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Chapter 9: Aishiteru

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The next days went by slowly for some, quicker for others. Quicker for mostly Kyou. It pained him to have to see everyone moping around, to see his beloved Yuki not even talk to him. He remembered how Yuki had reacted..

It had been bad how his Prince reacted, and it almost ruined his relationship with the one true person who he loved. Everyone but Tohru knew about how Kyou was getting locked up, and everyone was thinking about how to tell the cheerful onigiri...

Kyou sat at the table watching the news, his eyes slightly closed as he waited to hear the loud noises of Yuki falling out of bed, or tripping and falling down the stairs. He hadn't seen Yuki in quite a while. The rat kept himself locked up in his room most of the time.

He wanted to see him, he wanted to see his beloved Prince. The person who meant the most to him, but it was almost as if Yuki was trying to avoid him..

But why would he do this?

"Kyou-kun? Are you okay?"

The door slid open revealing the young girl who had been living with them for quite awhile. Tohru Honda. Her long brown hair was pulled back, long tresses decorated her collar bone. Her large sapphire eyes were wider than usual, her hands were clasped together.

Kyou looked up, picking up the remote and turning the television off. He turned his gaze over towards Tohru and shrugged. He watched as the brunette walked carefully over, taking a seat beside him. He didn't want her pity.

She still didn't know about him getting locked up. Shigure, Hatori, and Akito were the only ones known of his terrible predicament. And now, Yuki also knew...

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The Past

"We'll be friends forever," Kyou said happily as he held hands with the violet haired boy who walked quickly beside him.

"Friends forever," Yuki repeated as a smile crossed his face.

"And nothing will ever tear us apart," Kyou added as his grip on Yuki's hand tightened.

"Even through the fairy tales, we'll always be friends," Yuki said excitedly as they continued to walk through the Main Estate.

As they walked, people would turn and stare. Small smirks on their face as they watched the opposites walk and talk. Walk so close.

It wouldn't be so long before Akito learned.. Before Akito learned of this little 'fling' that they were having.. And when that would happen, everything would be lost..

And they'd never see each other again..

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Yuki sighed as he tapped his pen against the hardwood desk that he was sitting at. His violet colored hair was strewn all over and unbrushed. His bangs were out of place, covering sections of his purple shaded eyes.

He hadn't left his room since Kyou had told him that horrible truth. He had locked Kyou out of his room, forcing the koneko to sleep in his old room all alone. Yuki knew it was a horrible thing to do, but why did this always happen to him.

I want life to be perfect..

He listened carefully to the distinct sounds of the house. Kyou's soft voice talking to Miss Honda, Shigure typing in his room singing some vulgar song that he probably ended up making up in his mind out of boredom.

But it all went wrong..

Yuki pushed away from the desk, standing up as he walked over towards the full length mirror he had placed in the corner of his room. He walked slowly, his body trembling as he reached towards it, looking at the reflection of himself..

And nothing can heal my scars..

His face was paler than the usual creamy color that his face usually sported. His hair was messed and tangled in million of knots.. There was dark distinct rings forming underneath his violet covered eyes. He looked as if he was a ghost..

I am a ghost in this world..

He bit his bottom lip as he tried his best to straighten his clothes to look presentable. He wanted to go down, not care if Miss Honda started freaking about his appearance. He wanted to see Kyou, and he wanted to see him now.

I was born for others pleasures..

The pale skin, the twisted smirk on the man's face as he moved his fingers to brush against Yuki's cold skin. The darkness flooding into the tightly closed room, drowning the happiness that kept the room alive. The black colored hair forming the man's face.. Akito..

I want someone to love..

An image.. The blurred picture of a boy standing in the distance. Orange colored hair blowing in the wind of Yuki's memories, a smile on the boy's face as he raised a tan hand and waved towards the boy. Whispy milk covered fog..

A true person..

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"So what are you saying? So what if you are a tool.."

The cruel voice of his mother echoing inside the empty house. The distinct sound of heavy breathing coming from the small violet haired boy who knelt infront of the angry woman.

Her long black hair reached around her shoulders. Her large pearl earrings hanging from the peirced ear. Her arms were crossed over her lap, a ciggarette in one of her hands as she looked down at Yuki, a small smile forced upon her face.

"You're a tool.."

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"Yuki! Cut that out! Why are you so disobedient! Yuki! I'll hit you!"

The loud scream of his mother as she held tightly onto his wrist, her long red painted nails digging into his pale flesh as she continued to scream.

