OK! So a new fic! I was inspired by the song "When she loved me" from Toy Story two.
Kyoru, as always Oo
When she loved me.
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful
The orange haired teen dragged himself out of bed and down the hallway to the bathroom. His tongue felt heavy and was coated with some nasty furry substance. Probably from the night before he thought, fighting his way through the fog that waved in front of his eyes.
As the cold water sprayed onto his muscled torso, his brain began to wake up a little, and he started to remember clearly what had happened last night.
He had been training diligently as was his wont, when Akito had paid him a visit. This was a rare enough occurrence in itself, and was enough to put him into shock as what she had come to tell him. Tohru had been hospitalised for exhaustion.
"She's been working too hard, Kyo," Akito had murmured into his ear, malice spiking every syllable. "Working hard for everyone in that house. It seems she's forgotten about her little monster…"
After she had left, Kyo hit his liquor cabinet. He still had no idea why he had a liquor cabinet. It probably had something to do with the previous cat- he had died in here after all. Kyo shuddered at the thought.
Every hour spent together, lives within my heart
He still thought about her; the way her eyes lit up every time she saw him, the way she spoke his name, as if it tasted like pure happiness. Her slim frame silhouetted against the window in the kitchen as she prepared another delicious meal. Her soft, homely fragrance that followed her about the house like a shadow, but lingered in his heart like a wound…
…The way she clung to him when the Sohma officials had come to collect him. He could still feel her grip on his arm, weak and desperate.
And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears
He had tried to soothe her as best as he could. He wiped away the tears that streamed down her face, but they were replaced with new ones immediately after. He stroked her hair and murmured kind words, whilst trying to keep his heart from breaking. The other Sohma's turned their faces away respectfully. They knew that she alone was the only person he wanted to say goodbye to.
And when she was happy, so was I
How many times had he walked into the house, his mood as black as thunder, only to be greeted with her sweet smile, her "welcome home Kyo-kun, how was your day?", and for his mood to lighten a thousand shades, spiralling upwards to the dizzy heights of happiness? With a single smile from her he could feel human again, and when she laughed, nothing could make him miserable.
When she loved me
That was then. Now he was alone and confined, separated from her by a few impenetrable walls, that- if he put his mind to it- he could probably punch through.
Did she think of him?
Through the summer and he fall, we had each other, that was all.
He couldn't remember the exact moment he fell in love with her. Maybe it was when she ran after him that night his true form was revealed. Or maybe it was even before that, when he was a child; sneaking into her garden to watch her eat her solitary meals; worrying about whether she was happy or not; wanting to be close to her.
Just she and I together, like it was meant to be
When she had reappeared in his life again, after the tragedy of her mother's death, Kyo cursed fate. How could it play such cruel tricks on people, and yet still be blameless and acceptable? He could only wonder. However, she had mended him over time; slowly but surely she closed the gaping raw holes of his past.
And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her
How many of the other Sohma's knew about her fears of being left behind? She had told him, and him only that she thought of her father as a villain. He had left her behind and tempted her mother to do the same. Her granddad had told him as much, but he had also heard it from her own mouth.
She was so distressed and in pain; he was not one for words, so he did the only thing he could. He hugged her; he held onto her as hard as possible, grasping at her small body from the other side of the sheet, absorbing her warmth, and giving her his own. And she pressed her head into his chest and cried, needing him as much as he needed her.
And I knew that she loved me
Stepping out of the shower, he sighed. How many years had it been since he had said his last goodbye? He glanced into the steamed up mirror that hung opposite him; if he could have seen into it, a chiselled jaw and hardened eyes would have stared right back at him. Was that his face? So hard and angry and…
…lonely?
So the years went by, I stayed the same. But she began to drift away.
Was she lonely too? Did she miss him as much as he missed her? At night, did she retreat to the rooftop of his former home and cry in his spot?
I was left alone
Stomping into his living room, he began his morning training routine of stretches and breathing exercises. Soon after, his maidservant knocked on his door and poked her head nervously around the frame to announce that she had his breakfast.
