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 A THOROUGHLY MARKED lemon/lime will be in later chapters. 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 8
The only thing that he could feel at the moment was the chill in the air, the strong sting throbbed but was numb as his purple eyes watched the white and black tiled floor. His head hurt, or at least it would have if the emotional pain did not over ride it. He was still trying to figure out what had happened, why he was crying in the middle of the desolate hallway with out a sob to even shake his shoulders.
-"KYOU!" Yuki had lunged forward ripping the chair off of the unmoving cat. He reached down, his long fingers brushing through unusually soft hair, tenderly revealing a red wound that seeped and glittered in the yellow sun. He dug into his pocket for his cell phone, his hand brushing by the broad shoulders of his cousin coming up slick with blood. He dialed a number as he frantically tore open the shirt, the fabric ripping away to reveal a hole that was punched into tan flesh and strong muscle by the leg of the chair. Cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder he fought off his shirt, wadding up the pale blue fabric as he cursed that the line was not being picked up. He ripped some of Kyou's shirt and wrapped the torn fabric around the injured head. The rat pressed as much pressure he could to the hole that oozed thick crimson as his other hand snatched up the phone when Hatori's voice finally responded.
"Hatori!" He nearly screamed hoping his loud voice would wake the redhead, "Kyou just got hit by a chair!"
"What?"
"I mean it came flying at him and he's hurt! Ha-" he stopped, something moved in the corner of his vision. In hopes it was Kazuma and Hatsuharu coming home early he nearly dropped his phone turning, his purple gaze was filled with the sight of a feminine hand coming down striking hard. The cell phone clattered to the graveled drive way as he was struck once more, the fingernails digging into the soft tissue around his eye. He remembered he had given a scream before a tin garden pale was thrown at him, the sharp pain causing his vision to blur as it grew dark.
When he had woken he had been tucked in a bed, his vision only half with a medical eye patch over his wounded optical. He nearly flew out of the room running fully into Hatori, the dragon trying to keep him calm as he asked about Kyou.
"He's fine, he's fine," the elder of the two stroked mousy gray hair in attempts to sooth. "He's currently resting."
"I-I need to see him!"-
Now here he was outside the cat's room. His heart sank when he first came, the sounds of Hatsuharu's worried voice prominent. The near frantic talk was muffled behind the door before it came to sobs. Haru was crying, Yuki couldn't keep Kyou safe and he couldn't help but blame himself. He always found it painful when the ox cried. Those gray eyes shimmering with tears...
-"I hit Kyou!" The tiny boy sobbed into the rat's chest.-
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Haru held Kyou tightly. When he had seen the redhead asleep, once more laying upon the sterile sheets of the hospital he couldn't hold it in anymore. The fear that had built up since the accident compacted to the point that it had burst forth.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" he shouted at no one in particular. "Why the hell are you doing this to him! He's already the 'cat' and you have to torture him even more with things that can't been seen and only felt through /pain! Leave him alone you fucking asshole! Just leave him alone!"
A small sound came from the one on the bed. Red eyes slowly flickered open as Kyou looked to the scorce of what was being so noisy, causing his already throbbing head to hurt even more.
"Haru?" He sounded drowsy, even to himself.
All thoughts of sleep and disturbances were wiped from his mind when he was pulled into a firm embrace. The ox let out thick sobs. He had done it again, just like when he was a child he had caused the cat to hurt, it was his fault. If he had just stayed, ignored Akito and kept his promise to never leave the redhead ever again then none of this would have ever happened. If he hadn't broken his promise…
-"-but you promised!" The young cat shouted as Kazuma picked him up trying to stop a fight from escalating.-
"I'm sorry, Kyou," he pulled back, face red from the tears. "I should have been there, I should have-"
"Shut up," a garnet set of eyes were soft as a tan hand came up to tangle in a mesh of black and white hair. Haru's head was guided down to have his cheek rest against a bare chest, his ear pressed against flesh. The sound of the heart beating with in setting an ever so small state of peace with in.
