Chapter Sixty-seven:
It was obvious that this was hurting his cousin, the rejection Kyou was obviously throwing at Yuki, but what did Yuki think was going to happen, raping Kyou; did he think that stealing the neko's body for the night would make Kyou suddenly wild for the rat's touch? If he did, he was terribly wrong, because Kyou never before recalled rape bringing anyone closer, only spreading them further apart. However, the sound of Yuki's voice, the way he could hear the other's heart breaking with those few words, almost caused his own heart to shatter.
Why? He should be happy for the other's misery, considering what the mouse had caused him already in his selfishness. So why was he going to cave, why was he going to let Yuki stay? Maybe he was some weird kind of masochist, and got a kick out of being caused pain? Either way, he couldn't stop the words that came out, he never was any good at thinking about he was going to say before he said it anyway.
"No." It was barely above a whisper, " you can stay if you want to." He turned his face to the pillow as his spiteful mind reminded him, `after all, nothing stopped you last night.`
Chapter Sixty-eight:
He was delighted that Kyou would allow him to stay, but it seemed almost unreal. Did the neko really want him here, or was it simply guilt? Yuki had no way of knowing short of being a mind reader. But was it really that important? Of course not. He would use all the time he had with the enticing feline to win the boy's heart. After all the blows he'd taken at the hand of his fiery cousin, one would think the depressing nezumi would have given up. Never could he forfeit, though, to Kyou's first reaction. All things take time, ne? Especially turning someone gay. It was a challenge, but not impossible.
Yuki slumped into the chair, assuming Kyou was not going to talk to him. It was evident the neko had become more calm, however that was still short of being kind or understanding. A pale hand ran through oily gray hair. He needed a shower more than anything. Tohru and Shigure would likely come to the hospital in a few hours, and neither would want to see him looking this terrible. Being the room's only occupant, Kyou had a bathroom to himself, as well as shower. Yuki used the awkward moment as an excuse to enjoy the luxury.
"Kyou, I'm just going to wash up...unless you care to join me?" He winked at the neko upon the unwelcome joke. It helped to lighten the mood.
Chapter Sixty-nine:
He scoffed at the invitation, Yuki should have known full well, that he would never comply to something so stupid in the first place, but he was finding out more and more about his calm tempered cousin, and the more he found out, the more he wanted to forget. But the other was soon out of his vision, and the neko was satisfied to at least have some time to himself, where he could reflect on what had happened, and what he was going to do. He could always just forget about what happened, and go on living his life as though nothing had happened at all; as if he were that lucky to forget though.
The sound of the heavy, and no doubt hard water resonated through his miniature hospital room, and he could here his cousin stepping beneath the water, being allowed the chance to relax; another opportunity stolen by the cold-hearted mouse. Thrusting the pillow over his head, he attempted to tune out the entire world, to recede into nothingness; face down, backside up, in the stale room. At least with Yuki in the shower, he didn't have to put up with those eyes, those disgustingly beautiful eyes!
Grumbling into the sheets, soon transformed to a yelp as a hand quickly slapped at his already aching rear. He almost flew off the bed, hair standing on end, as his eyes were caught by the coal black of Shigure's, the elder leaning over Kyou in a way that made him feel not quite comfortable. "What the fuck do you think your doing here?!" Kyou hollered, attempting to glare as darkly as he could through his wincing.
Chapter Seventy:
Something about his reaction made things a little more clear. Shigure's grin only widened, disturbingly happy for the pair. He no doubt assumed the neko was willing and eager through the whole experience.
"You naughty kitty....the last person I thought you'd lose it to is Yuki. But, sincerely, I am happy for you two; just don't be noisy when you do it at home. I imagine poor Tohru-chan wouldn't want to know this..."
~~~~~~~
His head lolled back, letting the hot, stale water run down his glimmering chest. He thought of Kyou lazing on the bed right through the wall; yet, this made the nezumi feel cold. The boy's harsh glare was imprinted in his mind. It wasn't the first time his cousin had given him such a look, but now it meant more. There didn't seem to be any straight paths into the neko's heart; he felt like he was stranded in a dense, endless jungle.
