Disclaimer: I do not own Fruit's Basket. I'm really just doing this for my
own sick pleasure but seeing as no one really profits from it. . . like the
horoscopes in the Sunday newspaper, it's for entertainment only, . . don't
sue =P
It started with a whisper, melted into a breeze of warm breath that slid coolly against his heated skin.
"Yuki."
One word. An "I love you" etched into the endearing lilt in her voice, paling a little against the tinting sadness.
One word, rolling all their emotions into a ball, dropped carefully between them before slipping onto the stillness of rumpled clothing strewn on the floor.
But the pain of her voice lingered, the silent plea expressing both their longing as Yuki painfully restrained himself from embracing her entirely.
One word, bittersweet to his waiting ears as he nuzzled her nose and pressed his cheek against hers apologetically. The blood rushed to meet him, pausing just below the surface of her rosy skin. His arms suddenly felt too flimsy. He hovered over her, supported by arms once strong enough to challenge Kyou's black belt but now straining to maintain the balance of his own frail frame.
Instead, he focused on the dance of shadows, the moonlight streaming through the window pane to wrap itself around her: the slant of her eyes, the curve of her earlobe, the smooth hollow connecting neck and collar bone, never able to define whether it was her body shivering or lips and hands trembling, fiercely, their homage to her.
But he couldn't deny her longing.
One word, the only admission of wanting in all the years she'd stayed by him.
One word that brought a lump to his throat, a ball of terror, excitement and anticipation choking him all at once.
He thought, with some irony that Kyou would never hesitate like this, never keep her waiting like he did. His sense of rivalry slowly piqued, giving him the added courage he needed. He allowed his hands to wander. Still cautious, his fingers paused suddenly at the curve of her inner thigh.
She kissed his forehead almost maternally. Her consent, though he imagined both their blushes would illuminate the dark had the moonlight not spared them.
He pressed against her carefully, both muffling gasps in their timidity as that one word escaped her lips again. . .
***
"Yuki!"
He threw his weight into it, his tension released by the small rush of power he felt as the barrier crumbled beneath his strength.
"Ah!"
Somewhere, outside himself came a startled yelp, surprised, no doubt, by the unexpected show of violence.
His dark visage softened under the startled innocent expression of the student watching him cautiously out of the corner of her eye. She slowly made her way to a ribbon, he failed to notice, sitting in a corner, picking it up before scampering out of the dojo quickly.
Kyou paid no heed to the young student, picking up the broken wooden boards and stuffing them into the waste bin forcefully.
"Yuki." He grit his teeth
"That bastard mouse."
Twenty broken boards and still his anger threatened to overwhelm him. No show of violence, no matter how controlled, seemed to ease the fury that welled inside him.
His mind turned to the image of Tohru, draped in the "dream" frock Ayame concocted for the wedding. . .a fairy tale princess stepping gracefully onto the aisle. Her face absolutely beaming at her prince. . .
Kyou's fist broke the white plaster of the dojo wall. His fist red, scraped from his efforts to remove himself from the visible dent in the once smooth plane.
"Shit." Shishou would get him for that one. But the gleam of her white dress haunted his mind. Suddenly the consequences seemed trivial. What was a little plaster, a little paint lost when she. . .she. . .
Kyou slammed his fist into the wall again, and again. Tears threatening him with each thrust, burning his eyes and sneaking slowly past the grim line of his firmly pressed lips.
A low growl was emitted from deep inside his throat.
"Dammit!"
I can't do this, he thought to himself resignedly. He pictured the startled expression he imagined Tohru would greet him with had she seen him and slowly the anger drained out of him. His punches slowed until they barely reached the wall. His shoulders sinking, he sighed in defeat.
He had lost.
***
AN: I know this is a short chapter but you won't believe how hard it was to turn out this chapter. I have unbelievable writer's block. I actually tried to finish it out of guilt of someone who requested it ^^;; I'll have to rethink this story so the next update will probably be slow. It's far from over though. Sorry for being such a slow writer! Gomen gomen!
