Samurai Deeper Kyo, Kyo/Yuya, dreaming of you 1/2
“Enough, woman.”
Stumbling back from where she'd been about to gently shake Kyo's shoulder, Yuya tumbled from the futon with an indignant shriek. Granted there wasn't a far way to go. But, adding insult to injury, she still managed to land hard on her rear amid a tangle of twisted bedding.
“Well fine then!” She hissed, kicking the sheets away vengefully before returning Kyo's glare with one of her own. “Excuse me for being worried! You just looked like-”
“Like what?” He pushed, voice lowering dangerously.
She opened her mouth, stopped, then bit her lip as she frowned. Turning away her face with a huff that sent her long hair swaying gracefully around her, Yuya crossed her arms protectively over her chest.
“Like nothing.” She finished lamely.
Because far be it from her to suggest that the great Onime no Kyo had nightmares.
He snorted but didn't press further.
Still, tired and irritated from being woken up herself, Yuya wasn't about to take Kyo's surliness lying down. At least not lying down here. The jackass could just stew in his own unpleasantness all by himself as far as she was concerned.
“In anycase,” Giving her smarting rear one last sympathetic rub, Yuya quickly snatched up her pillow - Her eyes drifted briefly to the covers but she wasn't nearly so foolish as to think she could get away with stealing those as well. - Then, tipping her nose up primly, she rose to her feet, fully intending to go sleep in the guestroom. “I'm going back to bed.”
The 'so you can just go screw yourself, asshole' part of her statement was implied.
She hadn't even managed to take a step before Kyo's arm shot out to snag the hem of her yukata, sending her crashing to the tatamai for the second time that night.
“Damn it, Kyo!” Yuya flailed gracelessly. Hoping vaguely that she'd manage to hit something sensitive as Kyo hauled her forcefully back into bed. “What the Hell is your problem?!”
“Idiot.”
“What?!” She hissed venomously, making to rise again.
Kyo however, was faster. His hands locked about her waist as, effortlessly deflecting the fist she sent in his direction, he twisted her around. Holding her pinned, face first to the bed, while he casually shifted his body over hers.
“Jerk...” She accused, sullenly this time, spitting out a stray feather.
“Idiot.” He repeated in a low voice against her skin and she could practically feel the smugness radiating off of him. His teeth closed lightly over the juncture of her neck before he tugged her already askew yukata aside altogether. He nipped his way up her throat in between insults. “Stupid, foolhardy, moron.”
“You-!” She squirmed in renewed irritation. Glaring fiercely into the mattress even as his hands moved to roughly caress her breasts in a way that made her shiver. “Kyo...”
“Weakling.”
The word was laden with enough blatant disgust to stroke Yuya's faltering temper roaring back to life. Twisting with renewed effort against Kyo's punishing grip, she was just about to give him a peace of her mind when his mouth moved down to just in between her shoulder blades to hover over her latest scar. His lips brushing over the still slightly puckered skin with such tenderness it almost scared her.
And, suddenly, she was more curious than she'd ever been about what kind of nightmare could possibly be so bad as to shake the Demon-Eyed Slayer of a Thousand Men.