Beg Note: I'm not so miserable now as I was for the past few days, I got sucked into a little depression although I was doing load of things. But now I have the inspiration to continue my story but just encase it may not live up to the first I put it into a new story, a different name. This is a two-shot one from Kyo and the other Yuki. Oh and I don't own fruits basket.
Kyo was overwhelmed by Yuki's confession, he had not known how to react. Was it a joke? But it seemed so real. And then he had said the only thing he could think off. The same words he had been saying for what felt like eternity. And he would keep saying, until he defeated that rat. Until he KILLED that mouse! Then he would kill himself and in death they would be together. But not in hatred, the dead could not hate, just as one.
Kyo had never considered why he had wanted this to be his fate. Did he really want to dye so much? Did he really want to murder? Tohru had shown him another way; she had come, with her innocence, an inner light, without hate. At first he didn't want to see her, what was she doing here? But she had accepted him when she should have not, she had even made him confess.
He had admitted to wanting to be like Yuki. That is what he wanted, he didn't really want to kill Yuki, and he didn't really want to die. He wanted to live, maybe that was all Yuki wanted.
He was going to confront that rat, he wanted answers. He needed to know, he needed redemption and Yuki was the only one who could offer.
"Yuki," Kyo went flying against the wall and then felt a weight on him. Kyo felt anger rise from deep within him, it was a trick, the damned rat knew him too well, knew he would follow and demand answers. And now he was ambushed, and gasping for air, the arm crushing into his neck was making him unable to think.
"I don't love you, I hate you. You're a stupid cat and don't deserve to ever enter the zodiac. The only thing you deserve is to be locked up forever," Kyo was hurt, he could see the hate and anger in the purple eyes of his attacker. It was the only thing he could recognise and it cut deep into him like a knife. He didn't hate Yuki, he disliked the rat immensely and this hurt, the raw hate.
Before this day the two had fought like cat and mouse, that was what they were, they tossed obscenities at each other, a lot of hatred but it wasn't real hate it was pain. They had been sharing their pain the only way they knew how.
End note: so how was that? I want to know if it was good as my other story 'The Moon Stained Red'