It started with a whisper, melted into a breeze of warm breath that slid coolly against his heated skin.
"Yuki."
One word. An "I love you" etched into the endearing lilt in her voice, paling a little against the tinting sadness.
One word, rolling all their emotions into a ball, dropped carefully between them before slipping onto the stillness of rumpled clothing strewn on the floor.
But the pain of her voice lingered, the silent plea expressing both their longing as Yuki painfully restrained himself from embracing her entirely.
One word, bittersweet to his waiting ears as he nuzzled her nose and pressed his cheek against hers apologetically. The blood rushed to meet him, pausing just below the surface of her rosy skin. His arms suddenly felt too flimsy. He hovered over her, supported by arms once strong enough to challenge Kyou's black belt but now straining to maintain the balance of his own frail frame.
Instead, he focused on the dance of shadows, the moonlight streaming through the window pane to wrap itself around her: the slant of her eyes, the curve of her earlobe, the smooth hollow connecting neck and collar bone, never able to define whether it was her body shivering or lips and hands trembling, fiercely, their homage to her.
But he couldn't deny her longing.
One word, the only admission of wanting in all the years she'd stayed by him.
One word that brought a lump to his throat, a ball of terror, excitement and anticipation choking him all at once.
He thought, with some irony that Kyou would never hesitate like this, never keep her waiting like he did. His sense of rivalry slowly piqued, giving him the added courage he needed. He allowed his hands to wander. Still cautious, his fingers paused suddenly at the curve of her inner thigh.
She kissed his forehead almost maternally. Her consent, though he imagined both their blushes would illuminate the dark had the moonlight not spared them.
He pressed against her carefully, both muffling gasps in their timidity as that one word escaped her lips again. . .
***
"Yuki!"
He threw his weight into it, his tension released by the small rush of power he felt as the barrier crumbled beneath his strength.
"Ah!"
Somewhere, outside himself came a startled yelp, surprised, no doubt, by the unexpected show of violence.
His dark visage softened under the startled innocent expression of the student watching him cautiously out of the corner of her eye. She slowly made her way to a ribbon, he failed to notice, sitting in a corner, picking it up before scampering out of the dojo quickly.
Kyou paid no heed to the young student, picking up the broken wooden boards and stuffing them into the waste bin forcefully.
"Yuki." He grit his teeth
"That bastard mouse."
Twenty broken boards and still his anger threatened to overwhelm him. No show of violence, no matter how controlled, seemed to ease the fury that welled inside him.
His mind turned to the image of Tohru, draped in the "dream" frock Ayame concocted for the wedding. . .a fairy tale princess stepping gracefully onto the aisle. Her face absolutely beaming at her prince. . .
Kyou's fist broke the white plaster of the dojo wall. His fist red, scraped from his efforts to remove himself from the visible dent in the once smooth plane.
"Shit." Shishou would get him for that one. But the gleam of her white dress haunted his mind. Suddenly the consequences seemed trivial. What was a little plaster, a little paint lost when she. . .she. . .
Kyou slammed his fist into the wall again, and again. Tears threatening him with each thrust, burning his eyes and sneaking slowly past the grim line of his firmly pressed lips.
A low growl was emitted from deep inside his throat.
"Dammit!"
I can't do this, he thought to himself resignedly. He pictured the startled expression he imagined Tohru would greet him with had she seen him and slowly the anger drained out of him. His punches slowed until they barely reached the wall. His shoulders sinking, he sighed in defeat.
He had lost.
***
AN: I know this is a short chapter but you won't believe how hard it was to turn out this chapter. I have unbelievable writer's block. I actually tried to finish it out of guilt of someone who requested it ^^;; I'll have to rethink this story so the next update will probably be slow. It's far from over though. Sorry for being such a slow writer! Gomen gomen!
