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. 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. The rating is around nc-15 to mild nc-17. The future rating will range from pg-13 to nc-17 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:

Evil Kitty of Doom- So here's the next chapter. Finally. And no, I don't mind sharing what I plan on writing. I'll post a few ideas and an estimated time after the reviews. So go look!

Fritz Will Get You - Aw, you like me, you really really like me. Fritz, you make me blush and want to go all modest on you. So stop it. It makes me feel awkward and you know how hard it is for me to even spell that damn word. And you write well too! So here's the damn chapter. And I really did hold it back a few days because of you being mean to me in class. (It's all your fault it took so long! not really)

FranWi - I can only try, and I do. All of the time. Really. o.0

seto'swifey - They'll get better for him when I stop being a really mean author. Which is most likely never. hah!

Awyr - I really thought about not answering that question. But I decided I would, to help the future plot-wise. You'll find your answer in this chapter.

Servant of Anubis - Are you talking about people saying that Akito is a girl? Well, I'm pretty damn sure that -that- little piece of imformation is nothing more than a rumor. I don't know. I don't read the manga, I'm too busy trying to ready other series. The anime is enough for me and in the anime Akito is a boy with manly parts and NO breasts. Anywho... he's a boy in this story. So...yeah. 0o

Other crap:

I've mentioned that I planned on writing more Yuki/Kyo stories. I have ideas for one shots (really long one shots) and actual long fics. There are only a two that I am fond of.

1. Alternative Universe: This would be all in Kyo's point of view. He gets accepted into a private art school where he meets more than a few family members and interesting friendships start to bloom. Especially between his cousin by marriage, Yuki, who can't seem to do anything wrong except for express his feelings through words.

2. Slightly Alternative Universe: Set right a week after the end of the anime and in Yuki's point of view. Yuki is caught unaware by Akito, who punishes him for embarrassing him and rebelling against his orders. Akito goes too fare and afterwards, Yuki can only remember Kyo's face. And why would that be? Well, no one knows. Not even Kyo, who finds himself taking an active role in helping Yuki regain his life's memories.

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Chapter Nine:
Yuki's POV

Today was a long day. Well… Yesterday was, as it is now officially two a.m. I can feel my eye lids drooping, but yet my mind is still wide awake. It's not fair when your body can be so physically exhausted but your mind just won't quiet down.

How I managed to make it here in the first place is beyond me. Getting the cat from Akito had been a relatively easy feat. The Sohma god didn't show up at all. I guess he was asleep in his room. The only problem that I had was getting Kyo out. My cast had gotten thoroughly soaked, coming apart piece by piece. My wrist, surprisingly, did not hurt much and wasn't swollen at all. When I attempted to rotate it, I could do so with only a faint trace of pain. Maybe that meant that Hatori had diagnosed me wrong. Maybe I just twisted it enough to make it irritable and hurt like hell. Yeah… that had to be it.

Anyway, I ended up sneaking in through the bathroom window, trailing water behind me as I walked down the halls. I nearly ran into Hatori, but managed to slip into a room, which thankfully had been empty, waiting for him to pass, heart racing. Waiting an extra minute for good measure, I had set off again, heading towards the one place I knew he would be.

The door had been locked, but a ring of keys hung on a nail sticking out of the wall next to it. Rather careless of Akito, but I don't think I'll ever mention that to his face. I might be brash, but not that much. I opened the door quickly, not wanting to be there any longer than I had to be. And there Kyo was, lying curled in a tight ball around himself very much like that cat he is. But this was different from all of those other times I'd seen him like this. Extremely different.

His face was pale, body covered in sweat and grime and blood and… At that point, the keys had dropped from my hands, my throat constricting. Dear Kami… What had Akito done? Breathing raggedly, I had dropped to his side. Without thinking, I brushed his matted hair from his face gently, my lingers lingering longer than they should have. He was cold and clammy, most likely running a fever.

I managed to jar him into semi-consciousness, beckoning him softly to his feet. He didn't question who I was or why I was ordering him about. I don't think he was awake enough. I had wrapped an arm his waist and put his around my neck to lead him out in to the rain. It wasn't until we were there than an idea had struck me. I knew where we could go.

My family had a small house on the edge of the Sohma property. No one's stayed in there for years, but maids are sent there periodically to keep it in tack and clean. I stayed there often when I was younger spending a lot of my time with Kyo and my other cousins before who we were began to matter. So all I needed to do was get some transportation.

Clearly we couldn't walk, it was too far. And busses weren't an option because of what time it was. All that left was to get a taxi, but I didn't have a phone. We were stuck, and as luck should have it, Hatori stumbled across Kyo and me.

I had glared stubbornly at him, fully prepared to fight him about returning Kyo. Instead, I found myself being offered transportation assistance, which of course, I had dually accepted; making him give his word that he would mention this to no one.

And here we are, lying in Kyo's bed, freshly bathed. I still don't know what happened to him in that small little room, but I have my suspicions. They're nothing good. I don't know how to bring up the topic again. I'd already tried once, only an hour ago, but I don't think I could do it again… Kyo had been so emotional, clinging to me as he cried, each sob stabbing roughly at my heart.

I feel him shift restlessly against me, his bare back pressing into mine seeking warmth. I can't sleep, can't keep my thoughts straight. It seems like I'm really the restless one, but I don't dare move. I don't want to wake him, not now, when he's finally in peace.

"Yuki…" I hear him whisper, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen around the room. "Yuki?" He calls again, a little louder.

"Kyo," I answer softly, still not moving.