As the minutes ticked by, the shower water began to lose its heat. Reaching sluggishly in front of him, Yuki turned the knob and the pounding spray ceased. He stepped from the shower, supporting himself on the wall, almost tired in the sloth-like manor. It was only when he entered the main room, a towel carelessly wrapped over his hips, that the teen became alert. One look forward and there was the inu, leaning over his koi in the way a dog drools over a treat.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, the usual irritated glare crawling across his face, "and where's Honda-san?"
Chapter Seventy-one:
Kyou couldn't believe it, he just couldn't believe it! First of all, how did Shigure know what Yuki had done to him? Secondly, why was Shigure suddenly infatuated with his raped body? It was all a little overwhelming, but he knew that if he did not defend himself to the fullest this time, this stuff would never stop... HE was near begging the half naked Yuki for help, but he knew even casting the slightest glance at the mouse might be a step backwards. However, he couldn't stop the pleading look he sent to his cousin as Shigure continued to advance. And before he even knew it, his hands were pinned above him yet again, and to put his feelings in a few words, he was scared shitless.
And surprisingly enough, Shigure was strong, Kyou could do nothing but squirm and shout; and Shigure was quick to take away both options, dropping his body on top of Kyou's and planting his lips atop the others at the same moment.
Chapter Seventy-two:
The nezumi's eyes went wide; what did Shigure think he was doing?! And suddenly, without thinking, he dove at the older man, his full body weight slamming into the inu. For someone of such strength, Shigure was considerably easy to attack off-guard. Breaking the lustful kiss with Kyou, he was thrown over the bed and into a heap on the floor.
At first, Shigure only smiled, which scared Yuki more than if he was yelling or pouting; so the blow hadn't injured him. The otoko sauntered closer to Yuki, seeming to realize he was not wanted near the neko. Standing beside, and due to height above, the paralyzed teen, his eyes burned into the young boy's. Leaned over, whispered something Kyou was unable to hear, and left quietly and without complaint. Yuki stood there, shaking, until his body gave up and he collapsed to the floor, tears flooding his pale skin. Shigure's words echoed through his mind.
'So he doesn't want me, Yuki-kun...well he'll never want YOU either...'
Chapter Seventy-three:
Kyou wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel happy that Yuki was crying, after all, it was well deserved; or if he should be consoling his cousin. Shigure's words couldn't possibly have been that bad, could they have? And seeing what the inu had been trying to do to him, Kyou should have been the one in tears. But not in front of Yuki, never would he allow his pride to be thrashed at in such a way, and he honestly expected more out of his generally worthy opponent.
Yuki had saved him though, so he at least deserved some kind of thanks, although Kyou never had been very good at that sort of thing... Lifting himself off the bed, he glided over to the mouse, with the agility only a cat could possess; and placing a light hand, on Yuki's trembling, nude shoulder, he swallowed.
"You may want to get dressed." `Lame way to start Kyou`, his mind mocked. " Tohru could come in at any second, and we don't want to embarrass you." His mind ordered him to consol in a better way, but the words just wouldn't come. He always hated seeing people cry anyways...
Taking a firm grip of the others slender arm, he tugged Yuki to his feet with as little force as he could possibly muster, as to not make the rat feel as though he were being manhandled ( funny choice of words, Kyou mused). "Let's get you dressed." He half announced, half proposed, eyes avoiding his companion as best he could; Yuki's pride didn't need another beating at the moment.
Chapter Seventy-four:
He let his over-stressed body fall into the other's mild grip; it was relieving to be guided like a child. But he knew Kyou actions weren't out of any type of affection. It was more sympathy at the pathetic display Yuki allowed himself. Words weren't supposed to be able to hurt you, but Shigure's stung like a knife. The nezumi let himself be pushed into the bathroom, out of Kyou's sight, and the door shut inches from his damp face. His hand rested on the door, the thin barrier separating him from the neko. 'What am I supposed to do now?' He silently questioned, pulling on the wrinkled, worn clothes and sitting on the floor. Legs pulled up to his chest, Yuki waited. Tohru would arrive and create enough of a distraction for him to leave unnoticed.
