Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket.
Kyo was furious. After grabbing the teacup from Tohru's hand and smashing it onto the floor at her feet, he kicked open the door and ran out. Everyone was frozen. Yuki, spoon hovering in mid air, Shigure, just about to open the refrigerator, and Hatori, who simply slowly lowered his hands. Tohru was the first to react.
"Oh, I hope that doesn't stain the floor," she said, grabbing a fistful of paper towels. No one missed the tears in the corners of her eyes. Yuki lowered his spoon and shook his head slowly. That cat was even more of an idiot then he thought. Of course, Yuki had noticed Tohru growing closer and closer with Hatori, and of course, he hadn't been pleased, but Kyo...Kyo had silently been seething. He had been yelling at people more often, but other then that, the cat had managed to keep his temper in check around Torhu. Today, it seemed, he snapped. Shigure sighed and patted Tohru on the head.
"It's okay. Just let him run it off," he said. Hatori began picking up the broken pieces of the teacup off the floor, while Tohru poured him another cup of tea.
My head hurts...
Kyo didn't come back that night. Torhu worried as she sat in front of the television, Hatori beside her.
"Do you think he's okay? It's raining..." she trailed off. Shigure shrugged from his spot across the room.
"He's been gone longer then this. He'll come back," he said, starting to type.
It's so cold...
But Kyo didn't come back. The next day, Shigure called the dojo, the main house, the school. And they all answered the same. He's not here. So Torhu stood, and pulled on her coat.
"I'm going to look for him," she said. Hatori silently picked up a flashlight and followed her.
Mom?
Oh my darling, it's too soon! Too soon...
Hatori grabbed Tohru's elbow, catching her before she walked off the edge of the cliff.
"Be careful," he warned. Torhu apologized, then looked down to the bottom of the cliff with a sinking feeling.
"You don't think he could have fallen, do you?" She whispered. Hatori said nothing, only grabbed her hand and started down the rocks.
I missed you. They said it was my fault, that you-
No! No, it wasn't. Come here. Let me hold you.
Torhu let out a sob. There, on the ground, was a little orange cat. Its fur was muddy, its were eyes glassy...
"Kyo!" She cried. She reached forward to touch him. He was cold. He must have been there for so long. Everything was suddenly too much, and she whirled, and wrapped her arms around the man beside her.
And he didn't transform. But she didn't smile, or laugh. And he didn't either. Torhu just sobbed, because, she couldn't help but feel it was all her fault.
There was this girl I liked. She loved someone else. I wonder...?
Oh, Kyo, she is grieving. But she is in his arms.
Good.
They did not ask why Hatori's curse was broken. They did not not ask why they hadn't looked for Kyo sooner.
Yuki didn't know how he was supposed to feel. Kyo was dead. Shigure had taken the cat to the main house, to present the corpse to Akito. Torhu was crying, her tears landing on the shattered teacup that she held in her hands. She was sitting on Hatori's lap, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
The doctor, for his part, was simply stating off into space, and Yuki had to wonder if Hatori was even sad that Kyo was gone. He immediately shook his head. That was a cruel thing to think, but in truth, the cat wasn't exactly well loved. Still, Yuki had not been fond of Kyo in life, and he saw no reason to be fond of him in death. He stood, went into the kitchen, and picked up a leek. Raising it into the air, he smiled.
"To my bitterest enemy. I will always hate you," Yuki said. Then he took a bite of the leek.
You too, rat.
What, darling?
Nothing.