summary:yuki gets beaten up by akito at school, and kyo saves his life. this brings whole universes of walls crumbling down around them and leave…friends possibly? this also awakens powers of great weirdness. and…why the hell is akito acting so creepy? well…creepier than normal, that is.
pairings: yuki/kyo, kyo/haru and shigure/hatori
smartass thoughts that are always truthful, and ever deadly annoying
normal thoughts
•second person not pov person thoughts•
'normal talking'
phone conversations and lyrics
akito's gonna be a guy in this fic.
ummm…for future reference, these are some japanese words I might use. urusai/shut up; neko/cat; nezumi/rat; inu/dog; tatsu/dragon/seahorse (i think); hebi/snake ; baka/idiot; kuso/can be used as damn but literal translation is shit or bullshit; oushi/cow; shishou/martial arts teacher. who doesn't know that one!; nani/what?; daijabou ka/are you alright?; oi/hey!; gomen (nasai) /im sorry; arigato/thank you; aishiteru/i love you; kami-sama/ god. i cant remember anymore now. ill add more at the top of a chapter if i use any new ones. not positive of all the animals, so kill me if im wrong.
summary: Akito comes to Kaibara High for unknown reasons and starts to whip Yuki. Kyo saves him, but what does that awaken? Will old walls held up around the cat and rat crumble, leaving friends? And…Kyo gets the power of the elements? Kyo/Yuki, Shigure/Hatori
discalimer. i dont own furuba. tho i wish i did. :scowls angrilly: oh well. if i owned it, i would have made it a very, very, very slashy stori. no het pairings at all! :cackles evilly in the famous manner of evil people with evil plans and taps fingers together while looking through the steeple made by them.:
I searched far and wide for a poem that fit Kyo, so…after about half an hour of looking through poetry books at my home, I came upon Alone by Edgar Allan Poe.
Hopefully I'll be able to find enough poems to put in the beginning of each chapter that sort of matches the mood…okay? So…here goes nothing.
ALONE
From childhood's hours I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I loved—I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allen Poe
CHAPTER ONE OF BREACHING THE SILENCE
KYO-KUN'S POV
THE MIND'S CONFESSIONS
I don't know if I ever hated him. Yuki, I mean. He can be really annoying sometimes, but I'm not sure if it was ever hate. I think the only reason I ever fought him was to get his attention. I felt that if I didn't, then he wouldn't even know that I was alive. And I wanted him to know. If there wasn't the expectancy to fight, because we were cat and rat, we could probably be good friends. The thing that I hate the most is that he doesn't try to see me. I don't think he cares at all. He's part of the juunishi, and cares about the religion and follows it. Akito made sure of that, I bet, seeing how close they were when they were younger.
'Breakfast!' Tohru's kind voice shattered through my thoughts. I climbed out of bed and threw on the first pair of clothes that my hands reached.
Yuki's door slammed as he walked out of his room. I cracked mine open just a little to watch him walk away.
Why can't we be friends? What did I do wrong?
I buried my face in my hands and sighed.
Gods, this world is so screwed up.
I finished buttoning up my shirt and walked downstairs.
Breakfast passed by in silence. I didn't talk to anyone, and Yuki and Tohru spoke lightly of boring things. School, most likely. Blah. They're so suited for each other. Both calm and serious. I don't think I've ever seen either of them joking around. Well, I hardly do, either. I just wish they would show more emotion than near nothingness. They can laugh and have a good time, but only when I'm not there. I'm the cat. I don't belong anywhere or with anyone
Once breakfast was done, I grabbed my bag and Tohru's hand, Yuki taking the other. A slight foreboding hung over the air as if something very bad was going to happen today.
A small cloud of dust followed the three of us as we walked down the dirt road that lead to the school. It was uneventful until we reached the yard. There was shouting coming from the center and there was a huge crowd grouped around someone.
'Yuki! Where is he! I know he's here! Bring him to me!' Yuki froze. Fear filled his eyes and tears threatened to fall.
'No. Please, no! No!' He let go of Tohru's hand and used his own to wipe his eyes. 'Akito. Don't do this. Don't come here. You'll only hurt someone.'
