A/N: Hola wonderful readers of this fanfiction! Random fact thingy: I've read Furuba up to chapter 115 or around there so I know pretty much all the spoilers, this is not as spoilery as it could be because Yuki and Kyo are kept in the dark. You lucky spoiler haters XDThank you superherogirl, KooriKitsune, Gunblader121, Waiting For Yesterday, DarkVampireGirl, Dark Iasha, shadowmaker and Mrs. K i w i. You're all very wonderful people! And of course my beta-er Amaya-hime! Thank you SO much! Anyways, here we go! CHAPTER DEUX!
Warnings: Shounen-ai, swearing, suicidal themes, violence aka every thing that makes a good movie, excluding sex, death, resurrection and preternatural creatures... 0.o.
Chapter 2
I spent the next two weeks waking up early, leaving before everyone. At school I dodged everyone, spent lunch on the roof. I came home late, after dinner, saying that I went to Shishou's or had dinner at a friends or something. School was a blur, I talked to as few people as possible, but participated enough in class to get me through. I think it was becoming more noticeable that no one saw me anymore. Luckily no one saw me long enough to confront me about it.
I slept a lot, it was like an escape. Whenever I wasn't doing anything I had to sleep, and it didn't matter where I was. When I slept I didn't dream and I didn't have to think at all, about the cage, about Akito...nothing. My mind was just blank.
It was cloudy. Tohru, after watching the weather channel briefly, came up and warned me that there might be a chance of rain. I thanked her, even though I could tell perfectly well that it was going to rain. (The stupid vengeful spirit thing makes me exhausted even at the thought of rain.) It was nice to know I wasn't completely forgotten about by her.
I pushed myself off of my bed and pulled on random items of clothing while rubbing my eyes. Ugh, this was definitely not going to be a good day. Exhaustion returned and made my limbs ache as nausea crawled its way into my stomach. Great, just great.
The walk to the bathroom wasn't that bad. Brush teeth, splash face, try not to look at self in mirror the usual I guess.
I walked downstairs and politely refused breakfast. Yuki, Shigure, and Tohru were all behaving as normal. Yuki is just glaring at me, Shigure is spouting nonsense, and Tohru is looking worried but accepting that there was nothing she could do about it. I took this as my exit, and told Tohru I was going to take a walk. She didn't have time to protest before I walked out the door.
Since the Sohmas pretty much owned all the land around Shigure's house (and I mean all) I could almost go anywhere I want. I went into the forest. It was the nicest there. I suppose all of the property was picturesque but I liked the forest the best for some reason.
The wind was chilling and the day itself wasn't exactly warm. I was wearing a long sleeved shirt and pants, but somehow that wasn't enough. I rubbed my arms with my hands to stop the shivering. It worked, slightly. I was regretting going outside to begin with.
Why did I go out in the first place? I can't really remember. I kick an abandoned glass bottle on the ground (stupid people who can't clean up after themselves). It hit and splintered against a tree, glass particles spreading everywhere. I stoop and pick up a bunch of glass splinters that had fallen together. The glass sinks into my palm and finger tips, and blood is brought bubbling to the surface. I make my hand into a fist, blood now pouring from my hand. It doesn't hurt at all, but there's so much blood. Somehow I find that fascinating.
I open my hand and pluck the glass from it. I think I learned once in science that your finger tips bleed the most because they have more arteries or something like that, but my whole hand seems to be bleeding pretty evenly.
I take one of the shards and push it into my left forearm, where the main vein is supposed to be, just to see. It works just the same, but just to see how much it could bleed I push more shards in, a perfect vertical line.
I lean back and fall softly into a sitting position against a conveniently placed tree and sigh. I blow my now long bangs out of my eyes and I look up just in time to get hit by the first raindrop. Talk about perfect timing, huh?
The rain seems to coax the blood out of my arm and hand and soon I'm sitting in a puddle of muddy red water. I think briefly that it's going to stain my clothes, but what does that matter while I'm sitting here dying? I guess it would be slightly nicer to die in cleaner clothes, but it doesn't really matter much right now. I wrap my arms around myself and close my eyes.
I'll get to sleep forever.
Thwack!
What the fuck was that? My eyes snap open and I find I'm drenched, shivering and angry staring into the face of an equally angry Yuki. He's screaming at me, but I'm not paying attention. Something about Tohru, me being an idiot… the usual I guess.
He looks like he's going to hit me again. I can feel a bruise forming on my cheek. God, I hate him so much for this. Can't he just leave me alone? Maybe if I get lucky he'll beat me to death and I'll never need to see his ugly face ever again.
But no, he takes off his jacket and wraps the sleeve of it around my arm and the rest of it around my cold body. What is he doing? I thought he hated me. This is his time to shine and make his hatred useful. In a few seconds I have already bled through his coat, I try my best to feel happy that I have wrecked something of his.
He looks at me and asks me if I can stand. The rain plasters his bangs to his forehead, but I can still see his dark eyes glaring at me. I clench my jaw to stop the chattering. Jesus, it's freezing out here.
Suddenly I'm on my feet, Yuki pulled me up by my shoulder, which is throbbing from the painful pull. I'm lightheaded, and everything in front of me is blurring together. I sway slightly. No way am I gonna be able to walk all the way back to the house. I think about my possibilities. Does crawling count as walking? …Maybe.
