AN: Hey Everyone! I haven't been on in FOREVER, I know! I've been having trouble with my computer and having all my files and hard work randomly deleted... let's just say I haven't had much inspiration to write. But anyways, I noticed there weren't many YukixKyo fics out there, (Which is like, one of my favorite ships), so I decided I might as well write one myself! Hope you enjoy the Fruits Basket feelsy-ness to come! :)

You're Too Weak.

Chapter 1:

"Fight me!" I yelled for the umpteenth time, "I'll beat you this time!"

The smirk on his face is disgusting...poisonous, even.

"Why don't you believe me? I will! I'll beat you and I will become of the zodiac!"

I charge at him, stretching back my arm to throw a punch to his face, which his dodges easily.

"Ugh!"

I turn around, ready to attack again, but he's already there.

He grabs my arm in a flash, twisting it at an unnatural angle before I could process my position.

"Let me go you damn rat!"

"Give up," he states, shrugging.

"Never!" I yell, fighting back tears.

It wasn't fair.

He frowns slightly before effortlessly pulling on the mangled limb, causing me to scream out.

"I'll break it if you don't give up," he states calmly.

"Shut up!" I growl, "I will NEVER give up!"

And then I hear a snap.

A loud snap.

I look up into the sky, a broken scream forcing its way between my lips. I go to cradle the useless arm, and he is already gone.

He broke my arm and then he left.

It wasn't fair...

But then again it was never really fair.

I huddle into the corner, condensing myself into a tiny ball of a human, ashamed to be who I was.

The pain, both inside and out, was too much, and the tears flowed freely down my face, landing on my knees.

I didn't choose to be born this way.

I didn't want to be born year of the cat.

It was awful... the way they all treated me because of something as uncontrollable as that.

I didn't even care about the sharp pain that jolted through my body at every movement of my arm; I just needed to be alone.

I was a failure.

The only emotion I could process was shame.

Shame.

I lost again.

Again.

Why does the world hate me?

Why does he hate me?

"I want to be one of them!" I sob, shaking slightly, sending more pain to my arm.

And I realized.

I never would be.