A/N - WHEW! Finally got the guts to actually post up a Furuba (Fruits Baskets) fic when I've been too chicken to do so. I've only watched the series once so far, so please do forgive me for anything out of place and I would love to have you correct it to make this a better fic. Anyway, this story contains SLASH, so if you're exceptionally homophobic, please do not flame me about it. If slash freaks you out, please evacuate from this story immediately -imitates fire drill-. Sorry, weird mood lately. Please enjoy this fic!
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Title – Falling
Author – Kawaii Kinomoto
Genre – Angst/Romance
Rating – PG-13 (it may be raised)
Warnings – Slash, Language, Abuse, Dark Themes
Main Pairings – Kyou/Yuki, Akito/Yuki
Additional Pairings – One-sided Haru/Yuki, one-sided Kagura/Kyou, one-sided Tohru/Kyou, Hiro/Kisa, Hatori/Ayame/Shigure (yesh, the lovely threesome!)
Disclaimer – I do not own Fruits Basket and it's characters/places/settings. So don't sue. =)
Summery – Kyou and Yuki find out that there's only a fine line between love and hate. When their love starts to blossom, Akito puts a stop to it, wanting Yuki for himself. How will this end?
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Sun shone through the windows of Sohma Shigure's house, the little home strangely quiet. Sohma Yuki sleepily plodded into the kitchen, bare feet slapping against the wooden floor. It was seldom that he was up first, as Tohru was always up and ready the time the other male inhabitants lazily dragged themselves out of bed. It was a bit unsettling, the lack of noise making the house seem empty and larger than it actually was. Yuki hated silence, it reminded him too much of the past.
He took a packet of green tea from the cupboard, boiling water in the process. Shigure couldn't even open his eyes before a good hot cup of tea before reverting back to the idiot he was. Suddenly, he heard a huge "AIII!!! I OVERSLEPT!!!" coming from up the stairs and he knew that Tohru had already awakened, and most likely have awakened the whole household with her. Settling down with a cup of tea, he waited patiently until Tohru came down. He stared out of the window, seeing the warm light spread over the kitchen.
"Aah! Yuki-kun! You're already awake! Gomenasai!"
He looked up slowly. Tohru was leaning over at the door, panting heavily. Her hair was wet, and it was obvious that she hadn't even taken the time to dry off after bathing. Yuki smiled at her, tilting his head as to tell her that it was alright. However, Tohru was already flying around in the room, trying to get everything ready for the two other members of the Sohma family. It wasn't long before a very grumpy Kyou staggered into the kitchen. "Oi... who was the idiot who yelled? You woke me up!" he grouched, pissed off that his beauty sleep couldn't be prolonged. "Aah! Kyou-kun! Gomenasai! I woke up late!!" she said, blinking adorably in repentance.
Yuki knew that Kyou was the object of Tohru's affections, no matter how adamantly she denied it every time Yuki teasingly brought it up. He saw the love in her eyes, the absolute need to care for him every minute of the day. Kyou always thought she was being too kind and naive, brushing it off carelessly. Yuki hated it, hated the stupid cat for not realizing, hated the sad look in Tohru's silver-green eyes, hated himself for not doing anything about it. He loved Tohru as a sister and treated her like one, but he didn't even have the guts to confront Kyou about it. Coward.
"It's not as if you need more sleep. I'm surprised you weren't born a pig, the way you snore at night..." Yuki insulted, wanting to show Kyou how stupid he was. The other boy's head shot up, orange hair flying. "What did you say, baka nezumi!? I don't snore!" he countered. It was then Shigure decided to make his everyday morning appearance, yawning and stretching while looking around blearily around the sun-filled room.
"Yes, you do. My room's right next to yours. You woke me up..."
"Well, no wonder there are bags under your eyes. Oh, wait, that's normal even for you, isn't it?"
"Morning, minna-san!!!"
Apparently, Shigure had already consumed his first dosage of tea. Everyone thought it was a little weird, seeing how green tea didn't have much (if not any) caffeine. But Shigure was already weird to begin with, so nobody bothered to ask. Two grunts and an "Ohayo!" sounded around the room, cat and rat staring each other down. The oldest male sighed. Seven in the morning and they were already fighting? Darn, he really should buy some earmuffs. They were so rowdy that last time, their neighbour (which lived a good few miles away) had crashed into the house, demanding them to just shut up. Shigure had told off the man, telling him that bills must be paid for the broken door. The poor man was left to repair the broken door by himself, with the (evil) Shigure watching at the corner of his eye. A smug smile appeared on his face. Yes, that had been one of the best moments of his life.
"That's it, I'm not dealing with you! I'm leaving for school!" yelled Kyou, getting up and crashing the kitchen door closed behind him. Sweatdrops appeared on the other three foreheads. It was only when Kyou grabbed his bag and started out the garden did he remember something important.
Today was a Sunday. There was no school.
Fuming, Kyou stomped back into the house and locked himself inside his room. He could hear Shigure's phony laugh echoing up from the kitchen.
"HOHOHOHOHO!"
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A hand snatched the butterfly out of mid-air, feeling the fluttering of it's wings beating against his palm. A smirk adorned the man's face as he opened his fingers a bit, not enough to make the little thing escape but just enough to make the butterfly feel caged, the way it's small wings beat desperately on his slender fingers.
"Akito?"
His hand jerked, setting the butterfly free again. The multi-coloured insect drifted out of the room while a curse rang out. Hatori was standing at the door, looking straight at him. Akito sneered.
