Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and am not getting any money out of them. They are copyrighted to Natsuki Takaya.

A/N: Hello. Long time no see. What was originally a spring fic has hibernated all summer and autumn to wake again in winter. Make any sense? No, I didn't think so. Anyhow, since I have gotten lots of lovely reviews demanding more over the past few months, I've decided to be a nice author and finish the story, although I had come to a creative rut in the plot. The show must go on. – Isa

Taste Spring

Chapter four.

Kyo crumpled the note, but was troubled. It seemed that Yuki knew something. Remembering Shigure's assertion that they would have to lay low if anyone found out, he quietly made his way to the writer's room. He rolled open the door, only to find Shigure lying on his bed with all the lights out, but fully clothed.

"Shigure?" he tried.

"Hmm? Kyo?" he sat up.

"I just got a visit from Yuki." Kyo said with an almost question mark-like tone in the final word.

"I can explain." Shigure said quickly, and instead of asking anything else Kyo just let his cousin carry on, though he hadn't the faintest clue what his friend was going on about. Misinterpreting the silence as reproof, Shigure got up and kneeled in front of Kyo, gently putting his arms around his waist.

"I've wanted you for forever."

Kyo just grinned and beckoned, not having understood the literality of "forever". Shigure was swamped by relief at what he knew either to be extreme indulgence or a misunderstanding, and moved forwards to melt with the cat. They were like two joint candles, their flames bright and alive, their clothing gradually seeming to melt away and slide down to collect in a solid pool, where their feet had been, which were now slowly carrying their charges to bed.

The next days were mild and warm. Daffodils were slowly giving way to freesias and the light was getting more intense. Yuki was worried. He could clearly see that his note had not had any visible effect. Judging by the slightly far-off and peaceful look Kyo had these days, it had certainly not done anything to deter him from his involvement with Shigure. It was clear to Yuki that the writer could only have lied, if Kyo really had mentioned the note to him. Following Kyo up the strairs after breakfast one morning he tapped him on the soulder.

"What?" Kyo said coldly.

"No need to react like that, stupid cat." Yuki said, keeping as much contempt out of his voice as he could.

"What do you want?" Kyo said rather more neutrally.

"Er, the note I left you. Did you follow my advice?" Yuki asked, not so sure now about his having any right to interfere after all.

"I did. Not that it's any of your business. Now get out of my sight, before I really get angry. You're making me late." Kyo spat, somewhat disconcerted.

He stomped down the hall to the bathroom to brush his teeth. As he was scrubbing away (oh, how he hated that scrubbing, brushing sound, it made the hair on the back of his neck bristle), he glanced at the bathtub. What did the rat mean? He had quite forgotten about the note, seeing as he had had other, more interesting occupations lately. What had it said again? Something about asking Shigure something. Well that was settled, wasn't it? On the other hand: 'He didn't explain anything' Kyo thought ' he just created a diversion.' Kyo grinned at the memory. He dismissed the idea and spat out his toothpaste foam.

Shigure sat at his desk, penning a rough storyline for a new project. He was content, but a little melancholy. 'You just love things you can't have, don't you?' he thought to himself 'maybe it would've been better if you hadn't…gone all the way.'

He put down his pen and looked out of the window.

"Screw Akito." He said.

It was the clan head who was responsible for his taste for inaccessible things, but this time he would go against his nature. He would continue his strange romance and friendship, at least for a while.

Once again, as summer was just a calendar page away, he would enjoy the last soft days and fully taste spring.

End.