[A/N: Ohmygoshohmygoshmohmygosh! I'm so sorry this is soooo late! Gahh I'm a terrible author who takes too long to write! But...but I did write a suuuupppeerrr long chapter this time, so you'll forgive me right? Right? Wahh don't hit me! ;_;

Ok, so I've been really busy lately, and I kind of lost a bit of enthusiasm when I had to write the flashback (you'll see it when you read this chapter- it's freaking long) I guess I kind of procrastinated a lot, instead of writing it... but I eventually finished it anyway, and I hope it's not too shitty. Again forgive me for being so late! I'll make smaller, and hopefully, quicker chapters next time.

Enjoooyyy! *hides from snipers*

(Btw I don't own Fruits Basket- yeahh if I did, Kyo would probably kill me hah)

Chapter 10: You Too

It had taken the anger-fuelled Kyo all but 10 minutes to nimbly climb the tall tree that stretched its thick branches up and over the top of the castle. Every metre he put between himself and the ground acted as a therapeutic remedy to his bubbling rage. When he closed in on the roof, he jumped from one of the swaying limbs fearlessly and landed neatly on the flat surface of the roof, nestled between two towering turrets. By this time his seething, murderous fury had subsided to a controllable anger, but nonetheless he was still pissed.

'Damn that rat!' He cursed to himself as he clutched his throbbing head- a parting gift courtesy of Yuki and the hard ground.

He lowered his hand to his chin where Yuki's foot had made contact, and instantly hissed and withdrew it.

'Damn it! I wish I never even met that bastard!' He brewed loudly in his head again.

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[7 years ago- Fudoushin Castle]

The pleasant morning sun introduced the Fudoushin castle to a bright new day as the residents within began their daily rituals. The castle was filling with the tapping sound of busy feet, making their way to their assigned chores for the day.

However not everyone was as lively as the servants of the household, the least lively of the bunch taking the form of a small orange-headed boy curled up and sleeping soundly in his bed.

Well, he was sleeping soundly until his sheets were thrown off him in a flourish. Upon noticing the sheets' absence he groggily opened his eyes to see a blurry figure holding said missing sheets. Kyo groaned and turned his back to the figure, wanting to slip back into his blissfully unconscious state.

The figure was having none of that.

Kyo's eyes shot open as his sides were torturously tickled, causing him to gasp into a rolling, kicking, fit of laughter.

"Ok, Shishou! Ok! Uncle! Uncle!" The boy gasped through giggled breathes, as Kazuma finally stopped his attack.

"Are you awake now?" The man smiled as the boy caught his breath and glared half-heartedly at his master.

"Yeah, yeah I'm awake... Why are you always the one to wake me up anyway? It's not your job," the prince asked, as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and yawned wide.

Kazuma smiled, "Well, two reasons; One," he counted the number off his index finger, "I don't want you missing training because you were too lazy to get up out of bed," he laughed as Kyo gave him a sour look.

"And two; I'm the only one, other than Kagura, who can safely get you up without being mauled to death," he mussed the boy's hair teasingly.

"Hey! I'm not that bad," Kyo defended, but he couldn't help the humor in his voice as he playfully batted the man's hand away.

The older man chuckled again, as he raised his hands in an 'I surrender'-manner. "Well, young Kyo you best be getting yourself dressed, you've got a big day ahead of you."

Kyo blinked from his kneeling position on his bed, "How so?"

"The Onwa's are coming to visit today," Kazuma explained vaguely.

Kyo cocked his head, his orange bangs slanting over one of his vermillion eyes, "So? What's that got to do with me?"

Kyo's master smiled a small smirk, as he replaced his hand back on the boys head, "Well, they've decided to bring their son along, and the Onwa's thought it would be nice if you introduced yourself to him. He's the same age as you, so I'm sure you'll get along."

Kyo sat there for a while as he drank in the information, "Does that mean I have to wear the itchy clothes?" He winced.