Nausea crawls its way into my stomach. Crap. My knees give way and I vomit onto the ground. Urgh, I feel so gross. I throw up until there's only stomach acids left and they burn my throat. I cough, and find there's nothing left.
I realize that Yuki has been holding me up. He looks slightly disgusted and slightly concerned. Probably didn't want his poor Tohru to see me like this. Why does he always find me like this? If he had come a few minutes later I might have been gone. I didn't want him to come and save me.
I wipe my mouth off on the sleeve of his coat that is still wrapped around my arm and manage to smirk at him. He doesn't return it, instead I feel myself being lifted up. My mind isn't working fast enough to comprehend immediately, but I find my feet aren't touching the ground and are swaying slightly.
Yuki is carrying me… bridal style dare I say it. I think I have started shouting at him to put me down, hitting him with weak fists. Anything to have him let go of me and leave me alone. I threaten him, insult him, but he doesn't let me go. I'm so angry, but after a while the rain drains my energy and I'm left exhausted. I lie limp in his arms, trying not to lean against him no matter how warm he is.
"Why are you carrying me?"
I see him blink slightly. He's thinking about it. He shakes his head, sprinkling me in the water that drips off his hair and face. He shrugs slightly, moving me up and down, shifting me into a position that makes it easier to carry me. Though I already know he is way stronger than he looks.
"You couldn't walk."
By the time we got back we were drenched. I swear! If someone came up and squeezed us we would lose three hundred pounds of water and would have to be swimming so as not to drown in the water that came out of our clothes and hair. Yuki kicks off his shoes, thought it doesn't make much of a difference… his socks are soaked too.
He finally puts me down in the bathroom and sits me up on the toilet seat. He unwraps his coat, and sets it aside. The bleeding has stopped a little bit. He goes through the bathroom cupboard and pulls out the necessary objects. It takes him a few minutes to extract all the glass from both hand and forearm. He places the glass carefully into the trash can before pouring disinfectant all over my hand and arm.
I hiss to hide the amount of stinging this brings. I bite my tongue so hard I think it might bleed. Yuki doesn't even look up once and he quickly starts the wrap gauze around my wrist and hand. I'm so tired, I'm surprised I have stayed conscious this long. I make a mental note that rain and suffering from blood loss are not a good combination.
Then he gets up and puts everything back. He doesn't even give me a side glance. Harsh. Suddenly a towel hits my head and I am temporarily stunned before I register the towel in my hands. I realize that even though I'm indoors I'm still shivering. I look up at Yuki.
"I'll get you some clothes so dry yourself off, stupid cat"
The door closes behind him. He makes me so mad sometimes. Even when I'm not thinking straight I know what a towel is for. Damn rat. He better get me some warm clothes or when the rain stops I'll beat the crap outta him.
I had just started drying my hair when the door flies open and clothes come flying at me. They hit me painfully on the head. I give him a scowl and tell him to get the hell out. He complies, slamming the door shut. I hope I've made him angry.
It takes me a while to pull on my clothes, but I manage. I hang my wet clothes up over the shower and glare at Yuki's coat, still fuming at the fact he carried me. He has really riled me up this time. I still can't believe it.
I walk to the door with only one dizzy spell, probably from the blood loss thing. Rain hardly ever does anything else to me other than make me want to curl up and sleep. Which is what I'm probably going to do right now.
When I open the door, Yuki turns his head, unsurprised as usual. He was leaning on the wall, waiting for me to get changed. What's wrong with him? Doesn't he have someone better to annoy?
I shove past him and walk determined toward my room. I falter slightly and I can feel his eyes watching me. I see him out of the corner of my eye, pushing off the wall and walking, unhurriedly towards me. I push forward. No way am I going to let him pick me up again, especially if I can help it.
Opening my door I can sense Yuki right behind me. Thinks he can sneak up on me when I'm about to fall asleep on my feet, huh? I didn't take martial arts for so many years not to be able to tell.
However for some reason I don't turn around and tell him to go get a life or whatever. I just stride firmly into my room and flop onto my bed. I leave my door open. If he's gonna stand there he might as well close it.
I can see him staring in at me. I turn my head so I'm able to see him. He looks slightly angry and slightly concerned. Wait, maybe its amusement. I am way too tired to tell them apart.
"What?"
"I won't tell Tohru, or Shigure... or Hatori."
He says this simply, like it's not some huge deal. Which it probably isn't… whatever. I'm glad that he gets that I wouldn't want that. Wait, we're not supposed to do each other favors right? We're just supposed to fight and scream. But I guess this is something completely different.
I nod and face the other way and stare at the wall. I guess I should say something. It takes a while but I finally cough up what I want to say.
"...Thanks."
Even though I muttered it I know he could hear me. I can almost feel him smile and I hear the door clicks shut behind him.
A/N: this was soooooo hard to write. I wrote a completely other version with Kyo having planned the suicide thing. But Kyo's more of an act before think person so planned wasn't as good as impulsive. I actually really like Yuki a lot, but I have to keep him in character and he isn't the nicest to Kyo but they make SUCH a cute couple :D PLEASE REVIEW! I'll give you many cookies /grovels at the feet of fantastic readers/ Thank you so much for reading!