"Kyou I really am-"
"I know," his voice was soothing. He hated seeing Haru cry, he always had. "Haru? Where's Yuki?"
"Hatori-nii went to check up on him, his eye was-"
"What?" red eyes darkened, his voice still low as his younger cousin looked up at him from their position.
"I was told," he pulled up into a sitting position on the bed, face still wet but his nerves calmed. "that he had passed out next to you, his eye was scratched but nothing serious."
Kyou stroked the ox's hair, his mind taking in the last events. The redhead had speculations as to what was going on, now they were a bit firmer, and with all the crazy things that have been happening he had to remain calm, think this through rationally. He had to keep his head on straight and think up a plan, 'it' was already moving to the point of hurting those around him and even though his dislike for Yuki could only be compared to his hatred of leeks he would not stand for this to continue.
"Haru?"
"Hn?"
He gave Hatsuharu's head a shove causing the youth the bob a little from the semi-playful act, "I need my cane."
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"Will you get a grip already?" Kyou opened the door to the hospital room, his arm in a sling, head bandaged once more with the striking white of gauze. Hatsuharu was rubbing at his eyes with the back of his sleeve, his other hand had a tight grip on the back of the rather gothic shirt that was obviously Haru's considering you could see a pale chest under the ox's open jacket. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon and it was just a lot of stitches, besides Yuki did his best to-"
Yuki's head snapped up to look at the redhead. Kyou was actually saying something positive about him? But he couldn't-
"God damn it," he groaned sounding with a mixture of disbelief he actually said such a thing, unease of getting caught by the person he was talking about, and panic of seeing people crying. The garnet eyed youth gave a defeated sigh, he had nothing to say to them, nothing to comfort them with besides... "I'm hungry."
"I'll cook!" Haru sounded rather panicked yet so ready to do what he said he would do.
Kyou gave a tired smile, "Alright, but for right now... I think we should... talk." He gave a pointed look to the rat across the way from him, "And I mean all of us."
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Akito was not happy, then again he was very rarely pleased with anything and everything. His dark eyes fixed on the tranquil garden outside the windowsill he lazily draped his arms over, his head resting against the fine silk of the brightly colored kimono that coated his body. He had been glad that Kyou was being harmed, the details of each and every fright was a delicious nectar that he drank with greed. But today his precious Yuki had been harmed as well, he had hissed and threw a vase at the wall shouting at the family doctor that it was all the cat's fault and the dragon told him otherwise. Hatori actually spoke back, assuring him that there was no way for Kyou to have done such a thing in his unconscious state. He hated to admit it, but he had to agree that it was physically impossible for the things to happen that Yuki had told the dragon. Even though it was, hearsay, Akito knew that Yuki wouldn't lie, the mousy little rat was never capable of saying such falsities to the dragon, and Hatori found it pointless to say anything but the truth.
His dark hair shifted as a sweet breeze pushed at his silky-stiff locks. He knew more than people would give him credit for, he would throw his tantrums trying to keep them all close to him even if he had to instill it upon fear. There were... things, that they just could not handle if they knew the complexity of the Sohma family, their lives were already hell enough. In a twisted way he wanted them to be happy, even Kyou. That's why he had made the decision he had.
The door behind him slid open, an elderly woman on her knees bent over, her hands touching the floor as her head full of gray bowed low, "You called for me, Akito-sama?"
"Yes," he did not move, the hatred for himself writhing like the poisonous snake he was sure he would be seen as. "I need you to call someone for me from the outside." He pulled back to stand up straight and look at the woman with detachment. She might have been gifted with the last name of Sohma, but he would never see anyone besides the Juunishi as his family. His honeyed voice was barely heard as the fingers of his hand ghosted over the frame of the window, "I must have Kyou come home a little early."
To Be Continued...