The usual disclamer applies, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction if I owned Furuba now would I?
Captured
Why hadn't I realized it sooner? This feeling that I got when I watched her, thought of her, and dreamt of her. This feeling that grew every time she spoke, smiled or just looked at me. Why hadn't I realized it was love? It took Akito to point it out to me. It took his spiteful words. He doesn't realize it, but he actually did something good with those hate-filled words. He brought me something to fill my thoughts with. Something that could get me through the crushing loneliness of the Cat's punishment, the punishment I, now, had to endure.
I suppose if I had realized it sooner, it wouldn't have made much of a difference. I still would have hidden my feelings from her, but . . . I could've tried harder to beat that damn rat. Maybe, knowing I could love her without the guilt, I could have beat him, but, now is not the time to dwell on that. It was too late for maybes and could have beens. I lost my chance, and there was no turning back.
I sigh, leaning my head against the bars of my window. She still filled my mind, although at this moment my thoughts are pure fantasy. I imagine the two of us alone, not anywhere in particular, the moonlight washing over her, making her seem otherworldly. Her wide dark eyes are locked on mine, glowing with love, her chocolate brown hair falls gently around her shoulders. I reach out to comb my fingers through it, while my other hand finds its way to her cheek. She smiles kindly, as she covers my hand with her own. "Kyou-kun," she sighs, her gentle eyes closing to keep the tears at bay, "I miss you."
I pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her small frame (hey, it's my fantasy, I don't have to transform, if I don't want to). "I know," I whisper, as I rest my cheek on her head. "I miss you too."
I hear her first sob, and I stop the daydream. The last time I had seen Tooru, she had been almost hysterical. Yuki and Shigure had to hold her back, as I went with Akito to my prison. I hated to see her cry, but as he lead me inside, I had taken one last glimpse at her. It had been a mistake. Just seeing her with that pained look was bad enough, but to know that the pain was caused by the curse, and, in connection, me, had made it worse. I had tried to go back to her, to give her one last hug, but some men appeared out of nowhere, and dragged me after Akito. She had yelled long after I was out of sight. She yelled that she would see me again, even if she had to break the curse in order to do it.
I admire her optimism, I really do, but I wish I could've told her just to move on. I wouldn't want to learn that I caused her pain, just by existing. I am not worth the pain I cause her.
I stand up, stretching legs that had long ago fallen asleep. The pins and needles don't come until I reach my bed. I flop onto the small futon, the only furniture in my prison, and I wiggle my toes, finding that I kind of like the feeling. It was . . . distracting. As the strange sensation fades away, I lift my hand to look at the red and white bracelet surrounding the wrist. Once again, I contemplate taking it off, after all, the wall would be nothing for that form, but I let that thought fade from my mind. It would be pointless to escape. It's not as if I could go see my Tooru. Pft, listen to me. I'm thinking of her as mine now.
Yet, she could never belong to anyone, especially not one of the Souma family. I didn't want her to live through what my mother had to. What Momiji's mom had to. What Kana had to. All three women, had suffered horrible fates due to the juunishi curse. She could suffer just as much, and I wouldn't want her in pain. Still, it wasn't as if I could do anything about it. She could be kissing that rat right now (God, I hope not) for all I know. I just want her happiness.
Sleep is beginning to claim me, the futon seems such a luxury, when all I have to sit on is hard wooden floor. I turn on my side, pulling the blanket up to my chin, and start to think of her again, so that my last thought is of her before I drift off.
A whisper pulls me back. Someone is calling my name. I sit up, curious, although still half asleep. Two figures, both about the same height, kneel in front of my window. I cannot see their faces, since the moon is behind them, making them nothing but shadows. I realize it was Momiji, who was calling me, when a new voice calls my name. A female voice . . . her voice. "To-Tooru?" I whisper, my voice cracking, as all my hope resurfaces.
"Ha-hai . . ." she replies, and I catch a glint of a smile.
Tears well up in my eyes, as I make my way to the window. I fall to my knees, my hands gripping the bars, as I stare at her face through my tears. She's even more beautiful, and cute than I remember. Suddenly, something dawns on me. She would be hurt if she is caught. I spin to Momiji, grabbing him by the collar, and pulling him as close as I can, without actually slamming him into the bars. "Why did you let her come?" I hiss, trying to keep my voice down. "You know what he'll do to her if he catches her? How could you just sneak her in here without a single thought to her safety?"
Tooru jumps in, laying a hand on mine. My eyes glance into hers and I find my grip softens. She had always had that kind of effect on me. "It was my idea, Kyou-kun," she tells me, and I find that I no longer held the kid, but her hand.
Momiji jumps up, after fixing his collar, and says, "I'll go make sure there's no one around. We don't want Tooru-kun getting caught."
I growl at him, as he bounds off, happily, but Tooru distracts me with another dazzling smile. I realize that I still held her hand, and pull away, blushing slightly. "W-What are you doing here?" I ask, trying not to sound too mad.
She misunderstands me, and turns away. "If Kyou-kun doesn't want me here, I'll leave." She begins to get up.
