Yuki x Kyou. I don't own Fruits Basket.
sappy and shounen ai. but, if you've been reading the fic, you know this already ^_^
thanks for reading this far~
also, thanks to everyone that reviewed!~ ^_^ yay! i was sooo happy reading them~!
Chapter 3
I still hate him, right?
Yuki was confused. Actually, confused, and feeling sorry for himself. He was completely lost in thought, lying on his bed, with the lights off, and his back to the door. Why did Kyou care if he got sick or not? Why did he give him his jacket? Most of all, why did Kyou put his arm around him? It had totally caught him by surprise. Sure, he had been cold. But, wasn't the jacket enough? It wasn't like he would have died from a walk home, even if it *had* been cold. But...Kyou hated him. Yuki knew that. He had just said so, no more than ten minutes ago- along with calling him 'k'so nezumi', weak, and an 'onna otoko'. It was the last one that hurt the most. Yuki felt like crying, but he wouldn't let himself. 'Kyou's right, maybe I *am* an onna otoko... he was only being nice to me, because I'm so weak... it's not like anyone cares... like he said, he hates me... but why does that make me want to cry more?' He didn't hate Kyou, like he had said before. He never had. But, he wouldn't show it; if Kyou hated him, then he would say that he hated Kyou. He wouldn't let Kyou get the best of them. Well, that wasn't *exactly* true. Kyou could get to Yuki, and he did; Yuki just wouldn't let it show. Now was one of those times. Remembering the reason for his excursion, Yuki laughed to himself sarcastically. 'My, won't everyone be surprised tomorrow, when they see Yuki Sohma hasn't done his assignments.'
On the roof again, Kyou was sorting out his thoughts. All he could think of was Yuki. 'Damn mouse, get out of my head.' Why the hell did he care? It was none of his concern if Yuki died from the cold. Giving the mouse his jacket had been a bad idea. And putting his arm around him... that was just too much. 'Although, it *did* feel nice...' He felt awful for saying such mean things about Yuki before. He knew, especially, that 'onna otoko' had hurt; he saw Yuki wince when he had said it. He hated himself for saying that. If only Shigure hadn't said that... that they *liked* each other... but, did he like Yuki? He definitely didn't hate him, not anymore. Not since Tohru had tried so hard to make the two get along. 'Do I like him?' staring into the sky, he tried to find the answer.
"Ano...Shigure-san..." Tohru started. "Yes?" Shigure turned from the novel he was writing with a grin on his face. "Are you here to ask if you can bring more high-school girls to visit?" "N-no! um, well, you see, um- Kyou-kun's on the roof for the second time tonight, and Sohma-kun's in his room with the lights out, and it's only 8 o'clock... and, well, do you know if something's wrong? Did I say something, or do something, or forget to do something..." Shigure cut her off. "Tohru-kun, it's nothing. And, even if there were a problem, how could it possibly be your fault? You do everything for us! Don't blame yourself like that, you'll only make yourself sick." She sighed. "Did they have another fight, then?" Shigure laughed at the irony of the situation. "No, don't worry, they didn't. If anything, I'd say they're getting along splendidly." Saying "All right..." in a slightly unsure tone, Tohru started for the door to go upstairs.
In her room, Tohru was working on homework when she heard Kyou come down from the roof. 'Good! Maybe he's feeling better,' she thought. She had been worried, despite Shigure's assurance that everything was all right. Kyou loved high places, that was true- but, he went to the roof more often when he was upset. And Yuki never went to bed before finishing his homework... or asking her if she needed help with her's, for that matter. It wasn't that she minded that he didn't help her. It was just that she was concerned... he had been acting strange. Oh, she was probably overreacting, she decided. Might as well just finish her homework and go to bed.
