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Author's Note- Random Fact: My grandmother was a fighter jet pilot, but I didn't know until after she died! I would have loved to have asked her about it…

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Ashes-Chapter Two-Begin

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Some days I make it through. And then there are nights that never end.


I hear the front door slam, followed by Shigure's high-pitched shriek.

"Ha'a-saaaaaaaaaaaaan!" He yells. Great. What's Hatori doing here? I hear his deep serious voice carrying up the stairs, but I can't make it out. Then I hear footsteps. The door bangs open without even being knocked on. That is most definitely not Tohru.

I whip around and am shocked by the dark eyes and silver hair of Yuki. I stare at him without saying anything. Has he even been in my room before?

"What, no insults?" He comes grumpily. I remember my place.

"Up yours, damn rat! What the hell are you doing in my room?" I snarl.

"I'm not in your room, stupid cat." He sighs in (probably faked) impatience. He's right. He's still in the hallway.

"Well, what the hell are you doing touching my door?" I screech at him.

"It's not your door, stupid cat. You don't own any part of this house." He states as though I am a child.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Hatori wants to see you." He says. No sarcasm or anything. Weird. But what's weirder is Hatori wanting to see me. What's that all about? I wait for Yuki to leave, but he stays in the doorway as though holding it open for me. What the hell?

I glare at him suspiciously as I begin to walk toward the door, and right as I get to it he slams it in my face, which is flattened. My face darkens. I hear him snort outside.

"Stupid cat." My eyes flash red.

"YOU DAMN RAT! I'LL KILL YOU!!" I scream as I kick the door down. But he's gone. I storm down the stairs angrily as I see Yuki there with his arms crossed.

I am about to yell when I catch sight of Hatori's face. The anger dissipates and I am left with nervousness.

"What…is this all about?" I ask. Hatori exhales, and the room seems eerily quiet. Where's Tohru when you need her?

"Akito whishes to speak with you." No nonsense. I feel Yuki tense. I never knew what exactly went on between Yuki and Akito, in Yuki's childhood, but I've always had the sense not to ask. But right now it's me he wants.

"What- come to the main house?!" I blurt out. Hatori bows his head shortly. Crap. What does Akito want with me? Hatori begins to walk out the door and beckons me to follow him. I walk past Shigure and Yuki, desperately wishing for someone to wish me luck. Where is Tohru when you need her?

I sense something as I walk past Yuki. I know he must be feeling just a little for me, even if it's only because Akito terrified him when he was little. Going to the main house can't be good. But this doesn't change anything. We still have our hate to fulfill.


Walking through the Main House's large gates is alien and chilling. I've never been allowed inside except on New Years.

We walk through the halls, Hatori completely silent. I don't ask why I'm here. I furiously try and think back to see if I could have done anything to piss Akito off, but I come up blank. I'll admit it. I'm scared.

My walk through more halls until we reach some really, really fancy shoji. Hatori knocks gently.

"Akito, I have brought Kyo." Hatori says. I try to catch his eye, but he ignores me in a serious manner. But then again, he's always serious.

"Bring him in." I hear Akito's voice. Its chilling to hear it on the other side of this door. I try to quell my nervousness. Hatori pulls back the shoji and we walk in.

"Leave." Akito commands simply. Hatori bows slightly and exits, closing the shoji, leaving me.

I stand before him and stare at the floor.

"Please, come in," He is half-leaning on the window. His kimono hangs off him and shows his white thin bones. "I was just having a little chat with your father. He's… anxious, you see." He chuckles quietly. I clench my hands and teeth. I don't look at him. I don't want to see that malicious grin that he wears while playing with someone.

"Shigure tells me you've been fighting less with Yuki." He says suddenly. I give a small gasp.

"Don't tell me you've lain down your arms?"

"I haven't!" I yell, staring at the floor in a cold sweat, "I can still beat him! Just give me a little more time!"

He smirks and starts laughing. I hate begging to him. But I don't have a choice.

