This started out as a creepy Sats/Yuzu fic. I think those two are highly slashable. Shh, don't argue. ;p

I do plan on developing this idea farther... probably not this same setup or whatnot, but I do fully intend to write a Sats/Yuzu fic eventually. Meh. If anyone has ideas, lemme know. ^.~

This will be exclusively posted on this page. It's too small for ff.net or fd.net or anifics or any of the other thousand places I've farmed myself out to. Lastly, thanks to Colin for beta-ing~

It was warm out, even for springtime. The sky had a sort of crystalline blueness that only happens in the summer, not a cloud marring it. Fat bees hummed around fruit trees just past their flowering prime, and even Tokyo seemed a bit hushed.

Not that Satsuki appreciated it at all. All the sun was wreaking havoc with her visual sensors. Firmly ensconced in Beast, in the cool temperature-controlled environment, Satsuki made minute adjustments, surveying the city. She was bored. Beast hummed soothingly at her, wrapping a few wires tighter around her hands.

For lack of anything better to do she cycled through her surveillance cameras. The seals were boring. First, Aoki Seiichirou, furiously working on his laptop. For months she hadn't seen him do anything but sip at coffee and make odd noises at intervals. Irritably, she changed views.

The Sumeragi sat in the corner of his room in the CLAMP Campus. A cigarette dangled from his fingers, glowing faintly in the shadows, and a overflowing ashtray sat on the small table next to his chair. He stared blankly at the light spilling in through one of the expansive windows.

God, he looked as bored as she felt. She caressed Beast lightly, sighing, watching him for a few minutes.

Nothing, as expected. She flipped to the next screen. Kamui, sitting in a tree, looking like he was going to cry. Nothing different there. Sorata, making a fool of himself for Arashi. Arashi, ignoring Sorata. Same, onto the next. Karen, draped across a bed, reading.

Not even the whore was being interesting today. Usually Satsuki picked up a few interesting things when watching her. Next.

Yuzuriha, the girl, who had been studying for the last several hours. But now, she wasn't at the desk covered in Pocky boxes and textbooks. Instead, she was sprawled on her bed, bathing in the sunshine that drenched the room.

She had changed at some point, into a loose tank top whose straps didn't seem to want to stay up and another one of those blasted pleated skirts. A cluster of blossoms was tucked haphazardly behind her ear, and a book lay loosely in one hand, the other cupped over the small body of Inuki, who was curled up against her side. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed.

Yuzuriha stretched slightly, her skirt slipping slightly up her thigh, and Satsuki paused as she was about to shut off the feed.

Beast hummed inquisitively and Satsuki shrugged irritably. "She moved." She clicked the camera off, frowning.

The comforting whine of the machine settled back down and she leaned back into her seat, closing her eyes. A cable slid across the skin of her thigh in a silent caress.