Disclaimers: I own no part of Fruits Basket OR the Matrix.
Author's Note: OMIGOSH! So many reviews! 0_0 wow. Thanks to DojoMistressBra, Mistress of Darkness and their constant support. Also thanks to Maeven, who is one of my most favourite authors! ^_^
Please read my so called friends' fanfics. Capheine's Blue Moon and One More Time, and BaKaBaBi's Missing Love. They are all great fics, written by great people.
Overview: Hardcore training day 1. *^^* R&R!
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When Kyou saw light again, he found himself on a tall building. Nothing could be heard, because the raging wind was roaring way too loudly. His cargo pants had inflated to the size of parachutes, and his tight black t- shirt was glued to him, outlining his well-built body and tight muscles. Kyou's fiery orange hair waltzed with the wind as his eyes moved back and forth from where he was standing to the building across from him.
What was going on?
"Over here, Kyou!" Yuki shouted.
Kyou abruptly turned around to witness a smile on Yuki's face. "Here's the first course of your training today."
"I don't understand," Kyou yelled back.
"To train you to believe, to trust, is my sole purpose," Yuki commented, "You can do anything you want, if you believed, Kyou."
Suddenly, Yuki jumped. High, high into the air, his grey hair flickering in the wind before his dazzling purple eyes. A white Chinese style shirt decorated his pale white skin as purple pants that matched his eyes accompanied it. Yuki quickly did a backflip and landed on the other side of the building. "You try."
"What!?" Kyou yelled in astonishment. "I can't do that!"
Yuki frowned. "You have to believe."
Believe? This is all bullshit, thought Kyou. I couldn't do that jump in six million years! Oh well, just to make that goddam mouse happy. . .
Kyou ran. He ran as fast as he could. He couldn't do a back flip miles above ground, but he sure could do a front one, maybe a meter above the roof.
Kyou took off. He felt the breeze meddling with his well combed hair. He drew himself in a tight ball. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough. As Kyou was about to clutch his knees, he lost balance and landed, on his back, facing the blue sky. "Shit." He muttered, as he felt pain crawling into his body. Yuki's haunting eyes accompanied his view.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he teased. "What little faith you have in yourself. How could you think of winning a girl over, if you can't even trust yourself?"
Yuki continued to do many more feats. He jumped with the slightest flick of his ankle, soaring through the air. He challenged Kyou by aiming a kick, true and hard at Kyou's cheek. Kyou felt blood gush into his mouth, but took up the challenge willingly. However, he couldn't match with Yuki's overwhelming agility. He missed, faltered, and almost fell off the building. Yuki's blows came dangerously, sometimes missing Kyou by not much more than an inch. If Kyou was the One, Yuki was Superman.
Kyou finally collapsed in exhaustion. Yuki landed beside him, his hair billowing in the wind. With a flick of his finger, He caught Kyou's hair in his palm. "Come on, Kyou. . . believe. . . You have to. . ."
"Dammit, mouse," Kyou cursed, the pain getting to him, provoking his anger, "You're too damn much!"
"Oh, but you can do so much more. . ." Yuki said dangerously, as his fingers crept up to Kyou's throat. "See this wound? It's already healed. It didn't even take a week. You are truly the one. But. . . You don't act like one."
"Kuso nezumi. . ." coughed Kyou, as Yuki slowly began to strangle his partner.
"Snap out of it, Kyou!" Yuki screeched, "You have to believe! Trust! Whatever you think you can do, you CAN. My, my," an evil smile crept upto Yuki's lips. "Is Tohru going to be disappointed."
Tohru?
"I thought you would be hurt. . . and I didn't want that."
"I love you, Kyou-kun . . . and now I'm not afraid to say it."
"Please come back home safely."
"I love you. . ."
"I love you. . ."
"Kyou-kun. . ."
Suddenly, Kyou felt anger surge within him. Pretend he's the agent, he thought, pretend he's the agent. I have to fight for Tohru. I have to go back for her. For Yuki. For Kagura. For everyone else.
For the entire human race.
His goal seemed way out of control, but something about it made Kyou retaliate. Sliding his leg underneath Yuki's he pulled Yuki's grasp away from his throat. As the grey-head doubled over, Kyou snatched up his collar. Anger, hatred, and determination boiled. "Die."
A kick went straight to his stomach. The mouse flew over. Kyou jumped into the air, the winds seemingly lifting him up into the clouds. Kyou did a martial arts spin, as another kick flew across, right at Yuki's bent back. POW. As soon as Kyou landed, Yuki threw a punch at his chest.
