Ch2
Well... I am happy to know I got this story faved, but I would really like to have some more reviews. Yes, I already have the story completed and ready for your pleasure... But I really would like to know more about people's opinions about my stories. So, because of the only review from one nice fan, I shall dedicate this chapter to Bella SwanxEdward Cullen. Way to go for actually sending me a review. You deserve a dedication lol!
Now on with the show!
The morning sun was creeping up the sky. Thoru lay on our marital bed, her creamy skin against the hunter green sheets. Her hair was a woodsy blanket as it gracefully covered her back. Back in school, when we were studying Greek mythology, I always pictured Gaia's hair like Tohru, rich brown hair turning into the earth. And there she was, resting peacefully. I kissed her head carefully as I slid out of bed. I dressed quickly, not wanting to wake up my seraph from her slumber. I left the house at about 7 o'clock.
I was going to see Yuki at the coffee shop for a while. I had to talk to him about the curs and how it made him feel. I needed my characters to be as accrete as possible. And Yuki was a part of this story whether I liked it or not.
I was walking down the streets absent-mindedly, vaguely aware of where I was going. How was I going to write the story was truly on my mind. I knew I was going to start with my family, meaning my biological parents. I remember getting a phone call from my real father the day I got married to Tohru. Saying that he and I were never close would be an understatement. The man ran out on my mother and when I was only a baby. He left us before I was even old enough to walk. Of course I still held resentment towards the man who helped my mom give me life. Part of me knew that my mom held a grudge against me for being the cat; despite the fact that I read my mother's diary many years ago. I still felt to this day that I ruined my mother's marriage and life.
I asked him how he even got my number, for I never wanted to hear his voice again. And he simply laughed, saying that he got it from my dad. And by that, he meant Shishio. Still to this day I wish that Shishio was my real father. And I know that he wishes that too. That is why we consider each other father and son. He is one of the only people who can truly understand me. But my biological father congratulated me on getting married. He even decided to let me know that he got remarried after some time after leaving my mom, and that I had two other siblings, a brother and a sister that are probably around Kisa's age. It wasn't the fact of discovering that I had siblings I found interesting. I found our conversation fascinating because of what he told me that I will forever take to heart.
"Your mom could have abandoned you. She could have become something. But the woman had so much love for you that she would have died for you. Hell, I think she did.
"But, Kyo, never make the mistakes I did with your mother and you. You proved yourself beyond any curse. I'm proud of you."
I knew that I would somehow put that in the story. Somehow, I would put the wisdom my father could only give me-- Never become like him. And I knew I would never become like my father. I would never leave my wife and daughter.
I was waiting in line for a cup of coffee. Back when I was a teenager, I thought the stuff was revolting. But now that I am older, coffee is actually enjoyable. Besides, I kind of need it to start my day off. I'm sadly not as young as I once was. Oh, that is sort of making me depressed. So close to my thirties that I can almost feel the back pains. I was a bit startled when I felt somebody tap me on the shoulder.
"Stupid cat." A man's voice whispered in amusement.
"Damn rat." I smirked.
"How's Tohru?" Yuki asked.
Yuki cut his hair again. It was a little messy like always, but he seemed to look very good with his high school hair style. It was probably about the same size back in high school in our second or third year. No body would guess from a distance that Yuki was in business. Of course he would be in business. The guy was working with publicity figures for some big company. And I knew he was very good at his job.
"She's doing well." I smiled. "How about the wife and boys?"
"Good, good." Yuki muttered as we took a step in line.
Yuki was dating Machi for about six months when he got her pregnant. Less than a year had passed when the curse had been lifted when he was involved with her. They got married shortly after that and have been together ever since. I admire him, not for his stupidity in knocking up the woman, but for actually making the marriage work for so long. I know that they both have had their struggles in life. Nobody in the family expected them to last this long. But here they were, ten years of marital bliss. Not many people in today's world can make a marriage last for five years it seems.
"Sir, what would you like to order?"