She was young, barely half his age. He winced at the thought. Twelve years spent in confinement and he was criticising teenagers, when he himself still felt like one. Repressing his bitter feelings of a stolen youth, he thanked the girl for the food, and ripped into a bowl of rice.
Still I waited for the day when she'd say "I will always love you"
He had long buried the hope that she would come and visit him. Even if she wanted to, he was pretty sure that Akito would never allow it. And why would she still want to after so long a time had elapsed? If she had any sense she would be married with kids, living in her own house and living her own life. But as much as he thought that that was what she should be doing, he didn't want it to be that way. He selfishly wanted her to stay alone, thinking about him and only him, never wavering from his side… even if it was just in a figurative sense.
Lonely and forgotten, never thought she'd look my way
Having done with his breakfast, Kyo wandered to his porch, where the sun shone brighter. Plus, he got a view of the Sohma grounds which had to be better than his own four walled prison.
He stretched luxuriously and flopped down onto his mat, all the while contemplating what he would do that day. After all, there was only so much training he could bring himself to do, and Shishou had always said: "everything in moderation".
His eyes scanned the all too familiar landscape; the treetops swayed in the usual light breeze that always seemed to blow here; the hedges lined the usual deserted pathway, the gravel lay un- trodden. He turned his head to see around the corner of the house but snapped back to its original position as a flash of movement captured his attention.
It was miniscule, and any other person would have missed it, but to Kyo, it was proof of life. His eyes remained fixed on the hedge next to the path, hoping and praying with all his might that it was someone he could exchange greetings with at least. God knows he had lost his limited supply of social skills.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly slow, a face appeared from around the greenery. A face, framed with mid length chestnut hair…
His breath caught in his throat. Surely not, after all this time…? Was there something in his breakfast that had caused him to hallucinate? It hadn't tasted any different…
The girl- now woman- stepped forwards nervously, revealing her figure in its entirety. She had blossomed since he had last seen her. But of course she would have. It had been twelve long years…
The numbing sensation in his brain made him realise that he hadn't exhaled yet. He did so, then stood up so quickly that he could have been mistaken for a jack-in-a-box. She stopped short, as if his sudden movement had frightened her off. Perhaps it had…
She smiled at me, and held me, just like she used to do.
"K-Kyo-kun…?" Her voice was deeper now, but still retained that imperceptible sweetness, that timeless quality of kindness and love.
Kyo felt weak and light headed. This wasn't happening… he was the cat, and his dreams never came true.
Slowly, she gave him a tentative smile, as if it would break her face if she wasn't too careful. He held onto the fence of his porch- if he didn't then he was convinced he would lose any will to stand.
Suddenly they were clinging onto each other like their lives depended on it. He was engulfed by everything that was her; her smell, her sound, her body, her being. He buried his head in her hair and smelled that homely smell that had haunted him in his waking nightmare.
A trickle dropped off of the end of his nose. When had he started crying?
She herself was trembling like a leaf. She clung to him as desperately as she had clung to him when they were saying goodbye- only the passing of time had proved her to be more passionate than anyone could have imagined.
Like she loved me, when she loved me…
"I love you Kyo-kun", she sobbed into his shirt. Her knees gave way and she fell to the soft springy grass, dragging him with her. He went willingly, not wanting to part from her ever again. If this was a dream, then he wanted it to last as long as possible.
She looked into his eyes, her face shiny with tears. "A-a-all this time, and you haven't changed…" she whispered, a watery grin playing across her face.
He made a noise halfway between a chuckle and a sob. " I can't say the same for you… your hair…" He pulled gently on a silky strand, only half the length of what it used to be.
"It started to get in the way…" she admitted, pulling at his hand and holding it in her own.
When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful, every hour spent together lives within in my heart
"I don't understand what's happening…" he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why… how…?"
"The curse is broken." She replied quietly. "There is nothing holding you here anymore…"
When she loved me…
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Nalanna xx