Chapter Seventy-five:
The last thing Kyou had expected to see at the moment was the surprisingly looming frame of his ever so fragile relative, leaning against the doorframe. `Wow` his cynical mind mused once more, `aren't you the popular one?` (Jim Carrey). He couldn't help but chuckle absently, although the look in Akito's eyes made him catch and keep his guard.
He had never liked the bastard, and was only too thankful that the elder refused his admission to the new years party, because then, he was at least spared that presence for that short while. But what purpose could the elder possibly have with Kyou, at this time, in the hospital of all places? The hairs on his arms and at the nape of his neck stood erect as he fought the hiss that rose in his throat.
"Calm down kitten," Akito purred in an entirely too suggestive way, taking a step into the room, although the neko only stiffened at the suggestion. "Hatori told me where you two were, if you were wondering." `Yet another wrong!` Kyou's mind shouted, and his fists clenched into tight balls at his sides, knuckles blanching and vibrating from the tenseness. He wanted to throw those very fists into the others face, knowing that he could most likely take the other down in one swing; but for some unknown reason, he held back. He really wanted to know what the hell the elder was doing there in the first place.
And his mouth repeated that exact phrase, "What the hell are you doing here?"
However, the smirk that curled the steadily approaching otoko's lips upwards creeped him out to no end. " Easy Kyoukichi," ` Kyou really hated the full use of his name!` "I just wanted to know where Yuki is?"
Kyou defensively took position before the door, knowing that he was the only one who could protect the mouse in this state; and although it sounded rather absurd, anything was better than handing Yuki over to that bastard. "Try and make me." The words rolled off his tongue with the same mocking fire that Akito had used only earlier, and Kyou was quite proud of himself for it.
Chapter Seventy-six: It's almost sick how long this is getting...if it weren't so good.
Even through a wooden door, Yuki could hear the older Souma's voice burning into his ears. He froze, more out of habit than anything else, unable to move for several seconds; then Kyou's voice snapped him back to reality. It was amazingly daring, how the rebellious neko defied the leader. Yuki's broken heart swelled at the gesture. But, to his contrary desires, the teen couldn't help peeking out the door, curious at Akito's reaction.
The taller, very Yuki-like man stood staring at Kyou, shock registering in the subtlety of his expression. Yet, it was no surprise that the cat, or all people would be one to disobey him. And unbeknownst to the other two occupants of the room, he was aware of Yuki peering through the crack in the door. It was just a matter of getting the currently emotional boy to reveal himself.
He sauntered over to Kyou, face darkening with every step. He had every intention of hurting Kyou if it would attract Yuki's attention. Whatever it took; and if he was wrong about the feelings Yuki had developed for the disgusting monster, it would still be enjoyable to inflict pain on Kyou. As Akito neared the motionless Souma, his grateful cousin leaned further and further out the door. And with the final step and swing at Kyou's unforgiving face, Yuki was completely out the door. Kyou flew from the attack, and dropped to the cold floor, so much like Akito.
Yuki knew he was too late, and only thought to hide himself in the bathroom again. Also too late. By the time he re-entered the room and closed the door, his furious cousin was already swinging it back open, right into his face. He immediately crumbled to the floor, cowering away from the abusive relative. There was no saving him, and the nezumi was simply too afraid to defend himself.
Chapter Seventy-seven:
Akito loomed over the cowering form, possessing a smile that would put one of Ayame's to shame, and a frail hand reached out, sliding gently through Yuki's silken locks. "There, there Yuki, don't worry." He purred, strokes in time with the vibrations of his voice, as he took a step closer, pinning the nezumi between himself and the counter.
" I only have one regret here," his voice deepened to a low growl, " that I ever let you get far enough that this would result. " That depth was soon dropped, and a roar escaped that birdlike chest, " you of all people should have known better! The cat is never to be included! The cat is not like us!"
That ever so despicable mocking tone took over once more," and yet you made him feel like he belonged. How nice of you, unless it was torture." His smile stretched at the thought, "tell me it was just torture, and that you never meant to pursue it further, and I might forgive you..."
*** Kyou paused in the doorframe, the scratches on his cheek spewing fresh blood, as he stared in awe. He wanted to know the answer, he needed to hear those words. And although every instinct within him told him to chuck Akito out of the room, for he knew that he was fully capable, he held back.