The small boy dressed in a yukata. His eyes clenched close as he tried to pull away from the angry and violet woman who was before him.

Opening his grey eyes, his gaze turned over to look towards the one person who could have stoppd it. His older brother Ayame..

The silver colored hair resting around the boy's shoulders, his yellow colored eyes staring at his younger brother. And he just walked past, shrugging at the situation and heading towards his room. Leaving his younger brother in pain..

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"Why," Yuki whispered quietly as he pressed his head against the cool wall. He was being selfish again. He wanted the world to revolve around him and only him. He wanted people to love him. He wanted everything to be perfect.

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"Stupid cat," Hatsuharu mumbled as he walked through the large amount of bushes. Twigs clung to his black and white hair as he tried to find his way to Shigure's house. His long white colored coat now had mud stains decorating the lower half of the outfit.

Trying to steal Yuki away..

Why can't he see the pain..

The sun was high in the sky, leaving just a small chunk of light into the forest. His grey eyes slightly narrowed as he pushed through the branches of a large tree. Reaching a path, he gladly began to walk upon the dry dirt.

It took only minutes before he reached Shigure's house. Running a finger through his tangled hair, he made his way down the steep hill and up to the thin paper sliding door. Kicking his boots off at the front, he slid the door open without knocking and walking in.

He could hear Tohru's cry as he walked into the living room, grabbing the orange haired boy by the collar and slamming him into the wall. He pressed his knee into the koneko's chest, his eyes narrowing as he watched the cat struggle.

Kicking his feet up, Kyou easily pushed Hatsuharu away from him. He gulped in air as he ran forward, fist raised. That stupid ox loved Yuki, and Kyou knew that this boy thought he was just using his precious Prince..

Why would he do that anyways?

"Please don't get hurt!" Tohru cried, her hands clasped together infront of her as tears streamed down her pale cheeks.

Her voice was only a memory as the two boys fought. Neither one giving up, and both giving all force into the fight..

"You're not good enough.."

"You're the stupid cat.."

"You don't deserve it.."

The loud taunting of the ox burnt into the koneko's system raising his anger even more than it was already. Kyou threw punches, threw kicks.

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His grey eyes narrowed, he leaned against the doorframe watching the two boys fight. It was actually quite amusing to see them fighting over someone, especially himself. Yuki ran a finger through his hair as he watched.

It amazed him how the two would fight over him so he continued to watch as the two faught, oblivious to him watching.

"Stop!"

The two boys stopped fighting. Frozen in time, they both quickly turned, their gazes still slightly narrowed. Both faces lit up once they saw Yuki.

"Yuki!"

Scamper, scamper..

Prance..

Tug, tug..

Haru scampered over, a smile upon his face as he grabbed onto the Prince's sleeve.

Kyou stood there, his eyes wide as he looked at his Prince who was slowly fading away. His skin was pure white, his eyes slightly narrowed and dark bags lined the boy's eyes.

"Hello, Haru," Yuki said, slightly annoyed as he looked over towards Kyou who stood still, his eyes wide as he looked at him. "Hello Kyou.."

"H-hey.."

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Later That Day

"Yuki, I'm really sorry," Kyou whispered as the two boys sat in the living room at the table, watching the news that was playing on the television.

"It's okay," Yuki mumbled, his hands held up his head as he bit his bottom lip, trying his best not to look up at Kyou. He knew he would probably end up breaking out in tears again.

"I'm sorry I brought you into this.."

"I said it's okay.."

Kyou rose an eyebrow as he watched the violet haired boy infront of him. When he last spoke, Yuki had sounded a bit more... angrier than usual?

"Are you angry at me?" Kyou asked quietly, quietly wishing for the answer to be a no..

"It's not your fault, Kyou. Can we please change the topic," Yuki whispered as he looked up, careful not to turn his gaze upon the orange head who sat across from him.

"Fine.."

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"Everything is working out perfectly," Akito whispered quietly as he lay on his porch, his yukata sliding off his shoulder like how it usually did. A white bird stood perched upon his pale finger, chirping cheerfully as it looked towards the sick 19 year old boy.

"Yuki will soon come back to me... And everything will be back to normal.."

He spoke softly, careful not to scare the bird that he held upon his finger. He twitched his finger a bit, began to laugh as the bird moved to fly away. He grabbed it, pressing hard into it's neck, only stopping once he heard the crack.

The bird gave one last chirp before falling down on the ground..

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long!