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This message is to all those Yuki fans out there! (That includes me as well, can you believe!) Please don't take this story seriously, I just wanted to experiment with the idea, but it turned into a story! (Don't ask me how that happened I don't even know myself!) I showed it to my best mate FrozenAngel 1992 (that is her pen name by the way) and she thought that it was really good, so I thought that I should put it onto FanFiction. So please no flamers, because this is my first story. Thanks, love PinkGoddess! Can you please R&R? (For all of those new people out there, R&R means read and review!)

PART 1 Kyo's revenge Chapter1: The Idea

Here is my first chappy, enjoy!

He was getting closer, and closer to her, this was the moment that he had only dreamt about, but it was real, it was really happening, Kyo was so close that he could smell Tohru's sweet perfume. Closer still. He was so close that he could count all of the cute little freckles that she had on her nose. Even closer still…

Beep, beep…beep, beep.

Kyo woke with a start, as his alarm clock rang in his ears. He groaned as he thought of the dream that he was having. Why couldn't he have just one more second of sleep, that was all he asked for, one more second. I don't remember setting that he thought to himself, as he peeled open his eyelids. Kyo looked at his clock that was on the table next to his bed. It read 11:30 at night. As he sat up, and looked around him, all of his memories and emotions of that day came flooding back to him.

He had sat at the table in the kitchen, watching Yuki and Tohru make the New Year's celebrations cookies. Kyo instead of helping them, was thinking to himself as usual. This time it was about Yuki. What if Yuki had never been born? What if he never existed? It could of been him who was standing, next to Tohru, laughing and smiling with her, as he was clumsily trying to draw a cat's face onto one of the cookies, with icing sugar.

But no, of course it couldn't be him, because that damn rat is always in the way, trying to get in there first. Yuki knew that Kyo had feelings for Tohru, so he was always starting a fight with him right in front of her, or punching him to the floor, all this just to embarrass him. Why does he try so hard?

Kyo flopped back onto his bed. Putting his hand behind his head, he sighed. He turned to look at his clock again but something caught his eye. There, glinting in the moonlight beside his clock was the penknife that Torhu had given him for Christmas. The knife had a sharp, pointed end, and a thin metal blade that could cut through anything. Anything, even human flesh!

Suddenly, a terrifying idea began to grow in his mind and take hold of him. What if he could? Maybe it would work. Kyo tried to shake the idea out of his head, but it wouldn't go away. It was growing and growing, until it had grabbed hold of him, and wouldn't let go! What if he could murder Yuki! But that was a terrifying idea. Never in his life would he do something like that. Or would he?

Kyo thought for a moment. If it meant that he would be the one standing next to Tohru laughing and telling jokes with her then he would. If it meant that there would be no more Yuki, no more stinking alley rat, that belonged in the sewers always destroying his life at every possible moment. No more of him being in the way, charming Torhu with his wit and his charm.

But Kyo was nothing compared with Yuki. Nothing. Yuki had his own fan club, and what did Kyo have, nothing. All of the girls would fall over at Yuki's feet whenever they had the chance, and follow him around like a lost sheep. But what did they do to Kyo, they avoided him in the corridors, because they didn't want to get a black eye, but that made him even worse. He didn't care though, because none of that should matter to Torhu should it? Should it! After all, the main reason that the scary idea started to form in his head in the first place was because of Tohru, so that they could finally have some time alone together, without the sticking rat skulking around the place all of the time.

At that thought he had made up his mind. He would do it. He would murder his own flesh and blood. He would murder Yuki. Kyo ripped the sheets off of him, picked up his penknife and walked towards the door of his bedroom. Kyo could feel the coldness of the blade in his hand, he hoped that he was doing the right thing. Sliding the door open, he was then faced with the dark corridor before him.

I hope that you liked the first chappy, I didn't know weather I should leave it as a cliffhanger, but I decided to carry on! (I hope that I haven't offended any of you Yuki fans out there!)