Author's Note: And now it's time for Chapter 3 of our little Bunny Love. Yay XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruit's Basket. If I did own it, then Akito would fuck off and die!

Chapter 3: Can I Change For The Better?

We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Momiji stared at me and I stared back. Tohru was also looking at me and she noticed how my eyes wandered. Yet I was also bleeding. I suppose, if I can remember her reaction accurately enough, it went something like this.

"Masa-san, don't stare at… OH NO! MASA-SAN, YOU'RE BLEEDING! WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO… Wait, I know. Paper towels! Yes, paper towels are essential! I'll be right back with some, Masa-san, so you stay there until I get back. Ok, bye." With that, Tohru ran off.

Do you blame me for laughing? That was hilarious! Tohru deserved a comedy award! I declare it essential she gets one.

But the minute I took one look at Momiji's sad face, the world fell into the hot, burning Sun. I opened my mouth to speak, but words refused to come out. What can one say or do in such a situation anyway?

"How much…?" Momiji squeaked. His voice made my heart melt. "How much did you see and hear?"

"Well… starting from the minute your mother walked in and ending when Tohru hugged you and I sneezed on her… I'd say pretty much everything," I replied.

I saw Momiji's head fall as he put his clothes back on.

"I never wanted to be this way… So you're scared of me now, huh?"

I sighed and began speaking in a soft voice, something I thought myself unable of doing… kind of like when I was crying earlier, eh? "Momiji-chan… What do you honestly think of yourself? Do you think you're something to be afraid of?"

I spotted a tear as it fell down Momiji's cheek. "I don't think I'm a monster… I'm a good boy, aren't I? But… but I'm also selfish… for wanting Mama to remember me… and love me as well."

"… My opinion is probably different from yours and most likely unwanted. That being said… I don't think the little bitch deserves to breath the same air as you." His eyes widened and he turned to face me, but whatever words he was about to say, I cut off mid-sentence. "Parents are supposed to love their children no matter what. Those that abandon their children deserve to die."

"I understand why you think that, but why? Why do you have to be so mean about it?" Momiji asked.

"The way you act, of course you didn't kill the little shit."

"How could you even suggest a thing?!" Momiji cried. "Even if they don't love you, they gave birth to you, so you should love your parents no matter what!"

Now it was my turn to drop my head in depression. "I thought that once and I kept telling myself I wouldn't hurt them, but in the end, it didn't stop me from killing them."

Silence filled the room. I thought for a moment Momiji had left. I wouldn't have blamed him. I deserved to be alone. But when I lifted my head, he was still there, wide bunny looking eyes and a dropped jaw to emphasize his emotions. "Why?" he managed to gasp.

"… Well… I guess it's only fair you get to learn my secrets. I learned yours… so I'll tell you if you want."

Remember that promise I made to you all back in Chapter One? It's time to tell you all why I am the way I am.

"Anyway… I'm not just me, Momiji. I'm not just Masahiro. I'm not actually a killer myself, but… I do house one."

"You mean…?" Momiji's jaw closed. "You're like Haru-chan."

"Who?"

"Haru-chan. He's two people as well. He has his white side, which is really nice, and his black side, which is really mean."

"Well I guess you could compare it to that. My black side's name is Shin. He's a natural killer born out of a traumatic experience that happened to me."

Momiji sighed and walked next to a wall. "It sounds like a long story," he said.

"It is," I replied.

"Well then why don't we sit down? If you want to tell me, you could come sit next to me." It was an innocent offer, but one I couldn't find myself refusing for whatever reason.

So we were sitting against the window. I sighed softly, putting my hands together in an uncertain fashion. "Thank you… It was around ten years ago. I was five-years-old at the time and I was at a party, but when I was coming home, my parents made me walk. My friend's house and my house were a good distance apart, you see…"

"So they left you alone?" Momiji asked.

"In essence, they did… And how alone I was. Two men drove by and offered me a ride home. I know now to say no, but back then, I had flawed sense. I only saw two nice men who would help me back home if I told them where to stop, so I jumped into the car and off we went."

Momiji's eyes were tall, sure, but not even he could make them wider then they already were. "They… they hurt you… didn't they?" Momiji asked.

"Oh yeah… They hurt me… We drove to an alleyway and I was forced out of the car. You can only imagine my confusion at the time, but that was when they striped me of my clothing and began to rape me out in the cold."

I felt a soft hand rest itself on my shoulder. I caught myself from my little daze and continued on. "I was left to die when they were finished with me. They had destroyed my clothing, so when I returned home, it was naked. When I came in, my parent's looked infuriated. I thought it was at the men, so I told them hat happened. I told them what I had done, what the men looked like, what they had done to me, everything. I told them hoping… hoping they would hold me close… soothe me… make everything better again… put me back together… piece by piece… how I had hoped then…"

"But… they did… right?" Momiji asked, his hand massaging my shoulder softly now.

"… No… THEY DESTROYED ME!" My sudden outburst caused Momiji to jump, his hand flying off of my shoulder as if it were fire. "My father batted me across the face! He beat me while my mother stood in the background, yelling insult upon insult at me! I don't know why they did it, I can't say why this one incident would make them lose it, though they had often been cold before and I figure they didn't like me now, but back then, I thought they had loved me. The pain I had felt before doubled… I just wanted to die after that… And it was during that want to die that Shin came into being. My mind just broke apart and Shin broke out and killed them.

"So… Shin was born due to your parents?" Momiji asked. He was listening to everything I said; his eyes had narrowed some, but they still held all of his sadness.

"A combination of teasing from the party, the pain of the rape, and then my parents, yes. Now I have to live with all the memories of Shin's murderous rampages as I hold all of those memories. I can remember every murder I've committed so vividly, but I wish I could forget. I was once haunted by the souls of all the people I killed, crying out in cold blood and vengeance… So I locked my emotions away to rid myself of all of my regrets."

"But… Masa-chan, it looks like you were crying… you cried, didn't you?" Momiji asked.

I sighed. "Oh the cold irony of it. I never cried at any of my pains once. I just bottled it all in and pretended everything was ok. Yet here you come along and tell Tohru your life story while I'm just listening in and I burst into tears like a newborn babe," I said.

"Well… it's ok… You don't have to be ashamed… Even boys cry sometimes," Momiji responded.

"… Still… I wonder how you do it…"

"What?"

"Remain so happy and carefree in life… how do you do it?"

Momiji let a smile grace his lips. "I'm happy because I have all my friends with me."

"… Oh… I see…"

"But don't you have any friends, Masa-chan?"

I turned and looked away. "… … … What person in his right mind would want to be friends with someone like me?"

Eager arms wrapped around me. My eyes widened in shock as I noticed Momiji's smile grow to what could've been the biggest smile in the world.

"Then let's be best friends starting today! We already know everything about each other! And since you're a boy, I can do this!" And he hugged me even closer to him. His eyes were closed happily, so he did not see the blush that formed on my face? Was I bleeding even more from the nose? It would explain Tohru's bigger panic fit when she came back with paper towels.

She needs that comedy award, I swear, but my mind did not dwell on that for the moment. For all my life, I lived believing it ok to kill all those with impure hearts, those who would harm the innocent. Yet here Momiji was, one who was able to get through life without have to kill anybody. If I was going to become his friend, I would have to learn how to live without having to kill anyone. Could I do that? Could I change into the kind of person Momiji would like?

Only time will tell what may happen.

Fin

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