Kyou had come down from the roof with an answer. And definitely not one he wanted. He realized that he *did* like Yuki. Maybe more than he wanted to admit. He had, after all, thought the boy was *cute*, for God's sake. He had thought about it long and hard, and came to a conclusion he didn't even want to admit to himself. He couldn't be ....falling... for Yuki, could he? They were both guys! They were cousins! He loved *Tohru*! Still, a voice in the back of his mind told him, 'You know you can never have Tohru, neither can Yuki. It just wouldn't be fair to her, to have a relationship with someone that could never embrace her...' Kyou knew this was true. He just didn't want to accept it. Actually, after thinking about it, he didn't really mind that Yuki was a guy. After all, his family was full of relationships like that. It was just that it was... Yuki... ah, whatever. Time to sleep. He'd try to forget it. If he couldn't, well, he'd deal with it in the morning. But Kyou wasn't prepared to hear sniffling as he walked past Yuki's door... he knocked. "Yuki?" No answer. "Yuki, daijoubu?" Kyou hesitantly pushed the door open, and saw Yuki lying on his bed, curled into a ball. He went and sat down beside him, on the edge of the bed.
Yuki was mentally beating himself up. Here he was, a sixteen year old boy, on the verge of tears over a bad day and a few insults! Really. That was just pathetic. He wondered why it got to him so much. He'd had bad days before, much worse than this. Everyone did, once in a while. And he had been called an onna otoko so many times... then it hit him. No one, not even Tohru, had made him feel warm and safe like Kyou had before. He had felt like someone cared about him. And it stood out because Kyou had treated him differently, much nicer than he treated everyone else, even if just for a moment. Well, excluding Tohru, that is. The usually loud, angry Kyou had given Yuki his jacket and put his arm around him, protecting him from the cold. Him! Tohru's goal was to make everyone feel loved, equally, but Kyou... Yuki was upset because it was *Kyou* who hated him, *Kyou* who insulted him. Now, Yuki felt worse. He wasn't about to cry because of a bad day. He was like a lovesick, teenage girl crying over a boy that had made him feel special! Ugh. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the knocks on his door, didn't notice Kyou had come into his room. That is, until he turned over on his bed, and promptly landed in Kyou's lap.
k'so nezumi- damn mouse
onna otoko- girly boy
daijoubu?- are you ok?
please review! ^_^
sappy and shounen ai. but, if you've been reading the fic, you know this already ^_^
thanks for reading this far~
also, thanks to everyone that reviewed!~ ^_^ yay! i was sooo happy reading them~!
Chapter 3
I still hate him, right?
Yuki was confused. Actually, confused, and feeling sorry for himself. He was completely lost in thought, lying on his bed, with the lights off, and his back to the door. Why did Kyou care if he got sick or not? Why did he give him his jacket? Most of all, why did Kyou put his arm around him? It had totally caught him by surprise. Sure, he had been cold. But, wasn't the jacket enough? It wasn't like he would have died from a walk home, even if it *had* been cold. But...Kyou hated him. Yuki knew that. He had just said so, no more than ten minutes ago- along with calling him 'k'so nezumi', weak, and an 'onna otoko'. It was the last one that hurt the most. Yuki felt like crying, but he wouldn't let himself. 'Kyou's right, maybe I *am* an onna otoko... he was only being nice to me, because I'm so weak... it's not like anyone cares... like he said, he hates me... but why does that make me want to cry more?' He didn't hate Kyou, like he had said before. He never had. But, he wouldn't show it; if Kyou hated him, then he would say that he hated Kyou. He wouldn't let Kyou get the best of them. Well, that wasn't *exactly* true. Kyou could get to Yuki, and he did; Yuki just wouldn't let it show. Now was one of those times. Remembering the reason for his excursion, Yuki laughed to himself sarcastically. 'My, won't everyone be surprised tomorrow, when they see Yuki Sohma hasn't done his assignments.'
On the roof again, Kyou was sorting out his thoughts. All he could think of was Yuki. 'Damn mouse, get out of my head.' Why the hell did he care? It was none of his concern if Yuki died from the cold. Giving the mouse his jacket had been a bad idea. And putting his arm around him... that was just too much. 'Although, it *did* feel nice...' He felt awful for saying such mean things about Yuki before. He knew, especially, that 'onna otoko' had hurt; he saw Yuki wince when he had said it. He hated himself for saying that. If only Shigure hadn't said that... that they *liked* each other... but, did he like Yuki? He definitely didn't hate him, not anymore. Not since Tohru had tried so hard to make the two get along. 'Do I like him?' staring into the sky, he tried to find the answer.
