Disclaimer: Fruits basket is not mine... so... I don't own any of the characters.
Pairings: So far, the only one I really am sure about is Yuki/Kyo; which is BoyxBoy, Shounen Ai, slashy-goodness, whatever you want to call it. If you don't like it, then good for you. I don't want to hear about it.
Warnings: Knowing me, there will probably be violence, swearing, audult situations and... whatever else I feel like putting in here. For this chapter there isn't really anything you need to worry about besides adult language and violence.. The future rating will range from pg-13 to nc-17 and possibly even R in later chapters. I'll tell you when.
Other Warnings: This is the first anime fanfiction I have ever written and actually posted. I will love you if you review because I live for reviews! Oh... and this is my first attempt at Fruits Basket fanfiction, ever. I just got this idea in my head and so here I am, posting it. Which means, some of the characters might be a little, or a lot, out of character. And for that, I am sorry. I try my best, really I do.
Summary: Kyo disappeared after Akito summoned him with no one seeing or hearing from him. After three months he suddenly reappears for breakfast. Why and where did he go? Yuki starts recieving annonomus (love?) letters and feels compelled to reply to them.
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Chapter
Two:
Kyo's
POV
All my life I have been the cat. I have never lived any other way. I'm the outsider, the one who can't fit in. I've never been great at talking to people. I have too much anger living inside of me to be able to be nice to people on a daily basis, let alone hourly. It's like I have split personalities. But the, I really do have split personalities, don't I? I would say it's not fair, my life, but that would be selfish. Nothing is fair in this world.
I've always dreaded it. The one thing that was made specially for the cat's very existence. I knew it was there, at the house of Sohma, and I always avoided it at all costs. It scares me, even now. The very thought of it makes me truly want to cry. The thought of being locked in the cage like some horrid beast makes me choke back pleas of insanity.
That day, that beautiful, sunny day in July, will always haunt me. It's engraved, burned, in my mind. I remember Tohru waking me up, singing one of her childhood songs that I don't care to name, a smile plastered on her face. Then came Hatori's call to Shigure, who handed me the phone shortly afterward. Akito's voice, even now, echo's forebodingly in my ears as he commanded me to see him right away. So I left right away, not eating my breakfast and not saying a word.
Of course I knew why the God of the Sohma Family was calling me, the cat, the 'monster', to his domain. I knew what he was going to tell me. I just refused to believe it. Unfortunately, I was forced to the moment I saw his face, contorted with sadistic anticipation. We were alone in his rooms. Just Akito and me. And it was not comforting in the least.
He beat me then, for the cat is always beaten; Mentally, emotionally, and physically: Akito brought me to the cage to "show me my lovely new home" come the first of November, locking me inside to "familiarize myself with it's beauty". I stayed there all day. No food. No water. No rest. Just my thoughts. Just my all consuming fear. Just the two pitiful rays of sunlight that managed to stain the darkness until the sun fell.
I don't know when, but somehow I was able to fall into an uneasy sleep. But then I was awoken by pain. Severe pain. The cold, black bolts of agony that shot throughout my body. I cried out, my throat dry and my voice raspy and strained. Akito was whipping me, hitting me, kicking and scratching me. He held all the power. I couldn't fight back. I couldn't move. I just lay there, curled in on myself, taking every ounce of his abuse. I knew no one was coming, nobody cared. I knew I wasn't going to be saved. That the pain was mine whether I liked it or not. I knew that it was destiny for me to live in this cage, that it was fate. And I wanted to die.
guess I'm lucky that Akito didn't kill me. I'm lucky that he got bored. Or maybe not. Maybe it would have been better for me to have died back then, in the cage where I'm gong to rot anyway. Maybe I would have been free.
"Can't you fight back? Won't you plead? Nothing like Yuki, nothing like Yuki at all."
'Yuki? Yuki! What would Yuki say, if he saw me now, like this?' Those were the thoughts that finally snapped some sense into me. Brought me back out of Pain's grasp.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I had jumped up. The look on Akito's face was priceless. I almost wish I had had a camera. Almost. Because he burst into hysterics moments later, stepping aside to let me run (stagger) pass.
