A/N: I'd like to thank everybody who left their thoughts on my last chapter, but also everyone that's added it to favs, alerts, or simply just read it!

Here's chapter two! I've been trying to upload this for a few days now but it hasn't been letting me..grr...but anyways, it's here now!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket in any way, shape or form (seriously, I don't even own a copy of the manga..I borrowed it or found it online!) I have stuck in a few OC's as is necessary but anything included in Fruits Basket is not my own!!

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Kyo's POV

Chapter 2: Dojo

I woke as morning sunlight was slowly creeping in through the window. I lay on my side and watched the golden rays fall upon the face of my sleeping angel, illuminating her features and enhancing her beauty. I swept her fringe aside gently with my finger and left a soft kiss on her forehead. It had only been a week since we had moved here but even after this short time, I knew this was the only way I ever wished to live my life.

I rolled once more onto my back and started at the white ceiling above. Together, in our own house, every day. The realisation of this was still sinking through my head. I, the cat, the monster of the zodiac, was finally free and on top of that, I was loved. It was as I was living a dream. A sudden wave of guilt spread through me as I remembered all of the cats before me who had suffered and died as cursed souls, never remembered, never loved; who had lived the lives of criminals and been punished merely for their existence. I had been freed. Saved from the nothingness by the kind heart of the girl by my side. For this, I was truly thankful. For this, I knew I could never repay her, but I was prepared to spend the rest of my life trying to. I loved her more than anything else in this world.

I waited for half an hour or so but Tohru still did not stir. My own natural impatience forced me to crawl out of bed and start doing something. Breakfast, seemed the obvious place to start! So I threw on a T-shirt (A/N: He wore shorts to sleep in - he's going to cook in his pyjamas!) and made my way downstairs as quietly as possible.

Beside the entrance to the kitchen hung two aprons; a pink one for Tohru and a plain one for me. We often shared the task of preparing food. Tohru has objected at first, but after reminding her that she no longer needed to work as a rent fee, she agreed it would be twice as fun if we shared the job. I tied my apron around my waist and washed my hands before I began to steam some rice and make miso soup. I would prepare the breakfast fit for a princess!

Once the food was ready, I placed it properly, following all traditional rules of table-laying etiquette, on a tray and carried it carefully up to our room.

"Good morning!"

Tohru opened her eyes as she heard the door open and the smell of food reached her nostrils. She smiled with delight as I placed the tray down before her!

"Kyo!!!" She threw her arms around my neck almost strangling me in her happiness, "I'm so happy! You really didn't need to do this! I feel so special! Thank you! Thank you!" Her ability to make even the smallest gestures seem like life changing events always made my heart swell with joy. I watched her as she took her first mouthful, "It's delicious!!"

I couldn't resist smiling. No one could ever resist smiling in the presence of Tohru. She just radiates such good feelings, it's amazing. She's amazing.

"You have your first class today don't you Kyo?"

"Ah, yeah that." Today was the opening of the dojo. I had put up a poster the day after we arrived asking anyone interested in martial arts lessons to ring and leave their name. The phones had never stopped! I had decided I would open 12 – 2 p.m on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays for senior members with prior experience, Tuesdays from 5pm until 7pm for beginner seniors, Thursday 7 – 8pm was for juniors with experience and Friday from 7 until 8 for junior beginners. I was also planning on starting private tuition in my spare hours, but I thought I'd see how things went for a few weeks first, that way I could get used to teaching and get used to my pupils.

"Are you nervous" Tohru asked me when she had finished eating her breakfast and lain the try down on the floor beside the bed.

"Yes, quite nervous" I replied truthfully, "I've never taught anyone before. I'm not entirely sure what I should do, and I'm almost certain I should have done a course of something in teaching, safety and first aid before I decided to go into teaching. Shishou said I shouldn't worry and should do it in my spare time, but I feel sorta bad about it."

