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. 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. The rating is around nc-15 to mild nc-17. The future rating will range from pg-13 to nc-17 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.
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Kyo's POV
The night is old but I am wide awake. My heart is thumping loudly in my ears for the whole world to hear. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I look up at Yuki. His eyes are half closed, shadowed by his hair that spills forward. The strands tickle my neck, but I do not laugh. I'm frozen, not able to comprehend what he's doing. Everything's like one of those action movies, everything seemingly happening in slow motion.
His face is inching nearer and nearer to mine. I can feel his moist breath ghost over my lips and his hands running up my chest. I stare, transfixed, by the faint flush on his cheeks. His head tilts slightly to the side and then… some one clears their throat.
Hell!
I push Yuki roughly away from me, head whipping to look where the interruption had come from. There's a loud thud as Yuki hits the floor and I see an outline of a person standing in the doorway. It's too dark to see who it is. Then that someone flips the switch and light illuminates the room.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!
It's Hatori. What the hell is he doing here? Yuki said that no one would come, didn't he? Just a few minutes ago? And what the hell did the rat think he was pulling? Who gave him permission to mess with my head? Fucking liar. Fucking manipulator. Fucking lying, manipulative son of a bitch!
"Hatori…" Yuki starts slowly, rubbing his head where it collided with the floor. "Why are you here?"
As cool and composed as ever, the doctor moved to sit on the corner desk chair. My fists are clenching and unclenching. I'm angry and confused and what the hell is new?
"Akito," I freeze at the mention of him, the whites of my eyes taking over as they grow wide, pupils dilating, "Is furious."
"And?" Yuki coaxes.
I try to block out his words, their words; the whole flipping conversation. I don't want to know. I can't know. Not now. Not yet. Not ever. Never. I never want to fucking know! My body's shaking and I don't even realize it. I'm worrying my bottom lip fiercely, but I don't even taste or feel the blood bead down my chin.
"He's sent out an order for Kyo's immediate return to him, even sent a notice to the police. Akito's forcing everyone to search and be searched, even the kids."
"You can't take him. I won't let you." Yuki growled in low tones, ever the stubborn rat.
"You, Yuki, are another matter of concern," Hatori continued lightly, holding up his hands in a calming gesture. "Akito has not realized your disappearance yet, but he will eventually. And when he does…"
All conversation stops as they focused their attention on me. No… Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Please…!
"Kyo," Yuki's by my side in a flash. "Don't. Stop that."
His hands are on cradling my face. I blink at him, shocked. Then I feel his thumb brush over my chin, smearing something warm and wet and… Oh. Oh, Kami!
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. I've only ever been on a roller coaster once and suddenly I'm finding myself back, twisting and turning and lurching and looping and soaring and falling, falling, falling.
"Damn it," I whispered miserably, caving under the weight of my own self-pity.
I can't look at him. Or Hatori. I'm afraid of what I'll see. I'm just so… pathetic. Completely, utterly, pathetic. And it's driving me insane!
"Damn it!" I howled in self loathing, throwing myself forward.
I knocked Yuki mindfully away from me and skirted quickly around Hatori. Soon I was jogging quickly down the stairs, memories of the house flooding back to me unbidden.
Before I know it, my feet have stopped in front of a door. A plain, wooden, rather ordinary looking door. Scowling, I turned the doorknob and threw it open. And what did I find? What, indeed.
It was the linen closet. But not just any linen closet, it was my linen closet. Feeling surreal, smiling bitterly to myself, I stepped inside and closed the door carefully after me.
Time passed. I don't know how much. I don't care. Time isn't something I'm fond of. I think I slipped in and out of consciousness, but I can't be sure. It was so dark inside of the linen closet that I couldn't tell if I had closed my eyes or not.
I made myself as comfortable as possible. Even though I had grown, I still fit in my favorite hiding spot. I tucked the various blankets and sheets and pillows around myself, curling around them as much as I curled them around me. The scent of laundry detergent filled my nose. It was wonderful.
This is how Yuki found me that unknowable amount of time later. He looked both relieved and smug to find me here, of all places. I didn't understand as I blinked rapidly to adjust my eyes to the light that was flooding in from the hall lamp.
"I figured you would be here." He spoke softly, calmly…sadly.
I didn't answer. I couldn't find the right words to speak. Even though he was right there in the door way and I was laying on the top shelf, I felt so much farther away from him than that.
There was a deep chasm separating us.
And I felt miserable, miserable enough to turn my head from him and burry it in the blankets.
I heard the door shut softly. Darkness surrounded me again. But this time there was the glow of the hall lamp leaking it's light inside.
At first I thought I was alone. But then I heard the unmistakable sound of Yuki pulling him self up to where I was. I wanted to scream at him to leave. I didn't want him here. I didn't want to share this place with him. But another part of me, a bigger part of me, craved for his touch, his embrace.
I wasn't surprised that the shelf could hold our combined weight. It was a long, the wood cut thick and strong. Yuki's hand pressed softly into the square of my back. I didn't move, didn't breathe. His hand slid up, rubbing soft spirals in it's wake.
I felt his body press against me, felt his forehead connect in between my shoulder blades. And finally breath left me, shuddering from mouth.
"He's gone," Warmth kissed my skin where his lips moved lightly over my back when he spoke.
His hands dipped under the various blankets and sheets, shifting some of the pillows aside, to wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. His fingers play lightly around my bellybutton, causing my muscles to bunch and jump under his heated touch.
"Open your eyes, Kyo," He whispered into my ear, casually kissing my neck.
I couldn't help but comply, forcing my eyes to unclench themselves. His fingers never stopped moving, trailing lower and lower each time they circled my bellybutton until they were just barely sinking below my boxer briefs.
My breathing grew labored as I stared up the far wall, unseeing. And then that wonderfully sinful touch was gone. A whimper escaped my already parted lips. But then Yuki was there, pushing me gently onto my back.
I felt his weight settle on my groin. Air hissed in through clenched teeth. His knees pressed gently against my sides, his face hovering above mine. His eyes were alert and sharp and searching, glazed over with something.
The next moment found his lips caressing mine. A gasp of surprise had me arching into his chest, his warmth. And that was okay. This was okay.
A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short. I'm not really up to my best right now, and it's just been so long, that I guess you could consider this a filler chapter. Sadly, the end is nearing, so prepare yourselves.
Also, I'm writing a fiction on fictionpress, so my writing time is split between this story and that one now. If you're interested in reading it, my name is Larrovelle.
Until later, I hope you enjoyed.
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