A/N: I admit it has taken me awhile to get started on this, on any of the stories really. But here it is; the first update of many. I must warn you, that although I'm to be updating these stories, I'm only going to be able to when my time allows it. When I have enough time to write, when I can upload it, things like that. So, what I'm trying to say is, don't expect regular updates. I'll try not to have such huge gaps between them though. In any case enjoy the read.
Disclaimer- I simply do not own.
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God's Pet
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Yuki didn't know what to think-what to say, or even do. It had happened so quickly. One minute the feline is bunched into the corner, the next, he's clinging unto to him like a desperately needed lifeline. The sudden contact coupled with the force of the blow, had easily sent them both to the floor in a most uncomfortable sprawl; at least for the silver-haired teen. He sat up, dazed and utterly confused. He shifted, trying to get his cousin to release his death-grip; only to stop seconds later when he noticed the futility of his actions. Shigure would definitely be up in a moment, or maybe even Tohru and God knew he didn't want the girl to see the red-head as he was.
"K-Kyo?" He stuttered in barely concealed disbelief. Awkwardly, he brought his arms down to hug the distraught teen. This was so far beyond what he had been expecting when he decided to confront his cousin. "What's wrong?" he asked stiffly, unused to the art of comforting. Even still, Yuki couldn't bring himself to speak louder than a whisper. Kyo, on the other-hand, seemed unwilling to speak only tightening his hold, burrowing away, trying to hide into the folds of his dress shirt. He seemed so much like a child then, and he didn't know what to do.
Instead of repeating his question, he tightened his hug, rocking slightly, imitating what he knew Tohru would have done. He didn't know what to do, but without a doubt, he knew who was to blame.
It was really the only answer he needed.
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"Fix him."
He clutched the steering wheel, knuckles white from the vice-like grip. Blue eyes, chilling on the best of occasions were haunting as he navigated his way through familiar streets. It was the first time in his whole existence that he felt such boiling hate directed at the family head. It was why he was taking the longest route he could think of to get to his perverted cousin. He needed to calm down. He needed a clear head. He needed a stiff drink.
"Fix him."
Hatori seethed as the demand kept repeating itself in his head. Fixing implied that there was something broken, and however messed up their family was they weren't that. They were emotionally unstable and for damn good reasons.
"Dammit." He growled, whipping out his phone. He couldn't post-pone this forever. He hit the first number on his speed-dial.
Shigure, pick up.
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A/N
I should point out that this is my first time writing like this. Thought I should put that out there. I think that as soon as I get used to the idea, I'll be able to write longer chapters. I hope you enjoyed reading. I realize this is probably a big ole tease, so I'll try and get another chapter out soon.