I blinked my eyes to see a young woman at the cash register. It seemed that it was our turn to order. Yuki and I quickly ordered some coffee and began talking again as we waited for our drinks.
"So why did you want to talk to me, Kyo?" Yuki asked. "I'm sure it isn't about reminiscing about the 'good ol' days'."
"You're right."
"So?"
"I'm writing a book." I stated.
"And?"
"It's about the curse."
"You're writing about the family secret?" Yuki asked bewildered.
"Your order." The woman barked in annoyance.
Yuki grabbed both of our orders as I found a table to sit. It was funny now. Had anybody told Yuki and I that we would actually be able to sit at a table and sip coffee without wanting to beat the other into a bloody pulp, both of us would have laughed in their faces. Both Yuki and I were bitter rivals. I think we both probably would have danced on the other's grave if we could. We both were jalousie of what the other had. We didn't realize that we were both the same in so many ways. And now, both of us are content with our lives. Both of us are good people to our family's; hard-working just to support them. I guess envy can make anybody seem petty. I am just glad to have that stage out of the way. Yuki is a good friend to have. And I am not ashamed to admit it. I am happy to know that we both are friends and get along well with each other. It gets tiring holding so much hate in one's heart. It's better to hold love; much lighter.
"So, why are you writing about the curse?" Yuki asked.
"I think it will make for a good story." I grinned.
"What's the name of the book?"
"I'm not sure." I spoke. "Tohru wants to name it Fruits Basket. A weird name for a weird story." I chuckled.
"Indeed."
"But, I'm thinking of something like 12+1; A Family's Curse, or something like that." I sighed as I sipped my cup.
"Good titles."
"Thank you."
"But, I'm guessing this isn't what you want to talk to me about."
"You're rather inceptive."
Thank you."
"Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush. I wanted to know more about the rat." I began. "I don't want the rat to be 2-D. I want to know how you were back then."
"Dark. I remember being in a dark room because of Akito. I would beg to be let out." Yuki began as he sipped on his coffee. It was eerie how he did it. He was acting as if he were discussing the weather, or something casual. "My mother had a cruel sense of humor. She named me Yuki simply because I was cold in her hands. But sometimes I think it was because of the strain and coldness she felt after giving birth to yet an other Zodiac child.; knowing that she could never hold me and Ayame. I can imagine her excited as she realized she was having another child. Thinking that she could hug this child all she wants. And then, when I was born, she held me for the first time and I turned into something from Old McDonald's farm."
"Do you blame yourself?" I asked.
"Did you blame yourself for your mother's death?" he answered my question with another. I knew that answer was; yes, I did.
"My mother was tiered. She had given up. The only reason she didn't forget about me was because she wasn't disgusted. She was able to live a sane life knowing who I was, or more importantly, what I was."
"Did you hate me?" I asked curiously.
"Not hate really. Just angry and jalousie. I could not really hate you, Kyo. I was just angry at your for not wanting the life you had because I wanted it so badly." Yuki sighed. "Hate you, no. I never thought much of the banquet story enough to hate others or like others. All it is to me is a story. Nothing more, nothing less."
Yuki and I spent hours talking about our childhoods, how we felt that our lives would always be surrounded by such a sinister cloud of doubt and pain. And how we were miraculously cured by my wife. We agreed on that, Tohru saved us. And we were both very blessed for that woman.
And thus ends an other chapter. Now please review and tell me how much you enjoyed it or how much of a life I need for writing fanfiction. Ha. I have been suffering from bordom in Puerto Rico. You see... I live with old people and all they have is Veggie Tales. So I kinda memorised a good amount of the songs... And found one of the Easter Eggs which is the Hair Brush Song in Japanese... My life at the moment is non-existant. All I do is study and write fanfiction. Such a pathetic life I live now. I miss my last boyfriend and his pe-! I must not defile people's minds. LOL.
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Oh and hasn't anybody noticed that I don't spell check my A/N's at the bottom. Yeah... I don't. My spelling fails.... Fales? Oh well... Their both the same. iAdios!
