It isn't about being alone. He's used to that already. He's spent the better part of his life isolated from the world and even though he's gotten to indulge in freedom these past few years, it won't be so hard to go back into the darkness. It isn't about the confinement either. Or at least, it isn't mainly about the confinement. Though the thought of not being able to come and go as he pleases makes his skin crawl, there's no place in this world for a creature like him. He knows this. He's always known this. So being locked away isn't the least reasonable thing he can think of. No, what gets him most are the ghosts. The haunted silence that lives in that room. The deep gloom of past spirits echoing around the empty corridor. The ghost of every spirit before him; their torment and suffering is alive in those walls even though their bodies have long since faded to dust. He's felt it ever since he was a kid.
"That's it. Where you'll be going," His father would lean down and whisper this to him when he would walk past the Cat's Room as a child. Though Kyo's outing with his father were very few and far between, he remembers those times clearly. Kyo being no more than five or six at the time, standing in front of those vast, foreboding black doors. The doors to his cage. His father would grip his shoulder tight and hiss, "If only they would take you away sooner. Then you wouldn't be such a burden anymore." And though Kyo felt the hot sting of his father's words, it was nothing compared to the sense of horror he felt coming from that room. That place…was a curse all it's own.
Kyo sits up in bed suddenly, heart hammering. The nightmare still fresh in his mind. He holds a hand to his pounding head to steady himself. He's had this dream almost every day for weeks now. He thought he'd have been used to it by now. But no. There was no getting used to it. He takes a deep breath and calms his trembling hands. He looks down at the bracelet and scowls. This is why, he thinks. This is why fate has forsaken him. This is why his destiny is sealed.
He hears the muffled sound of voices echo from downstairs. There's that damed rat, Yuki, saying something charming he's sure, which is then immediately followed by the cheerful laughter that could only come from Tohru. Kyo clenches his hand into a fist instinctively. A sharp sting swells in his chest. That laugh. He'd do just about anything to hear it. And the thought of Yuki getting to hear it long after Kyo was locked away was enough to make his blood boil. He could admit it (Not out loud of course) but privately, in the safety of his own head; he's jealous of that damed rat. Jealous of the possibilities he had; the potential for the unknown. For life. For love. Kyo didn't have that luxury. And he certainly didn't have that luxury with her. Kyo scowls and slams his fist against the carpet so hard that the floor rattles.
The voices downstairs go quiet for a moment then, "Kyo? Are you up? We have breakfast ready!"
He closes his eyes, trying to let her voice absorb into his memory. Kyo? Are you up? We have breakfast ready! He wants to take it with him when he goes. Just this little piece of her.
Then he gets to his feet and slowly heads down the stairs to join her.