Chapter two

Yuki walked slowly through campus, his classes for the day finished. First semester was coming to an end and cherry blossoms were in bloom. Finding an empty bench in the campus gardens, Yuki plumbed himself down and looked toward the sky for comfort. It was not long before his eyes shifted away in a hurry. The deep blue of the sky reminded him of Kyo's favorite hoodie, and Yuki had always been able to tell Kyo needed comfort when he wore it. Strange how much you miss something you've come to hate.

From the beginning Yuki had been interested in Kyo, but Kyo, being so focused on only those in his close knit circle of family and friends, hadn't noticed. Not only that, but Akito made sure Yuki never had the chance to talk to Kyo. When Kyo's mother passed away, Yuki had watched silently from the sidelines as Kyo's heart was torn apart from the forced opinion that he had caused his mother's death. Year's passed and because of Kyo's new life with Kazama, Yuki saw little of him. Slowly, little by little Yuki became hateful towards Kyo; he was someone who Yuki saw as lucky. Kyo had been able to enjoy the curse from the safety of distance from the Sohma's, taken care of by someone who actually cared. When Kyo had returned and had began living at Shigure's with himself and Tohru; Yuki began to hate Kyo more, he couldn't understand why Kyo couldn't appreciate what he had. As for Yuki, he was scared silly that the next day would be his last at Shigure's, he was sure Akito would force him back with her.

When graduation rolled around, Yuki had realized even though one side of him still felt bitter and jealous towards Kyo, the other side him yearned for Kyo. Yuki had just begun to face his strange feelings for Kyo when that fateful day had come. He remembered vividly the anxious fear that had engulfed him at the graduation ceremony. Kyo had not shown up and when they had called his name, no one stepped forward to receive a diploma. He remembered catching Tohru's eye and seeing his inner apprehensive feelings displayed on her face.

As soon as the ceremony had ended Yuki and Tohru practically ran back to Shigure's. What they saw as they stood in the entrance, catching their breaths, would change their lives forever. The sickening scene they beheld tore open all the hurts time together had been healing. Kyo lay unconscious stripped down to his boxers, beaten, bitten, and bruised. Akito stood over him, her fists raw and bleeding, and fresh blood shimmering faintly on her lips. She stood feet hip length apart, a hateful glare pouring off her rage filled face directed down on Kyos unmoving broken body. Yuki and Tohru stood staring for what seemed like hours before Akito noticed them. Yuki had remembered Akito's head finally rising, and in seeing the horrified looks on their faces gave an irritating smile and broke the resonating silence.

"I have no wish to intrude on brother Shigure's hospitality any longer." As if she had finished a cup of tea and polite conversation. A few feet behind Akito Shigure's very pale face grimaced. "Hatori lets go. Oh and bring the monster." Until then they hadn't seen the quiet doctor standing perfectly still in dark corner watching. Still in a complete state of shock Tohru and Yuki watched helpless as Hatori walked past them carrying Kyo-

"Yuki?" A small voice called and started him to his surroundings. Yuki rubbed the pungent memory from his tired eyes and looked up to his intruder. A fragile girl hiding behind large framed glasses looked down at him nervously. She looked slightly familiar but he couldn't place her face. "Are you alright?" She questioned gently. "I'm sorry I interrupted... You just-it just looked like you were in pain..."

He shook his head, breaking their eye contact. "Umm..." He started awkwardly, "Do I know you..." His voice trailed off.

"Oh I'm in your Calculus class... Can I walk you too the train or bus? You look really pale." She asked quietly. Before he realized it he was nodding, he hated accepting help, especially from someone he didn't know, but he just felt so weak...

Slowly my eyes had opened. Everything hurt. My body was sprawled unmoving on the cold ground and I had raised my head to mentally account for the little amount of skin still left undamaged. Gashes littered my skin, some older than others, some scabbing, some oozing blood and clear bodily fluids. The larger cuts had been sewn with surgical thread which I assumed had been done while I had been asleep. Taking a deep breath I was able to myself up, leaning back on my bruised elbows. Only then did I realize I wasn't alone in the room. Turning my head to the left, I saw someone step out of the shadows, his black shoes causing pounding echoes as he walked along the cold stone floor.

"You're finally awake," His deep voice nothing but professional. "I took the liberty of patching up the worst of your wounds. How are you feeling?"

