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Hey everyone, sorry about the delays. I had major writer's block and didn't have any good ideas for this chapter for like. . . .a month. So, I hope that this is good enough.

Chapter 2: Everything Has Changed

What did you really expect? Kyo thought as he inhaled the cigarette smoke. He pulled it away from his lips and looked down at it with a look of disgust. He hated the taste of nicotine on his tongue and the smell of the poisonous smoke; but the feeling of those body crippling chemicals clouding his lungs felt warm and burned with tranquility. It almost made his body feel as if it was just air that anyone could just walk through, like he didn't exist at all. Like everything he had ever been through had all disappeared in a blink of an eye. A comforting feeling that gave him the most satisfying relief he could get out of life. It was a familiar feeling that someone very important to him used to give him. Just hearing her voice made the whole planet pause for just a moment, just long enough for him to take in the sweet sound. And now he was looking down at that cigarette, expecting that same comfort in such a repulsive thing. Of course this cigarette could never compare to her, but it was what got him through the day. Without hesitation he placed the cigarette between his lips and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Kyo choked on the smoke that had gotten caught in his throat. The unbelievably painful burn was causing to him go into a coughing fit. Instinctively, he forced it out of his throat and into the air in a broken group of clouds. With watering eyes, he glanced behind him only to see Kazuma staring at him with a sternly raised brow. He watched Kazuma as he grinded the end of the half smoked cigarette into the bottom step of the front porch.

"Nothing," Kyo lied.

A soft smile appeared on Kazuma's face. He disagreed with the consumption of products that damaged the body, but he couldn't find the heart to take those things away from Kyo. Mostly, because he knew it was how he was coping with all of the drastic changes around him. Kazuma preferred Kyo's smoking habits over his past coping methods.

Kyo smiled back at him and then looked ahead, his insincere smile fading into an amused expression. Kazuma sat down next to Kyo and gently patted him on the back. Kyo looked at him out of the corner of his eye and shook his head in disbelief. How anyone could project that much positive energy without ever saying a word was beyond him. Kazuma could smile with every inch of sincerity in his body filling his eyes, even in the worst of times. Reasons such as that made Kyo respect Kazuma, but it he also envied it. If he was capable of being happy, even in hard times, he wouldn't be sitting on the front porch of Kazuma's house smoking an undeserved cigarette trying to forget the day.

"What's wrong?" Kazuma asked.

"You seem different today, like something has happened."

Kyo scoffed and proceeded to shake his head once again. He didn't mean to sound as rude as he did, but lately, things were always happening to Kyo. He couldn't do the right things to save his own life. If someone were to literally come up to him and threaten to take his life if he managed to screw up a task, he would fuck up somewhere down the line. Everything that had lead up to this moment, starting with Tohru's disappearance, had made his will to be alive decrypted. Nothing ever seemed to work out for him anymore.

"They found Tohru," he answered. A swell of desire for another cigarette arose in Kyo's chest as he announced the good news.

"Then why are you here?" Kazuma asked in a surprisingly calm tone.

Kyo shrugged his shoulders and then proceeded to pull the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and urgently struggled to get one out of the package. Suddenly, Kazuma's hand was placed over his. Kyo paused, his hands subtly trembling under Kazuma's as they both forced the package to stay closed. Kyo bit his lip and stared blankly down at Kazuma's hands.

"Not be disrespectful," Kyo began, "But I'm going to need you to remove your hand."

"You know that this isn't the answer," Kazuma informed.

Kyo glanced over at Kazuma, a dark emotion filling his eyes. Kyo sighed; he had no desire to argue with Kazuma, even though he was tempted to. After a moment of unmoved silence, Kazuma placed both of his hands on his lap and Kyo put the pack of cigarettes back in his pocket.

"If that's not the answer, then what is?" Kyo asked.

Kazuma's smile appeared on his face again. Just hearing Kyo ask that question, made Kazuma believe that Kyo had some hope left within him. That he could be happy without smoking a cigarette and could sleep without knocking himself out with a high dose of sleeping pills.

"I don't know, you have to figure that out," he answered.

Kyo glanced over at Kazuma again and chuckled lightly.

"You would say that."

