Disclaimer: Since I'm supposed to be honest, I guess I say that Fruits basket is in no way my own creation. So, sadly, I don't on any of the characters. But if you steal -any- of my plot ideas, I will be thuroughly vexed. You don't want to see me when I'm vexed.
Pairings: Yuki/Kyo is what I am completely sure about; which is BoyxBoy, Shounen Ai, slashy-goodness, whatever you want to call it. If you don't like it, then good for you. I don't want to hear about it.
An Ayame/Shigure is slightly implied in this chapter. I no longer have interest in writing about Momiji/Hatsuharu. Sorry.
Warnings: Violence, swearing, audult situations and... whatever else I feel like putting in here. For this chapter there is adult language and adult situations. The rating is around nc-15 to mild nc-17. The future rating will range from pg-13 to nc-17 and possibly even R in later chapters. I'll tell you when, If I get around to it.
Other Warnings: This is the first anime fanfiction I have ever written and actually posted. I will love you if you review because I live for reviews! Oh... and this is my first attempt at Fruits Basket fanfiction, ever. I just got this idea in my head and so here I am, posting it. Which means, some of the characters might be a little, or a lot, out of character. And for that, I am sorry. I try my best, really I do.
Summary: Kyo disappeared after Akito summoned him with no one seeing or hearing from him. After three months he suddenly reappears for breakfast. Why and where did he go? Yuki starts recieving annonomus (love?) letters and feels compelled to reply to them.
Reviewers: I'm too... I don't know what I'm feeling right now. But it's not allowing me to properly thank and answer or reply to any of your questions/comments. So thank you. I'll personalize them in the next chapter.
My Apology: Okay, this is the story of why I've taken so long to post this. First off, we have been re-doing our basement, meaning, tearing down part of the wall, wiring it, sheet-rocking it, and painting it. This took about... I don't know, three to four weeks? How long has it been since I last updated? I don't really feel like checking. -Anyway- Both of the computers in my house were unplugged and off-line for a -long- time. When we finally hooked up one, which happened -not- to be mine, I got myself grounded from it for a week. Go me. (note the sarcasm) And when I could finally use it again, it was taken back off-line. So this chapter has been writen for about two to three weeks now. I'm sorry. So to make up for this, I have also written something else. It's a one-shot Hatori/Momiji. This may or may not be a treat a treat to you. It's based off of a lovely dream that I had and so now I can't have Momiji with anybody else... -shrug- Forgive me?
Enjoy
Chapter
Seven:
Kyo's
POV
I don't want to move. I can't move. My whole body is on fire with pain. I'm shivering, but I couldn't tell you why. I can't think. Am I cold? Am I hungry? My eyes won't open. They're sealed shut. Panic churns in my stomach. Where am I? Then I see it. His face. Him. A whimper escapes me as images flood my mind, playing before my closed eyes like a movie.
Hitting the wall, hard, breath rudely being knocked away. Akito's face twisted in hilarity. Beginning to slump, not able to fight. Fingers, fingers that were supposed to be frail, wrapping around his neck. Nails biting into skin, being pulled backwards. Crying out in surprise that wasn't really surprise. Wind pipe crushing. Lungs burning for air. Wicked laughter echoing. Drowning in fear.
The slap. The raking nails. The slimy liquid running. Thrown to the ground. Kicked over. Akito sitting on his abdomen, covering, tearing off the shirt. Touching. Trying to push him away. Helpless, hopeless, disgusted. Agony.
Bile rose rapidly in my throat, so quickly that I choked while I was sick. With each convulsion my body screamed in protest as it so carelessly was jerked around. I coughed and spit, cried and shook. My stomach sent sharp pains that I could barely feel, my mouth tasting purely like acid. It's like the pain is far away, not attached to me at all. It's like it belongs to someone else.
I try to force my eyes open. They won't. I try to move my hands. They feel like weights. Slowly but surely I get them to my face and rub at my eyes. They're crusted over with… something. When I am finally able to see, I look at my hands. They're covered in red flakes. My mind won't let me comprehend what they are. I can only stare blankly. Then everything begins to spin. The colors begin to blur. I wish I could say that they looked pretty, and I suppose I could, too, but I would be lying. It made me sick all over again. Violently sick. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I passed out.
Yuki's POV"Yuki?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I… Can we hold hands?"
I look over to my left where Kyo is sitting on the roof of Shigure's house next to me, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks. He looks so nervous, a little more than timid. I can't help but smile lightly. In answer to his question, I slide my hand over and cup his hand in mind, lacing our fingers slowly, sensuously, together. I note with satisfaction his deepening blush. But… I am blushing too. We're like a pair of love-struck school–girls. Oh, well.
"Yuki?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to watch the sun rise with me, like this?"
"No." He lets his hand drop from mine and he turns slightly away, a look of hurt on his face. My smile broadens.
"No," I repeat. " Not 'like this'. I want you to hold me."
His back stiffens momentarily in poorly hidden surprise. All the same, Kyo gladly reaches out and pulls me swiftly to him. I rest my back against his chest, my head falling lopsidedly on his shoulder. His arms wrap around me in a possessive manner. It's reassuring. Comforting. I could die happy.