He missed.
Kyou had taken flight again, this time in full view. However, he was jumping with immense speed from one end of the building to another. This confused Yuki greatly. Soon, Kyou was at his side, landing another punch square in Yuki's jaw. Kablam.
Yuki regained his composure. He held Kyou in a vice grip by his arm, as he threw the boy down onto the roof. Kyou flipped over and locked Yuki's head between his legs, but Yuki pulled out of it, kicking at Kyou once again. After missing a couple of times, frustration built up inside the mouse. The cat attacked. Punch after punch, kick after kick, dodge after dodge. . . Kyou lashed out with power that he never knew he had. Yuki avoided the gracefully made attacks, filled with colossal strength. Finally, he knew that the time had come.
The final test.
Yuki slid, like a snake, underneath Kyou. He came nose to nose with his partner. He took a kick, straight, true, and aimed well. Kyou was taken aback by the great force it had hidden. Kyou felt his chest crumble underneath the power that Yuki possessed. Kyou flew.
He fell off the building.
Kyou knew he was falling, limply, without much power left.
Great. Now, I'm going to die.
Kuso nezumi.
Just. . . let me see her once again. Give me the chance to hold her. Give me the chance to save her.
Give me the chance to fulfill my promise.
Tohru. . .
"NOOOOO!!!!" Kyou yelled in desperation, as he moved all of his body's limbs together, using great effort. He moved to the side of the building. He stretched out his hands. . . he could make it . . .
SPLAT.
Kyou felt pressure on his fingers. It also felt as if his toes were about to rip apart, as he was barefoot at the time. He didn't know what had happened. . . but he wasn't falling anymore.
He was on the wall.
Spiderman??
Kyou slowly moved his fingers up. It stuck. He moved his feet too. They stuck. Entertained by this new power, Kyou slowly, but surely, progressed upwards. Back to the rooftop, where he would finish his fight with Yuki. He saw the sky now. He heard the raging wind.
When he climbed back up on to the roof, drenched in sweat and exhaustion, he met a dumbfounded Yuki. Kyou drew large quantities of air. It felt like a hot bath after a cold winter day. How refreshing. . .
He quickly stood up, and resumed a kung-fu fighting stance. "Let's go, nezumi!"
But Yuki just stood there.
"Oi!" Kyou shrieked, "Let's go! Yo!"
Soon, Yuki smiled. Kyou was muddled. Yuki continued to smile.
"Kyou, I'm very impressed." He said.
"Huh?"
"You swallowed the power to believe. . . so quickly and efficiently." Yuki said. The roaring wind was now dying away. . . finally, they can speak in normal volume. "I wonder. . . what propelled you to excel so suddenly?"
"Um." Kyou said, not quite catching on.
"Nevertheless." Yuki resumed. "You have great abilities, Kyou. That spiderman wall-climb. . . how original."
Yuki chuckled. Did he just laugh? I almost died! Thought Kyou.
"I congratulate you, on your accomplishments." Yuki concluded. "Let's go get a bite to eat."
It was Kyou's turn to be surprised when Yuki "floated" down the building. I don't see why he's so impressed with what I did, if he could do something like that. Kyou tried to believe that he could fly. He tried to believe. But he couldn't.
Sighing, Kyou just climbed down the wall, spider style, which took a lot longer, but turned out to be safer for him. Yuki sighed. "However. . . we still need to work on a couple of things."
Kyou trodded, tired, behind Yuki. That was weird training, he thought. If I'm going to spend three days like that, I don't know if I'll last. But. . .
I have to do this.
For everyone.
For Tohru.
The sudden thought of Tohru restored the energy in Kyou. "Okay!" he shouted, as he zoomed past Yuki, anime style, "Let's go eat!"
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Tohru sat in her rocking chair, knitting something for her newfound love. He'll come back . . . she assured herself. I know he will. He promised me. Even though we only realized we loved each other for a short period, I know Kyou-kun would never go back on his word.
"I'll be here. I'll never leave you."
"I'll be back."
"I can't let go."
"Because. . . I love you too damn much."
Thoughts about Kyou made tears well up inside her eyes. Gosh, I hope he's alright.
But she trusted Yuki. She knew that Yuki would protect Kyou. She loved Yuki so much too . . . she hoped that Yuki would be doing okay.
