Ch 2 of Freitod.

The next morning, though, did not go as they all planned. When Shigure came downstairs, Kyou was still in his cat form. He looked terrible, lazily draped in Shigure's arms. He looked as if he was ill, eyes half closed, looking tiredly out of glassy, yet dull eyes. If Yuki didn't know any better, he would say the cat didn't get any sleep at all after what had happened. But what HAD happened? That question still remained and it was pissing him off.

"Shigure?" He asked softly, walking over to him and looking down at the orange ball of fluff in his arms. Shigure gently put Kyou in Yuki's arms, which surprised both he, and Tohru as Kyou did not fight.

"I need to see Hatori, and I might need to call Kazuma, so I'll be gone today." The dog said softly. "Please take the best care of Kyou." And with that, he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

Now he knew something was definitely wrong. He smiled, despite himself and gently stroked the cats head. He knew about all the pain that Kyou had gone through and, for the longest time, he had never cared, had laughed, but now, after Tohru had found out about his other form, he found his feelings changing towards his cousin. He didn't know what was happening yet; if he was beginning to want Kyou as a friend, or something else, perhaps? He was just as confused about that, as he was with Kyou's condition now.

And why hadn't Kyou changed back into his human form yet? Was it that bad? Was it..... that he didn't want to change back? He looked down at the poor cat in his arms as he sat, cross-legged, and put the cat into his lap. He began stroking the soft fur of his head and back again with one hand, and ate with his other. He even offered some fish to Kyou, who took it slowly. He sighed softly. It was strange, babying Kyou like this. It..... it actually felt kind of nice. He didn't notice, but Tohru smiled from the other side of the table, got up slowly and took her dirty dishes with her. She didn't come back, she wanted Yuki to have some time alone with Kyou, perhaps for the better.

"What's wrong with you, Kyou?" He asked softly, still petting him. "I'm..... I'm worried about you." The cat in his lap slowly raised his head, shocked that Yuki would say such a thing. But he didn't talk, he just looked at him sadly. When their eyes met, the dream flashed back in his mind and he hissed, burying his head into Yuki's stomach. He felt tears welling up into his eyes. He didn't want to kill Yuki!

"Oh, Kyou....." He pet him some more, sighing and lifting him, laying back and setting him on his chest. "How come you won't talk? What happened?"

No, he couldn't tell him that he had a dream. He'd think it was stupid, he'd think it was so weak of him to go into such a depression over something like that. But... if only he could have seen the dream! If only he knew how much his real form hurt him! He just laid there, eyes still half closed, looking depressed and sapped of his energy. He didn't feel like talking, he didn't feel like facing the others anymore. He just wanted to run away and hide forever. He just wanted to die.

This brought tears again, gods he was weak! He clenched his eyes shut, hoping to make them disappear, only to squeeze a tear out to role down his furry cheek. To his surprise, a warm finger came and wiped it away. He eased his eyes open and looked up, seeing Yuki, smiling warmly and he relaxed, sighing. Perhaps he should tell him? Maybe he'd understand? No, no, not after that incident on the roof, right? But he was being so nice right now, how could he not understand? Yuki was never like this towards him.

"It's alright. I don't want to force it out of you, I guess. I do want to know what's wrong though. I know I'm not acting like myself right now, and it might seem weird but..... people are always different when they're worried. Kyou, I know you bare the curse of that cat, does that have something to do with this?"

How did he know!? How could he guess so easily? He looked away from the piercing eyes of the rat as he brought himself up into a sitting position on his chest.

"It does, doesn't it? I thought it was all over once Tohru told you she accepted you... but I guess I was wrong. But then again, I guess I shouldn't have assumed. After all, it is really hard to have the curse of the cat, and I know Akito... and myself, haven't made it any... easier."

Kyou was so shocked, yet happy that Yuki was talking to him like this. Yuki was accepting him as well, and trying to help him no less! He looked at him again.

"It's... ok." The orange fluff said finally. Yuki sat up so fast he nearly knocked Kyou off him, catching him just in time and pulling him into his arms.