"Ano...Shigure-san..." Tohru started. "Yes?" Shigure turned from the novel he was writing with a grin on his face. "Are you here to ask if you can bring more high-school girls to visit?" "N-no! um, well, you see, um- Kyou-kun's on the roof for the second time tonight, and Sohma-kun's in his room with the lights out, and it's only 8 o'clock... and, well, do you know if something's wrong? Did I say something, or do something, or forget to do something..." Shigure cut her off. "Tohru-kun, it's nothing. And, even if there were a problem, how could it possibly be your fault? You do everything for us! Don't blame yourself like that, you'll only make yourself sick." She sighed. "Did they have another fight, then?" Shigure laughed at the irony of the situation. "No, don't worry, they didn't. If anything, I'd say they're getting along splendidly." Saying "All right..." in a slightly unsure tone, Tohru started for the door to go upstairs.
In her room, Tohru was working on homework when she heard Kyou come down from the roof. 'Good! Maybe he's feeling better,' she thought. She had been worried, despite Shigure's assurance that everything was all right. Kyou loved high places, that was true- but, he went to the roof more often when he was upset. And Yuki never went to bed before finishing his homework... or asking her if she needed help with her's, for that matter. It wasn't that she minded that he didn't help her. It was just that she was concerned... he had been acting strange. Oh, she was probably overreacting, she decided. Might as well just finish her homework and go to bed.
Kyou had come down from the roof with an answer. And definitely not one he wanted. He realized that he *did* like Yuki. Maybe more than he wanted to admit. He had, after all, thought the boy was *cute*, for God's sake. He had thought about it long and hard, and came to a conclusion he didn't even want to admit to himself. He couldn't be ....falling... for Yuki, could he? They were both guys! They were cousins! He loved *Tohru*! Still, a voice in the back of his mind told him, 'You know you can never have Tohru, neither can Yuki. It just wouldn't be fair to her, to have a relationship with someone that could never embrace her...' Kyou knew this was true. He just didn't want to accept it. Actually, after thinking about it, he didn't really mind that Yuki was a guy. After all, his family was full of relationships like that. It was just that it was... Yuki... ah, whatever. Time to sleep. He'd try to forget it. If he couldn't, well, he'd deal with it in the morning. But Kyou wasn't prepared to hear sniffling as he walked past Yuki's door... he knocked. "Yuki?" No answer. "Yuki, daijoubu?" Kyou hesitantly pushed the door open, and saw Yuki lying on his bed, curled into a ball. He went and sat down beside him, on the edge of the bed.
Yuki was mentally beating himself up. Here he was, a sixteen year old boy, on the verge of tears over a bad day and a few insults! Really. That was just pathetic. He wondered why it got to him so much. He'd had bad days before, much worse than this. Everyone did, once in a while. And he had been called an onna otoko so many times... then it hit him. No one, not even Tohru, had made him feel warm and safe like Kyou had before. He had felt like someone cared about him. And it stood out because Kyou had treated him differently, much nicer than he treated everyone else, even if just for a moment. Well, excluding Tohru, that is. The usually loud, angry Kyou had given Yuki his jacket and put his arm around him, protecting him from the cold. Him! Tohru's goal was to make everyone feel loved, equally, but Kyou... Yuki was upset because it was *Kyou* who hated him, *Kyou* who insulted him. Now, Yuki felt worse. He wasn't about to cry because of a bad day. He was like a lovesick, teenage girl crying over a boy that had made him feel special! Ugh. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the knocks on his door, didn't notice Kyou had come into his room. That is, until he turned over on his bed, and promptly landed in Kyou's lap.
k'so nezumi- damn mouse
onna otoko- girly boy
daijoubu?- are you ok?
please review! ^_^