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At first, Yuujirou sincerely hoped Tohru was going to kiss him. He really did. Then, when no lips met his in a passionate kiss-, he realized that slamming people against walls really wasn't Tohru's thing. It was more of his own forte.

Damnit.

A thick velvet curtain blocked his vision as Tohru pushed them flat against the wall. Light, muffled steps passed them, and as Yuujirou tried to push through the cloth, Tohru's hand pressed against his chest and made him halt. He glared heatedly at the other boy, not understanding and not caring to.

"What the hell?" the blond demanded, attempting to escape the one holding him with no avail.

"Arisada. Princess Patrol." And that made Yuujirou rethink his actions and obediently lean against the wall. A princess patrol was a scheme of evil, meant to make them suffer every single minute of Arisada's chosen activity. Normally, Yuujirou did not mind that, but as of today-, he lost his heels. Or that is what he would tell Arisada, because throwing away (willingly) 'Natashou's precious babies' was unacceptable.

"He's gone?" Yuujirou tugged at Tohru's sleeve, whispering. The bluenette shook his head slightly, scanning the hall through a thin gap between the folds of the curtain. Yuujirou sighed and slid slowly lower, the president's faint voice hushing his breathing.

"I think I see Mikoto dying…" Tohru mumbled, and was pushed a second later by an overexcited blond. "Where?" he asked with a grin, and Tohru blinked at him. He smiled then, shaking his head. "Look to the left."

And Yuujirou did. The roseate was choking as Arisada Heimlich Maneuver-ed him. Arisada wasn't that good at it. Yuujirou could tell.

Tohru pushed him to the side again, curiosity getting the best of him. "Curiosity killed the cat." He clicked his tongue at the blond and stared at the scene himself, hypocrisy radiating from him in waves. "And satisfaction brought it back." Yuujirou replied and shoved Tohru. Tohru refused to be pushed. Literally. Then Yuujirou tried to see above him, and Tohru being the same height as him (minus Yuujirou's heels and plus Tohru's) made it impossible. Yuujirou decided to use the tie.

He yanked it down with as much force as he could gather, and the surprised yelp (which he hushed by pressing his hand to Tohru's mouth) proved it. Mikoto was writhing on the floor with the president cackling above him.

"I…c-can't…breathe!" Tohru choked and tried to shove the blond away.

"Déjà vu much?" Yuujirou inquired but didn't budge. He still held the tie in his palm, and kept the other boy away with it. "What's with the tie groping?" Tohru demanded in a hiss.

"I think he died." The blond princess announced in a whisper, looking worriedly at the unmoving fellow princess, sprawled on the floor like a dead corpse. Well, technically, not like.

"Can we get out now?" Tohru wrestled with Yuujirou on the hold on his silk tie, loosing badly. "I think so…" Yuujirou ignored him, staring at the gap. "Let's go to the next room and find out a way from there."

They tip-toes out, skeptically staring at the pink-headed corpse. It didn't move, so they rushed into the hallway, Tohru being led by Yuujirou and his damn tie. They made exactly 37 steps before they found the next door. It was open, but when they realized it had no exit, they tried to pass it by. It didn't work though, because something pushed them in- something with an evil laugh of a hyena and long, pink hair.

"Son of a bi-" and Yuujirou's lack off manners was cut short with Tohru toppling clumsily over him. The small, windowless nook- or what the blond assumed it was-was a rather stuffy space. There were too many boxes near the walls, one of them painfully rubbing his shoulder blade.

The door clicked shut.

"Fuck."

Tohru was taken aback by being thrown onto the blond like that. Their pose was uncomfortable, with Tohru half-sitting half lying on Yuujirou's chest and in between his bent knees, with hands and legs spread wide.

"Don't move." The blond warned.

"There's not much space to move in here anyway." The bluenette grumbled and shifted. Yuujirou stopped the motion with a sharp pull on the tie. "I said, don't move."

"Why?" Tohru asked, eye twitching at the floating, doggish image in his mind.

"So the spider above your head won't get near me."

Tohru freaked out. He was trying to escape more wildly and fuck, did Tohru just step on his foot? he still had shoes on and Yuujirou knew he could end up paralyzed waist down if the bluenette kept on trashing.

"Godamnit Tohru!" the blond shrieked and elbowed the other boy. "It's just a spider!" he scolded but had been kicked again by the frantic blue princess. Only… this princess had thick, seemingly steal-made heels.

"Exactly!" Tohru yelled back and tried to loosen Yuujirou's grip on his tie. "Do you have claws or something?" he wondered aloud, failing miserably.

"My liver!" Yuujirou yelped a few moments later and gasped for air as he was hit again with Tohru's metal shoe. "What did my liver ever do to you?" he demanded heatedly.

