Chapter Seventy-eight:
It was the worst possible situation; on one hand his health, if not life, was in danger. But if he lied all that he'd done for Kyou would be wasted, there would never again be such opportunity. Besides, he craved the same rebellion Kyou had demonstrated. This was still the scariest moment he had faced, knowing the outcome, yet not changing his response. Yuki quivered with fear and anticipation. His face tingled where he thought he'd be hit. He looked into Akito's horrible, burning eyes, almost able to convey his answer. Kyou needed to hear this too, though, and the nezumi would say it loud enough for that bastard Shigure to hear it.
"It was no mistake, Akito. I meant every passionate minute of it. I'd fuck Kyou again, any time any place. Do you understand me?" Yuki could recognize his own voice but the words, the action of speaking against his leader, was so foreign it didn't seem to be him. "And no matter what you think, I LOVE Kyou! You can't ever stop me!" he finally shouted, shaking uncontrollably as he could take his eyes off the older Souma. He was terrified of what would follow, and at the same time it was unimaginably exhilarating. Akito could beat him to a pulp and the adrenaline would still be racing. '...I'm going to die...soon.'
Chapter Seventy-nine:
Although he was still reluctant to believe that Yuki's declaration of love was genuine, he still felt that Akito had no right to attack his cousin, and he would voice that as soon as possible. However, that little bastard was quick, and his claw like hand slapped across Yuki's pale skin with a vengeance as he screamed.
"How dare you defy me?!!!! I OWN YOU!!!!"
He raised his hand in another attempted strike, but the neko was no longer recovering from shock; his mind was clear as crystal, and his reflexes even more clear. Right hand shot up, took a hold of the master's hand, twisted it painfully behind the owner's back, and threw Akito to the floor, all in one fluid motion. If Kyou hadn't been mistaken, that was the most fluid attack he had ever demonstrated, he would have to try it on Yuki some day.
Leaving the elder face down on the floor, Kyou mounted his back, and purring into Akito's ear, proceeded to threat. " What are you going to do now Akito?" He stretched the other's arm beyond imaginable motion, and tugged, "I could break this at any moment." He tugged once more. "And since I am `so different`, you shouldn't put it past me to do so."
He knew it was uncharacteristically Kyou speaking, but he had to wreak his vengeance on the one man who had brought him more pain than the mouse could ever deliver...
Chapter Eighty:
The nezumi lay in his spot, face pressed to the cool tiles to sooth the welts protruding from his reddened cheek. Kyou made him think of Hercules at this moment, standing strong and dominant over the 'bad guy'. But this only caused Yuki to be overcome with his feelings for the redhead, and wanted him...now.
"Kyou," he whispered, "can we just be alone for a minute?"
Against the aches of his body, and the rebuttals of his thoughts, Yuki stood and walked towards the pair. He placed a firm, steady hand on Kyou's arm, and removed him from the raging man below. Perhaps Akito thought the boy was saving him, and that's why he complied. However, Yuki grabbed the older relative's arm and gracelessly dragged him across the linoleum floor, back into the main room. He stared unforgiving at the otoko, turned on his heels and closed and locked the bathroom door behind him. There was the neko, in the same spot, seeming frozen with confusion.
"Thank you." He simply stated, sliding right in front of his companion, placing his lips over the other's in a kiss so gentle he did not even try to force his tongue in. Akito's pounding on the door made a jarring background, as Yuki slid his arms around the teen's waist, holding him close.
Chapter Eighty-one:
Allowing the expected action to proceed to its full extent, although the reason untenured to Kyou; he waited until they parted comfortably before taking charge, although his actions frighteningly rampant, could hardly be seen as such. After regaining some needed lost breath, he had to fight the urge to beat the rat into the same pulp he had not finished of Akito. `How many times did he have to repeat himself? There was no relationship between he and his cousin, and he was set to make it apparent.`
Pulling as far away as eh could manage, backing up against the rattling door of the washroom stall, his firey eyes sought Yuki's, and he had to force his voice steady. "Why are you doing this?" His deep voice quivered with anger, and he almost feared that his control was about to break. He was seriously longing to just run from the highly stressful atmosphere, afterall, it was what he always did when things became overwhelming. However, a quick and violent rattle of the door behind him soon deterred him of such thoughts.
Biting down on his fierce tongue once more, he composed his thoughts enough to say, "Leave me alone unless you can prove that this will be worth my while." However, he couldn't believe himself, having reduced to bargaining! It was almost as though part of him wanted this, but he knew he shouldn't, for pride's sake.
A soft, yet high-pitched call interrupted the answer though, as Tohru paraded into the hospital room calling. "Kyou-kun! Yuki-kun!!! The doctor said we could take you..." Her voice hesitated for a second, and her concerns prevailed. "Akito-san, daijoubu?"