"Smile for me, Honda-san. . ."
"I'd do anything for you."
Two very important people of hers were taken away from her. Because of this war. Because of this curse. Tohru clutched her knitting tools. She had been one of the lucky people that had escaped this dreadful curse. When she had been brought into this world. . . . the horrible realization of this world had been too much for her parents to bear. She remembered her father going into instant training, and her mother going ecstatic.
"Come on, Tohru, let's go!"
"It will be okay Tohru!"
"Don't complain Tohru! It's all going to be alright."
No. But it wasn't. Her father committed suicide. And her mother died protecting her. Her only daughter. Her only light. Her mother had told her that Tohru was the reason she lived. That's why Tohru was more important to her than her life.
"Leave the kid and just come with us."
"Never."
"We will kill you."
"Go away!"
"Come."
"Tohru! Run Tohru! Run. . ."
She remembered painful screams. She remembered blood. She remembered cold, monotone voices.
Then. . . she remembered her mother lifeless, dying . . .
"Okaa-san. . ."
"Tohru."
"Okaa-san. . ."
Then she remembered. A pair of violet eyes. "Honda. . . Tohru. . ."
"Eh?"
"Daijoubu."
"No."
"Honda-san. We're friends."
"No."
"Trust us, Honda-san. We're all here to protect you."
"No."
"Please. . ."
"But. . ."
"Please. . ."
"Who are you?"
"Call me Yuki."
Then. . .
Complete darkness.
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Kyou had trouble containing his stomach. He had emptied two bowls of Tempura Udon, and he also dug through a plate of fish. "Whoa, hold it there. . . you're going to explode," he heard Yuki joke.
"Shut up and eat your food, rat," Kyou had replied, throwing a pickled radish at Yuki's face. It landed square on his cheekbone, and Yuki had retaliated by pouring wasabi in Kyou's water. The two had started a mild food fight, until the waiter came and stopped them. The two sat, grinning like fools, enjoying their relaxation.
While Kyou was eating, he couldn't help but think about the past events that had happened to him, before he came to the real world. What had he done all his life? The childhood that he remembered, the parents he thought he had. . . they were all fake. He hated the fact that he had slept through his life. He still couldn't get rid of the fact that what he had. . . was actually nothing. He had trouble letting go of how casual the life in the Matrix had been.
But Yuki was different. He seemed so accustomed to it. As if it was like stepping outside on a warm sunny day.
Then he wondered about Yuki's past. What had happened to him? How did he get into the real world?
How. . .?
"Yuki." Kyou said, as they were sitting peacefully in their chairs. It surprised Kyou, how long they had sat in silence.
"Hmm?" Yuki replied, seemingly dozing off.
"How did you get here?" Kyou questioned.
"Ahh. Wondering about my past, are we?" Yuki chuckled. "Hmm. Actually. . . I don't remember much about my childhood."
He took a sip of his tea, then continued. "I can only tell you the parts I remember."
"Fine." Kyou said.
"Well," Yuki started. A long pause followed. He laughed. "Actually, there is only one part I remember of my past."
"And that is?"
"Meeting. . ." his voice drifted dreamily. "Meeting her."
Her?
"She. . ." Yuki cringed, trying to recall the hazy events of that night. "She was crying. Her mother died. . . agents. We had to get her back. . . She was a vital member of our team. But. . . we had found out too late.
"When we went into the Matrix to fetch her. . . Her parents had already been dead. She had lost all belief, optimism. . . She didn't trust us. Even though we told her about the reality beforehand. Before the agents murdered her parents. But . . . god, she was so beautiful, even though she was suffering. . ."
Yuki paused for longer than Kyou needed. He wanted to learn more about this mysterious girl. "And. . .?" he urged.
A smile twisted around Yuki's lips. "She saved me. She was my light. She said she wanted to be my friend. . . she cracked my shell and showed me the world. She led me hand in hand into warm sunlight. . . she showed me what spring was . . ."
Kyou also fell into a dream. What Tohru did for me.
"She was also my first love." Yuki finalized.
Love? Kyou smiled. So Yuki was in love. He could have guessed, the way that Yuki was acting so moody every day. Now, they had something in common. "So, who is she?"
Suddenly, Yuki's expression grew dark. "You don't want to know."
"Yes I do!" Kyou pleaded, "Who is this goddess of yours? Huh? Yuki?"
"Trust me, Kyou." Yuki said, eyes turning cold. "Have I ever lied to you?"
