Author's Notes: This was written from the LJ temps mort community, under the theme "losing it." And I promise ALSR is still uppermost my list of Things to Hurry the Hell Up and Finish. In the meantime, let this placate the impatient masses? Er, please.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warnings: boy x boy

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Sleepless
by Ryuuza

It was the unrelenting drip drip drip of the showerhead in the bathroom that kept Kyo up. He lay on his futon, arms sprawled above his head, scowling and wishing Shigure would hurry up and call a fucking plumber. The thing had been leaky for almost a week now, which translated to six nights of very little sleep for the sensitive-eared cat. And a sleep-deprived Kyo was a very irritable Kyo.

He rolled over on his side, shifting under the blankets, and slung an arm to rest on his pillow. Damn, he thought. This was too much. He couldn't stay like this. That drip drip drip still echoing in his head, slowly driving him insane, as if taunting him, gloating that it kept him from falling into peaceful unconsciousness. Most of his sleep in the past week had been lazy afternoon catnaps on uncomfortable floors—his body protesting the meager amount of rest he got at night—and it hadn't been nearly enough.

"Fuck," said Kyo and angrily threw his blankets off. Grabbing his pillow, he got to his feet and stormed out of his room, sliding his door open and closed with jerky sweeps of his arm.

Stomping down the hall, his bare feet landing heavily on the wooden floor and thumping with each step, he stopped in front of the room furthest from the bathroom and slid the door open, not caring that the rattle might wake someone (he was awake, dammit, so what was the big deal if they were too?). The body sprawled across the futon in the middle of the floor shifted at the noise, curling towards the door as Yuki turned on his side.

Kyo looked down, pillow still in hand, and judged the space left open on the other side of the futon. He slid the door shut behind him and circled around Yuki's head. With a grunt, he settled onto the futon beside his cousin and whapped his pillow a few times before flopping down onto it.

Yuki shifted again and then rolled around to face him, eyes bleary with sleep. "Kyo?"

His voice was scratchy and husky too and Kyo pointedly refused to look at him. "The stupid faucet was driving me insane," he snarled in reply, eyes closed. "Now shut the fuck up so I can sleep."

Yuki made a soft, sleepy noise and Kyo didn't have to open his eyes to see the way the pale silver hair would be laying across the pillow. "Baka neko," the rat murmured, but his tone wasn't scornful like it usually was and Kyo felt some of his anger ebb away. When he opened his eyes again, a few minutes later, Yuki had already fallen back asleep, facing him, and watching the rise and fall of his chest reminded Kyo of his own fatigue.

As he drifted off, an arm slung over his waist and a body snuggled closer, bringing warmth with it, but he didn't mind because he'd forgotten his blanket anyway.

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Start: 1:15
End: 1:46

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