Disclaimer This is a Fruits Basket fanfic, I own the FIC not the actual SERIES. If I did it would have been much darker with HaruxKyo sex in it.
Mild Warning I might have lime or lemon chapters in this, it has yet to be decided. If I do the rating might be changed or I'll just put up a warning for that particular chapter. I'll also be as kind as to make it so that if you don't read that particular chapter you wouldn't be missing much plot.
-...- are memories.
Chapter 4
Kyou was restless, he needed to move around. Hatori had finally decided that it would be best to stop placing him on those damn drugs, so now he had at least /some/ energy to move around and considering he had to hobble with a damn crutch being careful of his ribs, leg and slung up arm he needed all the energy he could get. He was /so/ looking forward to the end of the week where he could just go home with Kazuma. Unlike Shigure's stuffed house, Kazuma's was fairly empty and had no stairs for him to climb. Not to mentioned he would be getting to spend time with the father that he looked up to, it was a nice little plus that after the casts got off he would have free access to the dojo and training equipment. Then he could get off of the stupid heart medication and then he could live his stupid life like this whole stupid thing never happened.
He stopped in his meager attempts at going down the hall, an odd static crackling sound coming from the radios and tvs behind the large double glass doors of a reception area. The noise was almost as annoying as the damn music box that he's managed to filter out with much practice. Looking around, he found the long white halls to be empty. With a grunt he entered the waiting room, with a little effort he turned off all the contraptions; relaxing into a sigh when it was finally quiet once more. The little exercise had taken a lot more out of him than he had anticipated, especially all of that careful balancing of reaching over his head while trying not to fall over. He glared at the two suspended TVs with distaste. He was never one for TV, he rather be outside with his own thoughts than watch something that someone put little effort into filming, or at least that was his personal opinion in the matter.
Now that it was quiet enough he found himself able to think once more. He was still trying to figure out Yuki. The little girlly-prince had been so... angry when the window had broke. The rat had stormed out right after there little talk nearly bumping into Tohru who had snuck in a decent meal for Kyou to eat. It was about an hour of the sweet little brunet's stammering conversations and Kyou's light teasing that had passed the time. He remembered that she nearly beamed when Kazuma came into the picture and mentioned that Kyou could leave on Friday to go live with him until his recovery was complete. The cat was a bit numb to hear this, he was only emotionless because he wasn't sure if he was surprised, shocked, or overly excited and since he couldn't choose any of those, and he knew if he expressed all three his chest would start to hurt, he decided to just smile and reign in the rampaging emotions with out hurting himself. That was the time when a bunch of nurses and doctors came barging in. It wasn't time for another test, he knew that for sure, so when they reached for him he batted them away with a hiss only to be told he was being relocated into an other room. When he was nearly forcibly moved he caught sight of Yuki harassing some of the hospital staff. His whole room move was due to the rat. It confused him why he would care to that degree.
The redhead slowly spun his crutch as he remained sitting, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. This new room was in a completely different wing, it was quieter by nature considering it was farther from the emergency ward, but he couldn't help but worry. What if Hatsuharu was never told? Would the ox just get lost in the hospital, opening doors until he found the right one?
Kyou stopped spinning the crutch and leaned his forehead against the leather padding of it. The smell almost reminded him of the two toned teen. He gave a heavy sigh, he had no idea why he was thinking of Haru at a time like this. It was bothering him, yet also giving him a sense of peace deep down inside. But that little tiny bit of peace was sent deeper inside the darkness within when he remembered that graduation would be this summer. He actually found himself contemplating on refusing to do anymore homework in favor for being held back a year. He'd end up going to the same class as Haru and... He closed his eyes and shook his head. He either needed to sleep or actually see the ox if he was starting to think like that. It was true though, he knew he couldn't lie to himself for too long before he caught his own tail. He missed him, missed the comfort that he brought, missed the low dead-pan voice, subtle jokes, comfortable silence... He missed it since they were kids, but he forgot about it when they grew so far apart. Now that it was back, he wanted to cling onto it, savor every moment because he knew soon enough he would be by himself, walled in with only one more person able to see him. Except for this time it wouldn't be his mother, it would be Akito.
"A bright and wonderful future," he snorted. "I was caged even before they had the chance to think of a place to put me." Locking his jaw into place he pushed himself up onto his crutch, the momentary pain already disappearing as he mumbled to himself, "Better get going before someone catches me and gives me an earful."
Taking careful steps/hops, he rounded the seats. Once his palm came into contact with the cool glass of the door a chill tickled up his spin sending the fine hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. It was a constant feeling he had now, but the degree it was presenting itself at it was the same as when Kagura came, identical to when the window cracked...
All the TVs and radios flipped on, the room filling with the subtle sounds of white noise and the gentle glow of the television screens in the dark room. His body froze, the muscles tightening into knots from each and every crackle. He wanted to look around, give an excuse as to why this was happening, but he couldn't tare his gaze away from his splayed fingers, a steady fog webbing away from his flesh in favor for mucking up the glass -evidence that the room was dropping in temperature, fast. The redhead tried his best to filter out the noises as he tried to will himself to move. If he stayed then only something bad would happen, he had to over-ride the instinct not to move, to not draw attention to himself. Remain still and hide, like a wall flower amongst bricks and vines. If he didn't move, didn't say anything then he would never be noticed, then he would never get in trouble; a firm behavior instilled upon him since he was a child.
