AN: So... Chapter 3. This time it's in Kyo-kun's POV, so I hope you get a good idea of what he thinks.
Also, the plot line will begin to come more clear... I think... I hope...
Please enjoy, read and review...
Kaytii/
DISCLAIMER: No mater how much I may want to, I don't own Fruits Basket...
Hatsuyuki Shinderera
Kyo's POV…
"Hey! Kyo-kun! Are you coming or not?" I looked up from where I was sitting to see Kagura there, waiting for me… standing there whining like she always was – gosh, how she annoys me… "You're not upset about you-know-what are you…?"
The last part she whispered, but it didn't matter. How dare she bring that up – it was NONE of her business – none at all… What happened that night in the estate a few weeks ago has nothing to do with her. She wasn't even there for me… how could I let her talk about it as if she had cared what happened…?
"LEAVE ME ALONE KAGURA!" I shouted at her angrily, glad to have a target to vent out my anger – I don't know what I would do if I didn't have the chance to scream… it would eat me from the inside out, I think…
"KYO YOU'RE SO MEAN!" Within seconds she had changed completely, like she always did. Why did I always have to forget that she would try and kill me when I said stuff like that…? God, I really am an idiot sometimes… just like he always says… the bastard…
"Who did this to you darling?" She asked tearfully as she let go of the head lock that she had put me in, allowing me to stumble backwards a little away from that estate, and towards home… the dojo…
Then I heard a rustling from the trees ahead of us, and as I turned to face them, I saw a pair of violet eyes looking on at us, a pair of beaut—
NO! It was him. That damn sissy boy who was always surrounded by everyone… that damn boy who was loved by all…
Who stole all that I had worked so far for just like that the moment he arrived at this school last year…
"YOU! ..." I gazed at the boy with pure hatred as he looked upon me, and my eyes turned completely hard to his gaze, like they always did when I saw that damn thing… I couldn't help it; even if I was rebuked by the Sensei's and the other idiots at the school… there was just something not right about him… something that made me hate him… "Come on Kagura. I don't want to stay here anymore. Let's go."
I didn't want to be in the presence of the 'prince' anymore… the way his pitiful eyes stared at me… Eugh! It was just so annoying! It was as if he could bloody see into my soul or something! I HATE IT!
I HATE HIM!
I HATE ALL HE IS!
I didn't wait for Kagura to catch up with me, I just stormed off… I didn't know why I was always like this – and to be honest – I just didn't care! As long as he was there for me to hate, I wouldn't think about anything else – after all, as Shishou always says, I'm more of a 'doer' than a 'thinker'… And I always will be – I have no other way to live.
"Bye byeeeeeeee Kyo!" I tried to stop myself from choking as she enveloped me into a strangulating embrace before running off gaily, humming to herself the 'meow' song… in a way I envied her for being so carefree… I could only wish to be like that… and even still, I know that it will never happen… not to me, the outcast. Never.
I was forever cursed to be… well, cursed. There was no other way to say it. And why? Because that damn rat, whoever he is, cursed me. IT'S HIS ENTIRE FAULT –ALL OF IT!
"Kyo-kun, are you alright…?" I looked up and saw my Shishou standing there outside the dojo, smiling gently at me, soothingly even. "You're not still thinking about…"
"No. I've almost forgotten about it, okay? It doesn't matter. I can't do anything about it, so just leave me alone." With that I stormed away into the dojo, unwilling to be asked anything more about what had happened…
… Because I hadn't forgotten about that terrible night… and I don't think I will, or I could… because that night scared me…
… The night I first saw what the great 'head of the family' do something unforgivable…
… The night blood was first spilt into my heart, when I saw that dark room, the room which was meant for me, inhabited by someone else… someone in pain…
… Someone who was screaming out… she was just a young girl, younger than me… and I could do nothing to save this child…
What kind of a person did that make me…?
But what kind of people did it make all of those Sohma snobs who lived there, and passed that room every day, and yet didn't help her…
And what did it make that damn Yuki Sohma, who most likely knew the child? How could ANYONE just let something like this happen to a child…? How could anyone let Akito always have his way…?
I couldn't do anything, stuck away here… but they could, couldn't they…?
*Knock, knock*
I looked up as Shishou entered my room, obviously concerned about my outburst.
"Here, Kyo, come on… I'm making some dinner for us…"
He's making dinner for us…?
In the Kitchen…?
And he's… here…?
Urgently I raced downstairs, just in time to save the overflowing sushi and burning rice. Gosh, why did he even try to cook after all of the disasters he had had previously in this bloody house?
"What did I do this time Kyo…?" It was so annoying – I wanted to both laugh at his lack of culinary skills and weep in frustration at his lack of common sense. How could someone so great at Martial arts, and fighting, and teaching be so… rubbish at something as simple as cooking a bit of rice and fish.
"Here Shishou, this is how you do it…" I began explaining it gall to him as I cooked, hoping that next time, either my long explanation would put him off cooking, or that he would remember something, anythingwould be better than nothing…
It was only later that I realised that by doing this, he had made me forget about my worries, even for just a few hours… He was the best.
"So… Kyo…" Shishou began as we sat down to eat, the somewhat edible food. "It's your eighteenth birthday party next week. Have you got any ideas?"
"Urmm…" To be honest, I had been trying to put off this conversation, preferably to way past my eighteenth birthday… "I… I'm not sure…"
"Oh Kyo!" He smiled and ruffled my hair from across the table, laughing to himself softly. "Then would you like me to do the planning…?"
I suppose it could be worse…
… O, wait… It COULD be worse…
… Especially if he cooked…
"Shishou, I'll let you plan my birthday on one condition… that you hire a caterer and have absolutely nothing to do with the refreshments side of it."
"Very well Kyo… Just make sure you turn up… I'm sure you will have a great time…"
Of course I wouldn't.
I was the cat.
The Cat just didn't do "great times"…
The Cat didn't have love, and hope and all of that stuff…
I just had myself… and that was my first priority…
… Then why did I still think about those screams in the night…