Imprisonment

A Fruits Basket fan fic

Prologue

Summary: One cold, winter day, the Sohma master suddenly decides to bring pain upon his favorite prey. And what kind of pain is it? More terrible than what is known – a pain described as pure torture. A Yukiru fic.

Author's notes: First and foremost – I do not own Fruits Basket, and I do not make profit from this fan fic. I would like to say that there would be yaoi moments, implicated yaoi themes. But I will tell you that this is a Yukiru fan fic. Comment on anything – I would like to hear from you. And please – review 'Just One Novel'.

That is all.

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Basked in the glory of winter sunlight, her warm skin glowed in ethereal beauty. Long, silken tendrils of chocolate brown hair flittered around her perfect face, her lips glimmering in a perfect shade of pale pink, her breathing quiet and rather even. Her lake-blue eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of rest as she drifted into sleep. Snow slowly floated down to the earth below, falling beside all the other snowflakes that have gone before them.

All at once, her blue eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting the tranquil white ceiling.

"Time to make breakfast." She happily hummed to herself as she got out of bed, thinking of what to cook for the three Sohma men.

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"Ah, Tohru-kun, you have outdid yourself! This breakfast is absolutely SUPERB!" Sohma Shigure started his round of praises for the 18-year-old Honda Tohru. Sohma Kyou just rolled his eyes at his older cousin, silently enjoying the beautiful meal that Tohru had prepared for them.

Surprisingly, Tohru didn't blush, blink, sigh or made whatever signal of response. Her eyes were glued to the stairs.

"Doshite, Tohru-kun?" Shigure asked, his gaze turning to the set of stairs. "Is anything wrong?"

"Nothing." Tohru responded. "It's just that Sohma-kun – eh – Yuki-kun has not yet come down from his room." Tohru added, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Don't mind that baka nezumi. Maybe he overslept. Stupid rat." Kyou commented after swallowing a bit of a pancake.

"Are you sure, Kyou-kun?" Tohru asked, turning her eyes to the orange-haired man. "I mean, Yuki-kun has never overslept…and…I'm worried about him." She ended her sentence with those words, her gaze then dropping to the plate of pancakes reserved for the silver-purple haired 18-year-old.

"Alright, alright. I'm going to go up and wake up the baka nezumi." Kyou gave in at the look that Tohru had in her eyes. Kyou stood up and ascended up the stairs, trudging to Yuki's room. Tohru and Shigure waited for any sound or action at all, but there was none.

"Kyou, are you okay up there?" Shigure called out, making sure that Kyou heard him. But there was no response.

"Kyou-kun?" Tohru followed.

Out of curiosity, Shigure and Tohru finally left the dining table and followed Kyou up the stairs. When they arrived in front of Yuki's room's doorway, Kyou was just standing inside, dumbfounded.

"He's gone. That baka nezumi's gone. Here's the note." Kyou wheeled around, a piece of paper in between his fingers. "It says that Hatori left with Yuki early in the morning to bring that baka nezumi to the main house."

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