"Sorry, I was just shocked to hear you talk."

"Stupid rat." Both of them knew he didn't mean it. And, Yuki found himself laughing suddenly, laughing at the poor sounding insult. Kyou, though, was still extremely lifeless, his usual frisky manner drained, almost completely.

The rat of the zodiac stood, taking the cute orange cat with him. He offered to take him onto the roof where he would be warmed by the sun. Kyou, at first, thought it would be a good idea, but after the previous night, with the knife, and... he just didn't know. Perhaps it wasn't such a great idea?

The two ended up on the roof anyways, and Yuki found it was actually very rejuvenating. Kyou found his self able to sit on his own, and he felt more energized, but he still wouldn't change back. Yet, unfortunately, he was far from being his normal self, though some of his spunk had returned. He sat upon Yuki's chest as they bathed in the sun together on the warm tiles of the roof.

"Yuki..?" Kyou asked softly. The rat looked up with half lidded eyes, tired, himself, from being exposed to the warm sun.

"Hmm?"

"...Where is Tohru?" The cat asked. This wasn't the actual question he wanted to ask. He wanted to tell him about his dream, and tell him how real it felt. He could still remember the blood everywhere; on the walls, the floor, on HIM. He almost hiccupped in pain with the memory, but managed to suppress the awful feeling enough.

"Oh, Honda-san is worried too. I was eating with her this morning... She probably went out. In fact, I... I don't know where she went..."

"You don't know where she went? Kuso nezumi." The insult was far from heartfelt again, they both knew this.

"No... "he admitted, rather sheepishly. "Kyou..."

"What?"

"Hurry up and change back, ok?" Yuki said, softly, almost inaudibly.

The cat stared for a while, wondering what he meant by this. He was unable to tell what the rat was thinking, what he was planning. "Yeah..." The orange cat replied. And that's exactly what happened, much to both of their surprise.

The naked, orange haired boy looked down upon the other, and blinked. For a long while they just stared at each other, and then got completely red. Kyou quickly rolled off of him, his bare skin feeling the warm tile.

"Um... I should go down and get some clothes..." The cat said, quickly dodging out of Yuki's vision. Since when had he become so... so... modest? It was really very strange. He didn't know why he was acting this way... like... a giddy school girl. The thought made him cringe. Was he no better than that Yuki fan club at school? He shuddered to think...

Swinging down through his window, he tumbled and stood, searches through some clothes, and pulled his choice on. Sighing, he looked at himself in the mirror. His face was pale and there were bags under his eyes, his hair was ruffled and messy, and all the while, his red eyes seemed dull... That red he'd gotten so complimented many a time by others before, now cursed him; made him think of the blood that was never really on his hands.

He found his gaze traveling down to them now, gazing at the lines that made up his fingerprint, his palm, and his wrist.

When he looked back up, into the mirror, he screamed.

A scream.

A very loud scream.

And that's when Yuki was up and off the roof in seconds, swinging into the cats window, ready for some sort of sign of pain, or anything. But what he found was Kyou huddled in a corner, and a broken mirror. There were pieces everywhere. Had he cut himself?

Even if he had, he knew that wasn't the case. The seemingly small cat boy lay in the corner, shaking, and holding his head. Bloodied were his knuckles and forearm, and, by the looks of it, Yuki concluded that he'd smashed the mirror. But for what cause?

"Kyou?"

The boy stoped moving. Concerned, Yuki took a step forward, knelt down, and reached out, touching Kyou's shoulder. The cat boy hissed softly, but made no move to harm Yuki.

"Don't look at me." Kyou hissed.

"Why? I don't understand."

"Don't look at me!"

Yuki instantly knew what had gone on.

Kyou had seen his true self in that mirror some how.

Scythe: WOOOO that took FOREVER to get out, wouldn't you say? The truth is I lost interest in it, and forgot about it, until I got my most recent review, and started writing again. Thank him/her for that XDD. ANywho, hoped you like it. I'm sort of adding some new things in now, since I kind of forgot where I was going with this, but I made up something new, and probably better XD, so keep reading.