Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou or any other members of 'Fruits Basket' AKA 'Furuba'. The wonderful Natsuki Takaya-sama is the holder of these characters and the concept of Furuba. -.-;; I just like to mess with them..! Well, don't sue me...because you'll probably just get...like...20 dollars out of it, anyway. You could go out and buy yourself some onigiri with that money, though... ::Ponders:: Uhh...I don't have any money...I swear! Looks around It's mine! ::Runs off::

Author's Note: I just finished book 5 of Fruits Basket, and I decided: "What the heck. I'll just write a Furuba fanfic, even if people don't like it! Yeah! Screw them!" So, I present this fic to you, not caring about anyone's opinion. Still, if you'd like to flame me about it, or even say it was 'cool', then go ahead. It'll make me feel good to know that people are actually reading my stuff. I'll tag on a PG-17 rating on it for language and the shounen-ai content it has...oh, and for anyone who wants to know...I was thinking about creating one about Yuki's thoughts, then bringing it together in the last chapter, but if I don't get reviews, or comments, I won't post it. xD! I have other things to work on, but if I get enough motivation, I'll think about it. This is an A/U fic. Arigatou!

Small Dedication: I dedicate this fanfic to my friends: Sunny, Nichole, and Max. It's to Sunny because she's the one who let me borrow her Furuba books, and got me interested in it in the first place. It's also towards Nichole and Max because, without them constantly picking at me to read the series, this fic wouldn't be here! Thanks all of you.

Translations: The following Japanese words can be found in the fic in order (Not repeated): 'Baka neko' 'Stupid Cat'...I wonder who that is... xD! 'Kuso nezumi' 'Damn Mouse'...Kyou's most favourite insult towards poor Yuki-kun...'Ushi' 'Cow'. That would be Haru-kun, of course! 'Kami-sama' 'God' ...Well, in this form anyway. xD! It can also mean: 'Paper' or 'Hair'...'Gomen nasai' 'I'm sorry'. I could have just used: 'Gomen', but Tohru-kun seems like she'd use the whole phrase...'Kuso' 'Damn'...

A Sick Obsession

Stomping up the stairs towards my room, I hear that idiotic girl calling up for me. She's telling me to stay, to finish what I was eating...she's apologizing about something she didn't even do. I ignore her coaxing words completely. Why the hell does Tohru always have to try to fix something that she didn't do? It was your fault, after all, 'Prince' Yuki. I make my way up to the roof via the little ladder in my room that I use to get away from you people. My eyes are burning with hatred towards you.

The night is cold, and I see the stars that are enveloped in the almost black sky. I just want to be left alone right now. The clothes that I'm wearing are keeping me warm enough. The red of my pants are now almost blood-red coloured in the light of the moon's rays. Still, the silver chains that are attached and cris-cross in the back are making loud, rattling noises that irritate the hell out of me. I guess anything irritates me right now...I swear, if anymore fury coarsed through my veins, my orange cat ears would have popped out of the top of my head...

I plop down rather ungracefully on the top of the roof, and outstretch my arms for a moment or two before I lace my fingers together and rest my head on my palms. As I stretched for a moment of bliss, my black shirt had moved upwards as well, uncovering my slightly tan skin at my stomach, and pulling the fabric taunt. My vermilion eyes stare out into the sky, and I know they are filled with anger. My eyebrows knit together in frustration as my mind wanders.

'...I hate you, you baka neko...'

"...Kuso-nezumi..."

'...You really are an idiot...'

"...Every time I'm in the same room as you..."

'...It's your fault...'

"...Or even look at you..."

'...Baka neko...'

"...I just want to scream out..."

'...I really hate this guy...'

"...I really hate this guy..!"

I'm pissed at you again. I just have to leave the room when you enter it, or I'm near you for too long, lest I punch your face in. I bet you'd laugh at that, too, wouldn't you? You'd tell me to grow up, and then say that I'll never beat you. You'll say that I won't ever be fast enough...strong enough...clever enough...well, you're wrong. You're DEAD wrong. I'm going to beat you one day, and when I do, I'm never going to stop laughing. Did you hear that, Yuki? I'll be laughing at the little 'Prince'...and when you think I'm done, I'll spit in your face and laugh some more.

But for now...you're the one whose getting the laughs...and that kills me.