With a hiss, he could hear the girl tossed aside, and the angry footsteps of the elder pounding out of the room. Shigure's voice had finally clued the pair into his attendance, as he chased after the frail man pleading.
Uttering a near silent, "later," Kyou turned the knob, and released himself from the tiny chamber, glancing back at the nezumi as he held the door open.
Chapter Eighty-two:
Dazed by the offer, he watched the fiery redhead leave the confines of the small bathroom. Tohru, she was sure to take away Kyou's attention; at least they were going home, though. Yuki let a small yawn escape as he proceeded into the hospital room. As everyone else left, he stood back a minute, staring at the room in which so much had happened. And just as he was exiting, a familiar arm dropped around him, leading the teen to a different vehicle. The slightly taller man guided him into the passenger seat, stroking his hair gently, as though some terrible anger was being held back.
"Yuki, don't be stupid," Akito softly spoke, turning to him from the driver's seat, "Just as a cat plays with a mouse before it kills, Kyou is simply toying with you. He doesn't love you like I do."
Rain began falling, lightly at first, on the road and over the car. Nature seemed to mirror Yuki's feelings exactly. And as it poured harder, Akito neared the main house. The nezumi felt such dread building in his stomach; it was enough to try remaining calm near Akito, but to be back here with him was always a sign of something terrible about to happen. They stopped near the building Akito resided in, and his older cousin came from the car to his door, forcing the reluctant boy into his former home.
"You're going to stay here for a few days, Yuki...with me, so that I may remind you where your duties lie." Yuki wanted to protest; he had already missed enough school, longed to lay on his own bed, wanted to see Tohru no matter how he worried she would steal Kyou from him. But he said nothing. The last time he'd spoken against the leader had gotten him here, it was now time to shut up for a while. He simply nodded and followed, trembling deep within.
Chapter Eighty-Three:
On the way home, Kyou felt like his old self, and tried to display that to the best of his abilities, occasionally yelling at Shigure for being an idiot and a pervert. He wanted to direct as much of his attention as possible away from Yuki, knowing that one shout directed at the other, would destroy the now fragile rat. He was also careful to display nothing of the pain Yuki had caused him, and although walking still felt awkward, he was proud to believe that he had done a fairly good job of that.
He wasn't aware of when his hand slipped into Tohru's, but it felt warm, and comfortable, and he had to force down a smirk, for Yuki's sake. It wasn't as though he cared for the other; of all things, he should be happy to show the rat of his disinterest. It was at that moment, that Kyou realized the light haired teen had not said a word on the entire walk home.
Turning, as if to yell at Yuki for being too obviously not himself, his wide red eyes beheld nothing more than the empty road behind him. Yuki wasn't there.
It was that moment, that it began to downpour, and lucky for the rain, because it drowned out the low-pitched growl, "Akito." Gripping tightly onto Tohru's hand, he proceeded to run towards the one place he was certain to find the mouse. `how much of an idiot can he be?!!! He let himself get caught! Even though he's strong enough to do otherwise.`
But Kyou wouldn't let those thoughts slow him down, and although Tohru nearly dragged behind him; clenching onto that soft hand was the one thing that made him feel as though this act was for nothing other, than to prove that no one deserved to be left alone with Akito. And he didn't feel anything else. Right...
Chapter Eighty-Four:
The room was so familiar, yet unbearable in that precisely; bad things always happened to Yuki in this room. He felt Akito's breath on his damp neck, making the tiny hairs prickle, and the cold, dominant hands encircle him. There was nothing he could do; every inch of the nezumi wanted to resist, but he could do not a thing to make his body move in response. The older man freely roamed his submissive form, caressing and occasionally groping his most sensitive areas. Soon, Yuki was forced to his knees, lowered in front of the other like a pet.
Akito's strokes became more fierce, as anger was more apparent in his usually expressionless face. There was likely no reason behind this, other than Akito wanting to exert his authority; the thought enraged Yuki, but still he allowed it to continue. History was almost forced to repeat itself as he was always powerless to stop everything the leader did to him. If he could just picture Kyou in place of the frightening man, Yuki thought he might be able to enjoy this torture.
Minutes seemed as hours, every touch almost burned with the lack of desire Yuki felt. Akito clawed over every inch of flesh he had bared, leaving the teen sore and vulnerable. He nearly forced himself unconscious, during which he could dream of the neko heroically rescuing him. What a hope that was! Kyou was probably at home, basking in the comforts Tohru would no doubt lavish upon him. Yuki nearly growled at the thought; even his dreams were betraying him. He forced his body limp, banishing all resistance at the misconception that at least one person still wanted him, or even just his body...