I panic, and grab her arm to pull her back down. "N-NO!" I cry, before I realize what an idiot I am, and lower my voice. "Don't go. I-I didn't mean it that way. I'm just…I'm just an idiot, alright?"
She flashes me one of her cute smiles, as she sits back down. It shocks me that she could still smile like that. After that broken look I saw on the day I was locked in this prison, I thought that maybe she wouldn't want to smile. Stupid me, I should have known that she'd still try. I let her go, but I hang my arm out the window, just in case she tried to leave again.
Silence, as I stare at her, it amazes me how much more beautiful she seems. She had always been that beautiful, I tell myself, it's just you never noticed. I feel a smile growing on my face, as my hand moves on its own. It moves upwards to stroke her cheek gently. She looks a little shocked at this, but then her lips curve, and her hand covers mine. "Why did you come?" I ask again, calmly this time.
Her eyes drop, along with her smile, as she pulls my hand down to her lap. It's an uncomfortable position, but I bear with it. "I missed you," she whispers, her eyes still focused on our hands.
I feel my anger build again, but I push it down. After all, didn't I tell her it was all right to be selfish? "You could get hurt," I hiss, still fighting my temper.
Her eyes flash, as they gaze into mine. "I don't care if I get hurt!" she cries, trying to keep her voice a whisper, and barely succeeding. "You can't be very happy being in there all alone! I-I just can't let you stay in there, without talking to anyone at least once in awhile! I don't want you to be…"
I stop her rant, before it really starts, by pulling her as close to me as I can. I stare her in the eye, and tell her, "I don't want you to come here again for that reason. I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I'm not a good enough reason for you to get hurt."
She throws herself towards me, her eyes all ready brimming with tears. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I try to push her away, by instinct. She hugs me as best she can through the bars. "You are worth it to me," she sobs, as I relax, and put my arms around her waist. It's the closest we've come to hugging without me transforming. "I want to see you smile, and laugh, and make fun of me when I'm dumb. I want to hear your voice. I want to tell you how much I miss sitting on the roof, and staring at the stars."
She shocks me again. I never knew how much she enjoyed being with me. She pauses for a moment, as if she wants me to say something, but then continues on, "I wish I could break the curse, just so Kyou-kun can be around again. I really do miss the time we spent together."
I move my hands to her face, to make her look at me. "You should go, but before you do." I stare at her. Taking in everything about her, and wonder if I could get away with what I was about to do. I really shouldn't, but she had captured me. She had captured me the first day we met. I may have yelled at her back then, but I had never meant it. It was just the way I am. She accepted that, accepted everything, and made me feel as if I could really be loved, but I only wanted to be loved by her.
"K-Kyou-kun?" she stutters, as I move closer.
My cheeks burn, as our lips touch, and I close my eyes, trying to make that moment last a lifetime, before I pull away. She stares at me, blushing just as much as, I bet, I am. I turn away, knowing she is mad at me. I should have known I could't get away with it. "I'm sorry," I say, making my way back to the bed.
But, her hand stops me, as it wraps around my wrist. I look down at. It seems small in comparison to my own. My eyes move up her arm, over her shoulder, onto her face. She's smiling. Wait…she's smiling? "D-D-Don't be sorry," she giggles, hesitantly. "I liked it."
I blink in surprise. "R-Really?"
Pulling me towards her, she nods. "It was a surprise, that's all," she sighs, as she returns the kiss. When she finally lets me go, she continues, "I always wondered how Kyou-kun felt about me. I guess that is my answer."
"Tooru-kun," Momiji's voice calls, a dull whisper in the night, "someone's coming."
She jumps up, and heads off in the direction that the boy's voice came from. "Good bye, Kyou-kun."
"Bye."
I watch as she disappears into the shadows, hoping that she can still be happy despite the fact that I had ruined my plans to keep my feelings a secret. I wonder if she'd risk coming to see me again, I almost wish she would, but I couldn't ask that of her. Not when she could be hurt, or tortured.
I turn from the window, once she's out of view, and head back to my bed. As I crawl under the covers, I think about breaking free once again, and I realize that the reason I hadn't done it yet was because of her. I wouldn't ever see her again if I broke from this cage. I still needed her, even just the hope of seeing her, was enough to keep me going.
I brush my fingers against my lips. They still tingle from her kiss. I wonder if I could possibly love her anymore, and I smile, because I know I could.
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Ah...The randomness of it all. I often do some of my best stuff without really planning it. This one came from wanting to write something with Kyou-kun in it, that wasn't a random doujinshi type thing (Yeah, I'm making one, it has to do with Kyou and Yuki being transported into our world. Real original, eh? I wanted practice drawing the boys and I thought that would be the best way to do it...)
Kyou: -steals keyboard- She stole my pants! growls
Umm...that's not quite how it sounds...-smacks Kyou over the head- Shut up you.
Kyou: -holds his head-Itai! What was that for!
You're a jerk.
Kyou: Hey, I'm not the one writing about people being locked up!
I didn't start that tho...and you did get to kiss Tooru...
Kyou: -blushes- ...
Ha! I knew that'd get you to shut up! Anyways...I'm not too sure if I should/could continue this. If anyone would like me to write more just tell me, and I would be more than happy to write some more. .
Kyou: I hate you...