You'd laugh at me just as you did a few minutes ago. Did you think it was funny to chop up those damn leeks you grew and put them in my soup? Well, it wasn't. Would it be funny if I fed you rat poison? I guess it wouldn't be fucking funny to you, but I'd sure as hell get a laugh outta it. I'd laugh as you fall to the floor and begin to twitch...look weak and helpless. I'd watch it takes effect on you, and stare as you begin to shiver...you'd soon get cold. Then, slowly, blood would begin to seep from your nose and stain your pale face...

...And, to make things worse, I'd bend over and ask what was wrong. A smile of pure hatred would be on my face as I did it too. I'd ask what was wrong with this horribly sick, obviously-mocking attitude in my voice. It'd make me smile and laugh to see you wince and flinch away from my hand that touches your violet-grey tresses, and brush a few strands out of your pale face...you'd gasp when I took your chin in my hand, and your eyes would widen. That's when I'd say: 'I finally beat you...' I'd then lean down and roughly kiss your lips...

I would get a thrill out of seeing your tears then. I'd kiss them away and laugh bitterly...and when you died...your body would finally be mine. You see...just beating you has become my entire life. And I won't stop until I achieve my goal...because you gotta have goals. Having you beaten is just one of my goals...and it's my main one. It's probably the only reason why I'm staying in this damn house with you. Do you think I give a fuck as to what Akito says or does? If I can't become a true member of the Sohma family, then screw him. He can't control my life...

I know why you hate me. It's because I know your flaws...I know all the little things about you that no-one else notices. Hey, if I spilled all your secrets to everyone at school, do you think there would be a 'Yuki Sohma fan-club' anymore? Sure, that damn ushi will probably turn 'black' and try to kill me...everyone would hate me...and Akito..? Heh. That bastard would probably want to blast me into oblivion. I'd like to see him try...but I'm not scared of him, nor anybody else.

...But you are. You're afraid of him, and your afraid of other people. You're afraid of rejection, and you know it. Failure scares you. You're one vain bastard too, you know that? These, though, aren't the things that drive me crazy. What makes me completely nuts is something that you hold over my head. You hold onto it like it's a fish in front of a cat's nose, just out of reach, and it makes me so angry. I paw at it, and you pull it away quickly, then slowly lower it again. Do you want to know what it is?

You're an arrogant, cocky, stubborn bastard.

See? You didn't need my help to tell you what you already know. I knew you'd get it right! Because you're such an intelligent little mouse...oh, my...did that sound too condescending? Well, maybe this will help you...fuck off. You may think I'm being an asshole...and maybe I am...but you can't say it, and mean it, unless you've experienced it too. Until you come to say that you, Yuki Sohma, are an asshole as well, I can laugh in your face.

What am I saying? 'Beating you is my entire life'..? Scratch that out. You are my entire life, Yuki Sohma. And I don't just want to beat you...I want you as well...

As I'm thinking these things, I close my eyes and sigh contentedly. Wanting you? ...I want Yuki Sohma? I snicker under my breath, and the warmth of my breath and the chilly-ness of the air around me mix together in a small burst of quickly-dissipating steam. My scarlet eyes open slowly and I stare out into the dark sky, a wind blowing past me that ruffles my odd, orange-coloured hair. I catch a scent...the scent of you. My eyes widen, and I hesitate for a moment...I wanted to sit up, but I stay still, gazing into the sky.

...Kami-sama above, your scent smells wonderful. I know I...shouldn't be saying that...but it's so...intoxicating. My sensitive nose picks up on it, and I feel the urge to get up from my spot and find out where your at. It doesn't help that I know you're somewhere close. My scarlet eyes dare to look at the small trap-door next to me to see if your poking your head up from the spot, and when they do, I have a disappointing sight of a closed door. Breathing out a quick sigh, I turn towards the sky again.

Heh...it doesn't help that I've seen you naked before. That's one of the few reasons why I like having Tohru here with us...she gives me an opportunity to see that wan, scrawny body of yours. Whenever I hear a loud: 'Gomen nasai!' ringing through the house, I know that she's turned you into your mouse form...why else would I quickly run to find you two? To yell at Tohru-kun for being so damn klutzy? Tch. I use that for cover up. I'm always stealing glances, though...

I feel my body start to shiver. These...desires, if you'd call them that...they flood over me once in a while. See, I've come to terms with myself. I've finally noticed that I've wanted...not only to defeat you in battle...but to have your body as well. Visions...of you underneath of me...of you being dominated by me. As these thoughts race through my mind, I shiver once again, a wave of indecent pleasure surges through my body...I feel a low growling in the back of my throat, and I know I'm purring roughly.

