Disclaimer: Kyo's not mine; oh how I wish it were otherwise. I did make up Katsuhiro though :P
A/N: There will be no OC girls (because I despise them, usually) and this will eventually be a bishounen (malexmale) but nothing too graphic Hope you guys enjoy!
Also, I know I put writing off… like a lot but I'll work harder, I promise!
(Katsuhiro's apartment)
The slapping incident left Kyo petrified. No question seemed worth the risk anymore. With no one to talk to, Kyo went to bed early but the ease of sleep eluded him time and again. After hours of twisting and turning in his room, he would lay wide-awake staring at the walls, his palpitation rising as monsters from his imagination acquired shape and substance in the dark. His face contorted in fear as he was chased through endless forests by monsters akin to his second form and the chase only ended with him trapped in Akito's cathouse. Shuddering in the darkness, he heard the echo of voices of his cat cursed ancestors followed by Akito's sick and twisted laughter ringing throughout the room, signaling his nightmare had only just begun.
Kyo shot up covered in sheen of sweat and chilled to the bone. Frantically, he took in his surroundings and relaxed as he realized he was back in his room in their new house. Sighing, Kyo shuffled up against a wall, he was so relieved it was just a dream. Embarrassed he had been crying in his sleep, Kyo wiped his tears away roughly and vowed to pretend the nightmare had never transpired. It wasn't like he could turn to many for comfort. He had accepted that long ago, now he just dealt with it.
Leaving his room to peek outside, Kyo marveled at the bright and beautiful day that lay in wait. He began his chores with vigor after a quick shower. The dishes, cooking, cleaning and much of the laundry later, Kyo found himself despondently watching the quiet yard from the safety of the living room. His father had forbidden his leaving the house in the afternoon hours. "You would scare people away with your ugly face, you little monster. If you disobey me, I will leave you with Akito and he can do with you as he pleases." Often, Kyo never went outside in fear. Opting instead, to watch the other children play and enjoy the weather. When it rained, Kyo stayed under his blanket almost pleased that he would not be jealous of anyone today. In the afternoon, when Katsuhiro returned, it was only to drink himself into a frenzied rage at his son, the severity of his actions subject to change with his mood. Sometimes Kyo was yelled at and other times, he would be belted viciously, but each day, silence would fall with the evening and the father's sins were forgiven.
The subsequent week after the funeral however, this mundane routine changed. Katsuhiro was presented with a summons from the head. Kureno's only words "Akito-sama wishes to see you this evening. Bring the cursed child with you. Do not be late." Katsuhiro was not a man ruled by others but none disobeyed the head. This frayed the nerves of Katsuhiro's patience. Furious that he would be inconvenienced because of Kyo, the man cursed his son on his way home from work.
Stomping irately into the house, a troubled Katsuhiro went in search of Kyo. When he finally spotted the boy sleeping by the balcony window, the wiry tendrils of anger consumed him. He stormed towards a silent Kyo bathed in sunlight and curled up like the feline that he was. His orange hair glowed and the features of his face had softened in undisturbed slumber making him look like an angel at peace.
"Wake up, stupid monster. You will not be permitted to sleep where you please in my house!" Katsuhiro roared pulling the still sleeping Kyo up by his arm and dragging him back to his room. Kyo's rude awakening left him startled but he stayed quiet and refrained from tugging his arm back. Although it felt like his shoulder would be ripped in two, Kyo only focused on keeping up with his father. Throwing Kyo into the room, Katsuhiro whipped the fusuma closed. Kyo sat dazed for a bit unsure of what had just happened. Slowly, he pulled a blanket from the folded pile of his bedding and curled up under it without bothering with a sheet. While the furniture from the Sohma complex was off limits to the cat cursed, the that head had been generous enough to let Katsuhiro take enough to furnish the areas would not be in the direct use by the cursed cat. Kyo exhaled softly into his hands under the ragged blanket struggling to remember the warmth he had been laying in.
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