This caused another snicker to escape the older man's mouth as he smiled at Kyo's odd train of thought, "Yes, you'll have to wear your formal clothes, itchy or not."

The little prince sighed melodramatically, "Fiiine."

"That's a good boy," Kazuma praised as he took his hand off the boy's head - but not before giving it one last tussle. Kyo smiled at the man he had come to respect and love like a Father, a man who treated him the way a Father should treat his son. The boy's eyes dimmed for a second before he shook his head of any oncoming grim thoughts.

"C'mon get dressed Kyo. I want you at the dojo in three minutes," Kazuma's voice had taken a professional undertone as he stood up to leave, but the smile never left his face.

The same could be said for Kyo.

...

Kyo tugged and fidgeted with his uncomfortably itchy collar, and grumbled as he ran a hand through his still-damp, showered hair. The day had been off to a great start, his tired muscles proof of the two-hour training session he had with his Shishou. But once he emerged from his post-training shower, everything went downhill as he was faced with the itchiest, lamest looking clothes laid out neatly on his bed.

Now the said clothes clung to his body like irritating burs, and didn't help his almost non-existent enthusiasm one bit as he made his way to the courtyard to greet the Onwa's and their son.

He could see the outline of a large mahogany table in the distance, with five figures sitting around the piece of furniture. As he got closer he recognised the two figures at one head of the table as his own parents, and the other pair on the opposite side as the Onwa King and Queen. A small fragile-looking boy sat poised on the length of the table, facing Kyo's direction, but seemingly not noticing him.

As the orange-headed boy got closer, he caught a snippet of the group's conversation.

"My, isn't Yuki such a wonderfully well-behaved boy! And such manners," Kyo heard his Mother coo as said silver haired boy folded his napkin onto his lap.

Yuki's Mother smiled lovingly at her boy, and Yuki's father chuckled, "Yes, he is quite the kid."

"Hmph, he's a fine lad, I'm sure he'll be a great King one day," Kyo flinched at hearing the envy in his Father's voice. Not once had Kyo ever heard such praise come from his Father's mouth, and here he was handing it willingly to someone else's child. Kyo clenched his fists and plucked up the courage to make himself known to the group.

They all turned to look at the arriving boy whom had cleared his throat to draw attention to his presence.

"You're late," Kyo's Mother said dryly, as she gave her son a hard look, causing him to flinch inwardly.

The Onwa King and Queen exchanged wary glances before Mrs Onwa made an attempt at diffusing the situation, "Ah there's Kyo! My my, have you grown since we last saw you?," She exclaimed cheerfully, her lilac eyes flashing warmly.

Kyo turned to face her and nodded his head in acknowledgment but remained silent. After another awkward silence, Mr Onwa gestured to the seat across from his own son, "Please, come join us young Kyo," he offered invitingly.

Kyo muttered a small thanks and took his seat, his head bowed and intentionally not looking up at his parents. He fought the urge to scratch and tug at his horrible clothes.

The Onwa King gestured politely to his son, "Kyo, I would like you to meet my son, Yuki," he then gestured towards the orange-haired boy and spoke to his son, "Yuki my boy, this is Kyo."

Kyo glanced up at the silver haired boy in front of him, and was met with purple hues, devoid of emotion.

"It's nice to meet you, Kyo," he said calmly, his poker face never faltering.

"Yeah nice to meet ya," Kyo mumbled, and instantly winced as his Father's fist landed loudly on the mahogany table.

"KYO! I will NOT tolerate rudeness! Why can't you greet Yuki with the respect he greeted you!?" The man roared, a vein popping on his forehead.

It was at that point that the orange-haired boy had to use all his willpower to prevent tears welling in his eyes- he would not cry, he would NOT show weakness.

Upon noticing that his son was not going to deduct his earlier rudeness, and continued to stare at his lap, the Fudoushin King sighed angrily.

"Honestly, what the hell is wrong with you," he muttered under his breath.

