A/N: This is based on the anime, not the manga. So mainly, Akito is a guy. That's all. ONWARD!!!
Prologue
Why?
Why couldn't we still be friends? I knew the answer to that. We couldn't be friends because everyone was against it. Akito in particular. And that was the one we really cared about. He could make our lives absolutely miserable, so friendship was never really an option. We tried. We would meet in secret to play and talk when we were little. Then one of the children fell against me and I transformed. Hatori erased their memories and Akito forced me to live with him. It was very difficult to see Kyo at that time. The whole time Akito told me, every day, how gross the cat was and how freakish I was. He told me that I was supposed to hate the cat. That was my fate, to fight Kyo. By the time I was allowed out again, I was beginning to believe him.
Apparently, Kyo had started to believe him also. We did nothing but fight for almost two weeks. Then one night Kyo snuck into my room. He told me that he still wanted to be friends. So we tried. We fought every time we came into contact with each other in front of people. But we would meet on our own to talk. It wasn't until we were thirteen that anything became any kind of a problem. That was when we kissed. I don't know exactly how it happened. We were sitting on my bed talking and then he had my face in his hands and his lips on mine. That was all it was that first night.
But things progessed, as they have a tendancy to do. It wasn't long before we had to lock the doors in order to keep people from finding us during our heated make-out sessions. We frequently ended up shirtless with Kyo practically on top of me and my leg slung around his waist. I had hickies on my chest all the time. It was the happiest time I could remember.
I should have known it couldn't last.
I don't know if we were actually found out. I could never get Kyo to tell me for sure. But he started getting nervous. I asked him why he was never quite as into out making out as he had been at first, but he always denied that. Then one day he left. There was a note on my pillow that said, "Forget us. Hate me. It really is better this way."
I cried for days. He spent four whole months away from me. Those four months were the worst I had ever spent. When he came back he didn't try to talk to me, only fight. But still, I was happier with him around. Even if all we did was fight. Inside I was happy he had come back and was living with us.
I still hoped, however, that one day we could be together again.
A/N: More to come soon. REVIEW!!