You peeps will NOT be very happy with me after this chapter...I got some terribly harsh inspiration at 2 am...forgive me. :3 It was a hard chapter to write, but now ideas should flow through my brain more. :D
Princess Kiki Mari: I'm trying, I'm trying! x3 I'm glad you like this story, though.
Sweetkakes35: I know, right? He's such a sneaky doggy! O_oll
In other news, I returned from Japan in July to find that my yuri lemon has been deleted. -mad face-
Enjoy, peeps, and thanks for your feedback! ^_^
Both boys emerged from the bedroom several hours later when the dusk-covered sky emerged, their cheeks pink and breath heavy, but hands held together lovingly. Kyo leaned to the side and kissed his lover on the cheek, causing Yuki to smile and meet gentle lips with his own.
Tohru rounded the corner with a basket of laundry, and smiled at her boys. "Hello Kyo, Yuki," she greeted warmly. The two boys broke apart and smiled sheepishly.
"Tohru-kun," Yuki responded, blushing. He eyed the basket. "Oh, Tohru-kun, it's getting late! Why are you still doing chores?" he asked. Kyo moved toward her.
"Here, we'll take care of that," he said, taking the basket from her. She smiled wearily at them.
"Arigatou, boys. I'm sorry, I'm just so tired tonight," she apologized.
"Go to bed, then," Yuki ordered gently. "We'll handle this. Oyasumi, Tohru-kun."
"Oyasumi, Yuki-kun, Kyo-kun," Tohru said, then she went to her room and shut the door. Kyo took the laundry downstairs, and Yuki followed, and together they sat folding clothes for a while.
"Pass me that shirt, Kyo?" Yuki asked, and Kyo obliged, handing him the required piece of cloth. Their hands brushed for the briefest of moments, and Yuki blushed before pulling his hand away from Kyo's inviting warmth. Kyo smiled knowingly at Yuki and pecked his cheek.
"Daisuki," he whispered, and Yuki giggled.
"Anata mo dai-," he started, but the ringing phone interrupted him. Kyo scowled.
"Who the hell calls at nine thirty at night?" he growled, standing up to get the phone. He ran to the wall and lifted the phone from its receiver. "Moshi moshi."
"...Cat."
Yuki noted Kyo's stiffening muscles with alarm, and immediately rushed to his side. "Kyo?"
"Ah, is that my dearest nezumi in the background? Please, put him on the phone, won't you?"
"What do you want, Akito?" Kyo snapped, and Yuki's heart skipped a beat.
"It's none of your business, cat, but if you mustknow," Akito hissed, "then I suppose I could tell you. I need you and Yuki here, now. Hatori will be there shortly to pick you up. Don't keep me waiting." A moment later, the line went dead, and Kyo replaced the phone in its receiver with shaking hands. Yuki grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
"What is it?! What's going on?!" he nearly yelled, and Kyo embraced him.
"I don't know," he confessed. "But we have to go with Hatori when he gets here."
"No," Yuki cried, "I won't go! He can't make me!" He pushed Kyo away and let out a choked sob. "You can't make me go! None of you can!" He fought as Kyo tried to hug him again, but Kyo was persistent, and soon Yuki collapsed in his arms.
"I don't want to go either," Kyo whispered, "but I know I'll feel better with you at my side." He kissed the silver head sweetly and swallowed his own tears. Something would change tonight.
Hatori led them past the gates of the main house. No words were spoken, much like the tense silence that had reigned in the car. Kyo held his lover's hand in a death grip, nearly enough to break the bones of any weaker individual. Hatori's shoulders were tight, his steps quick but reluctant as they neared the doors.
"Whatever you two do," he said suddenly, causing the boys to jump, "do not lie. Lying makes everything worse."
"Hatori, what in the hell is going on?" Yuki asked. Hatori didn't look at him.
"Don't ask me that," he snapped, and opened the door, leading them inside. They walked down the long expanse of hallway before stopping in front of two very large shoji. Hatori slid one open and motioned for Yuki and Kyo to follow him inside the room.
"Akito-sama," Hatori whispered with a bow to the shadows. "Shall I step outside?"
"No, my dear seahorse, you will remain here," Akito ordered, and Yuki slid behind Kyo ever so slightly. The thin, demonic frame of Akito rose from the darkness and walked forward, his gaunt half-smile terrifying Kyo nearly to the point of fainting.
"My precious Yuki and his monster," Akito purred. "How lovely of you to join me."
"What do you want?" Kyo snapped. Akito chuckled, his voice low and sinister.
"What do I want? That's quite the question, cat," he spat. "Do you really want to know?"
"YES!" Kyo shouted, and Akito giggled again. Then, before anyone else could react, he slammed Kyo against the wall, his hand around the delicate column of Kyo's neck.
"Kyo!" Yuki cried, and took a step before slapping a hand over his mouth. Akito turned his head slowly, eyes wide and glowing in disbelief.