Mrs Fudoushin put a calming hand on her husband's arm, despite the fact that her own expression nearly mirrored his, "Never mind dear." She took a deep breath as if to compose herself then turned to Yuki with a smile, "So Yuki I hear you're quite the literate young man. Do you enjoy Shakespeare?"

Yuki turned his distant gaze to her, seemingly not affected by the previous outburst, "Yes, I do enjoy Shakespeare, although my favourite writing of his would have to be Macbeth."

Mrs Fudoushin smiled approvingly, something that Kyo had never managed to receive from her. The realisation made the young boy growl inwardly as he looked up at the other boy, a glare slowly creeping into his vermillion hues.

"My, what mature tastes you have. And do you have any other hobbies?" She inquired.

Yuki nodded, "Indeed. I do enjoy martial arts."

Mr Fudoushin piped up from his brooding position at hearing the name of the contact sport, "Most impressive," he appraised.

The last string on Kyo's silence snapped, and he expressed his displeasure at being ignored in the form of an indignant remark aimed into his lap, "I do martial arts too!" His childish face scrunched up in a mix between anger, embarrassment, and hurt.

His parents gave warning glances at the child, but they went unnoticed as Yuki's Father bellowed out into a roar of hearty laughter.

Everyone at the table's eyes widened (with the exception of Yuki and Mrs Onwa who were no strangers to the middle-aged man's behaviour) as they gave the Onwa king odd looks.

"Well why didn't you say so, Kyo!?" He exclaimed loudly as he slapped a powerful hand on the boy's puny frame, causing the kid to nearly face plant into his bowl of untouched leek soup- much to Kyo's chagrin.

"This calls for a martial arts battle! What better way to get to know someone than to battle it out head to head. Well, if there is a better way then I've never heard of it!" He bellowed enthusiastically.

Most of the people sitting at the table could definitely think of better ways to make friends, so the excited man's logic was lost on them.

" Err, I'm sure we can find some other wa..." Kyo's Father attempted to back his son out of the battle, purely due to his lack of faith in Kyo's abilities- he couldn't have his son causing him embarrassment after all. But he was cut off by the shrill sound of said son's young voice.

"I'll do it! I'll fight him!" Kyo declared, as he stood abruptly causing his chair to teeter and clatter onto the pavement in his hastiness. The child's eyes were blaring with a fierce determination that seemed to scream 'You just watch! I'll show you what I can do'.

His parents both clenched their teeth in an identical fashion, and his Father's face seemed to grow red with a barely-controlled rage, as Mr Onwa clasped his large hands together, "Wonderful! How about it Yuki?"

The placid boy had been silently observing the situation sighed and stood to meet Kyo's height, albeit a lot more calmly, "Of course."

Seeing that he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, Kyo's Father swallowed as much of his emotions as he could before standing up and exhaling a defeated sigh, "If you will, we shall take you to the dojo," he replied tersely.

"By all means, lead the way!" Mr Onwa saluted as everyone followed the Fudoushin King, some clearly more enthusiastic than others.

...

Kyo's body met the tatami mats with a thump, his hopes shattering hopelessly along with it. His face flushed with anger as he glared with a new found hatred for the boy standing before him; the boy who was not even fazed in the slightest by their battle.

The defeated Kyo caught the look on his parents' faces, and decided to not look again, lest he start crying. Instead he directed all his frustration at Yuki in the form of a deadly, menacing scowl not suited to his childish face.

Yuki returned Kyo's threatening look with his own unreadable expression, before he was slapped hard on his fragile back by his joyous Father, jolting him forward slightly.

"THAT'S MY BOY!" Mr Onwa laughed heartily, before walking over to Kyo who was still brooding silently on the floor. "Better luck next time, eh Kyo?" he said encouragingly as he extended a hand to the boy.

Kyo's stare never left Yuki's as he ignored the proffered hand and helped himself up. Unfazed by the child's refusal, Yuki's father smiled at him, pity flashing swiftly through his eyes, before he turned to the boy's parents.

