The Cat and the Skylark
I stood awkwardly in that room, faced with a father who now had a nosebleed and a starting bruise on his forehead. "I'm sorry," I sighed. "All right? But I need to go take care of things with Kyoya. I didn't know this was so important to him." I walked back into his - rather, OUR - bedroom, and sighed as I saw him lying there on his side, still breathing a little heavily from losing his temper. It had been my intention to tease him about yelling like a frustrated girl, but when I saw him like that, all I could murmur was, "Kyoya..." I slowly sat down on the bed beside him, and I reached back, starting to pet his hair.
I loved him.
With my position, I had respectfully made it so that I wasn't seeing his sad face, but I knew that his silence meant something. It meant I had done something wrong, and that he didn't want to talk to me about it. And I knew I had hurt him.
I hurt the one I loved.
"Shh," I hushed the prefect, "I'm sorry, Kyoya. I was really suprised to see him." I moved my hand down, and softly rubbed his cheek, hoping that he was going to forgive me. He soon did, actually, and he proved that by sitting up and giving me the tightest hug yet. I character changed, and shuddered into a purr as he stroked down my back. I felt as though I didn't deserve it. This warm hug, the signal that I was the one and only in the world who he needed. It felt so good. "I admit I should've told you that I heard from him a while ago...," I breathed. "You see, four- no- five... six...? Yeah... six years ago, when I still had a crush on Amu, I left the town to try and find my father. And one day, I did. But the thing is... he had just turned thirty, and he didn't want to bother with a son yet- he wanted to keep partying with the ladies, you know?"
"Hn," he grunted to show that he was listening.
"So basically," I continued, "things got real complex there, and it wasn't long before he started saying that he was going to kiss Amu, and you can imagine my frustration at him..."
"I suppose," he mumbled against my ear. "I just don't get why you couldn't tell me." I smiled.
"I thought it would be more romantic if I said that I was waiting for him to come home after all these years," I relied.
"Hardly," he snorted, reaching up. I tensed slightly as I felt him rubbing my cat ears, and I shuddered, resting my head on his shoulder. "Hey, I'll forgive you just this once, okay?" Kyoya breathed. "Just 'cause I get lost in your cuteness- don't let this happen again."
"Well, if you have to know everything," I began smugly, "then let me tell you about my sister-"
"Not intrested," Kyoya cut in. I smirked, and chuckled, returning the former prefect's hug with just as much fierocity. It was then that I decided to tell him the promise I'd come up with on our trip home.
"Kyoya... I'm never going to leave you, okay?" I vowed. "So don't ever worry about me breaking up with you."
"Do't think so highly of yourself," he muttered. "I would never think that." Even as he said that, he looked back at me with eyes that were swimming in relief. I almost wanted to hug him to death when I saw that little glint of buried sadness within them. He trembled, and he gave me another reassuring squeeze in his embrace, coming in and resting his head against my shoulder. He was my one and only, and I would never, never let him go. I was going to keep him by my side for eternity, never once releasing his hand. He was my precious true love. My perfect prefect. My adorable songbird. My ideal. My boyfriend. Mine.
"Ikuto," he murmured. "I love you so much." I took his head in my hands, and smiled as he combed through my hair.
"I love you too, Kyoya," I whispered, happy to see the smirk that followed.
"Hope you don't mind being my pet cat," he sneered. I released his face, and sighed dreamily.
"You're the only one who can leash me, Kyoya," I assured, before chuckling. "Heh. The only one."
Kyoya and I glanced back at Aruto, to see him with his arms folded, a smile on his face. "Well I'll be," he sighed. "My boy is into men." I rolled my eyes, releasing Kyoya from our double-sided death hug.
"Father, please," I sighed.
"No, no, it's okay," the older man insisted, before inviting himself to the bed and crossing his legs. "It's perfectly fine to like men, Ikuto, I always wanted to tell you that being different makes you important. Being different makes you who you are."
"Yeah, skip the lecture," I muttured, turning my eyes elsewhere. "Why are you still here, anyway?"
"I just wanted to apologize," Aruto said, "I should've been there for you."
"When did you start thinking that?" I questioned. My father smiled.
"The moment I left," he replied. "Always. I wanted to be with you." "You wanted to be with your girlfriends," I snarled. "You never cared-"
"Ikuto," Kyoya interrupted, placing a hand on my shoulder. He leaned in, and kissed my cheek, before murmuring, "Forgive your father. He didn't mean any harm, and you found me without his help, right?"
"You were always on my mind," the other man started again. "Never did a moment go by that I didn't regret my decision. Ikuto, let me back into your life. Let me be your father." I felt as though Kyoya and I were certainly one on this decision.
We saw his pleading, green eyes and serious expression, and in that moment, we spoke together, "No."
I turned away, guilty, and I was relieved when Hibari stepped up for me. "You need to keep working," he told my father. "Ikuto and I are... fine on our own. Trust me, Aruto. I'll take good care of him."
"... Oh, Ikuto," Aruto murmured after a long pause. "You've grown up too fast."
"Nineteen years, father," I murmured, feeling tears come to my eyes. "I've found my place in life."
"I'm very proud of you... you both, in fact," he answered, and I finally looked back at him. "Kyoya, I'm entrusting my son to you. Do me a favor, and keep him happy."
"He'll be safe in my arms," Kyoya answered. I shyly looked back at him.
"That's my line, Kyoya."
It wasn't long after that Kyoya and I decided to play for the old man. We performed the song that Hibird was learning at Kyoya's request, and our heartstrings played as sweetly as our instruments. After a hearty applause, Aruto excused himself, and Kyoya and I at last discovered the fact that it was nighttime. I was charmed as Kyoya went to make dinner. "Good job earlier," he called as he filled a pot with water. "Your violin covered almost all of my stupid mistakes."
I laughed, and answered, "It's hard to memorize songs. Don't worry about it - you did great." After putting a package of ramen noodles in the pot, Kyoya stepped right back over to where I lied on the couch. I expected him to seductively approach and kiss me, when he did something completely unexpected. He hurdled himself on to the couch, his arms pinning me down, and he began to kiss me roughly, deepening it until I thought he was going to suffocate me. I moaned, then gasped as he grabbed my tail, sliding his hand down it until the end before he at last released it. I couldn't stop myself from shoving him back this time, and I panted, "Save the tail for dessert, would you?" The prefect gave me a mischievous grin, sitting back.
"I love you," he said out of the blue.
"I love you too," I sighed, leaning back in my seat. "And I appreciate you for repeating so every five minutes, but please try to cut back."
"Ah, you want something more romantic," he teased. "Then, Ikuto, I love you so much that I pray my heart will stop if we must break apart." I looked away, my face burning, and my ears flattened.
"Don't say stuff like that," I murmured. "We won't break apart, Kyoya." The mere thought made me scared.
"How am I supposed to be sure when I'm hooked up with such a womanizer as you?" he answered in a pouting voice.
"Hey, I am not a womanizer," I argued.
And that night's dinner was splendid.
Kyoya and I spent years together. As I had promised myself and as Kyoya had promised Aruto, we never left each other's sides. Kyoya was always a dear, keeping me comfortable, even caring for me whenever I fell ill. I did my best to do the same for him, but I found that he easily outdid me when it came to caring for each other like that. Our relationship lasted for ages, it seemed. Past high school, through college, and finally, in our late thirties, through marriage.
I was right again.
It was true love.
Yay! I finished it! XD And before a year has passed on 'The Skylark and the Cat's finish! :3 This makes me very happy.