Vampire Kitty v-v
Vampire Knight & Fruits Basket
Cross Over
By Raekitty13
Disclaimer: If I owned Fruba I would have made Tohru easy to hate & I am not nearly clever enough to have created Vampire Knight
Author's Notes: All credit to the creation of this story goes to my best friends Zena and Lessa. They helped me to imagine this world, ironically enough I don't think either of them know about Vampire Night or Fruba. But in a buddy chat we were discussing Vampires and cats and BAM Vampire Kitty was born in my mind. I mean come on, what's sexier than Kyo Sohma? Kyo Sohma as a vampire, of course! But enough of my rambling and on with the story!
Chapter One: Blood Lust
Kyo woke up with a large headache. Sitting up in bed he automatically clutched his head in pain. "What the hell?" Kyo wondered to himself. "It feels like I either busted my head open or drank waaay too much of Shigure's liqueur." And as far as he could tell, he had done neither the night before.
But that wasn't exactly saying much. He couldn't remember what had happened last night. For some odd reason, the last thing he could remember about the previous night's events was Yuki and Tohru. They had been talking late last night in Tohru's room. Kyo, upon walking into the conversation unnoticed had heard his name being said by his rival in apparently all things, and stalked off to his favorite hiding spot.
Sitting up on the roof he had reflected on what he had heard. "Kyo is so..."Yuki had said something in a nasty voice and shortly after Tohru had responded with a "Yes, I agree. It is quite odd." And with that, Kyo had stormed off. He still suspected that Yuki had a better chance with Tohru than he did. Yuki was always better than him at everything. So why would women be any damn different? Well obviously, surprise, surprise, they weren't.
Standing up, Kyo's vision went from clear to all black and then to spots of both. "Damn," He muttered, sitting down again, feeling faint. "What the hell did I do to myself last night?" he asked as he closed his eyes.
Laying his head back on his pillows his head landed in something wet and slightly sticky. "What the-"turning his head and opening his eyes he saw the substance was dark-almost brown- red. Panic began to kick in as he realized it was blood. Looking at it he realized he could smell it.
It was a rusty, tangy kind of smell. It was sickening, and unfortunately the smell was only worsening his headache, making his stomach act up and his head spin. Some how he could tell it was his blood, so the real question wasn't "who had I hurt this time" but "how did I end up hurting myself".
The first place his eyes sought out was his wrists. Raising them to eye level while remaining in his laying position Kyo saw that there were no cuts of any sort upon them. Instead there were bruises that looked oddly enough like hand prints. Studying them Kyo asked out loud, "How did these get here? The only one that can take me is Yuki... did we get into a fight?"
Images of Yuki pinning him to the ground played themselves through his mind, but he shook them away. Yuki didn't pin him when they fought. He just flat out kicked his ass. So Yuki being involved wasn't an option.
Although, if Hatsuharu had gone black on him, he might pin him... But Hatsuharu hadn't been over last night, that much he was sure of. "So what happened to me last night?"
Someone else had to be involved. He couldn't have made those marks on his wrists. Growling, Kyo cursed himself for how sluggish his brain seemed to be moving this morning. He had been sitting here for how long trying to figure out what had happened to himself, and yet he still didn't know where he was bleeding from! "If I were to attack someone, and I didn't shoot them, or slit their wrists, where would I attack them?"
Almost instantly his hands flew to his throat. But the front side of his throat was fine. It wasn't until his hands began to slide down in confused defeat that they became coated in something sticky. He didn't have to bring his left hand up to his face to know it was covered in blood. But why would an attacker from the front, go for the side of his neck?
Further more, why didn't it hurt if it was bleeding so profusely? Standing up slower than the first time, Kyo walked to the bathroom, his hand covering his wound encase anyone else was up. He didn't want them to know, especially Tohru. She would worry and Kyo hated it when she worried. She was so pretty when she smiled.
The simple thought of Tohru made Kyo smile and his heart race. He felt his face flush slightly and his hands began to sweat. He refused to admit it to anyone but himself, but he loved her. She was his everything. At first he had thought she was so annoying. Who the hell could always be so cheerful anyway? But as time progressed, he had learned to like her. But he had been so afraid before, that she wouldn't except him for what he really was, a monster, meaning he wouldn't even allow himself to love her. That had all changed when she had accepted him. That had all changed when she hadn't run away from him that rainy night.
Now, he was unconditionally head over heels for her. But he couldn't tell her that. She didn't like him like that. She liked Yuki. Everybody liked Yuki. Kyo was just lucky to have her in his life. She was his everything, his hope, his will. Without her, Kyo had decided a long time ago, he would be nothing, like before. He would be just another a monster in a cruel, cold world.