I saw Yuki summon a lot of courage, and he walked forward into the circle.
'Akito. I'm right here.'
'No! Yuki! No! You know what he'll do to you!' I half lurched forward and grabbed his arm to stop him, but let go and stepped back, hanging my head in defeat and in fear of what would happen to me if Akito found out I had tried to keep his precious rat from him.
Yuki turned back to me, his eyes full of hatred. 'Kyo, I have to do this. Please, don't stop me.' He set his face and turned to his enemy once more.
'Ah. My sweet, little nezumi. Where've you been all this time?' Akito said in his sickly sweet voice. 'I haven't seen you in ages! You really have to come and see me sometime. I would greatly like that.' He took hold of the back of the mouse's neck and brought his mouth to Yuki's ear. 'Would you like me to lock you away again? In that dark room? I could, you know. It could be…fun. And…well, you know what I could do to you. You need more…training. I think you've forgotten who you truly are.'
The crowd started whispering to one another. 'Who is this?' 'How does he know The Prince?' 'What's he doing to him?' 'Why is Sohma-kun so scared?' 'Is there anything we can do to stop him?' 'They look almost exactly alike!' 'What's he saying to him?'
My features contorted to match Yuki's of pain. What's Akito doing to him?
'Akito…stop it. Stop right now.'
'And what can you do to make me? I can cause you just as much pain as the nezumi. And Hatori won't dare to stop me. No one will. Or can.'
I stepped back into the crowd, angrier at Akito that I had ever been in my whole life. He had kept me from saving someone I felt needed to be saved, even though the person in question would hate me forever if I interfered.
'Now. What was I thinking of doing to you?' Our leader looked up in mock forgetfulness. 'Oh yes.' Akito pulled out from the deep pockets of the robe that was hanging lightly off one shoulder a whip as black as night. He unwrapped it from around the handle and let it fall, leaving it to drag on the ground.
Yuki's eyes lost every ounce of courage in them, and they became fearful as a rat in front of a god. Which, to an extent, was what it was. The crowd had still been muttering, but became louder at the sight of the whip.
Akito gave a shrill screech and lept at Yuki. The whip flashed out, landing squarely across the rat's cheek. A big welt spread across his face and blood dripped, giving the appearance of red tears mingling with the real ones.
The gray haired nezumi staggered back, holding his fingers to the wound, which were coated in red when he took them away to examine them.
Akito struck again with the whip, this time it grazed Yuki's shoulder and wrapped around to hit Yuki's back. His uniform started to tear open where he was hit. His face was pouring tears, but he didn't dare to run away, in fear Akito would just go after someone else. The blood fell dully to the ground, splattering everywhere.
'Someone! Go for help!' I dimly remembered shouting, trying to wave someone away to get the principal. No one went. They were all frozen, looking towards Yuki, even Tohru.
I couldn't stand to look anymore. I didn't care what Akito would do to me. Yuki was being hurt, and in my mind, I was the only one who was allowed to even try to inflict pain upon him.
I sneaked around the crowd until I was facing Akito's back. Taking a deep breath, I broke through the ring of people, and threw myself onto his back. He came crashing to the ground, and lay, struggling; trying to get free from my grip.
Yuki ran over into a corner, and huddled into a small ball, wincing when he bumped the newfound cuts. Everyone went and crowded around him, pressing, inquiring to see if he was alright.
'Akito!' I shouted back at him. 'Don't move anywhere, or I'll lock you in that room that you want to put me in!'
'You wouldn't dare. Hatori would stop you.'
'I would dare. And I'd kill anyone who gets in my way. Just like you would.' I said the last sentence under my breath as I looked forward again.
I pushed everyone to the side to get to Yuki. 'Come on. We need to call Hatori.'
Why have I suddenly become so over-protective of him? Have I gone mental!
Yuki nodded and gingerly stood up, following me.
'Who's Hatori?' asked Uo, appearing at my side, the picture of curiousity.