"Not that. . . Kuso. . . I told you who I loved," with this, Kyou blushed, "Now, since you dragged me into this subject, just tell me."
Curiousity killed the cat, thought Yuki. But. . .he's right. I know his secret, he should know mine. But. . . this might break the bond between us forever. . .
Yuki sighed. "Kyou. . . she. . . she's. . . she's - "
"Well, well, well. . . Look who I found."
Two heads swerved around to the entrance, to find a man - no, actually, THREE men dressed in a black suit, fashioning themselves with identical black shades. Two tall men with brown hair stood, shielding the last man from view. "A rat and a cat, together. How cute."
Who could he be? How does he know the Jyunishi secret?? Thought Kyou. We have to get out of here . . . something about this is wrong.
Uh oh, thought Yuki, I think I know who this might be . . . if it is. . . we have to find an exit. But where. . .
The two agents moved aside, revealing another man, dressed the same, but the top three buttons loosened to reveal milky white skin. He leaned against the doorway, a light spring breeze fluttering, the suit moving away, tight muscles in clear view. His tie hung loose from his neck, which led up to a grinning face, black eyes haunting yet mysterious, a smile playing around his serene lips. His white and black hair lay sprawled on his head, spiked and dangerous.
"Miss me?"
Haru.
Looks of terror and surprise occupied both teenager's faces. How did he find them already? Only three hours had passed . . . not even. They were supposed to have nine more hours of complete safety. . .
Unless. . .
"My poor, poor, ex-comrades," Haru taunted, "Today will be your last day here in the Matrix. Too bad you couldn't complete your training."
Kyou stood up. "Get back Haru . . . or something bad might happen to you."
"Oh, really?" Haru sneered. He stood up from the wall, pulling his left hand out of his pockets. "We'll see about that."
He slowly lifted his hand towards Kyou, his milky white, crooked finger pointing straight at the orange-head. "Get him."
Fists locked in combat as Kyou lunged into battle, facing two agents. Yuki joined shortly after. This was going to be a fight, that Kyou was not going to lose.
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END! *^^* Nothing to say. PLEASE R&R! *desperately begs* lol. I won't update in a while. . . I'm aiming for 32 reviews! So until then. . . Ja ne! ^_^
Author's Note: OMIGOSH! So many reviews! 0_0 wow. Thanks to DojoMistressBra, Mistress of Darkness and their constant support. Also thanks to Maeven, who is one of my most favourite authors! ^_^
Please read my so called friends' fanfics. Capheine's Blue Moon and One More Time, and BaKaBaBi's Missing Love. They are all great fics, written by great people.
Overview: Hardcore training day 1. *^^* R&R!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Kyou saw light again, he found himself on a tall building. Nothing could be heard, because the raging wind was roaring way too loudly. His cargo pants had inflated to the size of parachutes, and his tight black t- shirt was glued to him, outlining his well-built body and tight muscles. Kyou's fiery orange hair waltzed with the wind as his eyes moved back and forth from where he was standing to the building across from him.
What was going on?
"Over here, Kyou!" Yuki shouted.
Kyou abruptly turned around to witness a smile on Yuki's face. "Here's the first course of your training today."
"I don't understand," Kyou yelled back.
"To train you to believe, to trust, is my sole purpose," Yuki commented, "You can do anything you want, if you believed, Kyou."
Suddenly, Yuki jumped. High, high into the air, his grey hair flickering in the wind before his dazzling purple eyes. A white Chinese style shirt decorated his pale white skin as purple pants that matched his eyes accompanied it. Yuki quickly did a backflip and landed on the other side of the building. "You try."
"What!?" Kyou yelled in astonishment. "I can't do that!"
Yuki frowned. "You have to believe."
Believe? This is all bullshit, thought Kyou. I couldn't do that jump in six million years! Oh well, just to make that goddam mouse happy. . .
Kyou ran. He ran as fast as he could. He couldn't do a back flip miles above ground, but he sure could do a front one, maybe a meter above the roof.
Kyou took off. He felt the breeze meddling with his well combed hair. He drew himself in a tight ball. Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough. As Kyou was about to clutch his knees, he lost balance and landed, on his back, facing the blue sky. "Shit." He muttered, as he felt pain crawling into his body. Yuki's haunting eyes accompanied his view.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he teased. "What little faith you have in yourself. How could you think of winning a girl over, if you can't even trust yourself?"