It was obvious that this was hurting his cousin, the rejection Kyou was obviously throwing at Yuki, but what did Yuki think was going to happen, raping Kyou; did he think that stealing the neko's body for the night would make Kyou suddenly wild for the rat's touch? If he did, he was terribly wrong, because Kyou never before recalled rape bringing anyone closer, only spreading them further apart. However, the sound of Yuki's voice, the way he could hear the other's heart breaking with those few words, almost caused his own heart to shatter.
Why? He should be happy for the other's misery, considering what the mouse had caused him already in his selfishness. So why was he going to cave, why was he going to let Yuki stay? Maybe he was some weird kind of masochist, and got a kick out of being caused pain? Either way, he couldn't stop the words that came out, he never was any good at thinking about he was going to say before he said it anyway.
"No." It was barely above a whisper, " you can stay if you want to." He turned his face to the pillow as his spiteful mind reminded him, `after all, nothing stopped you last night.`
Chapter Sixty-eight:
He was delighted that Kyou would allow him to stay, but it seemed almost unreal. Did the neko really want him here, or was it simply guilt? Yuki had no way of knowing short of being a mind reader. But was it really that important? Of course not. He would use all the time he had with the enticing feline to win the boy's heart. After all the blows he'd taken at the hand of his fiery cousin, one would think the depressing nezumi would have given up. Never could he forfeit, though, to Kyou's first reaction. All things take time, ne? Especially turning someone gay. It was a challenge, but not impossible.
Yuki slumped into the chair, assuming Kyou was not going to talk to him. It was evident the neko had become more calm, however that was still short of being kind or understanding. A pale hand ran through oily gray hair. He needed a shower more than anything. Tohru and Shigure would likely come to the hospital in a few hours, and neither would want to see him looking this terrible. Being the room's only occupant, Kyou had a bathroom to himself, as well as shower. Yuki used the awkward moment as an excuse to enjoy the luxury.
"Kyou, I'm just going to wash up...unless you care to join me?" He winked at the neko upon the unwelcome joke. It helped to lighten the mood.
Chapter Sixty-nine:
He scoffed at the invitation, Yuki should have known full well, that he would never comply to something so stupid in the first place, but he was finding out more and more about his calm tempered cousin, and the more he found out, the more he wanted to forget. But the other was soon out of his vision, and the neko was satisfied to at least have some time to himself, where he could reflect on what had happened, and what he was going to do. He could always just forget about what happened, and go on living his life as though nothing had happened at all; as if he were that lucky to forget though.
The sound of the heavy, and no doubt hard water resonated through his miniature hospital room, and he could here his cousin stepping beneath the water, being allowed the chance to relax; another opportunity stolen by the cold-hearted mouse. Thrusting the pillow over his head, he attempted to tune out the entire world, to recede into nothingness; face down, backside up, in the stale room. At least with Yuki in the shower, he didn't have to put up with those eyes, those disgustingly beautiful eyes!
Grumbling into the sheets, soon transformed to a yelp as a hand quickly slapped at his already aching rear. He almost flew off the bed, hair standing on end, as his eyes were caught by the coal black of Shigure's, the elder leaning over Kyou in a way that made him feel not quite comfortable. "What the fuck do you think your doing here?!" Kyou hollered, attempting to glare as darkly as he could through his wincing.
Chapter Seventy:
Something about his reaction made things a little more clear. Shigure's grin only widened, disturbingly happy for the pair. He no doubt assumed the neko was willing and eager through the whole experience.
"You naughty kitty....the last person I thought you'd lose it to is Yuki. But, sincerely, I am happy for you two; just don't be noisy when you do it at home. I imagine poor Tohru-chan wouldn't want to know this..."
~~~~~~~
His head lolled back, letting the hot, stale water run down his glimmering chest. He thought of Kyou lazing on the bed right through the wall; yet, this made the nezumi feel cold. The boy's harsh glare was imprinted in his mind. It wasn't the first time his cousin had given him such a look, but now it meant more. There didn't seem to be any straight paths into the neko's heart; he felt like he was stranded in a dense, endless jungle.
