A / N: Jello, ducklins! I'm Baaaaaack!! Yippee!!
Um... Sorry about that hyper-active burst... Anywho, Kai has returned to bring you much much more Trickster chapters, hopefully they will be getting and staying long as well. I absolutely hate myself when I have short chapters, but I also dislike you in an extreme way if you don't review.
Satashi, if you're reading this, that means you too. You too Exene.
Okies... Sorry, friends haven't been reviewing, and it irks me.
By the way, I really enjoyed this section of the story, so I hope you do too!
Also, I don't own Kenny Chesney, no matter how sexy he is, and I don't own Fruits Basket, especially Haru... though I still love him more than anything.
Enjoy your Kyo-fluff!
Chapter Seven:
She's Got it All
I glared at the wall, my thoughts raging in anger, denial and hate. I was angry at Akito, he had destroyed her to a point of no return... I was angry at him for causing her enough stress to cause an asthma attack. I was angry at him for causing her enough emotional turmoil that she thought I hated her for it, and she somehow still stayed loyal to him in such a sadistic way.
I was angry at Hatori for not protecting her. He always told her he would be there, that he would protect her. He was a doctor, he could take care of her better than I could. He claimed he loved her, that he adored her every aspect, yet when it came time to saving her... he fell away. I was angry at Hatori for letting this happen.
I was angry at myself as well. How had I let this happen? She was so innocent... so corrupted as well, she was just naive. She never seemed to understand, and even when she did she was loyal. It was my job to protect her, to care for her... yet I had failed. I was angry at myself for letting this happen. I was angry at myself for her thinking I would hate her. It wasn't her fault, it was... mine.
I was also partially in denial. The girl I knew, the Miku who I loved would have not allowed this to happen. She hated Akito... right? No. I mentally shook my head. I of all people knew the sadistic loyalty and twisted love she had for that man. She never seemed to be able to turn her head at his desires. But was Akito evil enough to do this too her...
Yes. He was. The man was dying, and Miku would naturally get stronger thanks to her zodiac, as he got weaker. She was killing him in a sense.
I shook my head physically this time. She wouldn't allow that to happen...
But hate still drifted in my mind... I hated myself. I hated Hatori. I hated Akito... But soon disgust came, as well as guilt. Because on some level... I did hate her. I hated her for allowing this to happen. I hated her for loving Hatori as much as she did. I hated her for being so devoted to Akito... But most of all I hated her because she wasn't mine. And I sniffed the air.
She didn't even smell like mine anymore. She smelled like Akito.
Mikumi-yuki Sohma was infested by that man.
My thoughts were immediately distracted when I heard her shift. I glanced down, she had fallen asleep, her hand pulled from mine. Even in her sleep, she flinched at every blast of thunder.
But yet, even in the peaceful fear engraved on her features, she was perfect.
Her silver hair had lengthened, careening around her face beautifully. Her yellow eyes were closed in sleep, her skin gentle and smooth. The moonlight shining through the window made her skin glow. Her white pajama pants and black tank top fit loosely, and she looked perfect, curled in the blankets as if protecting herself from me or the thunder.
I prayed to whatever real God was out there that it was the thunder.
She was perfect, truly perfect in every way. She was gorgeous; drop-dead, knee-wobbling, breath-takingly gorgeous. She was perfect in the way she always had compassion for everything, even demons that destroyed what shreds were left of her innocence or her family. How she seemed to see the bright side of everything, and still favor the dark, demented side. How she loved jokes and laughter more than anything else, and would kill to hear someone knew laugh because of her. How everything she said was wonderful in every way. How her voice was like gentle music. It careened in a gentle soprano, wrapping your mind around it until you had no choice but to listen, not that you didn't want to. She was perfect in how she gaurded herself just like me. How she acted tough, unbreakable, though if you just asked, she'd lose all her sheilds and cry. She was perfect in how she was terrified by the oddist things, and unbugged by anything that would normally disturb another. How she could play with the perverts, enjoy herself, and somehow stay sane and serious when she needed. How she smiled.