"Well I don't know about you, but I think that's enough excitement for one day, why don't we let the boys play while we adults go take care of the boring stuff?" The Onwa King said humorously.

Mrs Fudoushin removed her hand from her shamed face, and looked up at the man, before turning to her husband who was directing a fuming glare at his son. "Dear, let's go to the reading room," she hinted.

Mr Fudoushin flicked his eyes to her then back to his son, "Very well, if you please," his voice was tight and his lips terse, as he gestured for the Onwa King and Queen to exit the Dojo's door. After they had left, he followed his wife out and he threw a gruff, "We will talk later," at his son before storming out the door.

Kyo shuddered at his father's angered words, knowing all too well what they meant. The fact only made him all the more angrier, as he shot the boy who bested him venomous glares, his fists clenching and unclenching with his rapid breath.

Yuki silently observed the boys inner turmoil bubble slowly to the surface.

"I HATE YOU!" The shrill voice ripped through the tension like a knife through butter, and startled Yuki if only for a moment before he composed himself again.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WITH YOU! You're like a stone, a damned rock! And that Shakespeare shit!? Give me a break, what kind of 10 year old reads bloody Shakespeare!? No one, that's who!" Kyo jutted a shaking finger at the silveret, his face hot as his blood boiled, "You're lying, I can see that you're lying just so you can rat your way in with the adults! You think you've got everyone fooled, but not me! You're just a lying, stinking, dirty RAT!" Kyo heaved shakily as he took in a much-needed breath of air.

Yuki blinked, "Are you finished?"

Kyo growled, "And another thing, I'm sick of that damned attitude of yours! What makes you so great, huh?! What makes you so 'impressive'?" he put air quotes around his father's previous choice of praising words.

Sensing a break in the orange-headed boy's vented tangent, Yuki spoke up. "It seems to me like you're jealous, Kyo." There was nothing condescending in his tone, but nevertheless his remark pissed the other boy off even more.

"WHO THE HELL WOULD BE JEALOUS OF A SPOILT RAT LIKE YOU!?" Kyo screeched in outrage, his tan skin turning an even angrier shade of red. No longer in control over his fury, his rage-filled body propelled him forward, hell-bent on dealing damage to the infuriatingly calm boy in front of him.

Kyo certainly didn't gain his desired results, as his attack was cleanly brushed aside, and was dealt back at him two-fold. Yuki lowered his slightly stinging fist back to his side as Kyo yet again fell to the ground, with another soon-to-be evident bruise on his tanned cheek. Sighing the silveret shook his head, and decided that nothing good would come out of him being in the deranged boy's presence any longer.

He proceeded calmly out the door, but not before hearing Kyo choke out a strained, emotionally unstable declaration, "YOU DAMN RAT! I WILL beat you, one day! You can be damned sure of that!" Although his voice shook with pent up tears, the determination in it was still clearly palpable.

Nevertheless Yuki didn't even try to acknowledge the threat, as he politely closed the door behind him.

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[Present]

Kyo cursed again, slightly louder this time, as he sat down roughly on the castle roof. He knew that it was childish of him to get so worked up over one measly person, but he couldn't help it- Yuki just always seemed to rub him the wrong way.

Just thinking about him made his blood boil, which unfortunately caused his head to give a painful throb in exchange. Wincing, the boy clutched his hair, frustrated at himself but even more so at the silver haired rat demon that did this to him. Sure it was Kyo's fault for starting it, but it was Yuki's fault for angering him in the first place.

Having had enough of silently brooding, he took in a deep breath and let out a loud flurry of inventive curses directed solely at the damned rat bastard. His venting rage-session drifted easily on the wind, carrying his voice from the rooftop to the ground below where a certain princess was searching blindly for him.

Tohru looked up at the sound of swears she'd never even heard of before, squinting at the roof of the castle. Was Kyo up there? Turning her gaze back down she spotted a well-placed tree situated in a way that allowed someone to reach the rooftop.

