Disclaimer: Still no ownage of the Fruits Basket… Or Senses Fail… (Which is where the chapter title comes from.)
"We've Got Another Victim"
"Kyo…Kun?"
Tohru couldn't breathe. One moment before… Seconds before, her fingertips had been connected to Kyo-kun's… and… They had been ripped away. Disappeared into the black, dark night. Tohru Honda let out a sob, and dropped to her knees in the soft dirt, palms planted firmly into the ground. Gone. He was gone. The only thing left of him were the words ringing he had screamed ringing in her ears.
"I love you…Tohru...I love you…"
They played over and over again, like a song inside her mind, and she let out a wail. Gripping the little grass there was under her palms, and ripping it from the earth. She had to get him back… Had to. He couldn't be gone. Just hours before, all three of them: Yuki-kun, Kyo-kun, and herself had stood at the head of the class, clutching their diplomas as their hats flew into the air, laughing. Everything had been at peace then. And now…
"Miss Honda?" A soft voice called Tohru out from the dark memories surrounding her. Looking up, she wiped away the tears clouding her vision, bringing Yuki-kun into clear view. He gazed down at her, expression full of concern, yet, oddly blank. It was then Tohru remembered…
"I'll kill you! Die!"
"Are you okay, Miss Honda?" It was a stupid question to ask, but no other words came to the young Sohma's mind at the moment. Tohru shrugged halfheartedly, and Yuki reached out his hand, helping her to her feet. Her arms, hands, knees and face were smeared with dirt, which Yuki carefully wiped off with his sleeve.
"Let's go inside." He suggested quietly. "There's nothing more for us out here."
"I have to get him back…" Whispered Tohru, as she allowed the rat to lead her back into the house. "I have to…" Another bout of tears came, and she choked on her words.
"We will, Miss Honda… We will."
LINE BREAK
Inside, Shigure sat calmly in his armchair, reading a book by the dim light of the lamp that sat beside the chair. He looked up as the two entered the house, expression calm, and oddly blank. Yuki glared. Had he even bothered to come outside when one of the residents of his house was taken hostage? Bastard.
Tohru, however, was more naïve. "They took…Kyo-kun." She burst out, through tears, launching herself forward, and nearly falling over, catching the doorframe for support. "We've got to get him back…" She finished, hiccupping.
Shigure smiled gently, and closed his book with a patience that make Yuki's blood boil. "Now now," he began, in a quiet, yet somehow less than gentle tone, "We've all know that Kyo was bound for isolation… It is fate, as the Cat. There's really nothing we can do about it, Tohru, dear. You know, why don't you just head on up to bed? I'm sure you'll be able to understand the situation a whole lot better when you awaken."
Tohru, let out another sob, and nodded, lurching forward and slowly staggering up the stairs, like a drunken woman. Yuki could not bring himself to follow her. Instead, he stared at Shigure, who had calmly returned to his book.
"Bastard." Yuki whispered. Then, gaining more confidence,
"Fuck you."
Shigure went ridged in his chair. His black eyes seemed to glow as coals as he stared down at Yuki, shock written all over his face. Yuki had never said that. Not once, while living under Shigure's roof. Yuki may have had his spats with Kyo, but that word, that one awful, profane word had never come into the conversation. The dog blinked. Had he… Misheard Yuki?
"Yuki?" Murmured Shigure weakly.
"Fuck you." Snarled Yuki once more. His voice still held it's dark, calm tone, one that he had used many times before… But now it seemed to reverberate around the room ominously.
"Fuck you and your "I'm above it all" act. Do you have a soul? No. You don't. You can't. The words that just came out of your mouth- the words that you just said to Miss Honda… No one with a soul could say those words."
The sillouette of the boy only stood in the doorway for a moment more, before turning its back on the man in the armchair. Without another word, Yuki Sohma retreated to his room, not to leave it until dawn finally broke the horizon.
LINE BREAK
"LET ME OUT!" Wham. "LET ME OUT!" Wham. "FUCK!" Wham-crash.
Kyo Sohma was fruitlessly trying to escape from his prison. His body had hit the wall countless times, full force. It showed the bruises of self-abuse, but the wall showed nothing but a faint indentation of a desperate boy.
Kyo had been trying to escape all night. Without any luck. All that showed of his efforts were his now broken possessions, and the wounds he bore from using his body as a battering ram. The orange haired boy dropped to his knees, breathing heavily. He brought his hand up to his face, and quickly pulled it away. Bleeding? He was bleeding. Blood from his forehead dripped down into his hand, and now Kyo could feel a slight stinging just below his hairline.
He ignored it, and wiped the blood on his pants. This was nothing. His physical condition meant nothing to him. He meant nothing to himself. In fact, he would not be trying to escape if it were not for one person. The person that had made life worth living. The person that had seen inside him what he still was struggling to see within himself.
Tohru.
Just her name brought he hope back into his amber eyes. Her face burst back into his mind, smiling at him, brown hair whipping around in the wind. A face that he may never see again.
For the first time, in a long time, Kyo began to cry. It started out slowly, just tears flowing down his face. Then his exausted body began to quiver, and shaking, heaving out sobs that made his whole body shake, and left him gasping for air.
He had to get out. He HAD to. Tohru needed him. No, take that last thought, reverse it. He needed Tohru. She was the breath inside his lungs, the only reason he woke up in the morning. He needed her to live.
Letting another heaving sob wrack his body, Kyo stumbled drunkenly to his feet, stumbling against a wall for support. But he was standing. His strength had not left him yet. He would make it. He would survive. If not for himself, then for Tohru…
Stumbling over to the wall, Kyo thrust himself at it again. He hit it, and his knees buckled, forcing him to the ground. Groaning in pain, he got back up again.
Over, and over, and over. Light, dark, light, dark. He never stopped. How long had it been? Days? Hours? Minutes? Kyo's only purpose was to see her face one more time… Or die trying.
And just when it seemed death was at hand, just when he felt he could do it no more, on all fours, vision fading in and out, he heard a voice that haunted his nightmares. The one voice he hated above all others. The voice that had taken him from his flower, his precious Tohru.
Akito.
A/N: So… how was it? Good, bad? Too long? Too short? TELL ME!
