The Feelings We Have
Neh...I don't own Fruits Basket...or the music here...T.T
Chapter 1
Kyo slid into the cool comfort of his room, his skin now missing the rooftop's warmth. He walked over to his desk and pressed the 'play' button on his small cd player. Kyo saw the title of the cd, Yuki's mix, twirl around through the almost clear cover. He had stolen yet another of the Rat's mixes days ago, and wondered if he was ever going to realized that it was gone.
The lyrics of the song drifted off into the air around Kyo's room, as he quietly mouthed the words to himself.
You poor, sweet, innocent thing
Dry your eyes and testify
You know you live to break me-don't deny
Sweet sacrifice
Through loud voice and song, Kyo could hear light footsteps going up the stairs and towards his room. Only one person, Kyo thought. Why bother me now? He's already kicked my ass today, so why bother me again? There was a loud knock on the door, but Kyo ignored it as he slid further onto his bed, hearing the song change faintly. The door slid open, a rather angry Yuki barging in.
"Would you mind telling me exactly you keep taking me mixes?"
"Nope," Kyo said, letting the new song sink into his mind.
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of 'just friends'
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
Who never had it at all
"Then why don't you make your own?" Yuki asked, taking his cd out of the player.
"Stealing your's is easier," Kyo said, not even an ounce of anger in his voice. "What's it to you, anyway? It's not like I damage 'em or anything…Oh, and thanks oh so much for the bruise forming on my face…"
Yuki did have to admit what Kyo said was true. He took extremely good care of his, and sometimes other people's, possessions. If Kyo takes this much care of personal belongings, then how well would he take care of a lover? Yuki shook off the thought, muttering something along the lines of "baka neko" before leaving the room.
Kyo rose to his feet and walked to where Yuki was only seconds ago. He inhaled deeply, the Rat's scent filling his lungs. God, his scent's intoxicating…I have to be careful during our next fight…If I get too close to him…I can't let him notice anything…
Kyo stood there until the last of the Rat's scent was gone. He exhaled smoothly wondering how exactly the Rat felt. It seemed as though Yuki hated him, but then again, that's the same image Kyo chose to direct towards said Rat.
There was a slight knock at the door, followed by Shigure walking in. "You didn't tell him, did you?"
"Why the hell would I? Shall I give you a brief recap of our last conversation on this topic?" Kyo said, casting an annoyed glare at the Dog.
"No, no…I just think it's be one less thing to deal with…"
"Yeah, well, if he turned me down, that's be a bigger thing to deal with," Kyo said. "And get outta my room, will ya?!"
"Alright, just…think it over," Shigure left the room, closing the door with a light 'thud.'
Damn dog…I have thought about it…If I tell him, I get rejected…But…
Flashback
"You know, Kyo, if you tell him, it'll be a load off your shoulders," Shigure said, flipping through the newspaper.
"I'm not telling him, damnit!" Kyo slammed his fist down on the table, almost splitting it.
"Love's a powerful thing. He might accept your feelings .And besides. If you don't get him now, a fresh, young, beautiful high school girl might get him."
"Shut up, damn perv. I'm never telling him and that's final!" Kyo stood, walking out of the house and towards the dojo.
End Flashback
-End Chapter one-