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The Morning After The Night Before	By : YamiBakura Category: Fruits Basket > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Morning After The Night Before
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Yuki struggled to wakefulness out of some of the strangest dreams he’d ever had. He opened his eyes and immediately shut them again as a bright light assailed him, sending sharp stabbing pains through his head. It throbbed, and he fought his way into a sitting position.

“Owww,” he mumbled, and felt at his forehead. He’d never been struck repeatedly with a hammer, but imagined that it felt somewhat similar. The last thing he remembered clearly was toasting everyone at the table, and then someone suggested a game… He cracked his eyes open again, slowly this time, and found the light a little bit more bearable before it revealed something …a little strange.

Wrapped around his wrist were several dark bruises. Yuki blinked at them, not sure what he was seeing, and then glanced at the other hand. There too, he thought stupidly, and turned his hands over to look at them. Definitely bruises, but he couldn’t think of where they’d come from. A sudden flicker of inspiration prompted him to wrap one hand around his wrist, and to his surprise the bruises matched up to his fingers. Someone had held onto him so hard that it left marks on his skin, but he couldn’t figure out who or what or when or why, and trying just made his head ache.

He staggered up out of the bed, and swayed gently as the room spun around him. His mouth tasted like mouldy socks and his lips were dry. He swallowed several times, trying to get some feeling back in his jaw, and then looked up into the mirror. His hair was sticking out in several different directions, almost straight out from his head, and there were shadows under his eyes. But what drew his attention the most was a string of bruises down his neck and onto his collarbone.

He took a step towards the mirror to examine the bizarre injuries closer, and became aware of a cold, sticky sensation in his pants. They were soiled with something, and Yuki blanched in sudden fright that he’d wet the bed during the night somehow. He peeled the pants off, and realised it wasn’t urine or water caking the inseam. A wet dream? But then how to explain the bruises? His face flaming, Yuki consigned the offending pants to the laundry hamper and pulled his shirt over his head to examine himself in the mirror.

Aside from the suspicious bruising on his wrists and the marks on his neck, he didn’t seem to be injured anywhere. I got into a fight with Kyo, he remembered, but he couldn’t recall where it had gone from there. Were the bruises from the fight? He scowled at his reflection, pummeling his abused memory. It refused to relinquish details, and so he let it go for the moment, opting instead to get his robe and go wash – he still felt disgusting, despite having rid himself of the stained trousers.

Making his way to the bathroom, Yuki listened for the sounds of the house – Tohru in the kitchen, Kyo on the roof or in the yard working out, Shigure doing whatever it was Shigure got up to at eleven in the morning. He did a double take at the clock, bewildered. He never woke up this late! And where was Tohru? And Kyo? The house was too quiet, and for a moment Worst-Case-Scenarios beat on Yuki’s already-battered brain.

Yuki sped past the bathroom and pushed open the door of Tohru’s room, amazed to find her still sleeping soundly, cuddled up to a plush rabbit. He took a deep breath of relief, but before he could let it out, the rabbit blinked its eyes open and yawned widely. Yuki nearly dropped his towel in surprise as he realised it wasn’t a toy, but Momiji in rabbit-form. Before he could say anything, Momiji popped back into his human form, cuddled back up with the still-sleeping Tohru, changed back into a rabbit and went back to sleep.

He left the door half-open and backed into the hallway, unable to believe what he was seeing. Tohru was sleeping with Momiji!? It was suddenly more important than ever that he remember what happened the night before, but his brain wasn’t giving any answers. He continued down the hall.

Shigure was in his writing room, hard at work on his computer over something, and Yuki decided that bothering him was more trouble than it was worth. He continued the inventory of the house.

He found Hatsuharu snoring fit to wake the dead in the family room, his head tucked under the kotatsu and his ass in the air. I’m not even going to ask, he thought, certain that he didn’t really want to know. Okay. That accounts for everyone except…

Where was the cat?

As if Yuki’s thoughts had summoned him, the rat turned and stifled an undignified yelp as he came face to face with Kyo standing in the doorway. Instead of bristling and arguing, Kyo gave him a lazy smile as his eyes trailed down Yuki’s body. The smile widened as they made their way back up to his face, and feeling as though Kyo had just mentally undressed him, Yuki clutched the bathrobe tighter to his chest. “What are you staring at?” he asked, wondering if he could get that smile off Kyo’s face with a fight. He was so edgy, he could have used a match just then to relieve the tension, but the cat didn’t take the bait.

“You,” he said calmly. “Have a good morning.” With an amicable wave, Kyo turned and went back the way he’d come, leaving Yuki gripping the bathrobe and staring after him like a love-struck teenaged girl. And he’d never noticed that sort of hip-swinging prowl Kyo walked with – it drew attention straight down his toned shoulders and back straight to his hips and …

Yuki cut the thought off before it could mortify him anymore and wrenched his eyes away from the sight of Kyo walking away. He took a deep breath and turned back towards the bathroom, but he hadn’t gotten very far before he was thundering after the cat. Taken by surprise, Kyo almost let himself be tackled; instead, he caught himself against the wall and let Yuki pin him there. Yuki knew he was letting himself be pinned, and for some reason it rubbed his temper the wrong way. On top of the smug smile he’d gotten from Kyo just a minute ago and the blatant check-out and now this unconcerned allowance – he was pissed.

“Alright, you stupid cat. Tell me. What happened last night?”

Kyo’s unconcerned façade cracked as his lips twitched. “Don’t you remember?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I did, would I?”

Making a big production of thinking about it, until Yuki was forced to shake him, Kyo finally took a deep breath and leaned forward. “YAAAH!” he shouted, right into Yuki’s ear. Stunned by the volume, the rat let him go and staggered back while stars danced behind his eyes. Kyo smirked at him once again, and sauntered away, resuming his trek towards the back yard. He flicked the disoriented rat a single, devastating look over his shoulder. “You don’t want to know,” he said. “Trust me.” Then he ruined the nonchalance by breaking into a cackling, hysterical laugh. He broke down in the hallway, sliding to his knees and clutching his stomach, and Yuki was dismayed to see tears running down his rivals face, he was laughing so hard.

It was even worse because he knew – knew with the depths of his soul – that Kyo was laughing at him. His vision blanketed by a curtain of crimson fury, Yuki launched himself at the cat again. This time, he succeeded in tackling him to the floor.

“If you don’t want me to kill you, you will tell me what the hell happened last night,” he said, barely able to choke the words past the rage sitting like a rock in his throat. Kyo continued to laugh, shaking silently while tears of helpless mirth slid down his face.

Finally he took a deep breath. “I won!” he said, jubilant.

It was just enough of a non-sequitur that it took Yuki off-guard. “What?”

“I beat you. You lost.”

Yuki felt muscles flex beneath him, and then suddenly found that he was looking up at the ceiling past Kyo’s shoulder. Vague memories flashed through his aching brain, and the feel of Kyo on top of him was familiar somehow. Kyo lowered his head and brushed his lips against Yuki’s cheek.

“Remember now?”

“You two must really find less public places for your displays of affection,” Shigure said from somewhere above and behind them. “Really, it was bad enough seeing you in the family room last night…”

Memory kicked Yuki in the head. Horrified, he threw the cat from him and fled for the bathroom. The echoing sound of Kyo and Shigure’s helpless laughter chased him the whole way.

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I’m still working on the first part of this story, but I wanted to post this as a teaser. I’m thinking I may continue it, too. How will Yuki resolve this new development with Kyo? Stick around and find out! 8D
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