Disclaimer: I own Nothing of Fruits Basket :'( and if I did I'd steal Momiji away and never give him back, even this is not pertaining to my story I'll shut up and let you read.
A/N: I feel bad for doing this to Yuki, please don't hurt me.
"Damn rat!" Kyo yelled storming off to the roof as always to sulk in defeat, the exiled junishi ran a hand through his fiery orange hair, closing his crimson eyes, and Kyo felt his heart break even more so than before, always saying he hated the rat, but never meant it, Envious? Yes, Why? Because everyone adored the rat, everyone worshipped him; they all loved him, while the outcast…Kyo as left out if it all. Sighing deeply, he rolled over onto his side noticing Yuki walk into the woods.
Yuki growled under his breath about Kyo and in his personal space, only to slow down his pace and look at the scenery even though he's seen it thousands of times, soon his mind wandering to the cat. Sighing softly a small blush dusting his cheeks "Why of all people, did it have to be him? I-I…" unaware someone was with him "but what? You love him…" Yuki stopped in his tracks, fear stricken unable to move, Yuki's voice caught in his throat "What's wrong Yuki? Are you not happy to see me?" a sly smile across the older male's face, each step he took towards the gray haired Junishi, made the younger tremble "you know its rude to not answer when someone is talking to you, I thought I taught you better than that Yuki. So I'll give you until the count of three to speak." Yuki's eyes widened with shock when he felt the raven's cold hand touch his cheek "…" the older male snarled, jaw clenching in anger. His hand landed across the nezumi's cheek "I said answer me damnit!" Yuki stumbled tripping over a root landing on his back, hips being straddled by the head of the household.
"Akito…" Yuki whimpered when his hair was pulled back roughly, exposing his pale neck to the man above him, tears welled up at the corner of his amethyst eyes a cry escaping his lips when Akito's teeth sunk into the flesh, tasting the crimson liquid as he lapped at it and pulled away. Akito undid the buttons to the nezumi's jeans and without any warning he fully sheathed himself in the teen below him, Yuki clawed at the older male's shirt crying in pain as he was thrust into, his begging and crying only fueled Akito's drive and earned a slap across the cheek. A final cry made its way from the latter and Akito pulled out and cleaned himself up "remember dear Yuki, you belong to me and nobody else. Step out of line again and I'll make sure your punishment will be worse than this one." Placing a chaste kiss on Yuki's lips and walked off until his silhouette was no longer visible. The nezumi pulled his legs up to his chest sobbing.
After what seemed like hours, Yuki stood realizing how late it was, after pulling up his jeans and began to limp back to the house, each step sending pain signals into his lower back and hips, bringing tears into his amethyst eyes as the memory flashed across his mind, and looked up seeing Kyo stand before him. Never had he thought he'd been happy to see his enemy and without realizing it uki clung to the Junishi sobbing
Kyo was at a loss of words for this, when he heard screaming and crying never would he have thought it was the 'Damn Rat' and here he was clinging to him as if his life depended on it, and sobbing, the salty liquid slowly soaked his sweater, then it occurred to him 'I could use this against him' until "p-please…don't t-tell Shigure or M-Miss Honda." Yuki clutched onto his shirt trembling, making an attempt to push off of Kyo, but failed to do so, the sinking weight of guilt set in on the Neko's heart knowing he couldn't do that now. Kyo turned around without knocking Yuki down and hoisted the nezumi onto his back, "pretend you're asleep, it'll save a ton of questions."
Yuki nodded and rested his head on Kyo's shoulder as the red head made their trek back to the house. Opening the door to reveal Shigure carrying a sleeping Tohru upstairs, the author turned to see Kyo with Yuki on his back asleep, nodding he continued upstairs and Kyo followed behind and placed Yuki in his room, leaving to his own. Upon hearing Shigure make his way downstairs, Yuki quietly made his way into the bathroom and cut the hot water on Yuki stripped down and got in, the junishi grabbed a towel and scrubbed and scrubbed until his skin stung and was bright red, dropping the towel Yuki pulled his knees up to his chest and sobbed. No matter how hard he scrubbed, no matter how much it stung he could still feel Akito's hands on him.
Kyo slammed his on hand desk the sound echoing off of his walls of the room clenching his jaw in anger and hurt having no clue what to make of this situation, hearing Yuki give hear wrenching sobs from within the bathroom reminded him of the time with Tohru's mother. The immense weight of guilt buried him and slowly he could feel himself slipping into depression.