As the minutes ticked by, the shower water began to lose its heat. Reaching sluggishly in front of him, Yuki turned the knob and the pounding spray ceased. He stepped from the shower, supporting himself on the wall, almost tired in the sloth-like manor. It was only when he entered the main room, a towel carelessly wrapped over his hips, that the teen became alert. One look forward and there was the inu, leaning over his koi in the way a dog drools over a treat.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, the usual irritated glare crawling across his face, "and where's Honda-san?"
Chapter Seventy-one:
Kyou couldn't believe it, he just couldn't believe it! First of all, how did Shigure know what Yuki had done to him? Secondly, why was Shigure suddenly infatuated with his raped body? It was all a little overwhelming, but he knew that if he did not defend himself to the fullest this time, this stuff would never stop... HE was near begging the half naked Yuki for help, but he knew even casting the slightest glance at the mouse might be a step backwards. However, he couldn't stop the pleading look he sent to his cousin as Shigure continued to advance. And before he even knew it, his hands were pinned above him yet again, and to put his feelings in a few words, he was scared shitless.
And surprisingly enough, Shigure was strong, Kyou could do nothing but squirm and shout; and Shigure was quick to take away both options, dropping his body on top of Kyou's and planting his lips atop the others at the same moment.
Chapter Seventy-two:
The nezumi's eyes went wide; what did Shigure think he was doing?! And suddenly, without thinking, he dove at the older man, his full body weight slamming into the inu. For someone of such strength, Shigure was considerably easy to attack off-guard. Breaking the lustful kiss with Kyou, he was thrown over the bed and into a heap on the floor.
At first, Shigure only smiled, which scared Yuki more than if he was yelling or pouting; so the blow hadn't injured him. The otoko sauntered closer to Yuki, seeming to realize he was not wanted near the neko. Standing beside, and due to height above, the paralyzed teen, his eyes burned into the young boy's. Leaned over, whispered something Kyou was unable to hear, and left quietly and without complaint. Yuki stood there, shaking, until his body gave up and he collapsed to the floor, tears flooding his pale skin. Shigure's words echoed through his mind.
'So he doesn't want me, Yuki-kun...well he'll never want YOU either...'
Chapter Seventy-three:
Kyou wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel happy that Yuki was crying, after all, it was well deserved; or if he should be consoling his cousin. Shigure's words couldn't possibly have been that bad, could they have? And seeing what the inu had been trying to do to him, Kyou should have been the one in tears. But not in front of Yuki, never would he allow his pride to be thrashed at in such a way, and he honestly expected more out of his generally worthy opponent.
Yuki had saved him though, so he at least deserved some kind of thanks, although Kyou never had been very good at that sort of thing... Lifting himself off the bed, he glided over to the mouse, with the agility only a cat could possess; and placing a light hand, on Yuki's trembling, nude shoulder, he swallowed.
"You may want to get dressed." `Lame way to start Kyou`, his mind mocked. " Tohru could come in at any second, and we don't want to embarrass you." His mind ordered him to consol in a better way, but the words just wouldn't come. He always hated seeing people cry anyways...
Taking a firm grip of the others slender arm, he tugged Yuki to his feet with as little force as he could possibly muster, as to not make the rat feel as though he were being manhandled ( funny choice of words, Kyou mused). "Let's get you dressed." He half announced, half proposed, eyes avoiding his companion as best he could; Yuki's pride didn't need another beating at the moment.
Chapter Seventy-four:
He let his over-stressed body fall into the other's mild grip; it was relieving to be guided like a child. But he knew Kyou actions weren't out of any type of affection. It was more sympathy at the pathetic display Yuki allowed himself. Words weren't supposed to be able to hurt you, but Shigure's stung like a knife. The nezumi let himself be pushed into the bathroom, out of Kyou's sight, and the door shut inches from his damp face. His hand rested on the door, the thin barrier separating him from the neko. 'What am I supposed to do now?' He silently questioned, pulling on the wrinkled, worn clothes and sitting on the floor. Legs pulled up to his chest, Yuki waited. Tohru would arrive and create enough of a distraction for him to leave unnoticed.
