Disclaimer and etc: Yes, yes, I own nothing, you'll be happy to hear.

Ignore the OOC-ness, if you will. I'm not used to writing present tense. Why I wrote it for the first two chapters, I don't know. Kyou's POV again. I've seen the anime and currently own volumes 1-4 of Furuba. ; Not much I'm afraid but getting there! And a tiny spoiler warning-ish. Actually, it's practically nothing. Blink and you'll miss it. Let's pretend Akito died and Kyou moved away.

Heh, I just realized, my fic has not had one word of vocal dialogue so far. Maybe I should change that? This inner dialogue business is hard to maintain.

Oh and I've realized there hasn't been any 'action' whatsoever! Gasp With my hentai mind!! That should change soon enough.

Happy reading!

Thanks to any readers and reviewers!

BakaDen: XD Hee! Maybe a happy ending is in order, if I can write it? Good anime cons make me wants to write happy endings for Haru/Kyou. Thank you for that lovely review!

xxkurenaixx: Heh heh heh, angst is good! Sadly, I'm a sucker for a happy ending. I generally don't write them much, but I love them. We'll see what I can crank out.

riversprite77: I know! Poor Kyou indeed! And he's my favourite character! Why am I torturing him then?! Because I can and he's so adorable and torture-able!

foxhana: A series? I've never posted anything longer than a one-shot for fanfcs. Maybe I can do this. As for angst, I've already had two chapters full of it. I think it needs some happiness. -.- Except it seems I can't ever write something without angst!

A Night To Realize part3

by Zeto

Another city; this time an escape. A place to forget.

It's been a while since I last saw him. A long time, but his face is burned into my memory. His dark and light, silken locks and his magnetic eyes are still imprinted upon my mind. That daring, dangerous smile of his.

Sometimes I forget why I left in the first place. Maybe I just don't want to remember.

I've lost him. For good this time and it wasn't because of a fight. It was because of Sohma Yuki, my former archenemy.

Try as I might, I cannot begrudge either of them this. If they're happy, they deserve it. After everything Akito put us through, I'm happy for them. Really.

I just wish...I had someone. Someone who can understand me and accept me for who I am.

I shake my head, this self-pity thing is just pathetic. How long has it been?

Two months, seven days and four hours. Not that I've been counting.

I finish my set of fifty sit-ups and move onto push-ups. It's routine for me. I can't slack off; I may not have to fight Yuki anymore but to slack off would be foolish of me.

My flatmate, Jin returns from work. She grins at the sight of me after taking off her shoes and hanging up her coat.

She lets loose a wolf-whistle.

I arch an eyebrow.

Then she give me some teary eyes, lamenting over the sexual preferences.

I grunt in acknowledgement.

Working at the dance bar isn't bad. It doubles as a cafe during the day and transforms to a night club-dance bar after 6pm.

For some reason, Yuriko our boss, thinks I draw in more customers. I must admit, the tips are kickass. And bar tending isn't hard. Not to mention, it's harder to come in contact with peope behind a bar.

My flatmates Jin and Scott, both work at 24-7 with me.

It's weird though. I mean they both know and accept my sexuality. Ever since I acknowledged my preferences, I've always feared other people's reactions. This was almost as bad as my third form...

Lucky for me, Jin loves yaoi and Scott has a bisexual sister. It was a very awkward subject one night. We all sat down to discuss the rules of bringing any lovers home. I think Jin was disappointed to find Scott unavailable, with a girlfriend of 3 years, and me even more so, being gay.

Heh, Jin. I remember during that conversation, she told me she wanted to watch any action I got into with any of my fuure lovers. I twitched and whapped her.

Jin grins at ne, tossing a thumbs-up my way as she tells me she's making a tuna casserole for dinner.

I perk up. Tuna?

Even now, I can picture him, enfolding Yuki into his arms. I remember how happy he was to see the rat. How he had eyes only for him.

I was planning on leaving him anyways, really I was. You can't fight to keep someone who doesn't love you back.

How pathetic of me to pine for someone who clearly longs for another; it just seemed to be a rather fitting end at the time. I have to move on though. I can't be a busted clock, always ticking forward but falling back a tock. But I'm okay now. Honest.

If he's happier with Yuki, I don't want to make him sad. Maybe we just weren't supposed to be. But . . . if that's true, then why does my heart twist and crack a little more every time I think of him with that damn rat?

I suppose it just takes time to get over someone. Love doesn't fade overnight . . .

So where do I go from here? I've tried everything. I've taken special classes to further my education, classes for fun and for distraction. I've even managed to get a volunteer job at the local library, reading to children, shelving and doing odd jobs. The kids are great. They're so full of innocence and life, not jaded by humanity's prejudice, cruelty and sloth.

As the sun is sinking below the horizon, setting the world ablaze with gold, fire and violet, I lean against the balcony of my apartment.

Gods, what a hollow existence I lead, devoid of life, of love, of anything.

He was a wild anomaly in my life and yet, he was the anchor within the hurricane. In this corrupt world, I felt protected by his side. He made me feel safe, secure. He made me feel.

I remember spending countless hours with him on the veranda. Most of the time, we didn't have to talk. I was content to just be with him; it was a comfortable silence between us. Or at least, I thought it was.

It's time I move on though. I can't keep delving in the past.

The city glows at nighttime, its hundreds of lights twinkle brightly, like candles of hope in the darkness. It's a place of dreams and chances. One of my favourite pastimes is just scoping out the city at night on my balcony.

Accidentally, I bump into a young man and stumble before he catches my arm. I gaze into his emerald eyes; it occurs to me how beautiful, and animated they are.

They aren't unlike . . . his eyes . . .

Damn it! I thought I was getting over him. My voice trails off as I bite my lip.

It still hurts, even after all this time. My heart wrenches every time I think about how in love I am-was-with him. It hurts to know no one in the world gives a damn about me. No one cares or loves me.

I'm alone in this world. So alone. Even when I was young, I'd had trouble expressing love and affection; being ostrasized tends to do that to a person.

How could I not fall for him? I was a moth to his burning flame; drawn to him yet doomed to get hurt if I got too close. Doomed to die if I just reached out and touched him.

I never do things half way. It's all or nothing. Maybe that's why I fell so hard for him.

The stranger snaps his fingers in front of my face. Grinning, I assure him that I'm all right but turn my away to hide my false smile.

Freezing, I stop in my tracks. It-it's him!

He's here? In this city? But-but how? Why? He can't be looking for me, can he? Hope rises in my heart.

He hasn't changed much. He's still got that wild look about him. He still has that confident, easy stride and his unruly hair still falls into his eyes.

I feel the blood drain out of my face. My whole world comes crashing down in a mere minute. I've spent so many months just trying to forget him and now, he's . . . back.

We're a mere five feet apart now. He meets my gaze momentarily. Meets my gaze without a single spark of acknowledgment as he strides past me.

Shock floods my system. He doesn't even remember or recognize me?

Only one coherent thought is spinning in my head and I whisper it out loud.

"Ha . . . ru?"

Owari

A/N: Damn! I thought there'd be action in this chapter. Men gomen go! I'll try. -.- Kyou needs to get laid, but only by Haru! XD Well, there was dialogue this time around. Only one word but it counts! Um...that's all I have written at all. I'm not sure where this fic is going but the reviews I have are so wonderful!

Hee! I just went to a fantastic convention in Vancouver, Canada. I met Scott McNeil. Details are in my livejournal. Check out my profile if you actually have a light interest in the con.