Well, it seems everyone is enjoying my rather demented KyoXYukiXAkito threesome thing... Makes me happy. Anyway...I warn you now...Chapter 3 is MAJOR CLIFFHANGER! Just cause I'm feeling mean. - Anyway, please RR and no flames...I like this fic too much. Oh! And thanks to everyone for reviewing! I love you all!

DISCLAIMER: Yeah...I don't own Fruits Basket...I'm far behind on both the manga and the anime itself...-.-;;; I'm a disgrace...::Turns to pout::

Chapter 3: Between Us

It was hard enough having to pretend not to cry as I informed Shigure of my choice, but to hear his voice fill with fear was what brought more tears to my eyes. I had shown my elder cousin nothing more then a bitter facade, and still, he cares for me and what will happen while I stay in the domain of the leader of the Sohma house, Akito. During our entire conversation, I asked about Yuki several times, and he gave me the same answer each time, as if longing to ease my troubled mind.

"He's fine, Kyo. Don't worry yourself." I knew he wasn't lying, because I sensed the wave of relief splash over him when he found out Yuki was okay, not scarred like Hatori and not damaged like Momiji or Hiro. "And, don't worry, Kyo. Yuki will never know about what's going on." He said reassuringly.

I wrinkled my nose in slight confusion before asking, "What are you going to tell him?"

"What else?" I heard the humor in his voice as I could picture that coy smile dancing upon his lips. I could just picture how he was standing as well, his lean frame hidden by that olive green kimono, left hand on his hip while the right gripped the phone loosely, that stupid smile plastered on his pale face. His bangs would hang lazily in front of his lively hazel eyes, that stupid dog, always having that look of contentment on his face. "That your stubborn self went to train some more so you could finally beat him." He chuckled softly as I did. It was believable, the story of my life. Ever since my days as a child, I lived to beat Yuki. The ongoing game of cat and mouse now seems to me as wasted years of hatred, and I wish I could tell him that. What would that accomplish? Absolutely nothing, so I just keep my mouth shut. My reminiscing was interrupted by Shigure's voice speaking softly. "Kyo?"

"Hmm?"

"Just be careful, okay?" I could tell he was trying to cheer me up with his playful humor. "I don't need two cousins in the hospital." Again, he chuckled, and I know he was smiling, which caused me to smile as best I could, for I knew that lurking in the shadows was the warden, the sentinel with the cold, cynical eyes.

"Yeah, sure." I replied, regretfully hanging up the phone, my only connection to the outside world. Once he knew that my link to the outside was severed, he made his appearance known, sliding his lanky figure through the doorway. I never realized how skinny he was, how his kimono sat perfectly on his skin, fitting every curve on his delicate body. His icy eyes never left me, though it was odd that I would know a fact like that, as I looked down the entire time. I could never look Akito in the eye without feeling all of hell freeze over in his gaze. With sleek, slow movements, he stepped towards me, my whole body paralyzed from head to toe. My breathing slowed as he approached me, reaching forth a sickeningly slender hand towards my face, stroking his skeletal fingers down my sweat-drenched cheek. With each time his frosty fingers would part from, and return to my cheek, I could feel myself transforming. I could feel my body, my heart, my soul transform from the vicious, rabid cat I made myself out to be, to Akito's lap cat, one who would loyally lay by his side and purr as fragile fingers would stroke just the right spot above my left ear. It was an eerie fate I imagined for myself, and now, I could only hope that I was over imagining the situation at hand, and that he would release me without harm.

"So," I heard his soft voice speak as the words slithered out without trouble. I always found the way he spoke interesting, how he never stumbled over his words, like liquid, his words flowed out so effortlessly. It was peculiar, as if he, like his speech, had no flaws. "How is Yuki?" I could feel myself trying to speak, but nothing would come out. I felt my lips quiver, but no sound could be heard. "Well? Come now, Kyo. I'm just as concerned as you are. How is he?"

"F-fine." I finally stammered out. As odd as it sounds, I could sense him chuckle. He must have loved the sight of me unable to come up with a witty retort or a foul insult. "Shigure said he should be out of the hospital in a few days."

After a short pause, he continued petting my cheek, slowly moving up to caress a tuff of my hair. Chills ran down my spine as he fingered each fiery tress with such delicate care. "That's good." He seemed to hum softly as he viciously and unexpectedly pulled me in, planting his pale, lethal lips again my own, filling my mouth with his taste. He tasted of death, cold and bitter. His tongue explored my territory with such curiosity, and yet, I had not the strength to pull away. My body fell weak as he pulled my frame into his, running his free hand down my waist and grasping my hip firmly, possessively. For such a frail looking man, he had strength, as he continued to invade me. With widened eyes, I was only an innocent bystander as I watched my innocence drifting away. At that moment, all my hopes and dreams shattered, only because I was saving that kiss for Yuki.

He released me after a few torturous moments of the fervent embrace our lips held. He eyed me with a satisfied gleam in his dark eyes.

"Why didn't you pull back?" He seemed to snarl, as if he were angry that I allowed him to have his way with me. I could see it his eyes, in his soul, that he liked violence of any kind, in love or in hate. I was frozen, I couldn't speak. I soon started to ask myself the same question. Why didn't I pull away? I could have, Akito being as slender and somewhat frail as he is. I trained in the mountains for three months and I couldn't push him away. Maybe...I didn't want to..?

No! No! Push that idea out of my mind...that kiss was stolen from me, dammit! Stolen...taken from me. I peer up at Akito, and much to his chagrin, I said nothing. My lips seem to be paralyzed, the stinging sensation from the bruising force of his kiss taking its toll. I could hear his breathing escalate ever so slightly, and I knew that my silence had upset him. My mind scrambled, trying to piece together even but a few words to create a lousy excuse on why I didn't pull away. The answer I came up with was the last thing I ever wanted to say to him.

"Because, I wanted it."

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::Avoids flaming plushies:: I'm sorry! You'll just have to wait a bit, okay? ::Looks up:: I'll try not to take too long, I promise. Until next time, ja!