He was a monster.
He was 'hatred', the physical appearance of the strongest emotion.
Or, what he thought was the strongest emotion.
Kyo had lived a secluded life before her, he had enjoyed the solitude and the raw strength he was entitled to possess, of the thing he could do without worry and the thing he could say without care. Kyo didn't live with women; he had never needed to be anything short of what he was.
He never had a need for 'love'.
So when she showed up – or, rather, when he barged in on her life – he was ill-prepared for the events to follow. He was still brash, still cruel towards her. But that was to be expected, wasn't it? He hadn't cared before, hadn't been forced to deal with a soft-spoken, calm-tempered woman like Tohru. They were opposites – they weren't supposed to get along. The only time opposites ever got along was in the example of magnets. But people were not magnets, and therefor he would never, ever get along with Honda Tohru.
Ever.
He was positive of it.
Or...
Maybe he was, at first.
She was kind, she was... caring. She asked and said things that he had never heard before, required answers that he had never given until she entered his life – or, rather, he barged into hers.
Right, he couldn't forget that. At one point, he was not welcomed. He was still a monster, he was still the personification of hatred. What was he doing, living under the same roof as Yuki? Wasn't he the one he hated most, wasn't he the reason he assumed that terrible form whenever those beads were off his being? Why was he with the enemy?
Oh.
Right.
Because of her.
At one point he would have denied it, he would have said he was there because he needed to defeat Yuki. But that was before he found the thing stronger than hatred, that was before Tohru had been kind to him, had accepted him as he was, had held him in her arms no matter what form he took on – be it human or cat or monstrosity.
It was because of her he found love, the strongest emotion in man-kind. The one that would force a man to forgive his enemies, to sacrifice his life, his ideals, his everything.
Tohru was love.
He loved Tohru?
Yeah.
Maybe he did.
Maybe they were like magnets.