Yuki continued to do many more feats. He jumped with the slightest flick of his ankle, soaring through the air. He challenged Kyou by aiming a kick, true and hard at Kyou's cheek. Kyou felt blood gush into his mouth, but took up the challenge willingly. However, he couldn't match with Yuki's overwhelming agility. He missed, faltered, and almost fell off the building. Yuki's blows came dangerously, sometimes missing Kyou by not much more than an inch. If Kyou was the One, Yuki was Superman.
Kyou finally collapsed in exhaustion. Yuki landed beside him, his hair billowing in the wind. With a flick of his finger, He caught Kyou's hair in his palm. "Come on, Kyou. . . believe. . . You have to. . ."
"Dammit, mouse," Kyou cursed, the pain getting to him, provoking his anger, "You're too damn much!"
"Oh, but you can do so much more. . ." Yuki said dangerously, as his fingers crept up to Kyou's throat. "See this wound? It's already healed. It didn't even take a week. You are truly the one. But. . . You don't act like one."
"Kuso nezumi. . ." coughed Kyou, as Yuki slowly began to strangle his partner.
"Snap out of it, Kyou!" Yuki screeched, "You have to believe! Trust! Whatever you think you can do, you CAN. My, my," an evil smile crept upto Yuki's lips. "Is Tohru going to be disappointed."
Tohru?
"I thought you would be hurt. . . and I didn't want that."
"I love you, Kyou-kun . . . and now I'm not afraid to say it."
"Please come back home safely."
"I love you. . ."
"I love you. . ."
"Kyou-kun. . ."
Suddenly, Kyou felt anger surge within him. Pretend he's the agent, he thought, pretend he's the agent. I have to fight for Tohru. I have to go back for her. For Yuki. For Kagura. For everyone else.
For the entire human race.
His goal seemed way out of control, but something about it made Kyou retaliate. Sliding his leg underneath Yuki's he pulled Yuki's grasp away from his throat. As the grey-head doubled over, Kyou snatched up his collar. Anger, hatred, and determination boiled. "Die."
A kick went straight to his stomach. The mouse flew over. Kyou jumped into the air, the winds seemingly lifting him up into the clouds. Kyou did a martial arts spin, as another kick flew across, right at Yuki's bent back. POW. As soon as Kyou landed, Yuki threw a punch at his chest.
He missed.
Kyou had taken flight again, this time in full view. However, he was jumping with immense speed from one end of the building to another. This confused Yuki greatly. Soon, Kyou was at his side, landing another punch square in Yuki's jaw. Kablam.
Yuki regained his composure. He held Kyou in a vice grip by his arm, as he threw the boy down onto the roof. Kyou flipped over and locked Yuki's head between his legs, but Yuki pulled out of it, kicking at Kyou once again. After missing a couple of times, frustration built up inside the mouse. The cat attacked. Punch after punch, kick after kick, dodge after dodge. . . Kyou lashed out with power that he never knew he had. Yuki avoided the gracefully made attacks, filled with colossal strength. Finally, he knew that the time had come.
The final test.
Yuki slid, like a snake, underneath Kyou. He came nose to nose with his partner. He took a kick, straight, true, and aimed well. Kyou was taken aback by the great force it had hidden. Kyou felt his chest crumble underneath the power that Yuki possessed. Kyou flew.
He fell off the building.
Kyou knew he was falling, limply, without much power left.
Great. Now, I'm going to die.
Kuso nezumi.
Just. . . let me see her once again. Give me the chance to hold her. Give me the chance to save her.
Give me the chance to fulfill my promise.
Tohru. . .
"NOOOOO!!!!" Kyou yelled in desperation, as he moved all of his body's limbs together, using great effort. He moved to the side of the building. He stretched out his hands. . . he could make it . . .
SPLAT.
Kyou felt pressure on his fingers. It also felt as if his toes were about to rip apart, as he was barefoot at the time. He didn't know what had happened. . . but he wasn't falling anymore.
He was on the wall.
Spiderman??
Kyou slowly moved his fingers up. It stuck. He moved his feet too. They stuck. Entertained by this new power, Kyou slowly, but surely, progressed upwards. Back to the rooftop, where he would finish his fight with Yuki. He saw the sky now. He heard the raging wind.
When he climbed back up on to the roof, drenched in sweat and exhaustion, he met a dumbfounded Yuki. Kyou drew large quantities of air. It felt like a hot bath after a cold winter day. How refreshing. . .