"So it's true, then!" he yelled, anger coloring the timbre of his voice. "This monster has been corrupting my nezumi!" His grip on Kyo's throat tightened, and the cat-cursed boy clawed at the hand in an attempt to regain his breath.
"Let him go! Please!" Yuki cried, dropping to his knees. "Please, Akito!"
Abruptly, Akito released his grip, and Kyo fell to the floor in a coughing heap. Yuki started to move toward Kyo, but Akito grabbed his wrists and pushed him against the wall.
"You've been a very bad boy, Yuki," he whispered into Yuki's ear, and the rat-cursed felt his own body shiver. "Do you know what happens when you're a bad boy, Yuki?" he asked. Yuki swallowed and breathed his answer.
"I get p-punished..."
"That's right, you get punished," Akito said, his lips twisting into a smile. It was a horrible and frightening look for him. "But do you know how I'm going to punish you?"
"N-no..."
"Well then, how about you sit and watch, hm?" He grabbed Yuki and threw his body on the floor with surprising force, leaving the boy in terrible pain. Yuki looked up and watched with horror as Akito withdrew a small blade from his kimono. Behind him, Hatori gasped.
"Akito-sama, you aren't -," the man started.
"Shut up, Hatori, and don't come a step closer," Akito hissed, and it was a sound so utterly terrifying that Hatori didn't dare move a muscle, and Yuki's heart skipped a beat. Akito approached the still wheezing Kyo, who looked at him with contempt and fury.
"What now?" he coughed, and Akito smiled again.
"Since you've asked so politely, I think I'll tell you." He leaned down and held Kyo's chin in a vice-like grip. "You see, monster, you and Yuki have been very bad boys. Bad boys like you two need to be punished. However," he added, standing tall once more, "I think Yuki has grown immune to my more...physical punishments over the years."
"You fucking bastard!" Kyo cried in astonishment.
"So I've decided that he'll have to settle for some mental strain instead. But you, my dear little monster..." Akito giggled, and it was a manic giggle. "You will pay dearly for stealing what's mine."
It happened so fast that Yuki saw only a blur, but when Kyo let out a screech, Yuki's heart stopped. The knife in Akito's hand - Yuki couldn't say when it turned red with blood, but it made him sick to his stomach. He stood and ran to his beloved, who kept his right eye covered and cried in pain.
"Kyo! What is it? What's wrong?!" Yuki cried, hysteria seeping into his conscious. Kyo pulled his hand away. The eye was gone; only a bloody open socket remained, and Yuki felt a scream wrench itself from his throat.
"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god!!!!!" he shrieked. "Kyo!" He wept for his lover and embraced him, and Kyo writhed around in agony. Yuki held him tighter to still his movements.
"It's okay," he whispered, his own tears still falling. "You'll be okay, don't worry, I'm right here..." He reached down to tear off the edge of his own shirt, and then wrapped the strip of fabric around Kyo's head and eye.
"Lay down now," he whispered, easing Kyo down onto the floor.
"No, Yuki!" Kyo protested. "He'll hurt you too! I won't let him!"
"He already has," Yuki cried, and kissed Kyo's hand. "If something happens to me, get yourself out of here."
"I won't leave you here!" Kyo yelled.
"Hatori!" Akito snapped. "Take Yuki away!" And Hatori, with reluctance, walked to Yuki and pulled him to the door.
"NO!!!" Yuki screamed. "DON'T TAKE ME AWAY FROM KYO!!!"
"YUKI!" Kyo cried, standing to run after his lover. But Akito hit him in the back of the head, and Kyo fell to the ground.
"KYO!!!" Yuki screamed, and Hatori dragged him down the hallway like that, screaming his heart out the whole time.
Kyo's body felt heavy. It wasn't a pleasant feeling; he knew he was waking from a rather unnatural sleep. When he finally felt the weight lift, he opened his left eye. His right eye wouldn't open, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it. His left eye darted about, and focused on a figure sitting beside him.
"...Tohru?" he whispered, and the girl looked at him in shock. Her eyes were red and lined with unshed tears. She gasped.
"Kyo-kun! You're awake!" she wept, taking his hand. "How do you feel?"
"Like I've been run over by a truck," he moaned. "And my damned right eye won't open..." He didn't fail to notice the drop in Tohru's countenance after he spoke. "What's the matter?"
"Kyo-kun, your right eye is gone," she informed him gently, and memories hit him suddenly like a punch in the stomach.
"Yuki!" he cried out. "Where is he? What's his room number? I have to see him!" He stopped speaking when Tohru's face grew more despondent.
"Kyo-kun," she sobbed, "Yuki's not at the hospital. He's at home." She took a moment to compose herself before speaking again. "Kyo-kun...he's not the same Yuki anymore."
"What do you mean?" Kyo asked, afraid to know the answer.
"After you passed out, Akito had Yuki's memory erased."