Rebel

Chapter Title: Realization
Pairings: Hatori/OC. Very subtle hints at Kyo/OC
Warnings: None. This one is actually G-rated. Gasp!

"Aya-kun!" Cheered the happy voice of Shigure as he picked up the phone. Miku's mind blanked for a second. Crap. What did she do now?

"Th-this isn't Ayame," she stuttered, quickly trying to think up a plan. "This is... Tohru!" she said, figuring that it wouldn't be too hard to impersonate the girl he had ranted about on the messaging machine.

"Ah, dear Tohru... Why are you at Ayame-kun's?" Shigure asked, confused. "I thought you left to go grocery shopping?"

"I did, but I needed to... pick up a dress he made for me."

"Oh, can I see it?"

"Uh, sure. When I get back. Can I speak to Kyo?"

Shigure practically snickered on the other end of the phone line. "Sure, Tohru-chan. Please, be free. Confess your love for him! The dress is a bridal gown, isn't it?" he said conspiritorialy. "You can tell me. I'll keep it a secret."

Miku blinked. What a strange man. "Uh, no. No it's not a bridal dress. Can I speak to Kyo-kun, please?"

Shigure gave a dramatic sigh, then could be heard screaming 'Kyo!' in the background. After a few moments of silence, some more shouting, and some shuffling, a tired, confused voice came on the line.

"Tohru?"

Ah, double crap. I need to learn to think ahead, she thought to herself. I really need to plan these things better. "Hi?" She started.

"You're not Tohru," he said, voice accusing.

"I know," Miku mumbled. "But don't let Shigure hear you say that. Are you alone?" Miku really didn't want to get in trouble. She wasn't supposed to be doing this. She had a very, very bad feeling about the whole thing. Who was this boy? How did he know her?

"Yeah, I'm alone," he grumbled. "Who are you?"

"Well, um, Mikumi-yuki Sohma. But... you can call me Miku." She mumbled.

She heard a sharp, surprised gasp. "Miku?" he asked, voice breathless and strained. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Uh, no. Look, can we meet? I have a lot of questions."

"Yeah, yeah. Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

Miku considered giving him her address, but thought it might not be entirely safe. After all, she really had no idea who this man was, and Ayame was all the way in Tokyo. "Do you know where the Shinken park is?" She asked, recalling the place where she'd first met Shigure.

"Yeah."

"Meet me there."

And she hung up, putting her coat back on, and headed out the door, leaving a note for Ayame in case she wasn't back by the time he got home. She wasn't sure how this was going to take.

X.x.X.x.X

Miku stood shivering in the snow, the sun setting on the horizon, looking around. There wasn't anybody at the park this late at night.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she gave a small shriek, whirling around to face the boy who had starred in many of her nightmares. Her breath left her all at once as she stared up at him, confused. She had never met him before in her life.

But he knew who she was.

And she had dreamed about him, many a time.

"K-Kyo?" She stuttered, double checking that this was indeed the boy she had planned to meet.

He looked like he was in pain when he took in her appearance. "God, you haven't changed a bit," he said softly. And then before she realized what was happening, he had wrapped her up in his arms, hugging her tightly. His shoulders shook slightly. Is he crying? Miku wondered, akwardly patting her back. "I missed you so much..." He said, voice thick with tears.

Miku was really, really confused. "Um, who are you?" She asked, figuring that was a perfectly good question to start with.

Kyo stepped back in surprise, regarding her carefully, as if not sure she was serious. He sighed, looking away. "You really don't remember, do you?" He asked, voice soft and tired.

Miku frowned. "Remember what?"

Kyo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's... it's a long story."

"Well then how about you start with telling me how you know who I am?" Miku asked, feeling herself get a little pissed. She coughed slightly, and his face whipped back to her, looking concerned. He took a step closer, then hesitated.

"Do you need your inhaler?" He asked, looking at her questioningly.

Miku frowned. "No, I'm fine." She gave a frustrated, exasperated sigh. "But how the hell do you know me? How do you know all these things about me?"

Kyo frowned. "I... We've been best friends since we were little. You remember that much, don't you?"

Miku stiffened. What little she could remember of her childhood most certainly did not include him. Until she had started a public middle school, she had spent her entire life in one room, not permitted to leave. "You're lying," she finally said.

Kyo shook his head. "No, I'm not. Akito let you out of the room once a week, remember? To play in the garden." Miku regarded him carefully.

"You know about that too?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you!" He snapped, getting frustrated too. "I know all of it. I'm your best friend!"

"Then why don't I remember?" She snapped back, feeling angry herself.

Kyo fell silent, turning his back to her. "Because Akito ordered Hatori to erase all your memories of me."

Miku stared at him. That couldn't be true. That, just... that couldn't be true, could it?

But, then again... what if her nightmares were real?

She bit her lower lip, chewing it thoughtfully. Kyo didn't say anything, didn't turn around to face her, as if waiting for her to respond. Finally, she moved to stand just behind him. "Turn around," she said soflty. He obeyed, looking down at her, aprehensive. She didn't meet his eyes, just lifted up his shirt, and traced her finger over the bullet scar on his chest, just inches from his heart.

She gave a soft, surprised gasp. "They're real. My nightmares are real." She mumbled, realization setting in. She let go of his shirt, took a shaky step back, and then turned tail and ran. She could hear Kyo shouting out for her from behind her, but she ignored it, just running until she reached home. She locked herself in her room, and collapsed on her bed, sobbing.

If those dreams were real, than that meant the others were real, too.