I don't own Furuba. Comments, criticism, and thrown tomatoes appreciated.

Kyo was pissed. Actually, he was beyond pissed. He was livid. For what reason, he wasn't exactly sure. If he had thought rationally, he would have known that it was his fault that he had allowed the Sohma secret to get out. He had stupidly gone through the roof to taunt that stupid rat and finally beat him, at something, anything, and had allowed the small girl t o expose him. And while Yuki's jeers were warranted, Kyo never did enjoy being made a fool of. That didn't matter, however- Kyo wasn't a rational boy. His feelings would influence every decision of his, and led him to smashing the table. Smashing the table only caused Yuki to bristle with rage when the girl got hurt. This only made Kyo's blood boil and his throat constrict. When Yuki said,

"I'll fight you," the pounding of his own heart was all that he heard. He almost didn't feel the sting of the slap for a moment-almost.

"Just what I wanted to hear, girly boy!" Kyo nearly snorted at how stupid that sounded, but it was too late- he was already running towards that dirty rat full speed, trying to land a kick on Yuki's head. The boy easily dodged the obnoxious move with a simple sidestep, and Kyo's balance thrown off, he stumbled forward. Yuki caught him, and for a split second, he smiled easily. Kyo hadn't realized it before, but there were specks of silver in his purple eyes. Wait, what? Before Kyo could rationalize how ridiculous that sounded, Yuki had kicked Kyo through a door. He went over to ask the girl-Tohru- if she was okay. Although he was glad Yuki didn't stay and taunt him like he usually would, he felt nothing but contempt towards the doe-eyed brunette. Stumbling to his feet, he ran full speed into the dense vegetation, ignoring the pleas from the sickeningly concerned girl. He ran until distant storm clouds could be seen, and even after the skies opened up and his clothes were soaked and his poppy orange hair stuck to the side of his face. He ran until he had collapsed under a bridge, hearing the distant yowling of cats that always seemed to follow him. He fell into uneasy sleep, mind dredging up a memory from long ago.

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"Kyo, don't play with your food." He looked up to see his mother, looming over him. Her voice was strained, and even though all he could see of her face was a blob, he imagined the purse in her lips, the disdain in her eyes.

"Can I go outside?" he asked, knowing the answer would be no. He asked, anyway, as he moved the fish and rice around on his plate.

"No, Kyo," she said, pausing to sigh heavily. "You know you can't." He made a face, and continued poking the small fish.

"Don't do that!" she screamed, slamming her fist into the table. His water tipped and fell, breaking the glass and sending the water everywhere. It flooded the plate, ruining the meal. She began crying quietly, hurriedly picking up the shards. Kyo reached out to help, but when he touched her hand, she jerked away. A piece of glass in her palm cut her, and she made a small gasp, wincing in pain.

"Sorry,Momma-"

"Just-just don't." His hand recoiled, hanging limply at his side.

"I'm sorry, Kyo," she said in an all too farmiliar sickeningly sweet voice. "You can go outside for a little while, as long as you stay out of the neighbor's eyes, okay?"

Kyo just silently walked out the door, trying to instill in his brain not to play with food. If he did, mommy would become upset. Once outside, he wandered around, and found a tree he wanted to climb. Slowly, he ascended the branches. Once a good twenty feet up, he leaned against the tree and closed his eyes. Ten minutes later, he heard a rustling in the trees. It was Yuki, the snobbish kid, and Akito. Contemplating what to do, he decided to say there silently, not wanting to get caught.

"I apologize, master."

"That's not good enough." He stepped forward, and slammed his mouth against the other young boy. Kyo stared in puzzlement. Was he choking Yuki? If not, then he was kissing him, and boys don't kiss. One time Kyo asked why mommy and daddy kissed goodbye. She had warily replied,

"It's something boys and girls do together to show love." But Yuki and Akito were both boys, making it strange. Confusion was bubbling up in Kyo, and he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming in frustration. Luckily, they were done in a moment, and Akito took Yuki's hand and roughly led him to the house. Kyo stumbled down and ran home. Breathless, he ran into the house, closing the door quietly behind him-mommy didn't like the door slamming. Taking the stairs two at a time, he saw his mother staring at the wall opposite her, on the bed.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Turning her head, Kyo continued. "Do boys kiss each other?" She stood there for a moment, mouth agape, and said,

"Kyo, that's sick. Don't talk like that!"

"But Akiko and Yuki-"

"I will not stand for any lies, Kyo. Faggotry is not tolerated in the Sohma family. It is disgusting and queer and would be a dishonor to the family as a whole. Don't ever let me hear you say something like that again."

"Yes, mommy."

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A far off slam jarred Kyo from the once forgotten he sat up, cats piled around him, he remembered. Although Kyo hadn't exactly recalled the events of that day, he vividly remembered the repercussions. He hadn't been allowed outside for two months, and when he finally was, Kagura was furious. Her beating ended with him having to see Hatori, much to his mother's dismay. As if it had been his fault. He had never thought of it, but it would make sense if God had that kind of relationship with his favorite, sick as it was. Kyo wrinkled his nose as the term girly boy took on a whole other meaning. Standing up slowly, he began walking in the general direction of Shigure's house.