Tohru was lying on the floor trying to wrap her arms around herself for warmth. She clenched the fabric of her skirt and tried to pull it down over her bare knees, once in a while she would even shudder violently as the air ran by her. Tohru's captor stood over her, watching every one of her pathetic moves and took pride in her misery. Everything was beginning to unfold smoothly. But despite, his plan to deprive her of human contact for the next couple of days, he was becoming eager. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her. Just the thought made his fingers tingle with antisapation.

With that thought in his mind; he was hovering over her in one quick motion as he buried his face in her neck and took in the scent of her hair.

"Please don't," Tohru begged as she felt his cold dry hands graze across her bare thigh.

"Why not?" the young man teased.

"Do you not want me?" he asked. Before saying anything else, he placed his hands on her knees and violently spread her legs apart. With a heavy breathing he forced himself between them, his body subtly quivering as his skin brushed against hers. The man's shaking hands gently rubbing her bare skin and without any warning his fingers tightly wrapped around her thigh, assuring that there would be little movement. Tohru bit her bottom lip as tears began to gather over her eyes. She was fighting to remain silent despite the pain of his grip, knowing that her cries only caused him to be unreasonable. The man leaned down close enough for their chest to breathe against each other. When Tohru didn't answer, a sudden spark of impatience ran through him. The man's fingers tangled themselves into her hair and gripped it tightly. He pulled back so that her body instinctively curved into his as she gasped in pain.

"Answer me," the boy growled his nails digging into her skin. Tohru gasped once again, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to anger him any further. This was the fifth time he had visited her since her kidnapping, but for the first time he seemed more agitated than usual. Perhaps, he had waited so long to do anything to her, that his patience was wearing thin.

"I-" she whispered.

Suddenly, his hand was brought down hard onto the floor next to her head. Tohru flinched when she heard the sound of his fist hitting the wood, making her ears ring.

"Spit it out!" he ordered.

Tohru's lip began to quiver as the tears came rolling down her face. Her body involuntarily began to tremble under his. She looked up at him, only seeing the outline of his body in the darkness, feeling his warm breath against her neck, his accelerating heartbeat across her chest.

"What do you want from me?" Tohru whined.

Somehow, Tohru could feel the devilish grin on his face. In that instant, something about his aura haunted her mentally and tore her down emotionally. He chuckled under his breath and leaned down closer to her.

"Whatever I can take from you?" he whispered as his hands made their way under her shirt and crawled across her skin.

"No," she cried as her hands began to press against his chest, but her effort was useless. He just freed his hands from her shirt and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the empty floor over her head. He leaned down grabbed a bit of the skin from her neck with his teeth. She shirked in shock and continued to resist, but he was so much stronger than her. Especially, now that he had deprived her of food and water for the past few days. The man took his free hand and slid it up Tohru's skirt and tried to pull down the cotton cloth beneath it. When suddenly, Tohru broken free from his grip and began to lash her arms around in attempts to scratch him.

"No," she cried again.

At first the man was caught off guard, not expecting a determined fight from such a tolerate girl. Of course, when put in a situation such as this, one should expect abnormal behavior. The man put distance between them as Tohru swung her arms blindly. The man's face began to feel warm as his blood boiled beneath his skin. His patience was quickly descending, and when it rock bottom his hand, instinctively, struck her face. All of her struggling came to a halt as she laid on the floor in a daze. Tohru lightly touched her burning cheek and stared up at the figure in bewilderment, not really sure what had just happened.

"You will do what I say," he warned. The man was breathing heavily, his voice sounding more like a growl. Even his fists were clenched close to his side as if he was going to strike her again. But then there was a sound of a sigh. Shortly after, there was nothing but silence. No words, not even the sound of the man's breathing could be heard. Suddenly, he was close to her again, his hands gently feeling the curves of Tohru's body. He nuzzled his face into her neck and took in a deep breath of her scent. The man did these things as if to comfort her, since she was so flustered by his violent behavior.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said apologetically. "But I will if I have to."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Tohru repeated, her tone of voice displaying her confusion.

He chuckled lightly as he kissed Tohru's cheek. "Because I love you and even though you don't love me. You will," he explained. "I'll make sure of it."

