This happened because I've always wanted to start a fic with "Absolutly not." You're not supposed to outright say "no" to someone when doing improv, because it kills the scene and doesn't allow for expansion. So, me being me, I wanted to see if I could start with a refusal and actually build a scene on THAT. This is the result.

*cough* Anyways, yeah. Here you go.

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"Absolutely not."

"Oh come on, To-ya!" Yukito wheedled, his amber eyes dancing with mischief. "How can you say no?"

"Easily." Came the quick reply. A frown decorated his tanned face, and strong arms came up to cross on his chest. "No way, no chance. Not gonna happen, Yuki."

"But To-ya..."

A pout.

A flinch.

Hesitancy. "No, Yuki."

"Please?"

"...no."

"For me?

"...Not even for you."

The pout intensified, Yukito's lower lip trembling slightly in an over-dramatized fashion. "But To-ya, I though you loved me!"

“I do, you idiot. But there’s no way I’m going to do it.” Touya’s eyes softened slightly, but he maintained a tight hold on his resolve. “I’d rather dress up like a woman again than do this.”

A laugh.

A scowl.

“Oh To-ya, this isn’t nearly as bad.” Yuki chastised him, stepping even closer to the tall form of his friend. “It will be fun. You know, you can’t take care of her forever…”

A snort.

A giggle.

“Says you.”

“To-ya…” Yukito sighed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders and gazing directly into his deep blue eyes. “You really do have a sister complex, you know.”

A sigh and shifty eyes.

“…maybe.”

A soft smile.

“It would mean so much to her.”

Another sigh issued as Touya leaned down to rest his forehead on Yukito’s, bringing them eye to eye. “Why do you always talk me into these things?”

A grin.

“Because you love me?”

Shoulders slumping in defeat.

“…And while we’re there I can’t even maim him? Not even a little bit?”

“Not at all.”

A disappointed pout.

“You’d better be making this up to me, you know.”

“I know.”

A kiss.

“That’s ‘cause I love you.”

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