"What do you want?"
A indifferent nod was the only answer the Sohma leader got before another set of footsteps sounded. Akito's sneer grew bigger. Hiro. Dumb sheep. The little runt was standing behind the older man, staring at the floor, before he made his way into the middle of the room. Akito swung his chair around to get a better look. He now had a mask of pure determination on his face and he dared to stare Akito in the eye. Oh well, Akito loved breaking down determination, it made it all the more interesting.
"I won't!"
The boy was shaking, with anger or fear, Akito didn't know. Hiro clenched his fists. Aah, anger then... There was a pregnant pause, in which where Hiro regained his composure and Akito was left wondering boredly what the child had to say. Hatori wasn't budging from the door, choosing to stay so he could intervene if anything got out of hand.
"I won't let you stop me from being with Kisa!"
An eyebrow raised. But Akito's posture had already given away everything. He was mad. And Hatori knew it. There were times when Akito hated Hatori. And this was one of them. He wasn't going to interrupt, of course, but his only eye was fixed on Akito, watching his every movement.
"Oh?"
The word came out filled with utmost venom, as if it was unleashed to sick it's fangs into the younger boy's arm. Hatori's eye narrowed.
"I won't let you keep on separating me from her! I won't hurt her anymore! I won't let her fall into depression ever again! I love her!"
Now Akito's eyes narrowed, shooting daggers at the runt before him. The L word. Again. Didn't the stupid boy know that love didn't exist? It was just a mere figment of your imagination. There was no such thing as pure love. For everything was tainted. Any little thing corrupted. Only lust existed. Oh yes... Akito knew of lust. He smirked lazily. The world was now dying on them, corrupted, tainted. And now that the world was falling, no, he was falling... he would bring down everyone with him. No one will survive if he didn't. The little runt wasn't going to get away with this.
"You're just jealous! You're just jealous that nobody will love you like I'll love her! You're just--"
CRASH!
Quicker than lightning, Akito rose up and flew towards the smaller boy, throwing him against the hard wall. The boy was shocked. Anybody could see that. His eyes wide-open in pain, lips parted to take in deep struggled breaths. Hatori had already grabbed Akito, restraining him from killing the boy outright.
"Naive brat!"
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"Anou... Yuki-kun?"
Yuki was so absorbed in staring out the window that he didn't even hear Tohru entering his room until her voice shot through his thoughts. He looked up at her, cheeks a bit flushed for letting her see him in a moment of weakness. She was hovering near the door, not really sure what to do.
"Don't worry. Come in,"
A look of relief came across Tohru's face and she closed the door and sat on the corner of his bed. She nervously smoothened the sheets, obviously needing some prompting. Yuki smiled.
"What is it, Honda-san? Don't you have a certain orange-haired cat to attend to?"
His eyes widened as her lips trembled. He stood up from his position near the window and sat down gently next to Tohru, careful not to make his movements too abrupt. He looked at her concernedly.
"Honda-san? Is everything alright?"
"A-Anou..."
She looked up at last and Yuki felt a tug in his heart at seeing his sister in any way but blood with unshed tears in her eyes. He had never seen her cry. She was just so happy-go-lucky all the time. She was the one comforting people, not the one being comforted. But then, everybody's human, not matter how deep into the stereotype they were. Yuki slowly put his arms around her stiffly, having never consoled anyone before. She didn't cry, but only quivered uncontrollably. She didn't tell him what was wrong either, content to only stay in his arms, being comforted at the time of her need. Yuki was always too kind.
Yuki frowned. He was going to kill that cat.
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Kyou bit his lip in thought. His thoughts that kept being invaded by a certain gray-haired boy. He didn't understand why he was so fixated on him currently. Maybe all that fighting finally caught up to him.
CLANG!
He could hear Shigure cursing downstairs. The idiot probably dropped the pots and pans again. Shigure was never one for gracefulness, content with settling for clumsy anyway. Yuki, however, was another story.
Damn... what was he doing? Why the hell was he thinking about the rat again!?
He stared down at his homework, which he was very intent on force-feeding Kagura when she came over for dinner today. A few people were coming over for a feast to celebrate Kisa's birthday, including Momiji, Hatsuharu, Hiro, Ayame (they didn't bother to invite him, they knew that the moron would just invite himself anyway) and Kisa herself. He was a little afraid of Kagura coming over, but Shigure (the bastard that he was) had insisted on it anyway, leaving him no choice. Besides, if he didn't invite her, she'd probably strangle him in her enthusiasm when she found out. He didn't mind the others (much) but Ayame was really too much to bear. Kyou wondered how Yuki would react.
DAMMIT! HE WAS DOING IT AGAIN!!
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"You really hurt him."
"He deserved it."
"You dislocated his arm."
"All the more better, then."
"You can't keep doing this, Akito."
"You know damn well that I can do whatever I want."
No reply came after that, and Akito's lips curled upwards. He had won this fight for now. He tilted his head, a sign for Hatori to leave the room. And he did, albeit rather reluctantly.
Once alone again in the room, he grinned when he saw that same stupid butterfly flying back into the room. He made another grab for the butterfly and smiled sadistically when he had caught it, yet again. Such a stupid insect. Escaping him then allowing him to capture him again. This thought led on to a sixteen year old rat that was now probably having a fight with that filthy cat.
Yuki-kun... Are you missing me? Don't worry, child. We'll be meeting soon...
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Kawaii Kinomoto