Pairings: Hatsuharu/Kyou, Rin/Tohru, Hatori/Kazuma

Warnings: AU, male/male, female/female, violence, vulgar language, rape

Disclaimer: Ha! I don't own Fruits Basket. If I did, I'm pretty sure Akito would still be a guy. Poor Chad Cline.

Rating: M to NC-17

A/N: I hate introductions. I've done so many now. Hello I'm Ren. I write for fun now, but I one time I wrote to bring in the dough. Now I'm just a clerk at a bookstore. I make fun of people who are mean to me, or who don't pay the amount I have told them. Seriously, don't give me teary eyes and tell me you don't have the fifteen cents needed. If I seem irritable in my author notes, it's because my mother is having another child and I'm helping my sister pack to return home. I've gotten a total of three hours of sleep. I'm cranky. Forgive me.

I've taken the liberty of turning Haru into a twenty years of age pervert. Kyou is seventeen.

The title is derived from the song, The Whereabouts of Truth, by Chiyako Fukuda.

-The Whereabouts of Truth-

Kyou groaned inwardly as Kagura tugged him along, her skirt flitting up to reveal Nekokoneko panties. Kyou would have laughed if he gave a care. No, entrance exams were coming up and he still needed to help his dearest friend with Math and Social Languages.

"Oh Kyou! Look! HOWLING is playing here! Let's go!"

And once again the young woman resumed pulling Kyou around like he was a rag doll. At this point in his life, he didn't bother trying to fight it. Ever since childhood he had clung to her, and now it all came around full circle to bite him in the ass. He was lonely, the teen realized too late as he watched a distant cousin, Yuki, talk so calmly with everyone else while Kyou was ignored.

The day of his mother's death was the worst. When he had only Kagura to lean on, she too left him. His father blamed the death of his wife on the tiny orange top. But his new fathers, Kazuma and Hatori Sohma, never once blamed him, and instead coddled him and taught him more than life or school ever could.

He was grateful to them both. He loved them more than he could remember loving his biological father.

"Kyoun-Kyoun! We didn't know you came here," exclaimed two of his classmates as they pushed themselves between Kagura and the orange haired teen. Kyou grinned as he shrugged, letting himself be led to the table they occupied.

"How come you two aren't studying like sensei said? You know she'll beat some sense into you if you fail again." The blonde haired boy laughed nervously while the brunette shuddered. Sensei was not a woman to be trifled with. She was a friend of Hatori-outo's ex-wife Kana, and despised outo from leaving the woman for another man.

Kyou stared worriedly at his fathers and the women that stood in the doorway. One was crying as the other yelled. Kyou felt tears well up as well as he ran out, grabbing to the younger father's leg.

"Kazuma-outo! W-what's going on?!"

Kazuma smiled sadly as he bent down to cradle Kyou close; Hatori was glaring stiffly at Kana's friend. Kana stared down at Kyou, her surprise obvious. The tiny boy stared back up with confusion, hugging closer to his father's head as he was lifted. Hatori cleared his throat, catching every one's attention.

"Kana, I love you dearly, but as you can see, I have a family now that needs me. I know you too, have someone waiting for you, yes? I will not say you cannot come and visit. You are as much Kyou's mother as Kazuma is his father. Please understand my side of this as well."

Kana stepped forward, her arms outstretched timidly to Kazuma. "Please, may I hold him once before I go?" The young man smiled fondly as he gingerly handed his son to the woman, the boy's arms wrapping securely around her neck as he sobbed onto his shoulder.

Kyou smiled at the memory, his fingers twitching at the remembrance of the way Kana's hair felt between the digits. After that time, Kana had visited frequently to play or take care of him while Hatori took care of patients, and Kazuma taught at the dojo. Kana was like the mother he would never have.

"Kyou!! Why didn't you wait for me?!"

All eyes were on the young woman who wore a mint green dress and a ragged neko backpurse. Her brown eyes were piercing Kyou's head with rage, but the teen could care less he patted the seat next to himself. The girl immediately returned to her chipper mood and sat, latching to Kyou's arm.

Screams, hollers, and hoots filled the thick club as every one focused their attentions to the stage, where a tall, long haired raven haired woman stood. Her dark eyes roved the crowd before she smirked. The lights brightened to reveal the rest of the band. Kagura squealed as she pointed to the bassist: he looked to be in his late teens, with bi-coloured hair and gaudy necklaces and rings. His greyed eyes fell on the shrieking girl, his smile soft as he waved.

