Section 2 Kyo's revenge Chapter 1: The After Taste

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A terrible scream filled with terror and fright shook the Sohma house right to the core. Kyo woke with a start and leaped out of bed, breathing heavily. Who the hell was that he thought to himself? It sounded like Tohru; she had probably just dropped a plate down in the kitchen or something… but maybe… she could of found… no! That didn't happen, I was just a dream! Kyo looked at his clock that sat on his bedside table. It read 10:30, "Damn," he thought, "now I won't have time to go for my mourning run before school, I was hoping that that would take my mind off of things!" But then he saw his real problem. It was lying right next to him on the bedside table. It looked so innocent, but it was the start of all his troubles. It was Kyo's penknife… covered in what seemed to be… blood! Yuki's blood. Was that what Tohru was screaming about? Had she found the body? It wasn't a dream like he had hoped, it was real, he had really done it, he had really murdered Yuki!

Why didn't he set his alarm clock when he had the chance, then he would have had time to wash the knife before anybody had woken up? But it was too late, Tohru had found Yuki's body. Would she work out that it was him that had done it? Or did she already know?

Kyo put his head in his hands in despair, what would he do now? For the first time in his life he was in real trouble, but he had no way out. He had dug himself into a hole… and no had no way of getting out… ever.

Suddenly, Kyo felt a dry substance of the palms of his hands! What it...? Could it be…? He forced himself to look at them. Kyo was right. His hands were covered in blood. Who's blood? Yuki's. Kyo started rubbing his hands together desperately, pleading for it to go away, to disappear. Any way of getting that damn rat's blood off his hand, he would try it. Anything! Unluckily, rubbing them together like this didn't seem to be working. He forced his tired, aching brain to function, to think.

Another idea floated slowly into his head. Water. But he had no sink or bath in his bedroom. How would he wash them? The bathroom was only across the hall. But that was too risky, if Tohru was up, then she was bound to hear his footsteps on the bear floorboards that lined the hallway's floor. She would look out and see his guilty face, his blood stained hands, and she would know. She would know that he as the one whom had murdered her beloved Yuki. It was a big risk but he would have to take it, it was the only way not to get caught. But that was the thing. Did he want to get caught? Did he even want to turn himself in? Did he want people, every time they looked at him, just to think that all he was, was a down right murder. he was an out-cast anyway, so people already looks at him from down their noses, but what would they do if they know that he had murdered Yuki. After all, Yuki was the rat, so he had finaly beaten him, so would that mean that he would be excepted into the Sohma family at last? That was the big question, did he want people to know? Did he have the guts just to go up to Tohru and say that he was the one who had done it? Or did she know already? When she saw Yuki's body, lying there, motionless, was he the first person that she thought of? After all, the main reason he murdered the little rodent was because of Tohru. But she would understand. Wouldn't she! She always did! But could all of that, just of been a waste of time? Did he really need to murder Yuki?

Kyo was brought back to earth from his panicking thoughts, with an unpleasant bump. Somebody was moving around in the next room. Yuki's room. Who was it?

At that moment Kyo made up his mind. He would lie. He would somehow make it look like, all night he had been asleep, in his warm bed, and not known a thing about … it. He would wash his hands, wash away the evidence. It was a big risk but it was the only way not to get caught!

At last! I'm sorry that it took so long for me to update. I had writen this chapter ages ago, but I fogot what file name it was saved under, soI couldn't find it! Oh well, I have already writen the next chapter, so all I have to do, is to wait until I think I've got enough reviews! SEE YA!