"Don't worry. Shishou's right, you can do it in your spare time. You'll be fine! I'm sure of it!" I was still uncertain but the sparkling in Tohru's eyes made it impossible for me to doubt myself any more.

And so, I changed into my gi (white martial arts suit) and I set out to my dojo for my first taste of teaching. I stepped through the sliding doors, out of my shoes and onto the wooden floor which Tohru and I had spent all yesterday polishing. Inside, it was a large, empty training area with a storeroom at the back where I had discovered the basic equipment I would need to training; floor mats for practising throws and stretches, body protection for when sparring, mitts for sparring, and target mitts for when practising punches and kicks.

My first students arrived while I was doing some simple warm-up stretches to calm my nerves.

"Good afternoon, Sensei" A tall, dark haired guy, about the same age as me, said as he made his bow before entering. "My name is Matsumoto Yuri"

"And I'm Noguchi Kaito" A shorter guy bowed and stepped up to greet me. He looked a year or two older than Matsumoto and he seemed a determined student.

"If you'd like to get started on some warm-up stretches before the others arrive that'd be great." I was planning on a doing a group warm-up anyway but it seemed the most appropriate thing to set them doing while we waited.

My class consisted of 7 guys; 2 at 5th kyu (blue belt), 3 at 6th Kyu (purple belt) , 1 at 7th kyu (1st brown) and 1 at 8th kyu (2nd brown). There was also a girl of around my age at 6th kyu. Overall, not a bad group to begin with.

"Ok, since I have no idea of your capabilities, only your grades to go with, I think we should go through the basics." I addressed the group after the warm-up.

"Hai Sensei" They said in unison as they stood before me in a line of grade order.

"Seiza" I said and the class knelt together for the opening bow. On command, they bowed once to agree to dojo rules and etiquette and then again to agree to listen to the sensei. For the rest of the training session I observed their techniques, starting at the simplest strikes, blocks and stances before progressing through the different grades. For the last half an hour I assessed their kata as they started with the first and worked through as far as they had graded up to. I made mental notes of their strengths and weaknesses so I could begin work on that during the next class. I also noted which kata each individual could perform up to.

"Seiretsu" I said at the end of the two hours, and they lined up again in belt order as they had done at the beginning. It felt very odd to watch as men older than myself followed my commands.

"Thank you all for coming, On Wednesday I think we'll split into two groups and work on some kata and I'd also like to take a look at your sparring since we never got round to that today. I'd like to speak to Ida and Satoya before you go please and I'll see you all on Wednesday. Tachi Rei" They bowed and class was dismissed.

"Sensei" I was approached by two men wearing brown belts around their waists. Ida Masaru and Satoya Osamu.

"Thanks for waiting. I was just wondering if the two of you would like to lend a hand during the junior class on Friday evenings. There's about 18 beginners signed up and I'd quite like to split them into smaller groups through the lessons. There's no trouble if you can't make it"

"No, no, sensei. I'd be happy to help" They both seemed enthusiastic about helping so I arranged to meet them half an hour before junior class on Friday before I locked up the dojo and headed home to the shower.

Even though I'd done very little work, I felt exhausted and sticky from sweat. I was used to this feeling, after all the training I'd done in my life, and I supposed I'd get used to the feeling of teaching. It's a little odd being called sensei by men twice your age, it's even weirder watching them follow command, but I had enjoyed teaching and was definitely looking forward to running the next class.

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There you go, chappie 2! Not a lot happens really but I'm still getting started. We'll have to see what happens next…haven't really finished planning it myself so anything could happen!! I'd just like to say that the Dojo terms and belt systems were all of Wadokai karate-do. I used to do that so I knew them! Let's just assume Kyo's teaching that shall we!!

Now if you'd be so kind as to leave your thoughts, whether it be praise or insult, I would appreciate it! I'll try to update as often as I can if you'd like to read more! Thank you for reading this far! Take care, Adela xxx