Disclaimer: Since I'm supposed to be honest, I guess I say that Fruits basket is in no way my own creation. So, sadly, I don't on any of the characters. But if you steal -any- of my plot ideas, I will be thuroughly vexed. You don't want to see me when I'm vexed.
Pairings: Yuki/Kyo is what I am completely sure about; 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.
An Ayame/Shigure is slightly implied in this chapter. I no longer have interest in writing about Momiji/Hatsuharu. Sorry.
Warnings: Violence, swearing, audult situations and... whatever else I feel like putting in here. For this chapter there is adult language and adult situations. The rating is around nc-15 to mild nc-17. The future rating will range from pg-13 to nc-17 and possibly even R in later chapters. I'll tell you when, If I get around to it.
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.
Reviewers: Thank you all for telling me over and over again that you're enjoying this story and that I'm a good writer. It means a lot to me and keeps me writing.
Evil Kitty of Doom - That's, uh, interesting? Your reviews always make me laugh. And I hate sheet rocking. It's boring.
seto'swifey - Is that really the curse? Dunno. Maybe. I was just thinking about Fruba late at night and all of a sudden I was like, 'Oh my God, that's it!' and I wrote the chapter around that idea of the curse. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. But none of the characters ever seem to get their love (Hatori) or their families hate them( Kyo and Momiji).
Blue-eyed snowflake - My plans for future writing? Well... I have a couple. None that I'll share about this particular story but I already have another plot for a Yuki/Kyo story. If you beg for it, I might tell it to you. Oh, oh, I'm mean. xP
Megumi and Chibi - Chains and superglue! I luff them, luff them, luff them! -cough-sadist-cough-
Fritz Will Get You - I've already told you, but I'll be nice and tell you again on here. Yes. I came up with that. I don't quote from the manga/anime unless stated. and so far, I've never had the need to. And I happen to enjoy not doing my essay, thank you. Besides, if I want to spell things wrong, I will. So there. -pushes you off a cliff because she wants to-
My Second Apology: It's been about another month now since I last updated. Sorry. I had finals and I thought I would be able to post something faster than this.
Chapter Eight:
Kyo's POV
I hate my mind. It's lying to me, telling me things that can't be real. I can only be dreaming. This is a dream. I'm certain of it. Or a hallucination. That would make more sense. But no matter what it is, I still hate my mind for doing this to me; Giving me false hope. There's no point in wanting what is impossible.
There's no way that what's around me is real. I should still be locked up in the cage. I –am- still locked in the cage. Where else would I be, -could- I be? No where, that's where!
This warmth surrounding me has to be false. This heart beat I'm hearing has to be my own. But why is it so steady, so relaxed? I'm panicking! Shouldn't it be rapid? Erratic? And… why do I hear soft breathing?
Suddenly I could care less whether any of this is real or not. I figure it's best to just relax and enjoy my momentary reprieve. I allow my mind to wonder, curiosity brewing. Where am I?
I try to look around. Useless. All I see is black. I try to move but find that I'm held down by something.
"Mmrgh…" My heart stops.
A groan. Right next to me. I was not alone. I felt something shifting under me. What's going on, damn-it? Everything is just so… Frustrating! Whatever it is shifts again, followed by another groan. Abruptly I'm hit by a blast of cold. Extreme cold.
I jerk, attempting to forcibly escape from the unexpected. This time I find that I am able to without trouble. My eyes snap open and I can finally see, albeit blurrily. It only takes a few moments for my vision to clear.
I let out a cross between a cry of surprise and a strangled gurgle. Not very becoming, not very becoming at all… What I'm seeing before me… I'm definitely dreaming… Don't let it ever end.
"So you're finally awake," Came a sleepy voice. "Took you long enough." Relief was hard to miss in the underlying tones.
I blink. "Finally awake"? What did that mean? I felt like I hadn't slept at all! My whole body felt like lead, my mind fuzzy with static-y white noise comprising of my many, -many-, emotions and thoughts.
"How are you feeling?"
Tired. Sick. Groggy. Warm (for the most part). And stiff. More than a little stiff.