Oh god, just remembering her smile...
She was truly perfect, from A to Z.
I smiled down at the women who always seemed to haunt my dreams in an uncomfortably pleasant way, and scooted beneath the blankets. I held her close to my chest, and she mumbled in her sleep, holding me tight as well. I blushed slightly, rubbing circles in her back. I could hardly beleive she still held me back... even in her sleep.
I started humming to her in her sleep.
Miku... you'll always have me. All my wishes are yours. Ever since that third birthday when I first met you, you told me what you wanted for your birthday.
A perfect husband that'll make you as happy as your mom said she wanted you to be. I still wish for that... that I could be that man.
I sighed, closing my eyes, subconsiously holding her tighter to me.
She seemed to have my soul caught in a net of all that she is.
I hugged her close, trailing kisses on the top of her head, smiling slightly as she snored lightly.
As I slowly drifted in and out of sleep, my thoughts followed.
She was everything to me. She always had been. Her smile was what let me sleep at night. Her voice is what keeps me sane. Her laugh is what keeps me alive. Her hugs are what keep me, me.
She truly is my everything, I mused. I didn't even dare think of what it might be without her.
Hell, all of my life, and even now, I still wish... I still hope...
She'd feel the same. If I could keep her, and be her everything too. If I could keep her safe from all the devils. If I could look into her eyes and see the same devotion that I felt in my own. If I could smile, and she could fall asleep in my arms, comforted, warm. If I could be the one to heal her when she was hurt, or the one to keep her sane when everything seems to be crashing down. If I could hug her, holding her down to earth, if I could be hers.
And if she would be mine.
Five year old Kyo Sohma dashed around the trees in the large forest-like garden in the Sohma Main Estate. He laughed, as a silver blur tackled him down. The two children rolled around in the grass, wrestling and laughing.
"I found you!!" She squealed. He rolled his eyes.
"So! I wanted you too!" He argued playfully, flipping her onto her back. As he pinned her down, they silently looked into eachothers eyes before he collapsed beside her, grinning like a fool.
She so wants me, he thought.
XXX
A three year old Miku wandered down the streets, eyes wide and frantic. She clung harder onto Kyo's arm. The first time the two had been let out of the Main House, and they had gotten seperated from Hatori, Ayame, Shigure, Kagura and Kazume. She muffled a cry in his shoulder, and he hugged her from the side.
"Don't cry!" He scolded.
"Why?" She whimpered. "I wanna."
"Because, I'll rescue us!"
XXX
Kyo sat under the slide in the Sohma Park Playground. He grinned at Miku, who was laying with her head sticking out in the rain, trying to catch drops.
"One... Two... Three... Shoot! One... Two..."
"Three... Four... Five..." Kyo started counting for her as he joined her, head beside hers. They continued to count and restart for well over a half-hour, stuck on the playground as they skipped school. Kyo grinned, holding water in his cheek, before spitting it all over her. She squealed in surprise before she started chasing him.
"KYO-CHAN!!"
XXX
A five year old Kyo sat on the bench outside Miku's house. She sat beside him, swinging her legs as she watched one of the neighborhood dogs playing with a chew toy.
"Kyo...?" Miku asked, turning around. But Kyo had been leaning towards her to surprise her, and when she turned, their lips met. Kyo flushed, but Miku pulled back, licking her lips in a confused fashion.
"Woops... Sorry Kyokun... Hmm... I saw Hatori doing that once!" She mused. Kyo nodded, still blushing. "You taste good."
"Uh-huh..." And a blushing Kyo grinned. "Wanna try it again?"
XXX
I smiled at all the memories, loosening my grip and pressing a subtle kiss to her lips. She would never know, but the quick, soft contact seemed to make both of us shiver.
I grinned, doing it again, and rubbing the back of her neck. She mumbled something, and burried her face in my chest. I just grinned wider.
She just seemed to know everything... She seemed to have everything to capture me... She had my heart and soul...
