Disclaimer: If I owned Fruits Basket I'd... I'd... I'd... I'd... (-kicks the record player- Sorry... it's broken.) I'd... I'd... I'd...

-Gasp- It looks like our dear Hatsuharu has finally discovered his feelings! Or... has he? It occured to me after writing chapter eleven how very evil I have been to all of you. It's been eleven chapters, and Haru still hasn't admitted that he had feelings four our kitty... and that the suspense must be killing you all. And let me tell you, it's hard to get Haru to subdue to this, even harder than it is to get Kyo to subdue to anything!

But... has Haru given into his feelings?

Oh! And about all you people out there who are thinking; "... Yuki's so out of character. Let's kill Dyeh." or all you Yuki lovers. Yes, I know he's extreme, sadistic and evil... but if I made him normal, he'd be boring, and then the plot would turn boring, and then you'd be bored and stop reading. To just put it plainly; I know he's over the top, I was thinking the exact same thing as many of you while writing it... hey there's a tic on my leg! Damn Shigure needs tic treatment again!

Anyways. For all you people wanting more Black Haru... here he is... out to play!

Enjoy, and please review n.n!

Chapter Twelve; I Don't Feel That Way!

Momiji threw a pillow at Haru's head – of course, he hadn't meant it, but it was either Haru's head or the heater, and the last thing he wanted was a house fire. The rabbit giggled as the cow picked up the pillow.

Yes, it seemed that Hatsuharu and Momiji were still young enough to enjoy slumber parties.

Ignoring Momiji's silent fit of giggles, Haru positioned himself more comfortably on his mattress, before crossing his arms behind his head. Truth be told, the only reason he was sleeping in the same room with Momiji was because the rabbit had enough sense to get Hatori to invest in a heater.

"You should really get a heater, Haru!" Momiji said, as if reading the cows mind. He looked out at the falling snow – it had to be the first snow of the year. "Not that I don't mind sleepovers! Nyeh, Haru, let's play truth or dare!"

"We're too old." Haru stated, sending Momiji into a fake fit of uncontrollable tears that eventually won Haru over. "... Fine." Momiji shut up. "But I'm asking first."

"Okay!" The rabbit said happily, sitting cross legged on his bed so he could see Haru properly. "Hrm... Truth!"

"I didn't even ask the question yet."

"Truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuth!"

"Okay, okay." He paused, wondering exactly what to ask Momiji – when the thought hit him. What had happened between him and Kyo that the students (and teachers) at school wouldn't shut up about? "What..." Momiji leant in to hear what Haru was saying, seeing as the volume of his voice had fallen to an almost whisper. "What... happened between Kyo and me at school? You know... the thing that everybody's always talking about? You were there, I know you were."

"Oh, that?" Momiji asked as if it were nothing; "You just kissed him."

"I WHAT?" Haru screamed – probably waking up more than just one person at the main house.

Kyo was cold. His blanket just wasn't sufficient for the snow – that, by the way was early. So, he doubled his blanket over and curled up into a ball, until he realised that his feet were getting cold, so he undoubled his blanket, and, as a result, his whole body became cold again. Cursing, the cat got up to fetch and extra jumper from his chest of draws, shivering as his feet connected with the cold floor. Why he didn't have carpet on his floor was beyond him.

But... the cold wasn't the only reason he wasn't able to sleep. Kyo had been having barely any sleep lately, Haru being the main thing on his mind as per usual. The conversation he had had with Shigure was bothering him, but he wasn't sure why. And, for some reason, Kyo had been going over all the various ways to tell Haru that he liked him in that retrospect and he discovered that it wasn't as easy as Kagura made it out to be.

Kyo sighed, pulling the jumper over his head. Boy was he going to sleep through class tomorrow...

Haru had gaped the entire way through Momiji's retelling of the actual events. He'd... kissed... Kyo... in front of EVERYBODY? No wonder they were saying such annoying things about him at school! Haru... technically Black Haru... had... he'd... Haru didn't know how to explain what he'd done.

"I just presumed you liked each other." Momiji said happily, tilting his head at the horrified look on Hatsuharu's face. He grinned; "And, by the way you pair were going at it... or you were going at it... I presume you do?"

Haru was silent. If that was true... that would explain all the dreams... it would explain everything... but... Haru would not believe it. Haru did not feel that way about Kyo.

"No." Haru said flatly, pushing down the gut feeling he had; "I do not feel that way about Kyo in the least. I must have mistaken him for Yuki in a blind rage."

"Oh..."

Kyo didn't know he was walking into a death trap. He was walking with his hands in his pockets down the hall way at school – like he did everyday when he'd forgotten his things for Mathematics – on the way to the Principals Office, to explain why he yet again didn't have anything to show the teacher.

He didn't know that a very, very pissed of Black Haru was walking directly towards him.

In fact, our dense Kyo didn't notice until it was too late.

"Here, kitty, kitty..."

Kyo's head jerked up, and his hands flung up in front of him in a reflex motion as Black Haru – ready to vent all his anger on the cat in a rather intimate way – advanced rather quickly on Kyo, backing him into a corner – or... to be more specific, the same broom cupboard that Yuki had hidden in chapter eight, that was open because some idiot student – or janitor – had forgotten to lock it... or shut it for that matter.

So, Black Haru took the liberty too, but only after he and Kyo were both inside it. Kyo's defensive hands bumped against Haru's chest.

"Miss me?" Haru asked, bringing up his own hands to catch the cats, which relaxed in the cow's grip. Unfortunately for Black Haru, Kyo seemed to realise his mistake, and tensed them again, glaring at the cow.

"No." He replied flatly.

"Liar." Black Haru replied, wasting no time in kissing the cat. Not surprisingly, Kyo's tenseness relaxed under the cow, who simply grinned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around 'his' cat. He bit Kyo's bottom lip, causing the cat to gasp out in reply – which of course left an opening for Haru to deepen the kiss.

Kyo's hands grabbed the cows shirt, although this time he didn't push Haru away... he pulled him closer, and began to kiss back. Not that he knew what he was doing, but, if Black Haru had comments about his performance, they weren't voiced.

"Because," Black Haru said finally, pulling away from Kyo's mouth to kiss his chin, moving down his neck; "I know that I missed you."

It felt good. Nothing in Kyo's life had felt better than the moment he was experiencing right now, the moment he'd been wanting to experience for a long time – ever since the dreams... the feelings. Kyo knew for certain that he felt that way about Haru... and only have Black Haru wasn't so bad... was it?

Kyo hardly noticed the fact that Haru's hands had worked half his buttons undone, and he only realised that because Haru captured the cats mouth for the second time in the session, his hands moving to touch Kyo's bare chest. However, abrubtly...

Black Haru stopped. Or, to be specific, White Haru stopped. Having just come too, White pulled frantically away from the cat; staring at him up and down. Kyo had... pink marks on his neck and... his shirt was... half off? Why did he seem slightly worn out? Why... were Kyo's hands attached to his shirt?

Haru squeaked. What had he done?