A loud crackle caused him to jump just a hair, the radio closest to him hissed from silence to loud stuttering static. Despite himself he listened to it, trying to pick up the inconsistent noise that was different from the rest of the room.
"kkk...ssss...kkyo...kss-chan."
The doors to the reception room burst open as he lunged out, away from the familiar voice. His heart was racing as sweat trickled down his neck. He leaned against the wall opposite of the doors, garnet gaze watched the dark room. The cat expected to see someone in there, hoped and pleaded someone would come out and laugh and tell him it was all a joke, but all that happened was the slow fading of noise. The soft glow of the snow across the television screens dying away into a black sleep. This was stupid, no, it was crazy. None of this had happened, and he was going to now go and find a person to re-stable his sanity, even if it was a stranger and he had to put up with small talk.
That was -he hesitantly moved away from the wall, ignoring the small pain in his chest- if there was anyone there. It would seem that everyone was gone, now that he thought about it, there should have been at least a few late night orderlies out on patrol or some graveyard candy-stripers. He gave a frown as he moved along the hallway, someone had to be there.
The unsettling feeling with in his gut was squelched when he spotted a stairwell door closing. With a mild desperation he forced himself to move faster, the discomfort from his thrumming heart and jostled ribs forgotten in favor for the potential idea that someone was actually there.
"Hey!" he shouted before the door completely closed.
No one came back out, that's okay they probably didn't hear him. Coming up to the stair exit door, he took hold of the long handle and pushed it down. With a nudge from his shoulder and it swung open with ease, the well oiled hinges not making a sound.
"Hello?" he called out, cursing himself that it sounded so timid.
When there was no answer he half hopped off of tiled floor and into the cement flat. As a result of favoring movement over holding the door open, the large piece of metal simply swung shut, clicking into place. The redhead cursed under his breath as he tried to open it once more only to find it locked.
"Fuck," he sighed turning around looking up and down the flights of stairs that stood before him as he only options. Either way he'd end up probably straining himself and wind back up on sleeping sedatives in an effort to keep him from doing anything stupid. He really hated drugs.
Going forward he felt that chill once more, this time it was like a bite to the back of his neck as a ball dropped directly down in front of him, as if he had just let go of the round object. Green color dull with patterns of yellow swirls stinging to his sight. It bounced up, falling forward to a stair where it bounced again and continued its decent down to the floor below. Kyou, went up. It was a bit of work but there was no way in hell he was going to follow a phantom ball.
Dirty with sweat and long forgotten cement dust, he took in large breaths of air coming up the last step. He all but collapsed against the wall as he tried to calm his aching body. That god awful cold was still on his neck, dug in like teeth and claws. A tanned hand reached up to run over the cool skin in a weak attempt to warm it up. That was when it happened. His already stressed body cramped up as static started to fill the stairwell. All Kyou could do was look up to the wooden and metal mess of an intercom speaker that was in the corner just above his head.
"S-" He dropped his crutch as everything started to fill with studded with loud crackles, he pressed his casted palm over his ear, mimicking his good hand, trying to block out the sound. "Stop it!"
"Kkkkk...ssss."
The young man slid down the wall he was leaning against, screwing his eyes painfully tight, "Shut up."
"Kk...kksskyou...ssskkchan..."
"I SAID SHUT UP!" He shook his head desperate for his own voice to drown everything out, "SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUTUP!"
"KYOU!"
Red eyes opened, moist with held back tears, everything was quiet again, nothing smelled... There was only the sound of someone's panting and heavy boots running up stairs. But still he remained silent, what if it was another trick? What if it was something deranged like the radio and intercom? But he had to watch the small area that lead up to where he was.
"KYOU!" the call came again, but he couldn't reply, his voice was trapped in his throat.
Then he saw it, the head of black and white. His coiled feelings snapped as tears ran down his face, he reached forward nearly falling as gray eyes turned to look at him.
"HATSUHARU!" He sounded desperate, scared to his core, and he was.
The ox finished his sprint up, quickly grabbing the hand that was reaching for him. With in an instant he was on his knees holding a crying kitty-cat that seemed to choke on the very air he was breathing. His body shuddered with in the warm embrace that he found peace in.
"God, what happened to you?" Haru whispered trying to surpass the need to press Kyou closer to him.
"It wouldn't stop," the tears dropped down onto Haru's black pants as the cat rested the crown of his head against a strong chest. "It wouldn't leave me alone, it wouldn't stop."
The younger took a moment to collect his thoughts, it wasn't often you saw a certain redhead in this kind of condition. He had to remind himself that it was no use being struck dumb when someone needed a kind word, but he couldn't help but remember the last time the cat had reached out for him. He took a breath, unlike last time, this time he could help or so he hoped.
"W-" he took another breath, the memory of the accident still running through his head triggered by an out stretched arm and a frightened look. "Who wouldn't leave you alone?"
"I don't know," Kyou was starting to become drowsy, his nose filled with the comforting sent of a certain someone. He was so tired now that he was safe, it didn't help that Haru was petting his head and running his fingers down his back washing away all the cold that had skittered up his spine like spiders earlier. He closed his eyes, his only thoughts as a few last tears fell from his eyelashes and his voice cracked, "Don't leave me... please..."
This time Haru did pull Kyou closer, his nose burying into soft locks of orange, his warm breath brushing over an ear and neck, "Don't worry." He started to pick his cousin up, "Don't worry, I won't. Not again."
To Be Continued...