"Of the thirty-six ways of avoiding disaster, running away is best." Kyo just didn't run fast enough.
Set during chapter thirty-three of manga vol. six.

I don't own Fruits Basket/Furuba

Run by Ransomed Heart

'She saw me...she saw me...she saw me!'

I don't even see the woods as I rush past the trees, blinded by rain and anger and fear. I have to run, have to escape. I can't go back now.

I am panicked, frantic, lost but not really caring where I am anyway. I can't go back, that's really all that matters. She saw my secret, my other self, the part of me I try so desperately to hide. If I loathe my other form so much, then surely she must as well. Who could ever care for such a horrible creature?

'I am worthless. Completely worthless. No one will ever be able to love me...'

I leap up, jumping from branch to branch of the trees around me. My own smell sickens me, the stench of death, of horrible rotting flesh, and not matter how fast I run I can't escape it. Just like how I can't escape myself..

I jump back down and keep running on foot. Puddles are gathering in the downpour, and I slow to look at myself in one. My other form. Is this what I really look like? Perhaps this form shows what my heart looks like. Ugly, deformed, vile, grotesque, disgusting, revolting. The words swirl around in my head, taunting me in my own voice, in Akito's voice, in my own mother's voice.

'The Cat is useless. The Cat doesn't belong. No one look at me. Don't look at me!'

I slash at the puddle, claws cutting deep into the softened earth and shattering the water's image of me. I can't even stand to look at myself, I am so hideous. Shaking with rage, confusion, and torment, I look every bit the horrid creature that my family despises. It is no wonder the Cat is exiled.

I run on. How long have I been out here? Minutes, seconds, hours? Time had stopped for me, I can only keep on moving forward to nothingness. Where can I go? My future has vanished before me, and my past is unwelcoming and cruel. Who can I turn to now?

'The Cat will always end up alone...'

I stop in a small clearing, having put all my energy into running and suddenly finding that I have none left. Panting heavily but still shaking, I feel the silence close in around me like a soft veil.

My ears pick up a sound; soft, stumbling, unsteady footsteps coming in my direction. I curse silently under my breath. I just didn't run fast enough.