'Ah…family doctor. The only one the Sohma's trust to take care of us. And…we have other reasons for a family one.'
'Do you think you're too good for other doctors?' she said cheekily.
I growled. I really don't need this right now. 'No. Inner Sohmas like Hatori are the only one who can even partially understand the hardship of me and thirteen others. Including himself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to talk to him.'
'What makes you think no one else will understand you?'
'Because we know from experience. No one understand us. We freak them out. Now just shut up. I'm already going to be killed by Hatori and Akito, so I don't need to be pestered by you.' I walked away from a very confused Uo, dragging a very hurt Yuki.
'You'll be alright. No one's going to hurt you now.'
'I thought I told you to stay out of this. I don't need your help now.'
'Oh really?' I let Yuki drop to the ground. 'Get up. It'll show you just how much you need me now.' Yuki slowly tried to rise to his feet, but he slumped down, exhausted with loss of blood.
'Fine, help me. If you must,' he said, his voice dripping venom.
I winced. Ouch. Yuki, please don't hate me so much. Can't you tell how much it's hurting me? Gods, you're thick. I pulled the nezumi up from the ground, and pulled him over to where Akito was standing.
'Sit,' I ordered both of them. Yuki collapsed, but Akito didn't. 'Do you wan't me to drag you down again?'
'Try.' Akito cocked his head and a sneer crossed his face.
'Fine. Thank you for letting me do what I've wanted to do to you since I first met you!' I slammed my hands down on his shoulders and kicked violently at the backs of his knees, then I pushed down. He crumpled with a scream. 'How dare you!' I sat myself on his back and just relaxed with a "sadistic bastard smirk" crossing my face, glorifying (is that even a word? ive been around one of my friends too much who makes up new words like that all the time, that it eventually becomes part of my vocab. dont ask, for I shall not give you a good answer as i have no idea where the hell it came from.) in the satisfaction I got in hurting Akito. Serves you right, for all the shit you've put me through.
I wonder if Hatori will know where his patient is. Hopefully, because I don't want to borrow a cell phone.
Everyone lounged about, not bothering to go to classes. Questions were asked, but I didn't bother to answer and I don't think Akito dared to, or Yuki the ability to. He was apparently asleep.
I looked over to his face. His gray hair framed the features that were marred by a welt crossing his cheek. His face was screaming, but he remained silent. He showed the pain that he refused to let others see when he was awake. The pain hidden behind his purple eyes. The pain he smoothed over, not letting others see.
He's amazing. I wish I could do that. All I can do is direct my fear and sadness and pain towards something, and it'll come out as anger. I laughed humorlessly. All I could do was need anger management.
'Kyo, get off Akito's back. You'll put him in worse condition than he was before.' My head shot up, and I stared into the eyes of the family doctor.
'Thank Gods you're here. Akito came here, as you know, and started to whip Yuki. I stopped him, and…hurt him a little.'
Hatori looked over to Yuki and stopped dead in his tracks. 'Oh…my…God…! What happened to him?'
'Akito.' But Hatori ignored me and walked over to the gray haired nezumi. He pulled away the hair that was sticking to the dried blood, and examined his face. Turning towards me, he spoke. 'Take him home. I'll be there soon. There's a few memories I have to erase, and I don't want him to stay here. He might…you know.'
I heard a gasp from behind me. I spun around. 'No! Why did you bring him?' I pointed towards a silver haired man standing there. Yuki's fan girls were staring at him and muttering something about their Prince.
'I came because I heard Akito was at your school, and that he might have hurt Yuki! I want to make that pain go away!'
'You knew he would be coming here and hurting him?'
'Yes. Akito told us. But we didn't dare stop him.'
'How can you say you love your brother if you let Akito half kill him!'
'But…there was nothing I could do.'
'If you truly cared for him, you wouldn't have cared what happened to yourself if only he was safe.'
Hatori stepped up. 'And…you're saying you know someone who would do that?'
'Yes.'
'Who?'
'Me. How else do you think Yuki was still alive when you came, and I was sitting on Akito's back?'
'You don't hate him?'
