I felt kinda guilty that I have ignored my original pairing for a while when making more Yu-Gi-Oh and Gravitation fics, and as I was looking over for what I have previously written for Card Captor Sakura so far I realised I haven't really been doing it justice... so here's another attempt at a somewhat angsty, somewhat fluffy (I hope) piece of fic for Yuki x Touya fans. The nest part of the story will be coming within the next couple of days. As always, reviews would be good and I hope you enjoy this story.

Touya's POV normal

Yuki's POV italics

The night air blew cool and refreshing on Touya's face. Why he was going out at this time, he really couldn't logically reason, but with the kaijuu and Otousan gone for the weekend, the usually noisy house seemed suddenly lonely.

Entering the park, he sat down on one of the swings, swaying gently as he listened to the different sounds. The park was abandoned, of course, but it was never quiet if only one stopped to listen. The trees in the wind, the distant sound of slow-moving water, the ever-present crickets –

Suddenly these noises were drowned out as a human cry filled the air. Touya was off the swing in a heartbeat, his eyes frantically searching for the source of the noise. The cry came again, and Touya ran, coat streaming behind him. He was sure he knew that voice, but it couldn't possibly be –

"Yuki!"

Huddled into a protective ball, Yuki flinched as blows rained down from three men. They were kicking him now, and he could do nothing but shield his face and call out in the hopes that somebody, anybody, would hear.

"Just shut the fuck up!" one of them growled.

Yuki ignored the command, and yelled more loudly. He felt another vicious blow in response, and then something kicked him so hard that he flew back several feet, head connecting with something hard. He lay there, dazed, waiting for the next blow that would surely end it. It never came.

Opening his eyes warily he dimly registered furious yells, then a yelp of pain and indignation as a shadow seemingly appeared out of nowhere, rushing at the attackers. After several solid kicks, the group stumbled off, confused and scared.

Yuki, with an effort, kept his eyes open as the shadow turned to face him, throwing into relief a face sharp with concern, a face Yuki knew well.

"To-ya..." he whispered.

And then it all became too much as the pain swirled about him, making everything spin dizzily. The last thing he registered before falling into the darkness was cool hands on his face, and voice softly saying, "Yuki..."

Reaching the house, Touya carried Yuki gently upstairs and into the bathroom where, under the light, he could take a good look at his friend. Touya could have wept as he surveyed the limp form before him. Yuki was even paler than usual, and a small stream of blood ran from his forehead and down onto one cheek. His shirt was ripped, revealing skin already bruising a dark purple. Gently removing the fabric, Touya's eyes widened as he saw arms covered in bruises where he had used them to shield his face, and one very large bruise flowered on the slim boy's chest where he had been kicked. A bump on Yuki's head where it had hit the concrete completed the damage.

Touya let out a breath and, as carefully and gently as he possibly could, supported his friend's form on the stool while working to clean up the wounds.