He quickly stood up, and resumed a kung-fu fighting stance. "Let's go, nezumi!"
But Yuki just stood there.
"Oi!" Kyou shrieked, "Let's go! Yo!"
Soon, Yuki smiled. Kyou was muddled. Yuki continued to smile.
"Kyou, I'm very impressed." He said.
"Huh?"
"You swallowed the power to believe. . . so quickly and efficiently." Yuki said. The roaring wind was now dying away. . . finally, they can speak in normal volume. "I wonder. . . what propelled you to excel so suddenly?"
"Um." Kyou said, not quite catching on.
"Nevertheless." Yuki resumed. "You have great abilities, Kyou. That spiderman wall-climb. . . how original."
Yuki chuckled. Did he just laugh? I almost died! Thought Kyou.
"I congratulate you, on your accomplishments." Yuki concluded. "Let's go get a bite to eat."
It was Kyou's turn to be surprised when Yuki "floated" down the building. I don't see why he's so impressed with what I did, if he could do something like that. Kyou tried to believe that he could fly. He tried to believe. But he couldn't.
Sighing, Kyou just climbed down the wall, spider style, which took a lot longer, but turned out to be safer for him. Yuki sighed. "However. . . we still need to work on a couple of things."
Kyou trodded, tired, behind Yuki. That was weird training, he thought. If I'm going to spend three days like that, I don't know if I'll last. But. . .
I have to do this.
For everyone.
For Tohru.
The sudden thought of Tohru restored the energy in Kyou. "Okay!" he shouted, as he zoomed past Yuki, anime style, "Let's go eat!"
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Tohru sat in her rocking chair, knitting something for her newfound love. He'll come back . . . she assured herself. I know he will. He promised me. Even though we only realized we loved each other for a short period, I know Kyou-kun would never go back on his word.
"I'll be here. I'll never leave you."
"I'll be back."
"I can't let go."
"Because. . . I love you too damn much."
Thoughts about Kyou made tears well up inside her eyes. Gosh, I hope he's alright.
But she trusted Yuki. She knew that Yuki would protect Kyou. She loved Yuki so much too . . . she hoped that Yuki would be doing okay.
"Smile for me, Honda-san. . ."
"I'd do anything for you."
Two very important people of hers were taken away from her. Because of this war. Because of this curse. Tohru clutched her knitting tools. She had been one of the lucky people that had escaped this dreadful curse. When she had been brought into this world. . . . the horrible realization of this world had been too much for her parents to bear. She remembered her father going into instant training, and her mother going ecstatic.
"Come on, Tohru, let's go!"
"It will be okay Tohru!"
"Don't complain Tohru! It's all going to be alright."
No. But it wasn't. Her father committed suicide. And her mother died protecting her. Her only daughter. Her only light. Her mother had told her that Tohru was the reason she lived. That's why Tohru was more important to her than her life.
"Leave the kid and just come with us."
"Never."
"We will kill you."
"Go away!"
"Come."
"Tohru! Run Tohru! Run. . ."
She remembered painful screams. She remembered blood. She remembered cold, monotone voices.
Then. . . she remembered her mother lifeless, dying . . .
"Okaa-san. . ."
"Tohru."
"Okaa-san. . ."
Then she remembered. A pair of violet eyes. "Honda. . . Tohru. . ."
"Eh?"
"Daijoubu."
"No."
"Honda-san. We're friends."
"No."
"Trust us, Honda-san. We're all here to protect you."
"No."
"Please. . ."
"But. . ."
"Please. . ."
"Who are you?"
"Call me Yuki."
Then. . .
Complete darkness.
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Kyou had trouble containing his stomach. He had emptied two bowls of Tempura Udon, and he also dug through a plate of fish. "Whoa, hold it there. . . you're going to explode," he heard Yuki joke.
"Shut up and eat your food, rat," Kyou had replied, throwing a pickled radish at Yuki's face. It landed square on his cheekbone, and Yuki had retaliated by pouring wasabi in Kyou's water. The two had started a mild food fight, until the waiter came and stopped them. The two sat, grinning like fools, enjoying their relaxation.
While Kyou was eating, he couldn't help but think about the past events that had happened to him, before he came to the real world. What had he done all his life? The childhood that he remembered, the parents he thought he had. . . they were all fake. He hated the fact that he had slept through his life. He still couldn't get rid of the fact that what he had. . . was actually nothing. He had trouble letting go of how casual the life in the Matrix had been.
