Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. I do, however, own a fruit smoothy and a Kyou hat.
"The Cat Reaper"
Chapter 1: The Reaper
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Kyou finally urged himself awake. He went downstairs and found breakfast on the table. He found a note saying that Tohru left to go to school early to help out with the culture festival preperations. Kyou sat down and started eating. Yuki and Shigure eventually joined him.
" So, Kyou. Where have you hidden our precious flower?" Shigure asked. Kyou twitched. " How the hell am I supposed to know!" He yelled. Yuki sighed. " Shigure... There's a note right infront of you saying where Miss Honda is..." He said calmly.
" Well, it was nice but I have some work to do" Shigure sang as he left, avoiding to reply to Yuki. Both of the young boys sighed. " I can't believe he's an adult!" Kyou said.
" Me either... We should probably get going..." Yuki said as he stood up, grabbing his bag and walking out the door.
Kyou was about to walk out too when the phone rang. He looked at it and went to pick it up. " Hello, Kyou Sohma speaking..." He answered. He stopped dead upon hearing the cruel laughter of someone he knew.
" Hello Kyou. It's me... Your boss..." She said. Kyou felt a slight shiver. " I can't do any appointments right now...i have to go to school..." Kyou said. The woman's voice just got a bit louder. " Then after..." She said.
" Fine..." Kyou said. " Who's the guy? or girl?" He asked. There was an awkward silence. Then the voice softened into a whisper. " Don't tell anyone... But your appointment is with..." Another silence sent Kyou a chill down his spine. " Ayame Sohma..." The woman finished. Kyou's eyes burst open as he dropped the phone.
After a bit Kyou picked up the phone, pressing it to his ear with his head low. " Understood ma'am..." He whispered as he hung up. How could Kyou do this? How can he take away a life of his own blood? A member of the family? Sure he hated Ayame sometimes. But... To kill him? But Kyou had no choice.
Kyou got his bag and ran out, running to school.
