Chapter 3 -Hate

Yuki turned into the driveway of his apartment complex. Damn the mess in his pants. He really needed to start masterbating more.

It's not like he was getting it on with Machi much these days either. He would never pressure her to do anything she didn't want to do, but when she did want it, the sex was very uninspired, dismal, and grey. When the curse was lifted, like any young man, Yuki could not wait to feel the joy of sex with someone he loved

. He never really did, or if he did, then sex was very overrated.

Then he remembered what he was dreaming about before his erection exploded in his pants. "Oh hell" Yuki said softly to himself. Thinking of Tohru like that just seemed so...incestuous. She was after all, like a mother to him...or so he thought.

Yuki, in the back of his mind, knew that was his way of dealing with the unrequited feelings he had for Tohru. He saw that Kyo was winning her. It put him in a state of panic that he had never felt before.

Then he met Machi. She looked a little like Tohru. But her personality was like black and white compared to Tohru. She didn't have that warmth and sweetness that Tohru always showered him with when he lived with her in Shigure's house. He ached for those days.

Machi gave him somthing else. Somthing to occupy his tortured mind. He wanted to love and be loved. This damaged girl coincided with the anger and sadness he had built up inside, that he was repressing. Her rage, the way she threw things around, almost inspired him. Eventually, slowly, they became a couple. He came to accept that Tohru was with Kyo over these past few years.

And now here he was, far away from Tohru. Here with Machi. His felt like all of the life had been sucked out of him.

Wasen't life suppossed to begin after the curse?

As Yuki stepped into his still uncleaned, and even dirtier apartment, he sighed and turned on his video game console.

It appeared he had some time to do school work, but he didn't feel like it. He'd do it tommorow. Machi wasen't there (she was probably at one of her classes). He just wanted to play some games, get his mind off things. He decided to play a fantasy RPG that he had been really into. He named the dragon he was suppossed to slay Machi.

Hopefully she would never load this game and see that. He laughed sarcastically as he slayed the dragon.

Then came Machi. Storming in the apartment. Yuki said hi and she just had an angsty look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Yuki asked, trying to sound concerned. The video game and crab rangoons calmed him enough to at least fake it.

She narrowed her eyes and sat in the chair across from him.

"You know, Thanksgiving is coming up. I'm going home to see Shigure, Haru, and all those other guys. "And Tohru" he thought happily to himself. Are you planning on coming too? He hoped she'd say no.

"Yes" she replied. Of course she would go. She would visit her brothers.

"Okay then. I have to work tonight. Please don't destroy my apartment more than it already is." Yuki said deadpan.

She stared into space, expressionless.

Days later Yuki returned from one of his shifts. More shit all over the place. More than ever.
More of that damn black goo on the walls,his couch, even is game console! Machi lay on his bed in her daytime clothing.
She must have just crashed there all night while he was gone.

Then he noticed one of his only pictures of him and Tohru was ripped to shreds.

Yuki's eyes went blank.

He walked over to her. He stuck his hand in her pocket gently, so he wouldn't awake her. He took the spare keys he had given her back when she was still in highschool. Nah, he thought. Why take them back? She probably just made another spare. Multiple spares.
He decided to he'd have his lock changed.

If he could. He would. And he did.

Machi was no longer allowed there.

*****Thanksgiving is coming up. Things are going to get awkward between these two. I plan on adding another chapter very soon, probably tomorrow again. My chapters aren't very long so it's pretty easy to do quickly, even if I'm tired from work.
I just wonder if anyone is really reading this. Fruits Basket is no longer in it's heyday or whatever you'd call it.
I would love to go back to those days. I had so many less worries back then. Anyways, later.******