Genres: Drama/romance/?
Warning: contains shonen/seinen-ai. If you find this offensive, then don't read this (yes, it's as simple as that)! Plus the story contains elements concerning prostitution.
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Takaya Natsuki.
Rating: PG-13, might go up to R (but I doubt it, well, who knows)
A/N: Helloooooo. Thanks for the reviews. I've often wondered: why do Fruits Basket and yaoi go together so well? Well, most of the main characters are male (and good looking at that.) PLUS their condition makes it impossible for them to hug women. Now isn't that just an invitation to yaoi fics? Anyhow, I'm looking for a beta-reader, so if anyone's interested or just wants info, please e-mail me.
"Black Boudoir" Chapter Eight
"Damn!" Kyo said out loud. He needed to clarify things with Uo.
A half an hour later he stood in front of the supermarket's doors. He went in and saw Uo half asleep at the cash register. He went up to her and shook her.
"Get your bloody hands off of me!" she yelled, and then, recognizing her assailant said "Oh, so you did wake up, and it's not even twelve. I'm impressed."
"Uo, I'm sorry about last night. I need to talk to you." he said tersely.
"I would hope so, I've been expecting some kind of explanation." She answered dryly.
" No, it's not about being drunk, which I wasn't. Can't you leave, this is urgent!" he pressed on.
Uotani looked at him. His expression was sincere, his hair tousled, his shirt on back to front. He really did seem distressed. 'What's more' she thought ' he doesn't sound like he has a hangover.' She shrugged this information away.
" I'm sorry, I have to work. My shift doesn't end before five." She said, shrugging.
Kyo's temper was starting to flare. Uotani was usually understanding, or at least she listened to him when he needed it. Now she was being stubborn. This concerned her as well. Albeit indirectly, but it would affect her all the same. Damn it, why did she have to be so stubborn?
" Damn it Yankee! Listen to me." He yelled.
Uo looked taken a back. He hadn't called her Yankee since they had moved in together. Although she wasn't ashamed of her past, she didn't like being called that. After all she had done for him, he had to be such a selfish pig.
"Alright. Talk." She said coolly " I'll give you five minutes."
"What?" Kyo yelled in disbelief.
"Your time is running out." Uo said with a cold glare at him.
"This is all I get?" he continued, temper rising.
" Four minutes and thirty seconds." Uo said.
" Alright." Kyo said, trying to calm his nerves. " I went to the "White lily" last night. I wanted to know more about and meet my relatives. Shigure took me to the clan head who drugged me and asked me to moved there and work for him. I have to decide today, and even if I say no, he'll force me to work there."
He had let it all out in one breath. Uotani just looked at him, eyes wide in disbelief. She recovered, and looked at the floor to her left. He breathing changed. When she looked up at Kyo, her eyes were red and glistening.
"I don't believe you." Her answer was simple and sharp.
Kyo stared in disbelief. His ally had just betrayed him.
"Why Kyo? Why do you feel you need to lie to me?" she said softly.
"Kuso." He muttered under his breath. "I'll see you around then." He said.
Looking around, he snatched a bottle of brandy, looked through his pockets and slammed the money down in front of Uo. He hastily walked out of the store. He couldn't believe it! What was her problem? Of course what he said sounded odd. Of course she was jealous, but this was Uo for heaven's sake! She normally didn't behave like this. From the start he had known that she had hated being lied to, but she had never acted this way when confronted with what she thought was one. It was just so unlike her to act like this. 'Like a damn woman' his mind said. ' She is a woman!' he thought back. 'But, maybe I always took it for granted that she wasn't a very feminine one.' He thought, slowing his pace. He headed home.
He practically ripped off his shoes, tossed them in the corner and slumped on the bed. Opening the brandy, he took a long swig and then coughed. He had never liked booze, and rarely drank. Of the two, Uo was the one with the unhealthy habits. He put the cork back into the bottle and lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He was to meet Akito again, today. The memory of the sickening fumes made him gag. His mind urged him not to go, but somehow, there was a sense of duty that overpowered his will to disobey. He felt drawn to that room again. He knew now, why Shigure had said that no one could disobey Akito: he was just as intoxicating as the fumes from the burning sticks in his room.