Turning on the light, Kyo pulled off his shirt and closed the door. Before even looking in the mirror he turned on the shower; his shirt was covered in blood. Making sure to lock the door, he finally looked levelly into the mirror. He met his own dark eyes. Gaining the courage to explore the extent of his injury (his shirt HAD been sopping with blood) Kyo stared at himself. His brilliant orange hair and his slim face. Letting his eyes wander slowly, he would have missed the two pin pricks in the crook where his neck met his shoulder had it not been for the blood.
Leaning forward toward the mirror, he realized they were bite marks... The pupils of his eyes dilated despite the bright bathroom light. A horrid memory was lurking just beyond his conscious grasp. As his heart rate increased to terrifying levels everything when black again.
He woke up a couple of minutes later, his head on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. He had passed out. He wasn't sure if it was from lack of blood or pure fright. All he knew was that he now aware of the full events of last night. Shuddering, he stood up and finished undressing. Stepping into the shower he tried to cleanse himself of the nightmare last night had presented him with.
He cried out as the pain of the bite finally displayed itself under the warm water.
Tohru was in the kitchen preparing a picnic lunch for herself and the rest of the Sohma family. Today was the seventh day of the seventh month. They were going to watch the two separated lovers be reunited in their star form tonight. She was making lemonade, Onigiri, tuna sandwiches, strawberry short cake, and leek salad. When suddenly she heard something rather large connect with the floor creating a loud crashing noise.
"Kyo?" She called out. He was the only one in the house at the time. Yuki was out in the garden picking strawberries for the strawberry shortcake she had yet to bake and Shirgue would be in a meeting until five tonight. When she didn't get an answer, she assumed he had simply fallen out of bed and would be down soon enough. She hadn't taken the running shower water into consideration at all.
She continued to prepare the meal unfazed. Kyo appeared twenty minutes later in the kitchen, smiling slightly as he watched her work before he moved to the fridge to grab the carton of milk.
"Wha'cha doing?" he asked.
"Making a picnic dinner!" Tohru beamed at him. "So we can eat outside when the fairy and cowboy are reunited."
Kyo smiled at her. She didn't know what those words meant to him. "When you say we...?"
"Oh, well you and me of course," She blushed slightly at Kyo's larger smile and hurriedly continued. "And Shigure, Momiji, Yuki-"
"NOT THAT DAMNED RAT!" Kyo burst before he could stop himself. "I'M NOT GOING IF YUKI IS!"
Tohru looked up at his outburst, surprised- not because he had yelled at the mention of his rival, but because he was wearing a turtle neck. "Kyo, what are you wearing?"
Her question seemed to startle the aggravation right off his face, "Uhh, nothing, it's just cold."
"You never wear restricting clothes, even during the winter," Tohru was generally easy to pull a quick one over, but there were somethings that even Tohru couldn't miss. "And it's July. Kyo, what's wrong?"
"Nothing! I just wanted to look nice. I can change if it bugs you," he bluffed, his palms sweating.
"Oh! I didn't mean-! It looks nice, Kyo! NO! Leave it... Help me with the Strawberry short cakes?" Tohru asked, slightly flushed.
Kyo smiled, Tohru really was gullible... no wonder she was always so worried. He obliged to help her with the strawberry short cakes all the same although, he did add one condition; "You have to sit with me during the fireworks."
Kyo stared down at the tops of his sneakers as Yuki walked in the back door, a small basket of strawberries hanging by his side. "Oh, am I interrupting something, Honda-San?"
"No!" Both Tohru and Kyo exclaimed before Kyo stormed away.
"He was blushing... What did I miss?" Yuki demanded as the upstairs door slammed.
"Well, for starters... Kyo was wearing a turtleneck... " Tohru said, staring at where Kyo had been moments before. "He's been acting weird all morning. First he slept in really late, and then I could have sworn I heard someone fall. Then he shows up down here in a turtleneck."
Yuki nodded. "That is pretty weird, even for the Cat. If he didn't hate me so much, I'd go up and see what's wrong."
Tohru looked at Yuki taking his hint. "Can you clean the strawberries for me?"
Yuki smiled. "Of course, Honda-San."
Tohru approached his door softly and slowly. She knew something was wrong, but what to say? How did she let him know that she was here for him no matter what? Her thoughts caused her to stumble and she landed against Kyo's bedroom door harder than she had planned to knock.
"Go away." Came Kyo's growled response as he shed the annoyingly tight shirt.
Tears stung at Tohru's eyes instantly. Instead she whispered, "Kyo, what's wrong?"
Kyo, having sensitive ears picked up on her whispered cry naturally. He got up from his bed and placed his head against the cool wood of his door. Hand poised on the door handle, ready to turn it if he needed to, bare chest exposed to the rough grain as his cheek was. He answered, "Tohru, is that you?"