The orange-haired prince took in a few deep breaths as he finished letting his anger dissipate into the wind, before lying down with his arms folded behind his head. He was just beginning to let the sweet caress of sleep overtake his drained body, when his overly-sensitive ears pricked at the sound of rustling vegetation.

Curious, Kyo got up and leaned over the side of the roof, eyes widening as he saw a purple flutter of material flash through the tree he used to get onto the roof. As the material moved, certain sections of the girl's body could be seen, an arm here, a leg there. The girl was climbing the damn tree. The girl was climbing the damn tree in a damn dress! And she was doing a pretty awkward job of it too by the sounds of her girly whimpers.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Kyo yelled down at her, as she reached the halfway point.

She looked up through the leaves to see Kyo looking incredulously down at her. "Oh Kyo... So you are.. up here, thank... goodness," her breathing was staggered as the exertion of tree-climbing overtook her.

The boy wasn't sure what to be more horrified about- the fact that a princess was climbing a bloody tree, or the fact that she didn't even know for sure if the reason she was climbing the tree was even there. He resisted the urge to face-palm.

"You're ridiculous you know that!? You DO realise you're wearing a dress, right?" He exclaimed, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks.

By this time Tohru had made her way to the side of the roof, and reached out a stretching hand to the ledge.

*Crack*

Both their hearts sank at the sound of Tohru's branch giving way, right before she could gain a solid hold on the ledge.

"Fuck!" Kyo shouted in alarm as he swiftly caught Tohru's wrists, his body now flush with the ledge as Tohru dangled precariously over it. He pulled her up easily, but tripped backwards on his own feet (clumsy Kyo) resulting in him tumbling to the ground, with Tohru promptly following suit. When the prince opened his eyes, he was greeted by Tohru's own tightly closed eyes as she clung desperately to his shirt. Brushing aside the strong feeling of déjà vu, Kyo noticed her trembling slightly and lifted his arm, subconsciously intending it to rest on the small of her back in a comforting manner.

Unfortunately, it was at this time that Tohru decided to open her eyes and zip her head up in alarm, causing it to make a satisfying thunk as it collided with Kyo's already swollen chin. Kyo swore and Tohru screamed, as she finally got off Kyo's tense body sending a flurry of apologies his way- his previous hand gesture not even noticed, to his relief.

"Ugh, non't norry 'nout it," Kyo mumbled unintelligibly as he cupped his face in his hands, partly to nurse his aching jaw, partly to hide his embarrassment. However to his dismay, the act only seemed to fuel Tohru's guilt and anxiety, as her apologies turned into a flurry of drivel.

Kyo's shoulders straightened as he removed his hands to look the teary-eyed girl square in the face. The serious expression on his face caused the upset princess to go silent, leaving the air around them thick and tense as the summer wind blew lazily through the trees.

"I'm fine. Seriously," he stated flatly. "Anyway what the hell was going through your mind when you decided to climb a damned 30 foot tree- in a dress!?" His stern voice rapidly rising in volume as his frustration with the girl's actions swelled. "Are you TRYING to get yourself killed!?"

Tohru smiled despite her still rapidly beating heartbeat and Kyo's clearly pissed off state, "You're hurt Kyo, I couldn't just leave you like that, it would be wrong," her thin eyebrows creased in a worrying gaze.

Kyo was speechless; how stupid can this girl get? "Yeah, 'cause that's a GREAT excuse for getting yourself killed," he stated sarcastically, his voice dropping a few octaves as he fixated his burgundy eyes on the ground next to him.

"I don't understand. You caught me, so there's no problem is there? Thank you so much for that by the way," she smiled gratefully.

Orange tresses swayed against his forehead as the prince craned his neck toward her, "That's beside the po..." But lost his will to continue as he looked at her carefree face, "Argh, forget it," he grumbled as he laid down with his arms behind his throbbing head.