It was the worst possible situation; on one hand his health, if not life, was in danger. But if he lied all that he'd done for Kyou would be wasted, there would never again be such opportunity. Besides, he craved the same rebellion Kyou had demonstrated. This was still the scariest moment he had faced, knowing the outcome, yet not changing his response. Yuki quivered with fear and anticipation. His face tingled where he thought he'd be hit. He looked into Akito's horrible, burning eyes, almost able to convey his answer. Kyou needed to hear this too, though, and the nezumi would say it loud enough for that bastard Shigure to hear it.
"It was no mistake, Akito. I meant every passionate minute of it. I'd fuck Kyou again, any time any place. Do you understand me?" Yuki could recognize his own voice but the words, the action of speaking against his leader, was so foreign it didn't seem to be him. "And no matter what you think, I LOVE Kyou! You can't ever stop me!" he finally shouted, shaking uncontrollably as he could take his eyes off the older Souma. He was terrified of what would follow, and at the same time it was unimaginably exhilarating. Akito could beat him to a pulp and the adrenaline would still be racing. '...I'm going to die...soon.'
Chapter Seventy-nine:
Although he was still reluctant to believe that Yuki's declaration of love was genuine, he still felt that Akito had no right to attack his cousin, and he would voice that as soon as possible. However, that little bastard was quick, and his claw like hand slapped across Yuki's pale skin with a vengeance as he screamed.
"How dare you defy me?!!!! I OWN YOU!!!!"
He raised his hand in another attempted strike, but the neko was no longer recovering from shock; his mind was clear as crystal, and his reflexes even more clear. Right hand shot up, took a hold of the master's hand, twisted it painfully behind the owner's back, and threw Akito to the floor, all in one fluid motion. If Kyou hadn't been mistaken, that was the most fluid attack he had ever demonstrated, he would have to try it on Yuki some day.
Leaving the elder face down on the floor, Kyou mounted his back, and purring into Akito's ear, proceeded to threat. " What are you going to do now Akito?" He stretched the other's arm beyond imaginable motion, and tugged, "I could break this at any moment." He tugged once more. "And since I am `so different`, you shouldn't put it past me to do so."
He knew it was uncharacteristically Kyou speaking, but he had to wreak his vengeance on the one man who had brought him more pain than the mouse could ever deliver...
Chapter Eighty:
The nezumi lay in his spot, face pressed to the cool tiles to sooth the welts protruding from his reddened cheek. Kyou made him think of Hercules at this moment, standing strong and dominant over the 'bad guy'. But this only caused Yuki to be overcome with his feelings for the redhead, and wanted him...now.
"Kyou," he whispered, "can we just be alone for a minute?"
Against the aches of his body, and the rebuttals of his thoughts, Yuki stood and walked towards the pair. He placed a firm, steady hand on Kyou's arm, and removed him from the raging man below. Perhaps Akito thought the boy was saving him, and that's why he complied. However, Yuki grabbed the older relative's arm and gracelessly dragged him across the linoleum floor, back into the main room. He stared unforgiving at the otoko, turned on his heels and closed and locked the bathroom door behind him. There was the neko, in the same spot, seeming frozen with confusion.
"Thank you." He simply stated, sliding right in front of his companion, placing his lips over the other's in a kiss so gentle he did not even try to force his tongue in. Akito's pounding on the door made a jarring background, as Yuki slid his arms around the teen's waist, holding him close.
Chapter Eighty-one:
Allowing the expected action to proceed to its full extent, although the reason untenured to Kyou; he waited until they parted comfortably before taking charge, although his actions frighteningly rampant, could hardly be seen as such. After regaining some needed lost breath, he had to fight the urge to beat the rat into the same pulp he had not finished of Akito. `How many times did he have to repeat himself? There was no relationship between he and his cousin, and he was set to make it apparent.`
Pulling as far away as eh could manage, backing up against the rattling door of the washroom stall, his firey eyes sought Yuki's, and he had to force his voice steady. "Why are you doing this?" His deep voice quivered with anger, and he almost feared that his control was about to break. He was seriously longing to just run from the highly stressful atmosphere, afterall, it was what he always did when things became overwhelming. However, a quick and violent rattle of the door behind him soon deterred him of such thoughts.
Biting down on his fierce tongue once more, he composed his thoughts enough to say, "Leave me alone unless you can prove that this will be worth my while." However, he couldn't believe himself, having reduced to bargaining! It was almost as though part of him wanted this, but he knew he shouldn't, for pride's sake.
A soft, yet high-pitched call interrupted the answer though, as Tohru paraded into the hospital room calling. "Kyou-kun! Yuki-kun!!! The doctor said we could take you..." Her voice hesitated for a second, and her concerns prevailed. "Akito-san, daijoubu?"
