(Hey! Here you go third chapter!, but I warn you extreme language in this one, but I hope you enjoy, and a review to let me know people are still reading this would be much appreciated by my beta and I, thanks .)

Ignoring the shouts and cheers rising around him, Kyo staggered from the ring and stumbled into the changing room. He hadn't even shut the door before his ripped shirt was tugged off and stuffed into a locker. Kyo winced as the movements exacerbated his wounds, but ignored them for the moment. He cleaned himself up on one of the benches beside it, and took off his bloodstained, tattered pants, as well as his socks and sneakers. Finally dressed only in boxer shorts, he jerked his head to the other door, the one that led out into the Sohma building, when he heard someone enter. He scowled darkly at the tall figure waiting at the threshold of the room.

Hatori Sohma was usually a sympathetic man, but in Kyo's case he felt that the orange-haired man deserved everything coming to him. He'd met Tohru Honda, or at least seen her picture, when Ayame had introduced him to her adopted older brother. Shigure had been distasteful to him at first, but Hatori also found out that he was a loyal friend, and had quite a few useful connections. They had finally managed to get along, and Hatori was surprised to find that Shigure was a trustworthy and steadfast companion.

"You shouldn't stay out so late." The doctor said coolly, glancing at Kyo as he took out gauze and iodine from his briefcase. The younger man spat at him to mind his own business, and he sighed. He knew what Kyo did to his girlfriend, or at least suspected. The Honda and Sohma families had been tangled up in each other's business for decades, and quite a few of the members of each family had intermarried. So it was inevitable that he would find out that Kyo was hitting Tohru.

Hatori managed to clean and bandage most of Kyo's injuries, without the other boy pulling out of his grip too many times. When he was finished, he packed up his bag and left the door curtly, his face cold and implacable. He needed to see Shigure and tell him about this.

Kyo stared after him for some time. "You know, one of these days he's going to get what's coming to him." He growled as he slumped down on a bench. "One of these days"

That man had always irritated him in much the same way Yuki had- did, rather. Both of them were cold and standoffish, and always looking down on him as if they were better than he was.

The sudden crescendo of the crowd outside the locker room distracted his attention. He whipped his head to his left, to the door where he had entered. The ring was almost directly outside- a sand-covered ring, encircled by platforms where people would sit and gamble. They bet on fighters, they bet on animals, the bloodthirsty crowd bet on any damn thing that entered the golden, sandy disc- there was dogfights, cockfights, wrestlers, boxers- hell, one of the guys had even smuggled a tiger (or had it been a lion?) and set a few of his Dobermans on it. Years ago. Needless to say, the beast had made easy meat of the untrained dogs. But that had been a long time ago, and the big cat had since been found and re-released, and the poacher thrown into jail. Kyo had liked the creature- it had listened to him when no one else had, when he'd been young and parentless. And spat upon.

Now he was the Cursed Cat of the Sohma clan, the most vicious fighter they'd known for a long time. He won every fight he'd ever taken part in, even this one, though this time his opponent had been hard to take down. He had always been good, but ever since his Shishou had been killed a few months ago, his anger had been building up, more and more, until when Tohru had asked an innocent question about what he had wanted for dinner, Kyo had just snapped.

What the hell do mean, what do I want? Shouldn't you know by now? How long have we been together? Years! And you don't know what I want?!

Kyo, I didn't mean-

Shut up! You're always interrupting me like that! Always, always, always! You're just like them! Like the others!

Shall I tell you what I want?!

He sighed gustily. He hadn't meant to slap her. He had really, honestly hated himself in that moment, when Tohru had tentatively felt her cheek, the creamy skin stained red. She'd blinked and gasped then, and before he could apologize, she had babbled on about how sorry she was, then left the room at a run, slamming the door behind her.

Kyo sighed again, holding his head in his hands. He made to get up, but looked again at the arena door furiously as a familiar, obnoxious voice slid through the air.

"Are you still complaining, you stupid cat? I could have made it a lot worse, you know." Yuki, Kyo's manager glided into the locker room. He looked down coldly at Kyo with amethyst orbs, and sneered slightly, "That man was the most promising fighter the Aiwaza had had for decades. And you had the bad taste to beat him?"

For a minute, he was speechless. Then,

"What the hell?!" Kyo asked in disbelief, standing up furiously, "I fight a guy and win fair and square, then you yell at me for it?!"

Yuki growled slightly and slammed his fist into the locker beside Kyo's head. The orange haired man didn't flinch.

"You have no idea, do you, Cat?" Yuki snarled, "That family was about to give us permission to build on their land! For months, we've been trying to negotiate with them-and now, you've just ruined our chances of getting anything for my trouble!"

"It's always you, isn't it?!" Kyo roared, losing it. He grabbed the collar of Yuki's expensive Chinese-style shirt, the delicate silk bunching up under his fingers, "Always you that's blaming me! Well, girly-boy, I'm gonna beat you fuckin bloody someday! You hear that?! I won't be looked down on any more, just because my bitch of a mother killed herself!"

"I've had enough of this." Yuki replied icily, detaching Kyo's hand from his neck. He dropped the offending body part with distaste, as if it repulsed him to even touch the other man. "You have work tomorrow as well. Don't be late." Before he could move away, Kyo shouldered his tote bag and pushed Yuki roughly out of the way.

"Whatever. I have to get home." He grunted. Normally Kyo would argue or even throw a few punches at the violet-haired man, but he had to get home to see Tohru.

He grabbed his bag and headed out into the night. It was still very warm out for fall so he threw his leather jacket over his shoulder and proceeded to walk home. After all, it was only a few blocks.

Walking through the dark streets, he started to imagine the scenario. He would go home and apologize, and Tohru would accept it like she always would, and they would smile and hug and laugh, like they used to. Like they did when they were teenagers. When they had been so in love.

Yeah.

On the way, Kyo passed a flower shop just closing. He stopped and picked up a bouquet of yellow daisies. They were her favorite, he knew. Tohru would have already gotten home and dinner started. Kyo paused, was dreaming of what his girlfriend was cooking when he heard a familiar voice coming from a dark alley next to the shop.

"Hello Kyo. Nice night, isn't it?" The young medical intern turned underground nurse stepped out into the lamp light, tossing a cigarette into the gutter. She smiled darkly, her almost-black shoulder length hair gleaming in the light. Kagura's eyes sparkled- she had finally got him on his own!

"What do you want?" Kyo asked warily. He had seen her before, assisting that doctor back at the arena.

"Oh, nothing in particular, Kyo." She circled around him. Kagura figured that he would be easy- since he was going with a 'goody goody', he must want something…bad. Kagura walked towards Kyo, getting with in a few inches of his face. "I really like you, Kyo." she said plaintively. She looked as innocent as she could and leaned in to kiss him., but he caught her face just in time and pushed her away from him.

"Don't ever touch me." Kyo said threateningly. 'No, Tohru is waiting' he thought. Without a backward glance, he resumed his pace down the street. In the dark alley, Kagura's mouth twisted into a determined smirk.

"You will be mine, Kyo Sohma."

She smoothed down her short denim skirt, and headed back to Shigure's for a little 'chat', wheels turning in her mind.