Merry Christmas!
Third person POV, THIRD PERSON POV Here I Am
Sitting at the small cafe table in the coffee shop was rather nice. Tohru and Yuki exchanged ideas of what they could possibly do in order to help Kyou. Their plans became back up plans and back up plans became fall backs and so on and so forth. They were happy, the look upon their faces something that Kyou ended up filing back into his memory. He picked at the small short stack of pancakes he had ordered as the other's completely ignored their food only taking a drink of water or juice when their throat was had became dry. He still loved Tohru, but now that love had transformed into something akin of an affinity for. He still cared very deeply for her, but if she had came to him now and confessed her love for him he would have to turn her down. He wanted to be with Haru, the ox may be slow, a little dimwitted, and directionally challenged but Kyou had always found those to be more of charm points than faults. And now that he had shared himself with his love he had a taste for bovine and it could only be one ox that would satisfy his cravings.
When the two chatter boxes believed they had come up with enough options to run by Hatori and Shigure the small party started to leave. The lively brunet excused herself to the lady's room as Kyou paid the check.
"I'm gonna go ahead and head out, I need to pick something up from the store," Kyou waved his hand to Yuki as he left.
"Don't forget to get a refill of medication," Yuki shouted back. Giving a small smile, he briefly wondered if this was what it felt like to have a brother. To actually care for someone on that level and interact in that way that friends and lovers could not. Siblings... fought, they struggled but most the time they stayed together. His smile grew soft, maybe he could stop by Ayame's shop today.
Soon as Kyou was outside on the sidewalk he felt a lot better. His freak out before was understandable. He only had about a month and a half now before everything that was his world would be turned into a caged cell quarantined from everything that was warm and comforting. Now that planning of escape in all possible ways was being taken care of by a different party he had to think of a fall back plan. If he couldn't get out of this then he was NOT going to just roll over and take this. He was going to make sure that Akito would regret locking him up, and even though he was sure it would be a complete personality change; he knew exactly what he was going to do. Hey, if you were going to get revenge on someone for screwing up everyone you know and love and then take away your freedom, you might as well have fun while doing it... Right?
"There it is."
He froze. That voice. He hadn't heard that voice in years. His pulse quickened, breath coming in short as his vision filled with the sight of the brown haired man. Those eyes of utter disgust and loathing narrowed upon him, it would make anyone feel Closter phobic in a wide open field.
"Freak," the man hissed closing the distance between the two of them; shifting through people who walked up and down the sidewalk.
"D-dad."
"Don't call me that!" he shouted, earning murmurs and people to quickly shuffle away from the outburst. "Is it counting the days until it gets locked away? Is it enjoying what little freedom it will get?"
"I'm not an 'it'!" Kyou growled out, "Stop calling me that 'Dad'."
"Why doesn't it just go and get locked up right now?! The little fucking monster took its mother's life after all. Why Akito-sama even agreed to letting it run around outside is beyond me."
Kyou's biological father grabbed his wrist, squeezing hard enough to bruise.
The redhead pulled back, the man not letting go causing them to come closer as a result. Red eyes glared as lips snarled, "I didn't fucking kill that bitch. And maybe Akito isn't as fucked in the head as you are, asshole."
A fist came flying to his face, Kyou grabbed the knuckles stopping the punch from connecting. That was it, he was DONE with self pity over this crap. Sure he had a lot to regret. He regretted not being able to protect Hatsuharu when they were children, he regretted not being able to return Kagura's affection, he felt like shit almost all the time because he couldn't amend the past where he started to throw hate at Yuki when the rat didn't deserve it. He always lashed out at Momiji and Shigure, he never got to really know Ayame or that damn clumsy, suicidal monkey. But he was as sure the hell NOT sorry for everything else, and this was just the motivation he needed to spit in the Sohma family's face and declare to them that he was NOT a monster, that he was a person and that they needed to shove their fucked up hatred up their ass and be gorilla fucked.
"Disgusting little freak," he squeezed harder on Kyou's wrist, the teen could feel it pop slightly under the onslaught of pressure. He was sure it was already bruising. "I heard what it's been doing with little Haru."
"What?" Rin must have been spreading rumors. "Forget it, I don't want to know what kind of twisted thoughts you have running through that rotten melon you call a head."
"Don't fucking kill him with that stench," the man spat on Kyou's face before letting of his wrist and storming off. Garnet eyes glared at his retreating figure, sleeve raising up to wipe away at the saliva that ran down his cheek. That prick. He just had to bring up his other form. That disgusting man that had gave him life, if Kyou hated anyone more than his own mother and Rin, it was that bastard. He was spoiled like molded bread through and through.
"FUCK YOU!" Kyou shouted before stuffing his hands into his pockets and stormed off in the direction of the pharmacy and store. Now he was in a very sour mood. Why did his days always end up like that? He would have a good time and then it would turn bad, or it would be bad all the way through. Why couldn't he just have a good day, a normal good day that everyone else seemed to be take for granted?
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When he got home, the walk did not calm him. He wanted to put his fist through a wall or better yet in a certain person's face. But he was sure he would get arrested if he threw a punch at his father. That guy always loved blowing things out of proportion when it came to getting into trouble. Trouble, he was always in trouble with that horrible man. No matter what he did, said, felt, it was all the same. He was a curse, nothing else.
"Ah, Kyou," Hatsuharu caught sight of the cat storming upstairs from his place next to the TV. He frowned when his only reply were pounding feet upon the stairs and a door slamming shut so hard that the wood in the house frame groaned. That... was not a reaction he liked to see. With a deep frown he got to his feet, ascending the stairs he could hear his kitten cursing. He ran to the door and threw it open when he heard the sound of glass breaking.
"Kyou!"
The cat was panting through his anger, the hole in his window and the missing chair at his desk was evidence of what had just happened. Gray eyes saw the purple hand sized bruise on Kyou's wrist.
"What the hell happened?!" He nearly bellowed slamming the door behind him, "You were gone for several hours and come home with a foul temper and bruised wrist." He came up to the cat who's hair was puffed up. Kyou allowed him to take his hand. Haru was gentle in turning it this way and that, getting a good look, "Fuck Kyou, what happened?"
"Apparently I was whoring myself out in order to your affection and because of that I might kill you with my other form," was the growled reply, Kyou yanking his hand away from Hatsuharu who in turn grabbed him by the shoulders and whirled him around to face him.
Those eyes, Black was pissed, "Who the FUCK told you that?"
Kyou was silent, glaring to the side.
"Tell me now."
"Why the fu-" his mouth was suddenly covered with Black Haru's, shutting him up.
When they broke Black was still angry, "Don't even ask a retarded question like that. Just tell me."
"My dad."
"What?"
"The asshole that I got half of my genes from. And don't even think about going after him. You know how he gets and I don't want to visit you in jail. Happy now?!"
"No," Black took a hold of Kyou's hand again, pulling it up for the redhead to get a good look at the nasty bruise. "How can I be happy when you come home like this?" The ox closed his eyes, kissing the bruise gently before giving it a tiny lick.
The cat moved to kiss his lover, his good hand slipping into Haru's shirt. He needed to work out some of his anger with something that was more positive, and he did have a score to settle.
To Be Continued...