The brunette's smile faltered as she examined him closely, azure eyes scanning for any signs that the boy was in distress. Not happy with her observation results, she inquired to the prince who had shut his eyes and was taking deep calming breaths, "Are you ok Kyo?"

Kyo glanced at her through his lashes, and by the look on the girl's face, he knew that 'worried' was definitely the biggest understatement of the year. For a brief moment he contemplated venting all his previous frustrations, but the look on her face told him it probably wasn't the best idea.

Sighing he muttered, "I told you, I'm fine," (although his jaw and skull would beg to differ) before turning on his side, leaving her to stare at his back

He jumped when he felt soft, tentative fingers touch his back gently, and craned his neck back to face the culprit, "What are you...?"

Tohru quickly retracted her hand, "S-sorry, there was a rip in your shirt and I was just checking that there wasn't any wound," she smiled awkwardly.

The orange-haired man scoffed as he tilted his body slightly so he didn't strain his neck so much when he looked at her, "So what, you're my doctor now?" He stiffened again when she fearlessly reached out to touch his slightly inflamed chin, flinching at the tenderness. "Goddamit, what are you doing now!?" He yelled as a bright blush burned onto his confused and slightly pained face.

Tohru's face twisted in concern as she quickly withdrew her hand again drawing it to her chest, "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

At hearing the anguish and sincerity in her voice, Kyo gave the girl an even more perplexed look- surely she wasn't apologising so sincerely over a little thing like that?

Tohru continued in a hushed tone, "I should have done something, and now you're hurt even more, I'm so sorry." The misery in her voice was so evident that Kyo found himself resisting the urge to hold her tightly. Shaking his head of his ridiculous thoughts, he did the only thing he knew how to do, he got angry.

"God damnit all! Why are you getting so upset about it!? If you ask me it was all that damned rat's fault anyway! Damn it!" He slammed his fist on the ground and mumbled to himself, "Why can't I ever beat that bastard?"

Tohru blinked, her curiosity surfacing slightly as she raised her head, small tears visible in her eyes, "Kyo, why do you hate Yuki so much?"

Kyo scoffed at the question, assuming the answer was obvious, "What's not to hate? He's a sly, rat bastard! All he has to do is smile and he gets everyone to fall in love with him, it's sickening!" He focussed his heated attention on an innocent crow in the distance, "And he's a freak! Easily perfecting everything he does, I mean what the hell, it's abnormal I tell you!"

'I-is Kyo jealous?' Tohru wondered incredulously, not brave enough to voice her thoughts.

The prince ran a hand through his hair, feeling another huge weight lift off his chest as he finished his second rage for the day. Lying back down he took a deep breath, revelling in the warm breeze that caressed his face.

The brunette stared at him thoughtfully, "Kyo, have you ever given Yuki a chance? You never know, he might be a good friend to have."

Kyo spat out a metaphoric beverage at her words, "You're kidding me right?" Then his eyes widened in revelation, "Wait, oh come on! Don't tell me you've fallen for that damn rat as well?"

Tohru averted her eyes and fiddled with the hem of her lilac silk dress, "Well, I guess I find him intriguing," she said in a soft voice, her cheeks burning slightly.

"Hmph, you too huh? Figures," he stated, disappointment crawling into his voice as he rolled his eyes.

'You too'.

Tohru's stomach dropped at his tone, which somehow made her feel like she had let him down. An unsettling silence filled the air, as Kyo closed his eyes again, and Tohru sat next to him not knowing what to do.

"Kyo, how do you know Yuki?" She instantly regretted bringing up the grey-haired prince again when she saw the scowl return to Kyo's face.

"Stop talking about him! Even his name pisses me off." The prince growled bitterly.

"Oh, sorry," she muttered, bowing her head and staring at the small sequin butterfly adorning her dress.

Kyo looked up at the sky, watching the fluffy cotton clouds drift lazily across the blue expanse. After a while Tohru too looked up, taking a deep breath of warm summer air into her lungs as she did.

