Cracked Webbing
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 10
The woman knew much, too much. Her eyes could see something that he could never and it bothered Yuki. Hazel eyes pierced through him like a mirror of himself gazing back. A cracking thunder overhead sent a tingle up the rat's spine as he seemed to be at a stand off with the woman. Large rain drops came down, shattering against the leaves of the trees that sparsed and lined the empty road. What she had said made his core shiver, what was worse was that the words she spoke, the way she said them with such confidence and knowing... he couldn't deny the fact that he knew she was right. The young man beside her acted as if this had happened day in and day out, nothing was wrong so he looked between the two of them some what clueless.
"Come on Rakku, we should head home," the woman turned and started to walk, the young man on her heels.
"W-wait! You never said what I could do about it!" Yuki shouted, his feet picking up into a jog to catch up with them.
"That's because an armature shouldn't do /anything," her pace quickened as Rakku silently watched her in a concerned.
"But Rizumu," the black haired youth spoke up before the Sohma could. "Isn't there something we could do?"
The woman gave a heavy sigh as they entered a residential area, her hand digging into her jean pocket to pull out some house keys, "Rakku..." She looked at him for a moment before stopping by a walk way and handed him the keys, "I'd like some coffee. Could you start making some?"
"Sure!" He chimed before he turned to Yuki with a bright smile, "Hope to see you again soon." With that he sped his way into a dimly lit house.
Soon as the door closed Rizumu turned her hard gaze on the boy, "You're fucking lucky Rakku asked."
Yuki's own eyes narrowed into a dangerous warning. He needed to know how to help Kyou, "I'll be thankful after Kyou's cured."
"...," she sighed and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. One hand was placed on her hip and the other scratched at her head, her hair put up in a simple high pony tail was ruined by the action, "I can't... help a lot, but I can do some things. So... uh... what you need to do is talk to this 'friend' of yours about what I said earlier, make sure he understands and then head over here."
"Why can't you just tell me what needs to be done and I can do it myself?"
"You don't get it. You can't /fuck/ with this kind of stuff with out risking more than just-"
"Who the hell are you and why are you talking to /my/ girl?" a dark voice spoke from behind Yuki.
The rat twisted around with wide eyes, he hadn't sensed anyone coming. The glare he got dared him to open his mouth just to invite a fist to come and break teeth. Those eyes nearly glowed with red hatred, purple hair barely shone in the porch light. There was another man behind the vicious one with the shaggy rat-tailed hair. This one had a visor for sunglasses even in the dead of night, brown hair nice and neat with a trench coat.
"Hey guys," Rizumu raised a hand. "This is... Uh..."
"Just met him?" the taller man's voice was soothing but held more secrets than the darkness.
The purple haired man snapped forward like a cobra, his nose close to Yuki's, those haunting eyes promising something that only nightmares are made of. His breath was hot as he snarled before he pulled back just as fast as he had come. His hand grabbed Rizumu's and he started to tug her towards the house with a barked, "Play with your fucking friend when the sun's up."
"Wait! We-"
"Don't worry, Fuorute always is over protective even though she's my wife too," the un-named man chuckled.
"Huh?"
"I'm Buruzu," the man started to walk at a wide stride pace. "Come, looks like we have some things to discuss. It's not often my wife tries to make a friend."
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Haru could only thank his lucky stars for his ability to carry his cat out of there unnoticed. He had wrapped Kyou up in his coat, covering his bright orange hair with the white fur that lined the collar of the long tailed jacket. He had only ran, not knowing his direction, stopping only to hide behind a corner as someone passed by. But he had managed to smuggle out through a hole in the fence and into the streets of Tokyo. He kept moving, his only thoughts were to get to somewhere safe, a place that was untouched by Sohma eyes. When he was sure he was good and lost once again he found the nearest hotel and used some of his savings to check in not making an excuse as he got an odd look from the receptionist.
The red fibers of the carpet seemed to catch on his soles of his boots as he tried to calm his panicked heart in his long strides, reading the numbers on the doors as he went. When he came across the right one he opened the door in a fluid motion, stepped in and nearly crushed the doorframe with how hard he slammed the door. Tired red eyes watched him, half open as he made his way to the bed and gently placed the feline down. Arms around his neck refused to let go when he tried to stand back up.
"Kyou," Hatsuharu's hands came up to grip wrists, grimacing when he felt a sticky wetness that was settled on a wound. "You need to let go so I can go to the store and-"
Red eyes were distant, staring into something he couldn't see. With a kiss to skin, Haru pulled back, "I'll be right back, I swear to you."
"No, Haru," Kyou's gaze focused back to 'reality'. His voice was shaky, "D-don't leave again, not with out me."
The ox frowned a little, Kyou was barely dressed let alone in any physical condition to go out. But to be truthful he was scared of leaving the cat behind, something bad always happened. So he nodded and started to pick the cat back up into his arms.
"I can walk... just lend me your shoulder... and coat."
Haru smiled and nodded. It hurt to see him so strong after being abused, but he also felt somewhat... proud.
To Be Continued...