12 [+1] days of Christmas. Day 09.

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Halloween wasn’t one of Yuki’s favorite holidays. He hated wearing costumes, hated the festivities, hated the personal interaction between everyone. He didn’t even like the candy very much. He dressed up this year because of Tohru, really. Because who could really say no when those huge eyes –which had already convinced Kyo to do so – were pretty much begging him?

Somehow they wound up having a party. Shigure probably suggested it, hoping to have any number of high schools girls crowding his house. Yuki leaned against the wall, watching everyone else be social butterflies. Uotani, dressed as the blond from that Kill Bill movie was harassing Kyo, who’d managed to throw on a strangely convincing pirate costume. Yuki didn’t even know what Hanajima had dressed as. It involved lots of black, lots of lace, and lots of fabric. She silently tapped Tohru, dressed as an orange kitten – that should have been a sign – and handed her a drink.

Few people seemed to notice Yuki, dressed as he wasn’t even sure what. Something that involved a little black mask that hid some of his face, but made those violet eyes stand out all the more, standing against the wall, just watching. Few but the Phantom of the Opera, half mask pulled down over his face, shock of white hair over black roots the dead giveaway as to who was in the costume.

Hatsuharu was standing next to Yuki, two cups of punch in hand before Yuki realized he’d been approached. “Not having any fun?” The ox of the zodiac pressed the cup into Yuki’s hand and drank from his own.

Yuki didn’t respond. He just took a drink eyes flicking over to Hatsuharu in silent thanks. “Too bad it’s not Christmas,” Hatsuharu continued. ”I’d have walked over with mistletoe instead.”

Yuki’s eyebrow twitched, and he turned to catch Hatsuharu’s grey eyes looking rather intensely down at him. “You – you haven’t gone Black, have you?” His own eyes were wide because he only just now noticed how awfully close Hatsuharu was standing, and had something happened he hadn’t seen because, oh he really was standing quite close, he must be Black right now…

Hatsuharu’s eyes glittered and his mouth curved up in a small smile. “You have a preference, Yuki? Which do you like, Black or White?”

Which was pretty much a yes to Yuki’s question, and Yuki had no idea what had triggered it, and no one seemed to be noticing. He slid back along the wall, as if trying to casually retrieve his personal space. “What kind of question is that?” he faltered, eyes scanning the room, looking for anyone, anyone to save him.

Black Haru slid right in front of him, empty cup dropping to the floor, arms pressed to the wall on either side of Yuki, effectively keeping him trapped. He leaned in, so close their masks brushed each other, white against black. “It doesn’t matter. I know the answer anyway.” Two hands closed around Yuki’s wrist, pinning them to the wall. It was a hold, but by no means one Yuki couldn’t break out of. He could, in fact, very easily, and Hatsuharu’s mouth curved wider. “You never push me away.”

No one noticed in the corner, the Phantom kissing his prey. Everyone was a little distracted by candy, by food, by people, especially by Momiji dressed as a character from an anime led Tohru and Kisa in song, to notice the figure in black mask returning that kiss, because it was true.

Yuki never pushed Hatsuharu away.