Shigure. As Kyo looked at the white ceiling, it became a canvas, on which he spread his thoughts. Sigure's kimono. He would have felt so lost, hadn't it been for that cloth and it's warmth. Kyo pictured Shigure's face again. They way he always smiled. He realised that all the smiles he had seen had something false about them. 'What does he look like when he really smiles?' he asked himself. 'Beautiful' the twisted part of his subconscious answered. There was that dreaded warmth creeping into the pit of his stomach again.
"What am I thinking?" he asked himself aloud.
He went over to the bathroom and ran water over his hands and slowly lifted them up to his face. He caught his mirror image and stopped to look at it, the tap still running. He had dark bags under his eyes and looked paler than usual. His hair was extra messy. As if waking up, he turned the tap off when the overflowing water from the sink splashed onto his feet. He pulled the plug. 'Shigure must be washing constantly.' He thought. 'If I get roped into this, will I end up like him? But how can I? Akito has no one he can use to force me to join him.' He thought. He knew he was wrong though. A mental image of Shigure's face appeared before his eyes. 'But, Akito wouldn't hurt Shigure, would he?' he questioned himself.
* * *
Shigure was sitting in the café where he had told Kyo to come before his meeting with Akito. He was worried about Kyo. He couldn't possibly let the boy be abused by that monster. Yet, there wasn't much he could do. And why was he so worried anyway? True, he and Kyo were related, but it would lighten his personal workload: the boy was good looking. 'Good looking' Shigure thought over. Yes, he had looked at Kyo, noticed how he blushed when he mentioned his work. 'naïve' he thought. 'Yet, I would give anything to be as naïve.' he thought. There was beauty in the boy's naivety (A/N: no idea if that word exists in English, I just used an anglo-saxon sounding version of the french "naiveté". Please forgive me if it's wrong.) Something Shigure would never have 'and probably never had.' He thought. He thought back to last night. Kyo had gripped his collar, causing his yukata to open slightly, he had looked back and seen Kyo, walking with his eyes closed, his knuckles white as if he were holding on to the dog's garment for dear life. He felt his chest tighten. What was that feeling? He tried hard to remember it, and tried to wave away that feeling once he had found who it reminded him of: Kyoko Honda.
End of chapter eight.
I know this was short. I felt like writing, but I'd rather not overdo it (my writing deteriorates when I'm tired as you'll have noticed in the last chapter.) Review please. -- Isabelle --
Warning: contains shonen/seinen-ai. If you find this offensive, then don't read this (yes, it's as simple as that)! Plus the story contains elements concerning prostitution.
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Takaya Natsuki.
Rating: PG-13, might go up to R (but I doubt it, well, who knows)
A/N: Helloooooo. Thanks for the reviews. I've often wondered: why do Fruits Basket and yaoi go together so well? Well, most of the main characters are male (and good looking at that.) PLUS their condition makes it impossible for them to hug women. Now isn't that just an invitation to yaoi fics? Anyhow, I'm looking for a beta-reader, so if anyone's interested or just wants info, please e-mail me.
"Black Boudoir" Chapter Eight
"Damn!" Kyo said out loud. He needed to clarify things with Uo.
A half an hour later he stood in front of the supermarket's doors. He went in and saw Uo half asleep at the cash register. He went up to her and shook her.
"Get your bloody hands off of me!" she yelled, and then, recognizing her assailant said "Oh, so you did wake up, and it's not even twelve. I'm impressed."
"Uo, I'm sorry about last night. I need to talk to you." he said tersely.
"I would hope so, I've been expecting some kind of explanation." She answered dryly.
" No, it's not about being drunk, which I wasn't. Can't you leave, this is urgent!" he pressed on.
Uotani looked at him. His expression was sincere, his hair tousled, his shirt on back to front. He really did seem distressed. 'What's more' she thought ' he doesn't sound like he has a hangover.' She shrugged this information away.
" I'm sorry, I have to work. My shift doesn't end before five." She said, shrugging.
Kyo's temper was starting to flare. Uotani was usually understanding, or at least she listened to him when he needed it. Now she was being stubborn. This concerned her as well. Albeit indirectly, but it would affect her all the same. Damn it, why did she have to be so stubborn?
" Damn it Yankee! Listen to me." He yelled.
Uo looked taken a back. He hadn't called her Yankee since they had moved in together. Although she wasn't ashamed of her past, she didn't like being called that. After all she had done for him, he had to be such a selfish pig.
"Alright. Talk." She said coolly " I'll give you five minutes."
"What?" Kyo yelled in disbelief.
"Your time is running out." Uo said with a cold glare at him.