With a hiss, he could hear the girl tossed aside, and the angry footsteps of the elder pounding out of the room. Shigure's voice had finally clued the pair into his attendance, as he chased after the frail man pleading.
Uttering a near silent, "later," Kyou turned the knob, and released himself from the tiny chamber, glancing back at the nezumi as he held the door open.
Chapter Eighty-two:
Dazed by the offer, he watched the fiery redhead leave the confines of the small bathroom. Tohru, she was sure to take away Kyou's attention; at least they were going home, though. Yuki let a small yawn escape as he proceeded into the hospital room. As everyone else left, he stood back a minute, staring at the room in which so much had happened. And just as he was exiting, a familiar arm dropped around him, leading the teen to a different vehicle. The slightly taller man guided him into the passenger seat, stroking his hair gently, as though some terrible anger was being held back.
"Yuki, don't be stupid," Akito softly spoke, turning to him from the driver's seat, "Just as a cat plays with a mouse before it kills, Kyou is simply toying with you. He doesn't love you like I do."
Rain began falling, lightly at first, on the road and over the car. Nature seemed to mirror Yuki's feelings exactly. And as it poured harder, Akito neared the main house. The nezumi felt such dread building in his stomach; it was enough to try remaining calm near Akito, but to be back here with him was always a sign of something terrible about to happen. They stopped near the building Akito resided in, and his older cousin came from the car to his door, forcing the reluctant boy into his former home.
"You're going to stay here for a few days, Yuki...with me, so that I may remind you where your duties lie." Yuki wanted to protest; he had already missed enough school, longed to lay on his own bed, wanted to see Tohru no matter how he worried she would steal Kyou from him. But he said nothing. The last time he'd spoken against the leader had gotten him here, it was now time to shut up for a while. He simply nodded and followed, trembling deep within.
Chapter Eighty-Three:
On the way home, Kyou felt like his old self, and tried to display that to the best of his abilities, occasionally yelling at Shigure for being an idiot and a pervert. He wanted to direct as much of his attention as possible away from Yuki, knowing that one shout directed at the other, would destroy the now fragile rat. He was also careful to display nothing of the pain Yuki had caused him, and although walking still felt awkward, he was proud to believe that he had done a fairly good job of that.
He wasn't aware of when his hand slipped into Tohru's, but it felt warm, and comfortable, and he had to force down a smirk, for Yuki's sake. It wasn't as though he cared for the other; of all things, he should be happy to show the rat of his disinterest. It was at that moment, that Kyou realized the light haired teen had not said a word on the entire walk home.
Turning, as if to yell at Yuki for being too obviously not himself, his wide red eyes beheld nothing more than the empty road behind him. Yuki wasn't there.
It was that moment, that it began to downpour, and lucky for the rain, because it drowned out the low-pitched growl, "Akito." Gripping tightly onto Tohru's hand, he proceeded to run towards the one place he was certain to find the mouse. `how much of an idiot can he be?!!! He let himself get caught! Even though he's strong enough to do otherwise.`
But Kyou wouldn't let those thoughts slow him down, and although Tohru nearly dragged behind him; clenching onto that soft hand was the one thing that made him feel as though this act was for nothing other, than to prove that no one deserved to be left alone with Akito. And he didn't feel anything else. Right...
Chapter Eighty-Four:
The room was so familiar, yet unbearable in that precisely; bad things always happened to Yuki in this room. He felt Akito's breath on his damp neck, making the tiny hairs prickle, and the cold, dominant hands encircle him. There was nothing he could do; every inch of the nezumi wanted to resist, but he could do not a thing to make his body move in response. The older man freely roamed his submissive form, caressing and occasionally groping his most sensitive areas. Soon, Yuki was forced to his knees, lowered in front of the other like a pet.
Akito's strokes became more fierce, as anger was more apparent in his usually expressionless face. There was likely no reason behind this, other than Akito wanting to exert his authority; the thought enraged Yuki, but still he allowed it to continue. History was almost forced to repeat itself as he was always powerless to stop everything the leader did to him. If he could just picture Kyou in place of the frightening man, Yuki thought he might be able to enjoy this torture.
Minutes seemed as hours, every touch almost burned with the lack of desire Yuki felt. Akito clawed over every inch of flesh he had bared, leaving the teen sore and vulnerable. He nearly forced himself unconscious, during which he could dream of the neko heroically rescuing him. What a hope that was! Kyou was probably at home, basking in the comforts Tohru would no doubt lavish upon him. Yuki nearly growled at the thought; even his dreams were betraying him. He forced his body limp, banishing all resistance at the misconception that at least one person still wanted him, or even just his body...