"I- I don't feel well. I…" His words trail off and I'm beginning to think that he's fallen asleep again when minutes pass, but I'm proven wrong when he speaks again. "…'m scared…"

I could just barely make out what he was saying, but caught the feeble words all the same. And… Kyo's openly admitting to being scared? I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, goose bumps running up my arms.

I sit up and look down at him, face cast in shadows, body swallowed by the blanket that had covered us both. His eyes, his dark crimson eyes, are averted away from me, staring fixedly at the wall. I cross my legs as I think to myself.

Letting out a sigh, I reach out to him. "Come here,"

And he does with little hesitation. I'm not sure what to think of this new Kyo. He's so tame, so docile. All of his fire and spark and gusto are lost. This young man before me isn't the Kyo I once knew and hated, never mind what happened with the letters.

I hold him to me, arms wrapped around him. A hand rubs absentmindedly at the nape of his neck as I try to reassure him. But I can't bear to let this go one. I hate seeing him like this.

"Listen," I murmur into his ear. "You're safe now. –He- won't come here. No one will. It's just you and me. We're alone. And you can trust me, can't you? Stupid cat. Stupid, stupid cat."

I rest my head on his shoulder, one hand still massaging his neck and the other planning with the tips of his orange hair. I sigh into his neck and feel the shiver that runs through him.

"Do you know how worried I was?" I ask a minute later. "Do you know how relieved I was to find you alive? Kami, never again…"

I pull back from him, only slightly, and lock his eyes with my own.

"They can't have you. None of you!" I was breathing raggedly, and took the effort to calm myself. " Not your body, not your mind and never your heart. Got that Kyo? Kami, never again…"

My hands clung to his shoulders, and this time it was me who collapsed onto him. Well, I couldn't blame Kyo now, could I? Showing weakness felt great. And he didn't say a word. Not a damn word. Which kind of relieved me… and kind of pissed me off. Okay, it really pissed me off, but I won't complain. Not now, anyway. Then again… maybe I will, just not in the normal way.

"You know," I begin thoughtfully, trying really hard not to smirk. "I knew it was you writing those absurd letters all along."

His whole body stiffens. I can just image what his face would look like, eyes are narrowed and squinty and sharp, a slight flush to his cheeks, lips pursing together. I couldn't help but peak. Priceless.

"What?" He hisses, yes, he, Kyo the cat, -hisses- at me. I find this unbelievably funny. Correct me if I'm mistaken.

"I knew it was you." I blink innocently at him, watching the anger and embarrassment build up in him. Good. This is what I was aiming for.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you damn rat." Oh, and now he's growling, scooting away from me on the bed. And look! His hair is even beginning to stand on end. Priceless, totally priceless.

"Of course you do, -Kyo-. You signed your name to the last letter," I remind him with an o-so-sweet tone. "Baka." I add on as an afterthought.

Yeah… He's really angry now. I can see it. The fire is back in his eyes. His cheeks are flushed with life. Kami, I sound cliché…

"No one made you write back!" He accuses, pointing crossly at me. "I just… I only…"

Seeing his mouth gape for words, opening and shutting to emit senseless jumble, makes my night. I begin to laugh, quietly at first, but it grows louder. I can't help it. It -is- funny, to me at least.

"So why did you write back?" His serious slices away my laughter.

Now why did he have to go and do that? Ruin the moment and all…Kyo, you're such a downer. Kami! And then I think about what he just asked me. Why did I write back? I was curious. I was intrigued. The letters were just so different, familiar but foreign, honest yet secret. It felt forbidden. And… I love it. Them. All of it. But I couldn't tell him that.

Instead of answering I just shrug and smile lightly at him. But I guess that isn't enough.

"What kind of answer is that? Stop avoiding the question, damn-it!"

"Am I?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, just answer the question!"

"What question?"

"Stop that!"

"What?"

"Answering questions with questions!" He breathes in deeply and lets it out slowly, closing his eyes. "Just…stop it. Please."

"Okay." I say simply.

"And?"

"'And', what?"

I can see it. He wants to scream. Kami, this is fun. I think I'm enjoying this more than I should be. I mean, this is getting him back to his old self and all of that, but it's still hilarious. And entertaining.

"Okay, okay. Calm down," I mutter, looking up at him through my eyelashes. "I'll tell you why."

I wait to make sure that he's actually listening and not just seething to himself. Yup. Good. Do I really have to say this? I don't want to…Don't make me…

"I- " The words catch in my throat. All I can do is stare at him helplessly.

"Yes?" He prods, inching closer. Yeah, like I wouldn't notice… So why is he right next to me?

"I really…liked them," I swallow thickly, hoping to Kami that he won't notice. I don't…think he does… "And, they meant… a lot to me."

It is now rightfully my turn to look away. And you know… the moon really does look pretty through the window. It's just barely a sliver and sparkly and white and… I'm stalling. So what? I can stall all I damn please. I'm good at it. Really, really good at it. And yes, I am stalling again by explaining that I stall well. Heh.

"Do you mean that?"

I think about answering, but nod instead. I don't feel much like talking.

"So where does that leave us?" Yeah, I'm confused too. The feeling's mutual.

"On good terms?" I look back at him, grinning ever so slightly. He smiles too. Score one for me.

"Yeah. I suppose it does, doesn't it?" He face turns thoughtful and it looks so cute (why am I using the word cute? Tohru's cute, not Kyo) that I can only stare warmly at him. "But you'll always be a damn rat." Aw, thoughtful look gone, replaced by a pointed one.

"And you, Kyo," I begin, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him backwards to lay flat on the bed. "Will always be a stupid cat." I finish in a whisper, head dipping down.

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