Tohru instinctively placed her head against the door, unknowingly placing it in relatively the same place as Kyo had with his own head. She didn't raise her voice any louder than when she had first spoken. "Kyo, please, I know something is wrong. You can talk to me."
Could he really talk to her? Was it worth cleansing his fear only to have her worry? The answer was flat out no. But was it okay to have her cry because she didn't understand? Kyo felt that wasn't acceptable either. He had been trying so hard lately not to make her cry. He'd gotten better with his attitude, he snapped less and smiled more. He had thought he was really making process. And then some moron had to go and bite him. Maybe he wouldn't use that term anymore when he got fed up with someone...
Any way he looked at it, the bite marks would go away. He'd be perfectly fine after a while. There was nothing he would need to say to Tohru, after all, there really was nothing to worry about. He smiled.
"I'm fine, really, Tohru. Don't worry, don't cry, okay? I'm just tired." He wished to open the door and caress her cheek, to wipe away the tears he knew he would see if the door wasn't in his way, to pull her into his arms, tight against his chest and never let her go. As it was, he could do none of the above, one because if he were to open the door she would see the bite marks on his neck and worry and two, because if he were to see her tears and caress her cheek, he would feel the irresistible urge to hug her. What good would he be to her as a fur ball? Not much when it came to the kind of cheering he wanted to do.
Tohru didn't believe him for an instant. She couldn't comprehend why he wouldn't simply tell her what was wrong. Perhaps he was trying to protect her from something, but what? She wanted him to feel as though they could face anything together. She wanted him to feel as though he could rely on her for anything. "Kyo, you know, you can come to me for anything. I'll listen and help in anyway I can. You know that, right?"
"Yes." "Does that mean I'm going to, no. And not because I don't love you, but because I do love you and I don't want you to worry about me." Kyo added silently.
She wiped her eyes. "So, when you're ready to talk about it, you'll come find me?"
"Tohru, there's nothing to talk about..." Kyo sighed into the door, wishing more than ever to open it.
"Just say yes, that way she can go about cooking my picnic dinner." Shigure chirped making both Tohru and Kyo jump.
"What the hell!? Don't talk about Tohru like that!" Kyo shouted through the door at the same time that Tohru turned and exclaimed cheerfully, "Shigure! You're not to be back until five!"
"Well, you see..." Shigure grinned as he wrapped his arm around Tohru;s shoulder and began to tell her of how he tortured his editor yet again. "And she said that she felt ill and must go home. It was rather sad. I was really looking forward to partying until five, too. But I figured I might as well come home and help with the preparation."
"How sweet of you!" Tohru cheered. "Yuki and I could use some help in the kitchen!"
"Are you sure that's a good idea? He just tortured his editor with uncooked fish..." Kyo demanded, face crestfallen into one of skepticism.
"That coming from the man hiding behind his bedroom door!" Shigure jested. "Come, Tohru. I shall help you with what ever you need help with, Love!"
Kyo groaned, but did not say anything more. Instead he retreated to his bed. Curling up into a ball, as his cat-like intuition demanded, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
"Kyo! Kyo! KYO!" Kyo awoke with a start as Momiji sky-rocketed onto his bed, jolting him from sleep instantly. He arched his back and lashed out violently with his right fist.
"TOHRU!" Momiji cried. "KYO HIT ME! TOOOOHHRUUUU!"
Tohru stuck her head in the door way as Kyo opened his eyes, Momiji was already clinging to her arm. He sobbed, "All I was trying to do was tell him that it was time for the celebration! And then he HIT me! For ABSOULTELY nothing!"
"Shhh," Tohru hushed him in a motherly fashion as Shirgue came up behind them.
"You should know better by now not to attack Kyo when he's sleeping, Momiji." Shigure chided. "I'm surprised he didn't mistake you for Tohru and try to-"
Yuki coughed loudly, cutting Shigure off while causing Tohru and Momiji jump. He came up into the doorway as well. "Kyo, you'd better get up and dressed. Hatsuharu will be here any minute and if he sees you like that, he just might go black on you..."
Kyo growled. "I can't get dressed until everybody leaves!"
Kyo was soon helping Tohru set up the yard. They were unfolding the large, red and white checkered picnic blanket over the deep green grass. It whipped open, tenting itself to a high peak before slowly falling down to settle on top of the grass. They then proceeded to set the plates and plastic cups while Yuki, Momiji and Hatsuharu were setting up the bug lanterns around the back yard.
"It's going to be so pretty! Don't you think so, Kyo?" Tohru chimed.