Chapter Seventy-five:
The last thing Kyou had expected to see at the moment was the surprisingly looming frame of his ever so fragile relative, leaning against the doorframe. `Wow` his cynical mind mused once more, `aren't you the popular one?` (Jim Carrey). He couldn't help but chuckle absently, although the look in Akito's eyes made him catch and keep his guard.
He had never liked the bastard, and was only too thankful that the elder refused his admission to the new years party, because then, he was at least spared that presence for that short while. But what purpose could the elder possibly have with Kyou, at this time, in the hospital of all places? The hairs on his arms and at the nape of his neck stood erect as he fought the hiss that rose in his throat.
"Calm down kitten," Akito purred in an entirely too suggestive way, taking a step into the room, although the neko only stiffened at the suggestion. "Hatori told me where you two were, if you were wondering." `Yet another wrong!` Kyou's mind shouted, and his fists clenched into tight balls at his sides, knuckles blanching and vibrating from the tenseness. He wanted to throw those very fists into the others face, knowing that he could most likely take the other down in one swing; but for some unknown reason, he held back. He really wanted to know what the hell the elder was doing there in the first place.
And his mouth repeated that exact phrase, "What the hell are you doing here?"
However, the smirk that curled the steadily approaching otoko's lips upwards creeped him out to no end. " Easy Kyoukichi," ` Kyou really hated the full use of his name!` "I just wanted to know where Yuki is?"
Kyou defensively took position before the door, knowing that he was the only one who could protect the mouse in this state; and although it sounded rather absurd, anything was better than handing Yuki over to that bastard. "Try and make me." The words rolled off his tongue with the same mocking fire that Akito had used only earlier, and Kyou was quite proud of himself for it.
Chapter Seventy-six: It's almost sick how long this is getting...if it weren't so good.
Even through a wooden door, Yuki could hear the older Souma's voice burning into his ears. He froze, more out of habit than anything else, unable to move for several seconds; then Kyou's voice snapped him back to reality. It was amazingly daring, how the rebellious neko defied the leader. Yuki's broken heart swelled at the gesture. But, to his contrary desires, the teen couldn't help peeking out the door, curious at Akito's reaction.
The taller, very Yuki-like man stood staring at Kyou, shock registering in the subtlety of his expression. Yet, it was no surprise that the cat, or all people would be one to disobey him. And unbeknownst to the other two occupants of the room, he was aware of Yuki peering through the crack in the door. It was just a matter of getting the currently emotional boy to reveal himself.
He sauntered over to Kyou, face darkening with every step. He had every intention of hurting Kyou if it would attract Yuki's attention. Whatever it took; and if he was wrong about the feelings Yuki had developed for the disgusting monster, it would still be enjoyable to inflict pain on Kyou. As Akito neared the motionless Souma, his grateful cousin leaned further and further out the door. And with the final step and swing at Kyou's unforgiving face, Yuki was completely out the door. Kyou flew from the attack, and dropped to the cold floor, so much like Akito.
Yuki knew he was too late, and only thought to hide himself in the bathroom again. Also too late. By the time he re-entered the room and closed the door, his furious cousin was already swinging it back open, right into his face. He immediately crumbled to the floor, cowering away from the abusive relative. There was no saving him, and the nezumi was simply too afraid to defend himself.
Chapter Seventy-seven:
Akito loomed over the cowering form, possessing a smile that would put one of Ayame's to shame, and a frail hand reached out, sliding gently through Yuki's silken locks. "There, there Yuki, don't worry." He purred, strokes in time with the vibrations of his voice, as he took a step closer, pinning the nezumi between himself and the counter.
" I only have one regret here," his voice deepened to a low growl, " that I ever let you get far enough that this would result. " That depth was soon dropped, and a roar escaped that birdlike chest, " you of all people should have known better! The cat is never to be included! The cat is not like us!"
That ever so despicable mocking tone took over once more," and yet you made him feel like he belonged. How nice of you, unless it was torture." His smile stretched at the thought, "tell me it was just torture, and that you never meant to pursue it further, and I might forgive you..."
*** Kyou paused in the doorframe, the scratches on his cheek spewing fresh blood, as he stared in awe. He wanted to know the answer, he needed to hear those words. And although every instinct within him told him to chuck Akito out of the room, for he knew that he was fully capable, he held back.