"Oh, Kyo, if only you could see yourself. You're absolutely pathetic. But," he plays with a strand of his ebony hair, "I suppose all monsters are."

I clench my jaw.

"Do look up at me." He says, in a sweet voice. He's teasing me. I suppress a growl.

"Look at me." The teasing stopped. I tilt my head slightly, glaring through my hair. My lack of respect is met with a kick. I feel my neck snap dangerously and my head slams against the cold ground. That bastard kicks me while I'm down. But I don't fight back…I can't fight God.

He grabs my hair and yanks my head up. For someone who's on the brink of death he's still strong.

"You think you're better than me, don't you? Well let me tell you, you're nothing but a low, disgusting monster! No one will ever love you! Not even that girl! She's afraid of you! She knows you are an beast, a monster, who can't be controlled!"

This hits a nerve. It's not true. Tohru loves me for who I am. I know this. I smirk. You wont win, Akito!

Akito sees this and goes into a snarling rage. Just like child who won't get his way. He drives his fist into my ribs. Something twinges inside me, and I hack up blood, choking on it, suffocating. I raise myself on all fours and hold my throat, gasping for air.

He is kneeling on my arms, pinning me, punching my face. I couldn't fight back even if I wanted to. No one else fights back, no one ever has. There must be a reason. I'm afraid of the unknown. I lie there like a rag doll.

Because that is the curse…

"Worthless cat! You don't even put up as much resistance as Yuki did! And this isn't anything compared to what I did to him!" My eyes narrow and I twist my arms from under him, then use my legs to throw him off. He skids across the ground. I scramble to all fours as I start to regret what I did.

"You're too weak," he struggles to catch his breath.

He slowly stands up, brushes off his kimono, and then laughs. He laughs and laughs for what seems like eternity. Then he says maliciously, with inane giggles in between, words that freeze my heart.

"The bet is off. I couldn't care less if you beat Yuki or not. From the day after your graduation you will be put in the cage." He then breaks out into more hysterics.

No…

No!

This…can't be happening. I glare at Akito with colossal hatred, watching as he continues to laugh. I shove him aside and stumble into the hall, where Hatori catches me before I fall.

He drags me out to the car where he pushes me in. Akito's laughter rings in my ears as he slams the door and drives away.

My sweaty hands grip the door handle as if I'm about to bolt. I'm still panting. I can't think.

"Kyo…" He starts.

"He's…not serious is he? He can't…" My voice threads.

"I'm…I'm afraid he is serious. There's…nothing we can do."

Anger. So much anger.

"Screw you, Hatori! That's bullshit and you know it! Why doesn't anyone stand up for me? Am I so worthless that I have to be locked up for no reason? Doesn't anyone in this place care even a little about me? Do I really deserve to be locked up?"

He doesn't answer. He grips the wheel tighter, staring at the road. I am taken aback. Not even…he can lie. Even if it's just for now, he can't lie. I angrily try and rub away the pressure behind my eyes. Hatori looks really troubled. Good. I hope he dies.

We barely arrive at the house, and I rip open the car door and run blindly to the porch.

Yuki opens the door before I can get to it, and I see his eyes widen at my face. I shove him into the door as I run past, but he does not retaliate. He must know…he must understand. I rip up the stairs and into my room, rushing, tearing up the place until I find it. The silly thing that I picked up on a stupid whim, not thinking I'd go through with it. I see the silver reflection, the face that doesn't belong to me. It's bruised and bloody, a face of despair.

I jump out my window, and run. Blood flies from my mouth. I can't stop; I'm going too fast. So fast I can't see, can't hear, can't breath. I'm going to die.

I can't feel the knife even though I can clearly see it slicing open my skin and the blood covering my hands. I stab it into me. Harder and harder, trying so bad to erase, to distract, to make me forget. Even if it's only temporary. Even if it is a lie.

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Ashes-Chapter Two-End

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