Before Kyo could even respond, Momiji had replied, "Absolutely! Don't you just love the story? It's so romantic! I wrote a song for the violin, especially for this day! Do you want to hear it? I can play it for you! Mind you it won't be anywhere near as good as when I play someone else's music."
"Oh, Momiji! I'm sure it will be amazing. Please do play it!" Kyo couldn't help but adore the way she looked when she smiled. The sun, just getting ready to set, only added to the visual beauty before him.
Soon, Momiji's violin music was echoing around the yard, and Kyo had to hand it to him, the music was exceptionally well, especially for a little, annoying kid. He smiled at how entranced Tohru seemed to be by the music. What he wouldn't give to go up to her and wrap his arms around her waist, to pull her close and dance with her until the end of time, with her breath on his shoulder. Her arms wrapped around his neck, gently pulling him closer...
Shaking his head to clear it of such fatuous fantasies, Kyo caught the first of the fireworks. Tohru and the others had finally finished setting up the picnic area. He signed, knowing that with the family curse still in place, he could never hold Tohru close. Instead, he settled for sitting close on the blanket, sharing food, hands overlapping on the checkered squares.
"Kyo, try this one," Tohru gushed, holding up a rice ball for him to try.
He obliged, eating what she was holding out to him, nibbling her fingers playfully. As soon as the food hit his mouth, he felt like vomiting. It turned instantly to ash upon his tongue and he couldn't help but gag and spit it out. Instinctively he reached for the soda in his little red cup, but the soda only made the taste in his mouth worse. He spit it out as well.
Tohru watched in horror, looking down at a rice ball she had bitten off of, which was exactly like the one she had offered to Kyo. "Kyo? What's wrong? Did it taste that bad?"
Her facial expression looked so depressed, he couldn't tell her the truth. "No, I, uh, was choking," smiling he added, "I took too large of a bite."
"Oh," her facial expression switched from sad to concerned in five seconds flat. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah," again, he smiled despite the taste lingering in his mouth.
Her adorable smile returned. "Okay. So, do you want to try another one?"
"Sure," he smiled, secretly hoping it would taste better than the first one.
As she held it out to him, he felt his stomach lurch. He really was hungry (an observation he had just gathered, despite the awful taste of the last piece of food he had attempted to eat), but the smell was so revolting. His mouth couldn't bite down on it, instead, acting upon a mind of it's own, demanded, "What did you make these out of?"
"The same stuff I always make them out of," Tohru looked thoughtful. "Kyo, are you sure you're okay? These are your favorite."
Kyo watched her face intently, replying, "Yeah, I'm fine. I"m just not hungry," but even as he said it, his stomach lurched again, grumbling slightly, reveling his lie. Tohru didn't seem to notice as another boom filled the sky, lighting it brightly. Kyo continued to watch her facial features change in wonderment. The longer he stared, however, the more he became attracted to another part of her body, one slightly lower.
He watched her carotid pulse beating strongly in her delicately slim, tilted neck. He was mesmerized by it. His full attention was solely concentrated upon it and it only. Even as she turned to face him again, all he could see was her neck, all he could hear was her pulse.
"Kyo?" Her voice was only a background noise, indecipherable, as if he were underwater.
It was then that he began to move. As far as he could tell, there was no conscious thoughts running through his mind. He just kept moving closer to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, Tohru's pulsing neck.
The closer he got, the more the carotid artery began to flutter, rather than pulse, a sight that sent his nerves into over drive. He could smell her confusion, but there was no fear, slight excitement, but no fear. Perhaps she thought he was going to kiss her.
Kyo closed his eyes, his body moving, thinking on it's own. The next thing he knew, Tohru was screaming, shoving away from him with all her might. His eyes flew open, and she was staggering away from him, her eyes large with fear and disbelief, covered, head to toe in bright red...
Gasping, he managed to detect the strong rusty scent he knew all too well. Tohru was bleeding. "What the hell? Tohru, what's wrong?"
"Don't!" She shrieked, stepping further from him, making him realize he had gotten to his feet without planning to do so. "Don't come near me, monster!"
Kyo was struck by her words as if she had slapped him across the face, or stabbed in the heart. Monster? Kyo thought desperately as Tohru tore away from the blanket they had been sitting on. Did she just call me a monster?
Not daring to believe his ears, he spun around in panic, expecting to see some horrible creature. Anger had begun to flood his veins, how dare something try to harm Tohru, but when he turned around, there was nothing behind him. In turning around, he had also managed to look down, and saw before him, his clothes covered in what he knew was Tohru's blood. His pupils dilated to the extent where there was no iris left before he passed out, the rest of the Sohma family watching him from a distance, trying to figure out what had happened from a sobbing Tohru.