'I never said I didn't hate him. I only hate Akito more than him, and I don't hate Yuki enough that I'll see his enemy torture him. I know what that whip feels like, you know. And why didn't you come earlier if you knew he was here?'
'Because…I don't know. Fear, I guess.'
'Baka tatsu. You're supposed to be the stronger one, and here I am, bringing down Akito.'
'I'm in no mood to fight. Just take Yuki home.'
'Why should I?'
'Because you showed him kindness once, it stands to reason that you should again. Do it…for him. For me. For yourself.'
'No.'
'Kyo, just take him home.'
'NO!'
'For Kazuma.'
'What does Shishou have to do with this!'
'I will if I have to. Just do this. Or I'll…persuade Akito to let you live in the same house as him. Just a room away, in Yuki's old torture room.'
My eyes widened considerably. 'You wouldn't!'
'Just do it,' he pleaded.
'FINE!' I pulled Yuki up and he blinked wearily. 'You have to walk part of the way home. I'm not taking you all the way.'
'Whatever.'
I kept a tight grip on his upper arm, and caught him if he started to slip.
Why did I say I didn't want to take Yuki home in the first place? Did I not want to show too much kindness towards him? Did I think that helping him once was enough? That I didn't want to help him any more?
How can I say I want to be his friend if I don't even want to help him once more than usual. Than I had before.
Because he's never shown you kindness once in your life.
Maybe he will once he realizes I've been nice to him.
Hah! I seriously doubt that.
Yeah. You're right. But…you can always hope.
'Oh! Wait a second!' I turned around to see Hatori looking at me. I raised my eyebrows. 'Don't let Yuki run away. I'm going to look at him in a couple hours. But first I have to erase these people's memories. We don't want our family considered criminal just because of Akito. And…try your hardest to be kind to Yuki. I don't think he hates you. It really hurts him when you fight.'
I snarled, because I didn't know what else to do, and turned back around.
'Come on, Yuki. We have to leave before I change my mind about taking you home.'
Once the school was safely out of sight, I let go of the rat.
'Just walk home on your own. I'm not helping you any further.'
He tried to stand up, but once he was fully on his feet, he fell forward onto me. At first, I was tense, and then my muscles loosened. He was so frail, and I wanted to help him no matter what. But I had to help him slightly. I didn't want him to know I cared.
I shoved Yuki off of me, and he landed hard on the ground.
His body pressed against mine for that short moment…it almost…felt…good
WAIT! What the hell am I THINKING! I've spent WAY too much time around Shigure. Kami-sama.
You know you like him.
Shut up! I'm straight! So…then…how would I be able to like Yuki? Hm?
Hmmm…let's see…how about…maybe you're a gay in denial!
Hell no. I'm definitely not! I'm honest with myself.
You are?
Grrrrr!
I stormed ahead, but on impulse I looked back. He was shivering on the ground, looking helpless. My heart softened, then hardened. I wanted to get his attention, and I'd do anything for that right now.
'Hey! Kuso nezumi! Show you've got more sense in that pea-sized brain of yours and walk! I hope you know I'm not going to carry you any more.'
Yuki faced away from me, and started shaking hard. At first I thought he was laughing, and then I thought it was in anger. But when he slowly stood up and looked at me, I realized he was crying.
'Why. Why? WHY? What is with you! Why are you always so mean to me! Haven't you heard of something called kindness! It would be nice if you used it more often. And why the hell did you help me today? Isn't that a bit against what you're supposed to do? Help the rat? Why did you decide to suddenly be nice once, and then go back to the horrible you?' Yuki flung himself at me, punching as hard as he could. He was worked up, and so mad, that he couldn't see straight. He missed me many times, but once, he hit me in the stomach as hard as he could. I doubled over in pain, tears starting to well in my eyes.
'Oof!' I looked up to Yuki. 'So its a fight you want?'
'Either a good fight, or peace.'
'I'll take the fight.'
And why am I taking the fight?
Because you don't want him to know you don't hate him.
Shut up.
Why?
Arrrggghhh! I hate you.
Thanks.
'Bring it on, rat-boy! Or are you too scared now!'