"Kyo?"
I feel like I've been through hell. And I have. I have been through hell. Akito… He beat me… He touched me… He rape-
"Kyo!" I'm being shaken, but with evident care.
The hands on my arms are holding me like I'm more delicate than glass or porcelain. Like I mean something. Like I'm precious.
Too much. Too much. My eyes are burning, my body feels all wrong. The horrid memories of what Akito did to me invade my mind. I can't handle it. Any of this. Being treated like I'm worth more than I am… I'm braking down. Coming apart piece by piece.
I shake, almost uncontrollably. Moisture pools in my eyes, dripping out one drop at a time. My breathing is quick, excessive oxygen reaching my brain. Oh, Kami. Take mercy and kill me now!
My last wall of restraint shatters as I'm pulled forward and cradled against a smooth chest.
"Shh… You're okay now. Kyo… I'm here."
"No," I moan, my words muffled and strained. "'R not real. 'S a dream."
"I'm real." I'm rocked and shushed, trying to be reassured.
"Y-Yuki hates m-me," I stutter, curling into the offered warmth.
"Yuki cares for you."
"Lie- Liar!" There was no force, not enough energy to be mustered.
"I hate you." Sweet affection. How new and bittersweet.
"I hate you…" I shakily reply. "…too…"
Then all is black.
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Hunger pains bring me to consciousness. Regrettably, I force open my eyes and blink away sleep. My heard throbs dully as I sit up, warm covers slipping off my body to pool in my lap. I rest there for a while, looking around.
I'm in a bedroom. Why or where I am not sure. My mind is numb. I only remember faint snippets of events, some of which I'm not even sure are real. There's a window to my left and a door to my right. Somehow everything seems familiar to me, from the tie-dye curtains to the splatter painted walls. I just can't seem to place anything. Why is this room so familiar?
The door opens, in walking-
"Yuki…" I breathe, not believing what I'm seeing. I assumed that I'd been dreaming…
He's holding a tray with a bowl and two cups of tea. His hair is a mess, tucked behind his ears. He walks to me, setting the serving dish on the bedside table before he squats in front of me.
"Hungry?" Yuki questions softly, eyeing me with a knowing expression. "It's pretty late."
I nod, "What…" I wince at my own voice. It's scratchy and forced. I clear my voice to finish what I was trying to ask. "…time is it?"
"Around eight in the evening." He hands me the salmon stew.
Stirring the spoon around, I search for any sign of leeks. Seeing none, I take a test slurp. A moan of pleasure escapes before I can hold it back. Yuki only laughs quietly, sitting himself back on the plush white carpet. I make quick work of emptying the bowl of its delicious contents, not letting a drop go to waste.
"You were out all day yesterday. I wasn't sure you were going to ever wake up." Yuki pauses, causing me to stop eating and look down at him. "And what with this morning… You had me worried."
Worried? Why would Yuki be worried about me? As far as I know, he wants me dead and gone. Why is he here? Where is here? And what happened this morning? My mind is reeling.
I'm no longer hungry. My chest hurts. It's collapsing upon itself. I set the bowl back on the tray with wobbly hands. Then I lay down on the bed, pulling the covers over my trembling, sweaty body.
"Kyo, you should know that I…" His words trailed off, eyes downcast.
It was only a moment later when he looked up at me and saw my unstable state.
"Come on," Yuki stood, offering a hand out to me. "Let's get you taken care of."
I didn't know what to say, let alone do, so I let him help me out of the bed and lead me down a long hallway to a bathroom. A huge bathroom. Not big, not large; Huge.
I waited for him to pull out some medicine, trying to stand without swaying on my feet. Instead, he just stood there, staring at me. I couldn't take it any longer.
"What?" My teeth clacked together, my arms hugging at my chest out of self consciousness.
"Strip." Yuki commanded bluntly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
My cheeks flushed scarlet. Did I hear him right?
"W-what?" I stumbled over the words, embarrassed.
"Take off your clothes. You know," Yuki points over his shoulder, "for a bath? To warm you up?"
