Imprisonment 5

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(Kyou's POV)

It was already a few hours ever since I saw Tohru again. I felt miserable, actually, for Tohru was feeling absolutely despondent and worried about that baka nezumi. Definitely, when that stupid mouse gets home, he's gonna get a lecture from me.

I mean, who goes out of the house before the crack of dawn without telling anyone? He was practically stupid not to say it to us. Besides, just because of him, Tohru's probably is crying rivers in her room just because of him.

Baka nezumi.

I hate him, actually. I hate him forever and will always hate him. I lost to him.

I lost Tohru to him.

I'm not THAT blind not to see what's going on. I already know that Tohru has special feelings for that mouse, and I obviously know that he has some for her too. Being a cat, I know when to give up, and when not to. I accept my defeat gracefully and step out of the way.

Nevertheless, what is he doing right now? Doesn't he know how worried Tohru becomes when he's not with her? She worries about him when he comes home late, when he doesn't eat, when he doesn't take a bath at a specific time, when he gets sick, when he's sleepy, when he's away…. Basically, Tohru worries about everything about him. And I hate to see her that way.

I already lost her to him, and he does this to her?

That makes me think otherwise, and maybe try to win her heart, for her to be mine.

But I KNOW, not think, that I don't deserve Tohru. And it makes me painfully aware that Yuki needs her more that I do.

I stopped in front of her door, to call her to dinner as I knocked my fist on the surface of the huge rectangular block of wood.

"Dinner." I called out, knowing that she would understand what I meant. Immediately, I heard some sniffling, footsteps, and some more sniffling before the door before me was opened.

"Ah, Kyou-kun," her sweet voice pronounced, hurriedly wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. I winced inwardly – her blue eyes were extremely bloodshot and tearstains can be definitely seen. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks and nose were slightly pink, signaling that she really had been crying.

"C'mon," I murmured to her, bringing my hand up to her face to wipe away a single tear. "Don't cry, alright? Everything's gonna be okay." I tried to comfort her with words, but that wasn't my area. I brought my hand where it belonged, apparently beside me.

"Kyou-kun," she started, trying not to make her voice quiver. "It's just that…I'm really worried about Yuki-kun…It's been five days and he" she sniffled a cry before continuing. "He didn't call yet…"

"I'm sure he has his reasons." I reassured her. Yeah, that guy better have his reasons. "C'mon, let's go eat."

That mouse would definitely get it from me.

I hate seeing her like this.

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Shigure looked at the girl with a pitiful stare. Tohru's eyes were still bloodshot, and she was unusually quiet during the meal.

"Tohru-kun," Shigure started, holding his chopsticks in his palm. "It's going to be alright. Only five days have passed, and I know Yuki's perfectly fine. Yuki can take care of himself." Shigure tried to deliver words of comfort to the distraught girl. Tohru tried on her best smile to shake off Shigure and Kyou's worried looks.

"Shigure-san, I'm already okay." Tohru tried to say on her best cheery voice, but all else failed. She looked down on her food before continuing. "I know Yuki-kun could take care of himself…"

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The snowflakes slowly entered the Japanese-style decorated room, placing themselves on the bamboo floor before melting away. His lavender eyes stayed put on the snowflakes, completely bored, even though almost every part of his body was aching.

Yuki closed his eyes and turned his head back to face the ceiling, wanting to feel refreshment for once. Akito had no right to bring him here without his own permission, didn't he? Yuki wasn't his to own and to torture every single night and day. Honestly, Yuki was somehow relieved that the whole day, no blue-haired, blue-eyed Sohma clan head entered his torture chamber. Or else he would've gone through a series of memories that he didn't want to go through again.

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He sighed, feeling guilt overcome his sudden consciousness. It was his fault that Yuki was all cooped up in that room, unable to do anything, not even call his loved ones at home. It was his fault that Yuki was feeling as miserable as miserable could be, with no brown-haired, blue-eyed girl to be by his side. Hatori sighed again, this time of exasperation, knowing that somehow, what he did was the right thing to do.

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"Hatori, come over here." Akito murmured, signaling the fellow Sohma to come upon his aid. Yuki was still unconscious.

"What do you need, Akito?"

"Don't let Yuki use the phone."

"WHAT?!" Hatori asked in pure rage. "What do you mean? He has to tell Shigure and everyone else on where he is."

Akito's eyes narrowed. "I don't want anyone else to know that my precious Yuki is here with me, Hatori. Disobey me and Shigure and the others would feel my wrath. Yuki should NOT use the phone. Anyone calling for him is to be spoken to by me."

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(Yuki's POV)

I winced as I felt another stab of unbearable pain invade my wrecked stature. I'm lying here, in this futon, without the ability to move anything besides my gaze.

My eyes followed another snowflake enter the solitary room. It suffered the same fate as the others did, trapped in this forsaken room until they melt away into nothingness. I felt alone…and I need Tohru-san by my side.

My eyes jerked to my other side as I heard heavy footsteps coming to the door. I closed my eyes shut, clenching my fist, hoping that the person who will enter this forsaken room was Hatori, or anybody else for that matter.

I wished hard for the person not to be Akito.

My fists clenched into a ball, possibly harder, as if my nails could bring blood. The door was slowly opened, and someone came in before shutting it tight, putting a lock on it. If only my legs could move, which felt like two sticks of lead, I would greatly stand up and run away form this horrid place.

The person started to move – and to my horror – to my direction. I could hear the shuffling of bare feet nearing my figure, the soft whiffs of cold wind that the steps gathered against my cheek. And at last, the movements stopped, but still I dreaded to open my lavender eyes. As I hoped, the figure stopped, but then the person started to move again.

To the south of my figure, that is.

All I knew next was that a cold, smooth hand was brushing off a few silken strands of my lavender-silver hair. The soft hand brushed the stray locks away, pushing them behind my ear, or playing with it in its fingers. I felt the edge of a sleeve of a gi graze my cheek, my eyes still closed.

I felt the hand move downwards, abandoning my cheek, only to move to my jaw and trace my lips. Inwardly, I wanted to push the person the hell away from me, because for some reason, I felt what the person was doing was sexual harassment.

The hand soon then left my face, but started its journey down my neck. I could feel the fingertips slowly – but unpleasantly – tickle my warm skin, trailing down my neck to my collarbone. It stopped, I hope, but to m y disappointment the hand started to move again, now feeling another hand pressed lightly upon my other shoulder.

Finally, I opened my eyes to see the horror that was looming over me.

"A-Akito…?"

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