Yuki came flying at me, still too angry to see right.
That's when I realized something.
Yuki's like me now. He's so mad at me, that he has no clue what the hell is going on. He sees red.
Does that mean maybe I could beat him if I'm calm sometimes? That would be…wow. I might be able to…he might lose against me. Or I could get him so worked up that he was like me, and I'd be able to fight him like that, too! Then…then maybe Akito wouldn't be able to kidnap me. I'll challenge him sometime. But this isn't the best time to be doing that. I just want to stop him now.
The next time Yuki threw a punch at me, I stepped up close, and pinned his arms to his sides. He struggled, but within a few more seconds, he relaxed and then spoke.
'I suppose it was helpless to think that you might understand what it meant to be left out and thrown to the side by Akito. I suppose it was helpless to think that we might have been friends. But thank you for at least listening, even if it was forced. And thanks for attempting to calm me down. I'm…I'm…I'm sorry to hurt you.' I looked down into Yuki's eyes. He seemed sincere. It was the very first time I had heard him apologize to me.
The rat suddenly slumped down, his hands grasping at my back for support. My arms around him tightened, and Yuki gave out a gasp of pain.
'The…the cuts! Ow!'
'Oh. Uh…sorry.'
'Aaahhh…' It was a exhale of pure pain.
Huh?
It seemed that Yuki had fainted.
'Ah well. Guess I have to carry him home. Whatever.' Anything to be closer to him.
Wait! What did I just think!
What you think it did.
And what did it say?
That you…wanted to be closer to him.
Hold it!
Hey. I'm just repeating what you thought.
Well, shut up.
Hate you.
Thanks.
Okay, this is weird. Having an argument with myself. A self that seems to know every little thing that goes on in my brain.
Thanks for giving me so much credit.
I DIDN'T ASK YOU!
But I still answered.
Okay. This is getting us nowhere. What did I mean when I thought that? It was just…random. I don't know what I was doing.
Just say it. You…I think you like him.
DO NOT!
And what if you did?
Well…he likes Tohru. I think. At the most, he doesn't at least hate my guts as much as I thought he did. Maybe.
I think its more than that. I think he loves Tohru as much as you do, but both of you love her like a sister. That's my hypothesis.
Don't confuse me.
Baka. Anyhow, I know he doesn't hate you. I'm sure of it.
Well, I'm not.
Then…ask him.
I will, when he wakes up. Maybe.
What was that! Of course you'll ask him! Or I will for you! I can probably make you do something, if I try hard enough.
You'll have try for the rest of my life, but it'll never be enough. Now, shut up.
Whatever.
I realized then, that I hated the stupid guy that lived inside my head and pointed out the painfully obvious. Well…obvious to him, but not to me.
I also realized then that the hand that wasn't helping to hold up Yuki had come up to bury itself in his hair. I pulled it away quickly, hoping he wouldn't remember.
Baka. Of course he won't. He's asleep.
I pulled his arm around my neck, grabbed his hand, and I put my other arm around his waist to keep him steady. I tried to keep my hands away from the cuts, so I wouldn't hurt him, and so I wouldn't get more blood on me, but it was kind of hard, as they were all over his back, front and arms.
I walked to the house this way, half dragging him, trying not to be too rough.
Shigure was standing inside, with his hand coming out of the neck of his kimono, and he was scratching his chin.
'Well, well, well. Look at that two love birds coming home! I don't think you'd have ever expected it from the two worst enemies such as yourselves. Oh! Ha'ri and Aaya are coming over today!'
'Shut your big fat mouth!'
'Such foul language! Now, why don't you whisk Yuki off to some secret place and…well…'
'YOU PERVERT!'
I kicked Shigure through the wall, leaving a gaping hole in the paper.
'My pooooor house!' he wailed.
'Baka.' I dropped Yuki to the ground and stormed upstairs and out the window onto the roof. For now, it was the only place besides my bed that wasn't crawling with other people. And now, my room was way, way too stuffy. I needed to breathe without everyone crowding me.
I watched the clouds roll by until I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