Kyo was somewhat content with the silence; however the same couldn't be said for the princess, who had already come up with an idea to break the lull in their conversation. When in doubt, talk about family.

"Kyo, do you have any siblings?" She asked, catching Kyo off-guard.

He side glanced at her, "Yeah, why?" He asked suspiciously.

"Well I don't know much about you except your name and that you seem to like high places," she giggled as she looked down at the distant ground below.

Kyo assumed she was talking about yesterday's tree incident and flushed embarrassingly, "Hey! I don't usually fall out of trees! You just caught me by surprise last time!" He yelled defensively.

Tohru put her hands up in denial as she giggled gently, "Oh no, I didn't mean that, don't worry."

"Hmph," the flustered prince grunted, as he settled back down and returned his eyes to the blue sky above them.

"So do you have sisters, brothers?" Tohru implored further.

"Sister," Kyo mumbled, still watching the serene clouds above.

Tohru perked up, "A sister," she repeated, "That must be a lot of fun," she smiled.

Kyo gave her an 'are you mad?' look, "You kidding, she's a pain in the ass. Always jumping on me, and calling me stupid nicknames."

Tohru laughed, "Like I said, sounds like a lot of fun."

Kyo hmph'd, then looked away when he mumbled a question, "What about you?"

"Hmm?" She turned to the boy quizzically.

"You got any siblings or what?" He elaborated, sounding not at all interested. Not that Tohru noticed.

The girl blinked, "Oh! That's right you haven't met Momiji yet have you? He's my little brother, he's only 14 but he's a lot of fun, you know." Her smile was full of love and her eyes twinkled.

Kyo looked up at her and was caught off-guard by her beautiful expression. Realising he was staring he quickly averted his gaze again and went back to being silent.

"How old is your sister?" Tohru's acute voice derailed Kyo's train of thought again, taking him a moment to realise what she had just said.

"Sixteen," the man answered distantly.

A gasp escaped the princess' lips, "Really?" she asked excitedly, "Me too!" And with that the girl began fantasising about how great it would be to have a friend her age.

Kyo looked up at her again inquisitively, "You're sixteen?"

Tohru came back from her daydream, "Uh-huh, yeah why? How old are you?"

"Seventeen, I just thought you were a lot younger than that by the way you shamelessly climbed that tree," he smirked playfully.

Tohru smiled and cocked her head, placing her hands on her hips in mock offence, "But Kyo, if I'm not mistaken, you would have had to climb that tree too." She giggled when his face dropped in realisation, "I think that's what is called a 'hypocrite', Kyo."

Kyo shot up and began trying to defend himself by saying something about how girls were different than boys, but gave up when Tohru began to laugh. The joy in her face as she tried to hide her smile with her hand actually made Kyo smile. Eventually he began to chuckle along with her, his shoulders shaking as he put his head down to hide it.

Tohru stopped laughing, wiping the tears from her eyes. She wasn't even sure why she found it so funny, but she did know laughing always helped relax her. She hoped it was the same for Kyo, he seemed to always have something stressful on his mind and it showed in his angry demeanor. That's why when Tohru watched him laugh for the first time, she couldn't help but feel kind of accomplished and, well, happy.

Meanwhile Kyo had also stopped laughing, but still held a small smile as he ran a hand through his orange locks. Another silence settled over them, but this time it was more comfortable than awkward, and they both sat amiably as they watched a flock of geese fly through the endless sky.

"Hey Kyo?" Tohru spoke up whilst still watching the birds above them.

"Yeah?" He answered, glancing at her.

"How are we going to get down from here?"

For the second time that day, Kyo found that he couldn't help but laugh.

[A/N: And they're still stuck up there to this day... Haha

Yeahh, Kyo-kyo has a messed up childhood, but it gets even more messed up in the future so look forward to it (wait, that's not a good thing to look forward to... dammit!) I mean... umm there's more drama to come!

Runs like a mad-woman from Kyo's murderous wrath.

See you next tiiimmee (If I live that long that is *laughs*)