Imagine it...to see those beautiful grey eyes of yours fill with tears and close shut tightly...loud gasps and moans would fill the room as I pressed myself deep in you. I'd imagine your weak-looking hands to clench onto the pure white sheets that cover us...or into my hair that you'd pull on gently. I'd have you struggling and moaning. You'd submit under me... 'Kyou...' I'd hear you breath out, and your voice would intensify each time my name was sounded out into the room...in the end, you'd be screaming.

Kuso...I've noticed an odd pull in my pants and I roll my eyes. You know, sometimes it sucks being a guy. At least it wasn't throbbing pain...I hate it when it gets like that. My blood-red hues look into the sky again, but I still catch your scent in every breath I take...I've thought about touching myself when I'm like this...but, with my luck, Shigure would probably poke his head into my room, as I stupidly forget to lock the door, and chime in that lunch was ready. Heh...I bet that sick bastard would enjoy the scene too. He'd have something to tell Ayame or Hatori the next day, that's for sure...

Sometimes I just gotta hate myself, ya know? At one time, I got so heinously to kissing you and I pulled away. How else would I find out that your stronger in your sleep than when you fight me normally, then to, at one time, be in the same room as you were sleeping in? Yeah, I have to admit it, too. I snuck in your room before anyone else went to sleep, then stayed in your closet until I knew you were sleeping. It was going to be the last time I had to deal with you, too, you stupid rat. I was ready to beat you...to strangle you...anything to get the job done...

...But, that's obviously not what happened...

Instead of me slowly going towards you and strangling every last breath out of you, I stop and stare. Your bedroom window was left with the curtains drawn open, and the rays of the bright moon seeped into the room, and lay splashed across your face. The image of you sleeping had been forever etched into my mind...you looked so much like a girl then. Your violet-grey tresses laid tossed across your face, and your eyes stayed closed. Even with the darkness, my expert, cat-like eyes could see that your deep within your sleep; a small twitch every few moments was evident on your closed eyes.

I saw your chest slowly rise and fall in a smooth rhythm, and that's when I knew that I loved you. I'm...embarrassed to say it out-loud, and I don't think I ever will, but it's something that I'll keep in my heart. I'll keep it deep within me, and never let it show to anyone. But...if the chance ever came around...I'd pounce on you in an instant. I'd be all over you. Kami-sama, I'd maul you, Yuki. My animalistic instincts would control me, and I don't think I'd be able to hold out any longer...

At that instant, when I gazed at you as you slept, my heart stopped but sped up at the same time...my breath hitched and all I could do was stare. I saw you coming closer, and when I realized that I had moved, I was already over your body. My tan-skinned hand went to your hair and brushed it out of your face, and you moved. Your lips, a pale pink in the moonlight, opened slowly as you let out a small breath. It seemed as if you were enticing me...teasing me to lower down and take your lips with mine. We were so close to kissing, and your breath was blowing lightly into my mouth. It almost drove me insane...

I pulled back, cursing to myself. 'We're cousins, for Kami-sama's sake!' I believe that's what I said under my breath...still, the blush was for you. Like us being related would stop me. I sure as hell know that, if you gave me the chance right now, I'd throw caution to the winds and do whatever my body wanted. Heh. It's kinda sad how just thoughts of you can cause my body to turn into a mass of out-of-control hormones. Ah, what fun being a teenager can be...

...Love...

...Hate...

...I can't decide which one I feel more strongly towards you...

...can you, Yuki..?

My cinnabar-coloured orbs close lightly as I lay, stretched out, on the top of the roof. A small, pleasant breeze whirls past me, and brings your aroma ever closer to my sensitive nose. The rough purring I was emitting earlier turned into a soft noise in the back of my throat, only audible to myself. I decide that my thoughts about you could wait as the teasing, Yuki-scented wind tangles my burnt-orange coloured hair. A small yawn, and I wish to drift into sleep...

Kyou-Owari

Like it at all? If you did, please review. After writing it, and re-reading it...I have to say. o.o; I made Kyou seem kinda scary...I guess I was aiming for that, though! Just don't hate him too much! ;.; Poor Kyon-Kyon is filled with rage...he makes up for it in the end, though, right? Still, Kyou's over-the-top behaviour is making me fight against myself...I don't know if I should be scared or if I should laugh..! Even though I kinda enjoy his one-tracked mind. It jumped from fury to lust in only one paragraph! lol Well, goodbye for now, Mina-sama!