"Oh." I had thought…
Shaking my head, conscious of how hard and how fast, to clear it, I watch as he turns away to start the water and turn on the fan. I bite on my lip. I don't want to- Not when he's in the room. It's awkward, at least, for me it is. I'm not helpless. I –can- bathe myself.
"Well?" Yuki gives me a pointed look.
"F-fff- fine." I'm really shivering now, not about to complain much more.
I look down at myself. Dirt and blood and Kami knows what else covers my clothes. They're clearly ruined. Sighing, I take the hem of my shirt and pull it up. Yuki gasps loudly of me and I immediately stop. He's in front of me in moments. My arms drop to my sides as he takes my shirt from me and pulls it gently off, throwing it in a random direction in anger.
Then his hands are ghosting over my waist, trailing up my chest and to my neck, and timidly down my arms to take my hands in his. My eyes had clenched shut the moment he had gasped. Not good… And his hands… his cool and tender touch…
"I'm sorry." Yuki voices softly, a look of remorse plastered to his face.
"Why?" My eyes open sluggishly to look intently at him.
"Look at you…" He sounds strained. "He beat you, cut you…"
My knees began to weaken, my legs starting to burn. I can't stand any more… I need to sit down…
Yuki steadies me by tilting me to lean against him. I'm grateful, but choose not to say anything. Instead, I choose to close my eyes again and take his offered help. He unbuttons my jeans, but I don't even notice. It's not until he's handing me a fresh pair of boxers that I realize I'm as good as naked. And really… I just can't bring myself to care at the moment.
So I let my old pair drop to the floor with the rest of my clothes and put on the soft blue cotton ones that Yuki offered me. A grimace appears on my face as I sopot the inside lining of what I just took off. Caked with dry blood and grime. Yuck.
"I'm decent." I murmur softly so Yuki will turn around to face me.
He leads me over to the bath, which resembles a large hot tub. Warm steam rises, licking at my body and helping my senses clear. I can't help but begin to relax, my eyes to droop even more, at the little, but more than welcome, warmth. Then Yuki helps me up the two steps and then down the four into the hot water.
I let out a hiss at the sudden sting, willingly lowering myself to rest in the middle instead of the foot wide side rim that ran around the perimeter of the bath which sat a foot higher. To my surprise, Yuki came in after me. I wanted to protest, more out of embarrassment than anything else, but didn't have the energy, and truthfully, the willingness. He scooted over to be situated behind me, grabbing some aroma therapy liquid shower gel. He squirted some on his hands before tentatively touching my shoulders.
"Do you mind?" Uncertainty was definitely there, but I was startled to hear the under lacing sound of sincerely desiring to help.
Without thinking, I shook my head that I didn't. I let Yuki begin to wash me. At first he was placid, not wanting to irritate any of my cuts or press too hard on a bruise. It felt good. Real good. So good, in fact, that when I finally caught the scent of the shower gel I let out a nice, long moan. (Refer to chapter 1- envelope scent)Cedar wood. My favorite. Yuki stopped shortly before continuing on down my back, this time with more confidence. This just felt even better. Especially after how rough I had been treated, how wronged I had been by Akit- I melted back against his chest, -Yuki's- bare chest, his arms wrapping around me so that they wouldn't be trapped and I wouldn't slip away.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered faintly.
"No…" The word came out in a breathy sigh, my head turning to burry in his neck. "I don't."
My lips moved against his skin as I spoke, producing a series of shivers to rake up and down my body from such a simple touch. I must be imagining things. This can't be real. Maybe this is a dream after all. Yuki would never hold me like this. And even if it is… Am I really this weak? So what if Akito locked me up, beat me, ra… raped me…
A sob broke through the sudden quiet that had settled and his grip tightened protectively around me in the pleasantly hot water.
"Why are you doing this?" I cried, pained.
"I…" Yuki began. "…'m not sure."
A/N: Review! It makes me happy. And when I'm happy, I write. So no reviews, no new chapter. -glares evil glare of doom- Skwirm!