Tohru didn't answer. She was so shocked that she could barely move. Her mind were raging with strange thoughts that she tried to put away. Tohru was strangely feeling . . . pity for this man. Her captor, whom had been practically torturing her for the past couple of days, had tamed her hatred for him. Those three words had made her soft to his touch. She was ashamed that she was so easy. Tohru flinched again as she felt the soft touch of his lips against her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to bare the idea of this man being so gentle with her. His hands were tracing her body then tried to make their way up her skirt again. She opened her eyes, her mind beginning to panic.

"Please don't," she whispered. "If you love me, you'll respect me enough to wait," she said, hoping that was a good enough excuse. She wasn't planning on giving him anything of that sort without a fight, but maybe if she promised him that she would have enough time to make an escape or plan.

The man chuckled again. Surprisingly, he listened to Tohru. His hands freed themselves as he pushed himself off the floor onto standing. "I'll wait," he answered. "But don't expect me to wait long," he warned as he walked to the door and left the room. Upon hearing the door shut, Tohru began to cry even more, her breathing was staggered and her body that had been so still began to tremble again. She rolled over on her side and hugged her knees for comfort.

"Is she okay?" a familiar voice asked.

"Yeah," a voice, which sounded like Yuki, answered.

"She cries in her sleep sometimes."

Suddenly, Tohru felt someone's fingers softly wiping the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes opened upon feeling their touch.

"Yuki?" she beckoned softly.

Yuki quickly sat down next to her as if her calling was urgent.

"I'm sorry Miss Honda. Did I wake you?" he asked.

"No," Tohru smiled. In truth, whoever had spoken first caused her to wake up, but it was the feeling of Yuki's touch that had prompted her to open her eyes. But she had to admit that being awakened by a gentle voice was much better then reliving more of her memories as she slept. She found more peace in being awake anyways.

Silently, Tohru reached out the touch Yuki in any way possible. Her other senses hadn't really increased their intensity just yet, so the world around her seemed very distance. Suddenly Yuki clasped his hands around Tohru's, reassuring that he was still by her side.

"Tohru, someone is here to you," he informed her.

Tohru had sat up suddenly; her body, disagreeing with her movement, had sent sparks that felt like bolts of lightning through her. Tohru tightened her grip on Yuki's hand as her eyes tightly closed, trembling as the pain passed through. A few moments passed before Tohru opened her eyes again and stared blankly ahead, a soft smile appeared on her face as she began to dismiss the pain.

"Tohru," the small voice called. "It's Kisa."

Tohru's face went blank with a hint of shock. Her grip on Yuki's hands became weaker and weaker as the seconds passed. Realizing that Tohru was hinting that she wanted to embrace Kisa, Yuki brought his hands back to himself and glanced over a Kisa whom had her hands clenched tightly to her chest with tears filling up her eyes. Tohru, now free, held her arms out for Kisa like a mother seeing her child for the first time.

"Please come closer," Tohru begged.

Kisa's hands slowly came down to her side as she took small unconfident steps towards Tohru. Kisa tangled her fingers within Tohru's, but still stood at a distance. Tohru frowned, as soon as she felt Kisa's slender fingers between hers.

"Why are you so far away?" Tohru asked in disappointment.

"I'm-" Kisa paused," I'm afraid to hurt you, you seem so fragile."

Tohru shook her head and began to pull Kisa closer, surprised that she would even think such a thing.

"You can't hurt me," Tohru assured her.

Kisa tried to hold her composure. She was trying her hardest to resist Tohru's desire to hold her, but it was becoming harder the closer she got. Kisa promised herself before she came in the room that she wouldn't get excited, but it was getting to be too much. Suddenly, Kisa untangled her hand was Tohru's and practically lunged at her with open arms. She embraced Tohru and began to cry against her shoulder.

"I missed you so much," she admitted.

Tohru was taken aback by Kisa's change in emotion. Everything was so sudden that Tohru sat with her arms up, not embracing Kisa. Although, when her mind caught up with what had happened she instantly wrapped her arms around Kisa. It was strange, the girl whom was so small before seemed so much bigger now. She had developed the body of a woman and her hair was long and felt like silk. Tohru began to cry again, how much had she truly missed? Everything was starting to seem so different since she had been freed of confinement.

Yuki, stood from the bed and walked towards the door. With a quick glance at the two girls he smiled sincerely and then left the room.

R/A: I have so many ideas just swamping my brain right now. I just don't know when and where to put all this stuff. Don't worry, it will all come together soon enough.