Where All Things Meet

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story, 'cept Muso, who's really not that important anyway, sorry to disappoint.

AN: So I decided to write a Kyo/Haru since they're probably my favorite pairing at the moment. Comments are greatly appreciated since I like to know what people think of my writing. I'm not going to beg for comments though because authors who beg for comments annoy me, so read and enjoy, and if you feel there is something that needs to be added, fixed, replaced, or just edited all together, leave me a comment and I will take it into consideration.

Oh, I recommend while reading you listen to the songs, which are the chapter titles. I wrote the chapters to those songs on repeat, so the content in the chapters kinda goes along with the song. Alright, I'll shut up now

Ok, on with the story :

Chapter 1- Will of the Heart (Shiro Sagisu)

(Kyo's POV)

I could run away right now and no one would ever notice.

You may think, "How can someone be forgotten so easily?"

Well if you're considered the black sheep of the family it's not hard for people to forget you on the simple fact that everyone either hates you or refuses to relate themselves with you on the simple assumption that they would be dirtying themselves by being around you. This is how my whole family feels, even my late mother, who killed herself in a means to stay away from me. After my last fight with Yuki, and realization that Tohru did not love me, I decided to bail out once and for all, Akito be dammed in her efforts to control me, I really could care less. So on that cold December night, in the freezing rain, I fled from the place of some of my happiest and saddest memories. I knew that no one would come after me until I was long gone, since they were used to me disappearing for long periods of time any way. Once I could no longer see the house, I allowed my tears to flow. It had been a long time since I had cried, but unlike the times before, this cry was not one of liberation, it was one of desperation and pure loneliness, for that was all I felt at that very moment.

(Yuki's POV)

Where could that baka-neko have gone to now? Does he not realize how worried Tohru gets when he leaves like this? Moreover, this time he didn't even take his cell phone, so we have no clue where he could have gone, and we can't contact him. I hope this has nothing to do with our most recent fight, which seemed to shake him up a bit, but who would have figured that Tohru would have gone for me and not him. Well he shouldn't be so selfish anyway! Matters of the heart no one can judge. I guess Shigure will have to call the main house if he doesn't show up in a few days. Goddammit Kyo! Do you not understand how much trouble you cause?!

(Kyo's POV)

I ran until I came across a dark alley with some bums taking refuge from the storm in it. I had no clue where I was, but I knew I was far from Shigure's house, and that was all that really mattered. I knew that if I stayed any longer in this weather I would probably catch pneumonia, which would leave me helpless to fend myself from the rest of my journey, so I decided to take refuge with the bums. There was one, an older man, who still had a little room in his living space, which consisted of a rather sturdy cardboard box.

"Umm… If it would not be too much trouble, could I…"

"Not used to asking favors of others, huh? Well it's ok, my box is your box, but only if you agree to talk to me."

"Sure… whatever."

"So what's your name, son?"

"Kyo…"

"Happen to have a last name Kyo?"

"No…"

"Well that's alright, I'm Muso. I've been on the streets a long time Kyo, and I recommend that a one such as you not wander too far from here, for here you are safe, anywhere else I cannot guarantee that."

"Thanks for the advice Muso. I think I'll be able to get along just fine here, you don't mind if I stay?"

"Not at all, as long as you continue to talk with me, for it has been a very long time since I have spoken to one so young. But I digress, you should be sleeping, for you appear to have traveled a long ways to arrive here."

"Indeed, I have."