But Yuki was different. He seemed so accustomed to it. As if it was like stepping outside on a warm sunny day.
Then he wondered about Yuki's past. What had happened to him? How did he get into the real world?
How. . .?
"Yuki." Kyou said, as they were sitting peacefully in their chairs. It surprised Kyou, how long they had sat in silence.
"Hmm?" Yuki replied, seemingly dozing off.
"How did you get here?" Kyou questioned.
"Ahh. Wondering about my past, are we?" Yuki chuckled. "Hmm. Actually. . . I don't remember much about my childhood."
He took a sip of his tea, then continued. "I can only tell you the parts I remember."
"Fine." Kyou said.
"Well," Yuki started. A long pause followed. He laughed. "Actually, there is only one part I remember of my past."
"And that is?"
"Meeting. . ." his voice drifted dreamily. "Meeting her."
Her?
"She. . ." Yuki cringed, trying to recall the hazy events of that night. "She was crying. Her mother died. . . agents. We had to get her back. . . She was a vital member of our team. But. . . we had found out too late.
"When we went into the Matrix to fetch her. . . Her parents had already been dead. She had lost all belief, optimism. . . She didn't trust us. Even though we told her about the reality beforehand. Before the agents murdered her parents. But . . . god, she was so beautiful, even though she was suffering. . ."
Yuki paused for longer than Kyou needed. He wanted to learn more about this mysterious girl. "And. . .?" he urged.
A smile twisted around Yuki's lips. "She saved me. She was my light. She said she wanted to be my friend. . . she cracked my shell and showed me the world. She led me hand in hand into warm sunlight. . . she showed me what spring was . . ."
Kyou also fell into a dream. What Tohru did for me.
"She was also my first love." Yuki finalized.
Love? Kyou smiled. So Yuki was in love. He could have guessed, the way that Yuki was acting so moody every day. Now, they had something in common. "So, who is she?"
Suddenly, Yuki's expression grew dark. "You don't want to know."
"Yes I do!" Kyou pleaded, "Who is this goddess of yours? Huh? Yuki?"
"Trust me, Kyou." Yuki said, eyes turning cold. "Have I ever lied to you?"
"Not that. . . Kuso. . . I told you who I loved," with this, Kyou blushed, "Now, since you dragged me into this subject, just tell me."
Curiousity killed the cat, thought Yuki. But. . .he's right. I know his secret, he should know mine. But. . . this might break the bond between us forever. . .
Yuki sighed. "Kyou. . . she. . . she's. . . she's - "
"Well, well, well. . . Look who I found."
Two heads swerved around to the entrance, to find a man - no, actually, THREE men dressed in a black suit, fashioning themselves with identical black shades. Two tall men with brown hair stood, shielding the last man from view. "A rat and a cat, together. How cute."
Who could he be? How does he know the Jyunishi secret?? Thought Kyou. We have to get out of here . . . something about this is wrong.
Uh oh, thought Yuki, I think I know who this might be . . . if it is. . . we have to find an exit. But where. . .
The two agents moved aside, revealing another man, dressed the same, but the top three buttons loosened to reveal milky white skin. He leaned against the doorway, a light spring breeze fluttering, the suit moving away, tight muscles in clear view. His tie hung loose from his neck, which led up to a grinning face, black eyes haunting yet mysterious, a smile playing around his serene lips. His white and black hair lay sprawled on his head, spiked and dangerous.
"Miss me?"
Haru.
Looks of terror and surprise occupied both teenager's faces. How did he find them already? Only three hours had passed . . . not even. They were supposed to have nine more hours of complete safety. . .
Unless. . .
"My poor, poor, ex-comrades," Haru taunted, "Today will be your last day here in the Matrix. Too bad you couldn't complete your training."
Kyou stood up. "Get back Haru . . . or something bad might happen to you."
"Oh, really?" Haru sneered. He stood up from the wall, pulling his left hand out of his pockets. "We'll see about that."
He slowly lifted his hand towards Kyou, his milky white, crooked finger pointing straight at the orange-head. "Get him."
Fists locked in combat as Kyou lunged into battle, facing two agents. Yuki joined shortly after. This was going to be a fight, that Kyou was not going to lose.
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END! *^^* Nothing to say. PLEASE R&R! *desperately begs* lol. I won't update in a while. . . I'm aiming for 32 reviews! So until then. . . Ja ne! ^_^
