instead amused herself by sending out poison waves at the girls who were glaring venomously in Tohru’s direction. “Do you want to go shopping after school?”
“Sure, you can buy me a drink.” The blonde smirked. “You still owe me from that last bet.”
“I know.”
Making short work of her lunch, Uotani said between bites, “I’m really surprised at you, Hana. How could you have bet that Orangey was straight? You should know by now that nobody can resist Prince Charming.” Her grin was sudden, bright and sharp. “Souma Yuki always gets what he wants.”
“Ah, but the question in my mind was whether or not he wanted Kyo.” Hanajima smiled eerily, her eyes dark and blank.
Uo slapped her chopsticks down on the desk beside her lunch, finished, and exclaimed, “Hana, stop harassing those poor fools and pay attention.” She shot a contempt-filled look over at the twits down the row, all of them jittery and nerve-wracked. She’d have her turn later, for sure, because frightening clueless idiots was quite a sport, but right now she had something else in mind. “I have another bet.”
Reluctantly, Hanajima desisted and turned to face the yankee. Her expression was questioning.
“Who do you think is going to cave in first?” Uo pulled out her deck of cards and slipped them from the box. She shuffled them and raised an eyebrow at her friend.
“Yuki,” Hanajima said, pushing her box lunch out of the way. “He’s used to getting what he wants and he’ll do whatever necessary to ensure that.” She took the cards Uo dealt her.
Uotani grinned. “Kyo,” she predicted certainly. “Orangey’ll go mad. He’s already confused. Can’t last more than a couple of weeks, tops.” She laid three cards face down. “Three threes.”
The other girl examined her cards. “What’s on the line?” She laid two cards on top of Uo’s. “Two fours.”
“Lunch. Two fives.”
Hanajima nodded. “B.S.”
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Yuki was seriously considering whether or not Honda-san had put something in his lunch. Because, however delicious it was, he was now thinking completely insane thoughts…and it was easy to blame the innocent bento. Evil, evil bento, he thought to himself, and shook his head. Kami, he really was cracking.
Why else would he be thinking about Kyo as he copied down notes from the board? Why would he be wondering what it would be like if he and Kyo had an actual relationship? If they didn’t have to hide anymore, to lie, to pretend that it was all for stress relief-
What am I thinking? Yuki was appalled with himself. They weren’t pretending that their relationship-whatever-it-was was only stress relief; it was only stress relief. A simple matter of fact.
But that didn’t deter his mind, his crazy fantasies, from imagining what it’d be like if he and Kyo didn’t hate each other (which would never happen, of course), if they could be friends, be more, and the touches could be open and the embraces could be more frequent…
“Let’s go.” Kyo tugged his hand and Yuki followed him out into the hall, blushing faintly the catcalls and laughter from their classmates.
Kyo was eating lunch and grumbling about the upcoming exams. Yuki came up behind him and rested his chin on his cousin’s shoulder. “Do you want me to help you study?” he asked with a smile, sliding his arms around the other boy.
“Mommy, Mommy,” the little girl cried, tugging on her mother’s hand. She stared openly at the two boys kissing on the public park bench. “Mommy! What’re they doing?”
Shigure stood in the open doorway and looked at the flushed faces of the two boys he’d walked in on, both who were entangled on the floor, breathing harsh and clothing disheveled. He clapped a hand to his face and sighed dramatically, “Ah, youthful indiscretions! Aya would be so proud!”
“Here.” Kyo thrust the ice cream cone at his cousin, face a brilliant shade of crimson, as Tohru exclaimed loudly how sweet he was to treat Yuki. His embarrassment eased a little when Yuki gave him a small, grateful smile, and he even managed to ignore Uo’s comment on how it would’ve been sweeter if they’d just shared one cone.
They were alone on the roof, sitting side by side in the silence and just watching the sky. Yuki finally scooted closer and laid his head on Kyo’s shoulder. No words were exchanged and after a brief glance at the silver haired boy, Kyo slid an arm around Yuki. They continued to gaze out at the world.
Yuki jerked out of his thoughts when the teacher called Kyo’s name sharply. His cousin jerked, knocking his pencil to the floor, much to half the class’s amusement. As the cat scrambled to pick it up and direct an impressive glare that the youthful teacher currently smirking at him, Yuki drew in a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart. All those fantasies...they were nothing short of preposterous.
Fantasies were all they were. Yuki didn’t really want a relationship with the baka neko. What they had was fine. It worked. Like he’d told himself last night, no thinking was required.
Doubts still niggled at him.
That last daydream had struck a chord in him though…and it resonated through the depths of his mind.
But it was futile to wish stupid things because they could never be.
…could they?
--
That night, the cat and the rat studiously avoided each other. Yuki retired to his room to study and Kyo did the same. For a while. Then he escaped up to the roof, his solace, and lay there, staring at the sky and trying his best not to think. Tohru spent a little time ironing clothes and after folding them neatly and placing them in front of their owners’ respective rooms, she went downstairs to the kitchen to cook. Shigure, meanwhile, was having quite a ball torturing his editor again.
“Sennnseeiiiiii,” the poor woman wailed on the answering machine. “Please give me your manuscript!!”
Shigure grinned and went to the kitchen to see what Tohru was making for dinner.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again. “Pleeeeaaaaassse!” came other moaned message.
“Just pick up Shigure!” Yuki shouted irritably from his room. “I’m trying to study!”
The phone rang again. Pouting over “Yuki-kun’s lack of sympathy for an artist’s delicate sensibilities,” Shigure reluctantly answered. "'Lo?” He listened a moment then smiled broadly. “Oh my darling Yuki-kun,” he sang sweetly, “it’s for you!”
“Who is it?” came the reply from upstairs.
“Your lover!”
Yuki hurried down the stairs and snatched the phone from a maniacally grinning Shigure. He glared at his older cousin. “Don’t be stupid. Hello?” he said into the phone. His eyes widened slightly. “Oh, Haru,” he said, surprised.
Shigure swooned nearby. “Your lover has called!” he cried, clasping his hands like an excited fangirl.
Turning his back to the dog, Yuki listened as Hatsuharu apologized for Black Haru’s behavior the night before. “I really didn’t mean to make things difficult for you,” the younger boy said repentantly. “I tried looking for you at school today but you weren’t in the halls during lunch.”
No, he’d been too busy fantasizing about his other cousin…of the flame-haired, red-eyed, cat variety. Yuki coughed. “That’s fine, Haru,” he reassured in his best calm, neutral, not-fantasizing-about-Kyo tones. “I don’t hold you responsible for what you do as Black Haru. Besides, no real harm was caused.” Except that Kyo had gotten oddly possessive and now Yuki was thinking far too much than was healthy. He frowned.
“Ah, that’s good. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
Yuki made a polite sound of agreement and hung up. Shigure was standing expectantly behind him, beaming. “So what did Haru say?” He batted his lashes. “I looooove you, my darling, let’s kiss and make up!” He chortled behind his hand.
Tohru was shocked and faintly appalled when she hurried from the kitchen at the crash and found Shigure-san groaning from amidst a pile of what used to be the screen door. He looked incongruently happy about the situation though.
“I knew it was Kyo and not Haru!” he exclaimed. Then he winced and rubbed his side. “Ow,” he complained pitifully.
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| okaasan - mom | baka neko - stupid cat |
Chapter title "nanika ga aru to shinjiteitai" translates tentatively to "I want to believe something is there."