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 Since I've got 2 -count them TWO- votes for lemon/lime (lime is mild sexual content while lemon is ful-blown sex -for those who do not know-) and NO votes against it, I will have something in later chapters. THEY WILL BE THOROUGHLY MARKED! If you report me I'll haunt your ass until you commit suicide or I'll just send you pictures of a very sad and distraught Kyou until the day you die. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
-...- are memories.
Chapter 7
Hatori was reluctant to say the least. When he had a nice long look at the mysterious scratches that had tore a tan face his worry deepened for his younger relative. The young adult didn't seem bothered by the fact that the marks were indeed caused by finger-nails. In fact the cat was overly mellow even when the saw removing the cast on his arm slipped and cut into his skin causing two stitches to be placed in. Physical therapy would have riled the redhead up considering he was treated so carefully to the point even he, himself, thought they were coddling the cat. It was almost as if the youth was forcing himself to remain calm, using all the practiced discipline his adopted father had tried to instill on a daily basis.
He didn't want to leave Kyou by himself, it was enough that things had happened in the hospital after the accident but now that he was out and getting better, he was still being struck by the same mysterious series of oddities. The doctor wanted to make sure someone would be with him but the only people who would willingly spend time with Kyou -both preoccupied with Akito- were too busy. So in a desperate attempt to keep at least a little close to the mending 'child', Hatori took him to several different places. One was an unique store that specialized in custom made canes, since Kyou was so adamant on not having his crutch now that the cast was off -dealing with the atrophied the best his damaged pride would let him- he now sported a cane with gold vines around the handle with a black pole. After that chore was done, they had lunch -which took much time since Kyou only picked at his food and Hatori wouldn't leave the restaurant until the cat ate a decent meal.- This followed by the purchasing of a few books, and a venture back to Kazuma's house. He had run out of time and could only drop the young man off at the front gates.
"You'll call me if something else happens," Hatori did not ask this, it was a demand.
Orange hair shifted as the redhead nodded, that was another thing that bothered the doctor; Kyou barely spoke all day. He could only give a satisfied nod and drive off with hopes that nothing bad would transpire.
Kyou on the other hand was trying his best to just wait until Hatsuharu's return. The gentle warm wind pushing and pulling at his face as he made his way back to the house he had hoped to call his home once again. He was trying so hard not to become fearful of the place where Kazuma held him up high on his shoulders, where he held him tight as he cried and screamed at the sight of the eerie stain on the kitchen wall. This place was filled with many good memories and he was going to fight to keep them that way.
His uneven pace stopped as he stood several feet away from the haven of his childhood. The sweet sent of perfume wafted on the breeze, the soft sound of the door creaking back and forth on its hinges trickling in the air. For him, it seemed as if he was at a completely different place as the tiny chimes of a music box soothed his ears as the hairs on the back of his neck tickled up straight. His freshly un-casted arm held the new books, shivering under the need to be relieved of the burden of the heavy books. But he had no plans of moving from his spot, garnet eyes watching the scene in front of him as if trying to print it to memory. He finally decided to pick up his feet and make his way into the house.
-"What are you drawing? Looks like fried eggs. You like fried eggs?"-
Kagura's voice was so prominent in his memories, most likely because she was the first person she had ever met besides Akito. His mother had such a tight collar on him. He recalled being scolded for being seen outside even if she was a Juunishi. He could still feel the sting of being struck across the face by an angry fist, his father shouting at him with such hatred and anger. His mother sobbing while she held an ice pack of his eye.
He shuffled his way up the porch steps and into the house, relieved to placed down the books on the table in the entry hallway. The house smelled of her, just like when he was a child.
-"I'm sorry Kyou," she sniffled. Her hand slipping when she readjusted the ice-pack, her long nails digging into his face decorating it with red grooves with blue and green bruises. She gave a shriek and lept back as if he had bit her.-
He had been literally thrown out of the house by his father, his tiny body tumbling in the dust. All he could do was stand up and hold his hand over his dirty-bleeding eye, watching as the door slammed shut. What had he done wrong? He didn't cry, he didn't hurt his mother and he did everything she said... so why was he...?
Kyou was snapped out of his memories as he was shoved out the front door. He felt his cheek being struck sending him tumbling down the porch steps and into the dust of the walk-way. Pulling himself up onto his good arm he watched as the door slammed itself shut quickly followed by all of the windows in the house, the thick clicking sound of the lock being slammed into place as he watched in silence, eyes wide -wondering the same questions as he had back in the days when he didn't even know how to tie his shoes. And all he could do was stand up the same way when he was so tiny and watch the house.
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Yuki shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a sack in one hand as he took in the sight of the front gates of his martial arts teacher's home. His pale fingers unfolded the small piece of paper in his hand, a number scrolled across it.
-"Yuki?" it was hard to hear him since he was whispering. "Are you sure it's okay? Maybe Hatori-nii could-"
"It's okay," the rat found himself smiling at the tone of voice the ox had, he had actually stuttered earlier in their conversation. "Akito will be mad if he finds out you called me for the reason you did... How are you holding up with /him?"
"Shihan is still speaking with him."
"That's not what I asked."
"Just a few scratches, b-but don't tell Kyou!"
The dark haired boy laughed a little, it was really cute when Haru stammered, "You're so smitten."
"I am not! Look, I gotta go, thanks Yuki, I owe you," and the phone conversation ended there.-
He thumbed the paper with the emergency contact number that Haru had given him. He found himself really hoping that Kyou could make the ox happy. Soft gray hair swished as he shook his head, that thought was a weird one and he wasn't going to let it linger. He had a promise to keep, he gave his word that he would keep an eye on the cat in his younger relative's absence. Now he just needed to get the nerve to actually see this through. It wasn't that he still hated Kyou, actually it was quite the contrary. He was discovering that he was starting to admire the cat and this confused him. His world of hating the feline was turning upside-down, being rattled and rolled into something he couldn't recognize. It set a fearful emotion deep with in, the fear of the unknown. Maybe why he was actually agreeing to this was because he wanted to figure all of this out.
He took in a breath and pushed open the gate. His body froze, he felt like he was staring at a memory. The rat could recall the night he first met Kyou, the first time the cat yelled at him and ran away declaring his ever persistent hatred. Before that though, he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful shade of orange and the pained innocence that was purely Kyou. Someone that only wanted to have a friend, to understand why everyone hated him even though he had done nothing wrong. It was like seeing that boy once more, the odd sent in the air, tickling his nose like it had when they had their first encounter. Yuki could tell by the way the redhead's body stiffened, his entrance did not go unnoticed. He stepped fully through the tall gates, shutting them behind him.
"Um, Haru asked me to come over and tell you he'll be a day or two," he tried to strike up a conversation.
Amethyst eyes narrowed, the cat wouldn't move. He stocked forward a still being able to become irritated, finding safety in the familiar emotion, "Look, you could at least reply-"
"NO! DON'T!" Kyou twisted around, a hand over his eye, the small wounds starting to bleed once more. He held up a hand, terrified, "Don't come any closer, it'll get mad-"
Yuki barely had enough time to look confused when a chair come flying out of a window, breaking the glass. The metal and clothed piece of furniture spiraled through the air, smacking into Kyou with in a blink of an eye. The impact making a thick sound from metal striking flesh.
To Be Continued...