"What if the spider is poisoned?" Tohru didn't seem to care if his friend was bleeding internally, not with the spider around.

"My liver is perforated and all you can think of is the spider?"

"But it might be venomous!"

"Yeah, and thanks to you-" Yuujirou opened the side zipper of his dress and pointed to an extremely red area. "If it is poisoned, I have no liver to handle it." The blond accused and glared daggers at Tohru.

"You do have a liver." Tohru argued and the glare hardened.

"You squashed it!"

Tohru poked the sensitive skin with a manicured finger and Yuujirou fidgeted away. "I think it's alive." Tohru announced, eyeing Yuujirou's bare torso.

"It's an organ," the blond snapped. "It can't be alive."

"Well, if you're still alive then it's fine!"

"You pierced it!"

"I did no-"

And Tohru was cut short with a sharp pull on the tie and a hot mouth on his own. It wasn't much different from their last kiss. Yes, they were closer in the stuffy room, and yes, Yuujirou wasn't pushed to do it. But somehow, Tohru felt all the same he did back than. Or he thought he did. Yuujirou was a friend, a dear, dear friend. Now he had a clearer idea of what Yuujirou meant with their little deal- and he wasn't sure if he was up to it.

Yuujirou was warm against him, and his soft breath tickled his skin. His hair brushed him and Tohru could feel the tension in his body. He wasn't sure how to react, so he didn't. He just sat there, and let Yuujirou do as he wanted.

When the kiss ended, Yuujirou's eyes were clearer and he pushed Tohru away quickly. The hazel orbs grew wider as Tohru refused to budge. "Look, I didn't mean to-" the blond tried before the bluenette interrupted.

"Now I know what you meant back then," he murmured softly. "Give me some time." He added after the horror of Yuujirou's body heat disappearing struck.

Yuujirou sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry," he bit out bitterly. "Let's forget it." He smiled a little after a long pause, and Tohru could see right through the dazzling expression. Princess' tricks just wouldn't work on him anymore. "You didn't know what you were getting into- it's ok."

"Come on!" Tohru's faced darkened into something Yuujirou had only seen before when talking about Sayaka or his own past. "Stop pretending you're fine with what we are now." He was shaking violently now, but he didn't try to stand up. He wouldn't be able to, anyway, not with the trash all around the small room. "If you were, you wouldn't have tried to change it."

Yuujirou wasn't looking at him. Then, his eyes flashed gold and his infamous glare was in place. Tohru kinda felt sorry for Mikoto now, both for being dead (or, apparently, undead) and for being glared at like that.

The things a constant Yuujirou-styled glare could do to your mental state…

"You're not into that, I got it." The blond hissed. "I'm not going to force you into anything." He raised his chin higher and looked down his nose at Tohru's reddening face. "We can get back to what we were."

"No," Tohru snapped. "We can't." Yuujirou's eyes narrowed and he greeted his teeth hard. Than, Tohru sighed and smiled warmly. Yuujirou thought it was a small, sad, sad smile. "I don't want us to."

"I got it, you don't have to do anyth -" then the message got to Yuujirou's brain. "You what?" it was obvious the blond was slow on the uptake. He blinked a dozen times in a row, something Tohru found amusing to no end. "You don't?"

Tohru shook his head slowly, never loosing the lock he had on the other's eyes. Then he neared the blond, half pushing him into the cold, dusty floor of the storage room. "I don't." he repeated and pressed their lips together.

It was different this time, much different. Maybe it was because Tohru was the one to move, and maybe it was because the act was so chaste. Brief. Tohru wasn't sure, but all he wanted was for Yuujirou to get the message across sharp and clear. He didn't want them to be just friends, though he wasn't sure what's more there was to it. He knew Yuujirou was dear to him, like a brother. But something inside of him told him otherwise, something inside of him didn't shudder in sheer horror when thinking about kissing the other blond. Something inside of him wanted to kiss him, wanted him to be nearer. He was happy Yuujirou made him agree to whatever, because now he had the chance to shape their relationship into what he wanted it to be.

Tohru didn't know if he was going crazy, but he hoped he wasn't- because this was too good to end up as a psychotic fantasy.

The door opened and the hall's light blinded them. A loud and rather feminine shrill was heard, accompanied with gasps and whispers. They both got up (groaning with frustration), swaying slightly and leaning against each other.

As they got out of the stuffy room, Arisada's voice pierced their ears. "Oh my, so you two are together!" he squealed happily.

"Never thought you'd be out of the closet that quickly." Tohru looked at the small room and stopped his pace abruptly. It was, in fact, a closet. Yuujirou snorted besides him.

They looked back at the speaker.

So… Mikoto wasn't dead.

Well, they looked at each other, smirking evilly. We can fix that.

Owari

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