I swayed and tripped, trying to run blindly into the dead of the night. Trying to get as far away as possible. Away from everything: Akito, the pain, fate, my life, time. Everything. I've always been running from everything. So not only was I wounded and bloody, it began to rain. Why in fucks name it was raining in July? I don't know! Kami has it in for me. But he should have waited. He should have known about the damn line.
Somehow I managed to get home. It hurt like hell to climb to and through my window, but I did. Shortly afterwards, I had changed into a cat from all the stress and pain. I suppose I lay there forever, thinking about nothing. Then, slowly, thoughts began to form. Akito had said November first. That meant I had three full months of freedom. Three months...
I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle it at all. Three months to live me life? I went crazy as soon as I was human again, throwing clothes and my things this way and that, trying to pack and stay calm. Blood was probably dripping on everything. Then I left, out the window, the same way I had come.
There began my journey for truth. I questioned everything that made me who I am and what I was. I stopped lying to myself. What's the point? I taught myself integrity by meditating, literally all day, and if I had to, all night. I slowly came to accept Akito's decision. I no longer feared the cage, at least not as much, but I'm scared shit-less of Akito himself. No wonder Yuki shakes whenever someone mentions him. Yuki...
Yuki Sohma. My sworn enemy that never was. I have never hated him. I have only been envious, jealous, always admiring him. His beauty, his inelegance, his kindness and grace. What made all the difference is that he's the rat and I am the cat. We could never get along. We were raised to despise each other's very existence. But now I know that's not true. I can't let it be true. The cat and the rat don't have to hate each other.
I want to know him. I want to talk and laugh and joke with him. I want his friendship. That's why I went back to Shigure's house. I didn't care that it was October seventeenth. Not at the time. But now, when it's already the twenty-third, I wish I had come back earlier. Eight days are all I have. It's not enough. I sent him the letter yesterday.
Currently, I'm standing inside of the post office to see if he sent a letter to my box, the box I got just for this, so that he wouldn't know it was me. Slowly, nervously, I inserted the key into the lock and open the door. Inside rests one letter, the envelope a deep purple. I stare at it silently, my heart fluttering dangerously in my chest, thinking of how the color reminds me of his eyes. Then, out of fear that it might suddenly disappear, I grab the letter quickly, careful not to harm it in any way as I put it out of unwanted sight in one of the many pockets in my pants.
On my way home, I pat that pocket often, just to reassure myself that it's still there. That it's not going anywhere. Too bad I don't have wings. I feel like I can fly. When I get to Shigure's house, I don't bother to go inside. Nobody's home. Yuki and Shigure are at Ayame's shop, discussing god knows what, and Tohru's over at Uotani's with Hanajima. Instead, I climb to the roof and take my usual position. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieve my letter with nothing but delicacy. Then, I run a finger under the seal and let the letter fall into my waiting hand before I unfold the paper and read:
Dear Can You Guess Who,
I truly don't know what to say. So I'll start with what comes to mind first. No, I can't guess who you are. You're handwriting seems familiar, but I can't match a face to it. I have gotten so many letters over the years that they all just seems to look and read the same. But not yours. Your's is different. The color, the content. You have really taken me completely by surprise.
Your personality and creativity make me feel honored to have you writing to me. My feelings are the same as yours: I want to know you. So where do we start? The basics? Do we work our way up to the extremes? I have so many things I've never told anyone that I feel like I'm going to explode. How I would just love to tell you. But I don't even know who you are, and I've only gotten one letter from you (Right?), so why do I feel that I can spill my soul to you? I assume that we know each other, right? So why won't you just tell me who you are? What's to hide?
Dying to know,
Yuki Sohma
Ooc: There's the second chapter for you. Did you like it? More? Less? The same? Tell me in a review! Should I continue? Any suggestions, questions? I'll give reviewers pie! You know you want some.