Kyou scoffed as he took a sip of his friend's water, his tongue darting to catch the droplets that ran from his lower lip. He noticed the bassist staring intently at him, making a light pink tinge his cheeks. The musician gave a tiny grin before focusing back to the music.

The rest of the night went close to smoothly, what with Kagura's constant declarations of love for Kyou, and the teen's friends congratulating their 'marriage.' But now it was well pass two in the morn' and he needed to get Kagura home and ready for school. But she was proving the task difficult as she kept swaying and stumbling until she merely crawled on the sidewalk.

"C'mon Kagura-nii. I promised Okaa-sama that you'd be home before four."

After another few minutes of struggling with the woman he fell to the ground, pulling Kagura onto his lap as he flipped through the numbers on her phone. There was his house, her house, and then a mile of numbers he didn't recognize. If he called his house, Hatori-outo would be angry. If he called Kagura's home, Okaa-sama would be disappointed in him.

If they combined the money they had, it could be enough to reach the Sohma Main Estate. He could ask for someone at the main gate to come and pick her up, and then he could walk the eight miles home. Struggling to stand, Kyou hefted Kagura into his arms, his legs shaking with the extra weight. The nearest taxi stop was two kilometres from where he stood now.

"Hey, need some help?"

Kyou blinked as he looked over his shoulder to see the bassist from HOWLING. He wore now a long white, fur-lined knee long coat, his black combat boots stained with white out and band-aids of different colours and designs. His smile was soft, kind; it reminded Kyou of Kazuma in many ways.

"Uhm, well, I need some money for a taxi. But, I think I'll have enough with Kagura-nii's share as well. So, I don't think I need any help."

The man chuckled as he pulled out a pink jeweled phone with a cow key chain. Kyou couldn't help but stare blatantly at the outrageous electronic, his face resembling that of pure shock.

"Oi, Rin. Did you leave yet? I actually need to drop some friends off, is that cool?" After a few moments of silence, the bi-coloured haired man grinned and laughed, giving his farewells before hanging up. His cool gaze was once more turned to Kyou, making the teen blush.

"My name's Hatsuharu, but just Haru will do. And you are?"

"Err, Kyou! Kyou Sohma. I'd bow and say 'nice to meet you' but well," Kyou looked to the giggling lump in his arms and sighed. Really, this woman. Haru smiled as he glanced back in time to see a rather clean, sleek black car come into view. Kyou swallowed the lump in his throat, his arms shaking violently.

The car slowed to a halt before the two, and the window slowly descended to reveal a very, very angry Hatori-outo. Kagura let out a squeal as she fell from Kyou's arms, her legs barely supporting herself.

"'Tori-nii! Didn't know you...you came here...How's Shishou-san?"

Hatori sighed as he shut off the engine and removed himself from the vehicle, careful to meet Kagura before she met the concrete. His cool eyes went from Kyou, to Haru, silently questioning. Haru smiled politely as he bowed, moving over to take the teen's hand in his own.

"I'm Hatsuharu, sir, and I'm interested in your...Kyou-kun."

-TBC-

Prologue ende! For those of you who loath the addition of japanese words, copy and paste this below help to better yourself and your anger issues. Seriously, I don't want to deal with a kid who can't get over their irrational fear of learning some thing new. So, save this helpful guide and bring it up when you read another's Japanese laden fanfic. I'm sure mine is toned down, compared to others where every other sentence is, "Iie, demo saa. Onegai." So on and so forth.

Meanings:

San, chan, kun, sama, dono: all are honorifics used in respect for a person, chan meant to be cute and generally for girls, while sama shows high respect, normally for the head of a clan or the president of a company.

Shishou: the master of a dojo. If you read the manga, you know this is what the Sohma children use to refer to Kazuma.

Outo: father

Okaa: mother

Nekokoneko: The cute twin cats from Azumanga Diaoh. I figured that while also being uber in love with Kyou, she will also wear kitty panties!

Itadakimasu: mainly "I will partake of this." Haru will be using that term later.

Nii: a term for "older brother/older sister" Kyou uses Nii as a shortened version of Onee, for "big sister." Kagura uses Nii as a shortened version of Onii, for "big brother"

Sensei: the term for teacher. This pops up more often than not in manga.

As stated earlier, this is merely a prologue. It's not meant to be long. Also, please, if you can refrain, don't send a review saying "UPDATE SOON!" because at current, I'm focusing on one particular series and I want to complete that before I can give my full attention to this series. I'm sure other authors can understand this logic. Thank you for your understanding...or lack of.

Well, I suppose that's it. Until we meet again-