I looked up at him, he seemed familiar, but the harder I tried to remember the less I could get. "Who are you?" My cracked scratchy voice finally came.

A strange look crossed his face. "Kyo, you don't remember me?"

"Kyo?" I croaked back. There's no way that was my name. Well it could be, I could think of nothing better.

The man who was now kneeling beside me sighed. "You've been physically and mentally injured, so I'm not surprised you've had memory loss. But I need to know Kyo, what do you remember?"

I looked at him. What do I remember? Nothing... nothing. I felt like crying, I wanted to go home, wherever home was. I wanted, I wanted... Yuki. Yuki? What was a Yuki? Before I could even open my mouth to answer the stern looking, well-dressed man, the door to the dingy room swung open. Instinctively my aching body began crawling as far away from the door as possible.

"Hatori," a voice sounded indignantly from the door way, "Why am I not surprised. Looking in on our little monster were you?" The being trotted up to me, unfortunately I had run out of space to move away and I was kicked sharply in the ribs. I heard my own voice cry out in agony and felt a loud snap as I fell from all fours to the ground.

"Akito! You'll kill him! He's endured over six months of this, any more and he'll die!" The stern gentleman rasped, fear radiating off him. Six months? I have been here for six months? Where was I before this?

A harsh laugh sound lunged at me from the being that stood between me and the door. "What is so wrong with killing him? No one would feel a loss for our poor little kitty. Besides, most of the time he's asleep or laying on the bed as that damned cat."

"That's the only reason he's even alive!" This so-called Hatori fellow replied desperately. Suddenly I was finding it hard to concentrate. What this Akito person said about a cat didn't seem to faze me, even though I had forgotten even my own name it seemed I knew all along I was a cat. As if all this was my fault; I deserved to be in this hell-hole stripped of my dignity. I laid my head to the floor in defeat and silently cried; my nose ground into the floor to hide my tears from the other two.

Akito saw my defeated body language and laughed. "See Hatori! He doesn't even care. Even he thinks the world would benefit in wake of his death." Her laughter died as she leaned down to flip me over hard on the dirty floor. I closed my eyes, so I didn't have to face this tormentor, this angry being who held me at her mercy. She ground my back firmly into the floor; her hand pressed into my chest. Then she saw them-my tears. Suddenly her glee was replaced by harsh anger. "Don't you dare pity yourself!" She screamed into my ear. "You monster! You deserve nothing, you are subject to my feelings, you are no ones concern!" She moved her hand from my pain filled chest to slap my face. I opened my eyes in confusion. Why did my sadness angered her so? I guess opening my eyes was the mistake. "Don't you dare look me in the eye, you, you MONSTER!" Her nails dug into my face and I closed my lids to shield my eyes, my hands flinging forward, instinctively protecting my face. "I'll teach you!" She spat at me and I opened my eyes again to see her untying her robes. She knelt on me her legs spread, my cowering legs squeezed tightly in-between. With a strong had she sought out my penis, limp and in pain like the rest of my body. So much pain spread forth as she grabbed me, that I could tell this was not the first time this act had been done to my weak shivering body. Her bare flesh now exposed, I watched as the cold air made her small pert breasts go hard, and fear washed over my body. I felt as suddenly my hand encased penis was rammed into her tight body. The pain washed over me and I screamed with as little volume as possible. I watched her body begin to pump over me and felt another scream rip through my cracked throat. The anger in her face increased as she heard me and leant forward to shove her hand over my mouth causing me to choke back the intense sound. After a few minutes of floating in an out of consciousness I felt her muscles around my penis tense and shutter and soon her whole body was limp. Her hand moved from my mouth to where the other lay on my chest, the only thing keeping her vertical.

"Hatori," she croaked weakly, "help me up and back to my quarters." Hatori who was still kneeling in the same position as when Akito had entered the room, lifted his eyes from the floor and immediately came to her aid. As the door clanged shut, I felt my head swarm out of consciousness, and then there was... no more.

Sorry, I have updated to edit this chapter. Unfortunately, I have been having some tense and grammatical problems. Note to all I wouldn't mind if someone wanted to be my beta... In fact I would love you forever (probably not in sexual tense). Anyways, I hope you like the story so far.

Little Dumpling.

Ps. I was contemplating an amazing smut fest between two of the older Zodiac members, now I have already picked which two, but it would be really awesome to see your thoughts or ideas on the subject... I am easily persuaded.