Goodbye and Farewell
Trusting someone had never been a problem before for him. It was a simple process, he didn't. He didn't trust anyone with anything. If he wanted or needed something, he took care of it himself, and it's not like he had ever wanted to just talk to someone… but now, now that had changed. Kyo felt the nagging thought on the back of his mind, but not… not just yet. Not right now. First, he had to take what would be the second largest jump in his life, and confide in someone. He had been silent, withdrawn so long, he needed to trust someone… just talk… or he felt he might explode, burst, transform, or something.
Kyo took a deep breath, not even bothering to swallow his courage. He didn't have any anymore. He knocked, once, twice, on Yuki's door. The Rat had won, but of course, the Rat always won. Kyo had finally taken his advice, and given up. Tohru would be marrying Yuki, and leaving for America. Shishou was dying. The others could care less about him. No one knew yet, that today was his last day of freedom.
Akito would be incarcerating Kyo tomorrow.
Yuki opened the door, dreary-eyed from being awoken so late at night, better put as so early in the morning.
"Ngm…? Kyo…?" Kyo met his gaze with his dead one. It wasn't hate filled, it wasn't cold, it was just… empty. Yuki averted his eyes, not wanting to see such… open submission, admittance of loss, but not just to the Rat, to everything. He didn't feel worthy.
"May I talk to you?" Yuki, surprised beyond belief, could only nod, and open his door wider. Kyo walked in and sat down on the floor, back against the wall, eyes closed. Yuki shut his door and sat down, across from Kyo, on the edge of his bed.
"What is it…?" Yuki finally asked. Kyo sighed heavily.
"Can I trust you to keep your mouth shut? From everyone, even Akito, even Tohru?" Yuki debated it in his mind, and had he not thought about it, Kyo wouldn't have said a word. But he thought about it, and Yuki nodded finally.
"Yeah. What is it?"
"You won, Yuki. The world won. You got the girl, you won the war, you won." Yuki felt a pang of hurt, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Kyo that he was all Tohru seemed to talk about, and she still opened up to the Cat more than him.
"What do you mean?" He couldn't help but sense an underlying meaning in this.
"Akito will be incarcerating me tomorrow at noon." Yuki's eyes widened in shock, his eyes soft with tear-filled pity and anger. Kyo got up, and moved to the door, the room thick with a saddened silence.
Suddenly, Yuki spoke before he could leave.
"No, Kyo, you won."
Neither needed to hear or say more, Kyo had done what he needed, and Yuki had admitted something to the Cat he had always wanted to say, but never let down his courage enough to say it. But both understood the silent, mutual friendship they had formed over all those years of fighting. Neither said that the spars had turned from a fight for survival, to a match between those who understood eachother as equals, as friends in a battle.
Kyo walked out the door, and slipped his only picture of himself, Tohru and Yuki into his pocket before going back up to the roof to say his goodbyes to the moon and stars.
Kyo stared at Akito, mindless obedience and defeat in his gaze. But the God did not see his last glimmer of hate, of dignity, of independence. No, Kyo would never give in to this monster, never give him what he wants. So Kyo waited. He waited until it was night, and used the jagged edge of a knife he had taken from his dinner, a measly meal of bread, cheese, and a glass of milk, and stabbed himself in the stomach, gasping out in pain. He took his blood, as a last message to God, and wrote 'tie' on the floor, before laying beside it, staring at his picture, his picture of his family as he silently bled to death.
Yuki sat at the breakfast table, thinking over the conversation he and Kyo had had... he couldn't help but sense something wasn't right, that that was a different type of goodbye...
Suddenly, the heard something clatter to the floor, and Yuki rushed to his feet, running into the hall, Tohru beside him. Shigure had dropped the phone, collapsing to his knees as a tear streamed down his cheeks. Yuki ran out the door, allready knowing what had happened.
As they lowered the casket into the grave, Yuki watched with a smile, his arms around a sobbing Tohru. He didnt cry, for one, he knew Kyo would have caused him some serious damage if he had known the Rat would cry at his funeral. And for two, he understood. Kyo would never submit to Akito, and this would have been his only choice, his only escape. Yuki would have done the same. So Yuki smiled, praying silently to Kyo. Because he got it, he knew that this was Kyo's only chance he would ever have at happiness.
A/N: Allright, this was one of my darker, sadder fics... but it is also how I think Kyo would react to being incarcerated, if he couldn't run. And no, with God's power over them, he couldn't run, even if he wanted too, so don't tell me that. I like Kyo, he's not my fave character, but he's important. I'm also pro-Kyoru, so don't get me for that either. This was inspired by some country song I had heard, and a one-shot about Haru commiting suicide after telling Yuki. Also, I know the writing in blood was cheesy, but I felt like some grilled cheese sandwhiches anyways...
Enjoy.
