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Author: Enzeru
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket.
Warning: shounen ai, yaoi
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CHAPTER 2
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Kyo woke up in a cold sweat, his body shaking dangerously. He curled up into
a tiny ball and wept unmercifully. That dream, to Kyo, was like a never-ending
nightmare. One that he woke up to every night and wept to. Although such an
event happening seemed like it could only be a dream, in all actuality it was a
long forgotten memory that refused to fade, refused to dim and only made his
emotions and longing stronger.
His first kiss, shared with that “damned rat” as he so affectionately named
him. Eventually, Kyo realized, Akito had brainwashed them into hating each other
after they used to love one another so much. By torturing Yuki, keeping him in
the horrible little room that only he and Akito knew of, and by chastising and
out casting Kyo, blaming it all on the rat; there lies their ardent hatred.
Soon after Kyo had moved into Shigure’s house did he remember the emotions he
used to feel for Yuki, the innocent and pure love and admiration he had for his
cousin. All of It was drowned out by the over whelming fear that if he showed
his long fleeted and soon reinstating affection, Yuki would get hurt or would
reject him. Kyo wished that he could display the naïve love that all children
could so wistfully display.
It was better for Kyo, who was so easily hurt and pained by his wild emotions
and urges, to keep his ardent compassion for the rat a secret. Pieces of him
still hated Yuki for his fortune, for his acceptance into the Sohma family, and
for his easily charismatic ways. And yet the orange-topped teen remembered the
pain the Yuki used to suffer from, the constant illness that plagued him and
Akito’s pitiless assault on his body and mind.
And so, Kyo would cry. It was the only way he could vent his anger besides
fighting with the rat. Little did Yuki know that the only reason Kyo initiated
those fights was to get close to Yuki, to feel his touch without it being
strange or awkward. It was painful; of course since Kyo always lost those
fights, but he did it willingly, he was desperate for Yuki at that point.
It had never been that bad, when they lived in Sohma house they weren’t near
each other often while they began hating one another more and more. Only when
Kyo was ordered to move in with Shigure and the other teens did he start to
remember his unrequited love. It was strange for Kyo, suddenly have those dreams
of his childhood resurface and become frighteningly frequent. They brought back
happy memories that he had long since repressed, memories of how much he really
didn’t hate Yuki; of how much the boy intrigued him. He became infatuated with
his dreams and soon the infatuation turned into sexual attraction, which he
tried desperately to avoid.
Most people who knew Kyo well enough, thought he was in love with Tohru because
he tried to control his unruly temper in front of her. He didn’t do it because
he loved her, he did it because he respected her and on top of that he didn’t
want to hurt her. But in front of Yuki, he could be his usual wild self, tearing
stuff apart and swearing, fighting or being sad.
While crying on those, what seemed like long and endless nights; Kyo would
wonder if Yuki really hated him. Did Yuki remember what they used to feel for
one another? Kyo recalled, with a laugh, the one time he had asked the rat to
marry him when they were four. Of course back then, neither of them even
fathomed that it might be odd to marry a man. They didn’t care.
Though so many thoughts raced through poor Kyo’s head, questions only the rat
could answer, questions he couldn’t bring himself to ask, he needed to sleep.
His tears subsided for a while as he drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
The morning was unwelcome, the sun rose languidly in the watercolor sky. Kyo, as
usual, was the first one awake. He was a morning person by nature and thrived
while the sun was new.
He was oddly tired this certain day and decided that he didn’t need to get
dressed yet. No one got up as early as he did, so he didn’t worry about it. He
walked slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen, opening the fridge and
drinking from the carton of milk.
All of a sudden he felt someone leaning against his back, a warm forehead
pressed against his spine. He shivered a bit and almost jumped but realized that
if it was Tohru leaning against him she might fall and hurt herself.
“Hey, get off!” he growled.
The mysterious person behind him lifted themselves from his back and stood,
wavering behind him. Kyo whipped around to see Yuki, standing lazily, swaying a
little, in only his own boxers.
The mouse looked at him with a half-lidded, purple stare. His body was wet with
sweaty moisture, his eyes had tears clinging to his lashes and his face was
flushed. It reminded Kyo of his dream, how little Yuki cried just like older
Yuki.
Kyo blushed as his eyes roved over Yuki’s nearly naked figure, wandering down
his face and neck, over his pectorals, across his stomach straight to his…
With a shake of his head, Kyo broke his entrancement. “Morning, rat.” He
said with false contempt. Yuki only sniffled and swayed, this time more
dangerously. “What the hell is wrong with you?” the orange haired boy asked,
trying to not sound concerned.
He started slowly creeping toward him; trying to make sure Yuki wouldn’t fall
over, “Yuki?”
“No…” the rat mumbled and shied away from him Kyo, he started to quiver
and sob. “Please no…” he cried, “Don’t hurt me, please…Akito!”
Red eyes widened in shock, ‘Akito?’ he thought. ‘He must be sleep
walking.’ Kyo deduced. “I’m not going to hurt you Yuki”, Kyo whispered
as he approached him.
Yuki shuddered more violently as tears streamed from his shallow, sleeping eyes.
“No, Akito! Please no!” he whined and cowered before Kyo.
This pried at Kyo’s heart, tearing it into sad shreds as he watched his secret
love suffer even in his dreams. “It’s OK, no one will hurt you ever
again.” Kyo said as he forced Yuki into a tight embrace, curling his arms
around the rat’s shoulders and crushing their naked torsos together.
At first the silver haired boy struggled, trying to fight Kyo away by flailing
his arms and attempting to walk away backwards. Eventually he stopped and
breathed heavy from his attempts, his eyelashes kissing Kyo’s neck as his
tears sprinkled down over his shoulder. His breathing slowed; soon Kyo heard a
gasp and a growl.
“What are you doing?!” Yuki practically yelled as he punches Kyo in the
stomach sending him flying, his back smacked against the counter. “What the
hell were you doing,” Yuki demanded as he glowered at Kyo with angry, deep
cobalt eyes.
Kyo choked for a moment, trying to catch his breath because Yuki had knocked the
wind out of him. “You…” he coughed and continued, “You were sleep
walking and crying. I guess it was a nightmare about…Akito. You were crying
and cowering and I didn’t know what to do…so I held you…” His voice
trailed to nothing, he blushed and looked away from the angry rat.
For just a second, Yuki blushed as well but hid it by grunting and quickly
running back upstairs. He mumbled, “stupid cat” before Kyo lost sight of
him.
It was heart stopping, practically debilitating. The sensation of Yuki’s warm
body against his own was like a drug, it gave him an incomparable high and it
was so addicting that he didn’t think he could live without it any longer.
Kyo was breathing heavy, his whole body was on fire and he was suffering from
Yuki withdrawal. Before he had realized it the subtle stirring in his pants had
engorged him, he gulped and dashed upstairs. Checking to see if everything was
clear, he ran to his room then into the empty bathroom.