"This is all I get?" he continued, temper rising.
" Four minutes and thirty seconds." Uo said.
" Alright." Kyo said, trying to calm his nerves. " I went to the "White lily" last night. I wanted to know more about and meet my relatives. Shigure took me to the clan head who drugged me and asked me to moved there and work for him. I have to decide today, and even if I say no, he'll force me to work there."
He had let it all out in one breath. Uotani just looked at him, eyes wide in disbelief. She recovered, and looked at the floor to her left. He breathing changed. When she looked up at Kyo, her eyes were red and glistening.
"I don't believe you." Her answer was simple and sharp.
Kyo stared in disbelief. His ally had just betrayed him.
"Why Kyo? Why do you feel you need to lie to me?" she said softly.
"Kuso." He muttered under his breath. "I'll see you around then." He said.
Looking around, he snatched a bottle of brandy, looked through his pockets and slammed the money down in front of Uo. He hastily walked out of the store. He couldn't believe it! What was her problem? Of course what he said sounded odd. Of course she was jealous, but this was Uo for heaven's sake! She normally didn't behave like this. From the start he had known that she had hated being lied to, but she had never acted this way when confronted with what she thought was one. It was just so unlike her to act like this. 'Like a damn woman' his mind said. ' She is a woman!' he thought back. 'But, maybe I always took it for granted that she wasn't a very feminine one.' He thought, slowing his pace. He headed home.
He practically ripped off his shoes, tossed them in the corner and slumped on the bed. Opening the brandy, he took a long swig and then coughed. He had never liked booze, and rarely drank. Of the two, Uo was the one with the unhealthy habits. He put the cork back into the bottle and lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He was to meet Akito again, today. The memory of the sickening fumes made him gag. His mind urged him not to go, but somehow, there was a sense of duty that overpowered his will to disobey. He felt drawn to that room again. He knew now, why Shigure had said that no one could disobey Akito: he was just as intoxicating as the fumes from the burning sticks in his room.
Shigure. As Kyo looked at the white ceiling, it became a canvas, on which he spread his thoughts. Sigure's kimono. He would have felt so lost, hadn't it been for that cloth and it's warmth. Kyo pictured Shigure's face again. They way he always smiled. He realised that all the smiles he had seen had something false about them. 'What does he look like when he really smiles?' he asked himself. 'Beautiful' the twisted part of his subconscious answered. There was that dreaded warmth creeping into the pit of his stomach again.
"What am I thinking?" he asked himself aloud.
He went over to the bathroom and ran water over his hands and slowly lifted them up to his face. He caught his mirror image and stopped to look at it, the tap still running. He had dark bags under his eyes and looked paler than usual. His hair was extra messy. As if waking up, he turned the tap off when the overflowing water from the sink splashed onto his feet. He pulled the plug. 'Shigure must be washing constantly.' He thought. 'If I get roped into this, will I end up like him? But how can I? Akito has no one he can use to force me to join him.' He thought. He knew he was wrong though. A mental image of Shigure's face appeared before his eyes. 'But, Akito wouldn't hurt Shigure, would he?' he questioned himself.
* * *
Shigure was sitting in the café where he had told Kyo to come before his meeting with Akito. He was worried about Kyo. He couldn't possibly let the boy be abused by that monster. Yet, there wasn't much he could do. And why was he so worried anyway? True, he and Kyo were related, but it would lighten his personal workload: the boy was good looking. 'Good looking' Shigure thought over. Yes, he had looked at Kyo, noticed how he blushed when he mentioned his work. 'naïve' he thought. 'Yet, I would give anything to be as naïve.' he thought. There was beauty in the boy's naivety (A/N: no idea if that word exists in English, I just used an anglo-saxon sounding version of the french "naiveté". Please forgive me if it's wrong.) Something Shigure would never have 'and probably never had.' He thought. He thought back to last night. Kyo had gripped his collar, causing his yukata to open slightly, he had looked back and seen Kyo, walking with his eyes closed, his knuckles white as if he were holding on to the dog's garment for dear life. He felt his chest tighten. What was that feeling? He tried hard to remember it, and tried to wave away that feeling once he had found who it reminded him of: Kyoko Honda.
End of chapter eight.
I know this was short. I felt like writing, but I'd rather not overdo it (my writing deteriorates when I'm tired as you'll have noticed in the last chapter.) Review please. -- Isabelle --