Something wet drips onto my face, followed by another drop and another. I look up. My heart stops. No. I won't believe it. I can't believe it. Kyo! No. This isn't happening! It can't be! His face is a crimson mess. His nose is bleeding, his mouth is dripping blood, and his eyes are crying bloody tears. There's red everywhere! His eyes meet with mine, and he smiles. Even his teeth are stained pink. Oh, Kami, no…!
"Sh," He coos, holding me tighter. "I still love you. It's not your fault that I died. I don't blame you."
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Someone is screaming. It's hurting my ears. Why won't they stop? My head is pounding. I'm shaking. Why won't they stop? I feel cold and sweaty. I think I'm crying. Why won't they stop? I… I can't see anything… Where am I?
Strong arms wrap around me, pulling me to a body. Who is this? Why won't they let me go? The screaming grows louder. It hurts! Hands touch my face, forcing my head to turn up. I blink. I can see. My eyes were closed. The screaming dies down slowly. Is it… me? A-am I the one who's screaming? But- Oh, Kami!
I blink again to see who is holding me, trying to calm me down. Is it Kyo? No. It's Ayame… I begin to cry harder. It's difficult to breathe. I hurt. Why did I have to be such a stubborn ass? Why couldn't I have given him what he wanted? Why couldn't I have just lost to him, become friends with him. Maybe then… maybe then everything would be okay now. It's not fair!
I slump against Ayame and let him hold me as I weep. I need to be held right now. Having him be my older brother adds some comfort to my shaken up state of mind.
"Yuki?" Ayame whispers to me quietly.
I don't answer him.
"Yuki?" He tries again, sounding worried. "Do you… want to talk about it?"
I shake my head, beginning to calm. Would he understand? I doubt it. He'd probably start cracking jokes. I would not, could not, take that now.
"Is it Kyo?" My head whips around to stare at Shigure, standing in the doorway to my room, Miss Honda standing behind him.
I open my mouth to speak, but only strained air leaves. I bury my head back against Ayame's shoulder, not able to look at any of them.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry... I'm sorry…" It's like a chant, a chant I can't stop saying. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"
"Stop!" Tohru yells. "Stop it!"
But she doesn't get it. I can't stop saying it. My brain is on auto-pilot. It's like a broken record. I'm not allowed to stop saying it.
"Stop it! Stop it please!" Tohru continues.
She tries to run to me, but Shigure holds her back, shaking his head. Ayame's hold on me tightens as I'm pulled farther into his chest. He begins to rock gently, rubbing my back in little loving circles.
"Yuki," He begins again slowly. "Why are you sorry?"
"I'm sorry…" I murmur, shaking my head.
"Tell me what's wrong," Ayame says more firmly.
"Yuki!" He grabs my shoulders and pushes me back, shaking me somewhat roughly, trying to knock some sense back into me.
"It's my faul- I couldn't…" I choke on my words.
My vision is blurry. My chest hurts. I have to do something! I have to get him back! But… Akito… Screw him! I held him back once for Tohru, so I sure as hell can get Kyo away from him, right? I scramble off the bed, away from my brother. I push past a startled Shigure and a devastated Tohru. I have to get to him. I have to get him away.
I'm down the stairs before I realize that I'm only in my boxers. I turn into the laundry room and dress quickly, grabbing extra clothes and stuffing them in a bag. I dart to the living room and pull on my shoes. Just as I throw open the door, there's a hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
"Let. Go." I growl, pulling away from whoever it is, and running off into the night.
It's cold and rainy, but I could care less as I splash through puddles of water, not even thinking about what will happen to my cast. There is only one thing running through my head at the moment. Is he even alive?
Shigure's POV"He's gone," I say, turning around with a sigh of defeat. "At this point, it would be best to call Hatori."
"I…I-" Tohru begins, hugging her arms to her self, standing at the base of the stairs.
"Tohru," I cut her off. "Maybe you would like to call Hanajima or Uotani first? See if one of them can pick you up for the night, perhaps even a few days?"
She only nods and walks to the phone. My eyes shut for a few seconds as I try and clear my mind. Everything just seems so out of proportion. I walk into my office and sit myself down in front of my desk. My head thumps down on the wood, my body going limp. After a short while, I figure it would be best to go attend to Ayame. He must be pretty shaken up since he hasn't come out of Yuki's room yet.
And there he is. Right where Yuki ran from him. From all of us. His face if buried in his hands, his silvery strands of hair spilling over his shoulders. He looks so pitiful, so sad. I reach out to him, run my hands over his shoulders and down to his chest as I stand behind him, pulling him to me.
"It'll be alright." I try and soothe. I'm failing miserably.
"I couldn't do anything," Ayame replies in disdain. " Nothing."
"None of us could have done anything. The only person who can help Yuki now is himself." A long silence follows.
"What is the Sohma curse, Shigure? Tell me." The whispered words seem to come out of nowhere and echo throughout the room.
It's Tohru. She's in the doorway, a bag in her hand. Her eyes are bloodshot and her face is pale. She completely fell apart after Kyo disappeared the second time. No one was able to comfort her. It really was for the best if she got away now, if not forever, spend time elsewhere… I opened my mouth to answer, but Aya beat me to it.
Ayame's tone was flat. Emotionless. Void of anything at all.
" We can never love or be loved. And if we do, it is unrequited in one way or another. Very rarely do we find happiness in our lives. We bring pain to all those that we surround ourselves with."
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