Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Blood, I've Wept ❯ Betrayal ( Chapter 3 )

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Author's Note: Once again, I would like to inform you that this fic has been co-written with my dear friend Ali. 50% credit goes to her.

Author's note 2: Okay, folks, advanced warning: This fic is LONG. We're already up part way through chapter twenty-four, and there's just no end in sight thus far. But, we're working on it every spare chance we get, so this little collaboration's update depends solely on whenever I get the chance to edit and upload it.

Thank you again, Shoka, for your wonderful review. ^^ We'd be honoured if you'd read the rest of the story. But, an ADVANCED WARNING TO ALL: This story gets really dark later on. But, if you don't mind the angst, it gets really good in the later chapters. So stick with us! You get a special treat for getting all the way to the epilogue. ^_____^

Read and enjoy,

Aubrey

Blood, I've wept

Chapter three

Betrayal

Yuki strode across the room, at a perfectly normal pace, thank you, placing one hand on the top of Kyou's head. He'd, to be honest, rather stay away from pulses. "See?" He chided lightly. "I don't burn or anything."

"I didn't think you would damnit…" he moaned putting his head down onto his knees. If Yuki was listening to the internal battle, he was going to get a serious headache. It went like this:

'He's touching me.... oh God again he's touching me again... get away... no gods he's touch me again help me!'

'He doesn't hate me? Why not? I mean how long? Who is he? What is he to me? Is he my friend? Am I his friend?'

He then suddenly jerked out from under Yuki's touch. Scrambling for the door, Yuki could try to stop him if he wanted. But that kitty was out of here. He didn't know where Kazuma was, but he knew where, in his mind, the next best thing was. Hatori.

Hatori was just finishing the work that he hadn't gotten done the night before when he heard the not-so-subtle banging on his door. Groaning in irritation, the Dragon stood from his desk, dropping his pen down next to the records as he went. Upon opening his door, however, he was met with his third surprise in the past twelve hours.

"Kyou?"

The creature had run the entire way, and now panted heavily. He fell over much like he had running back to Tohru on New Years with---NO! Kyou didn't know why he was here, well he sort've did, he just needed to get away and Hatori was the first person who popped into his mind. The doctor wouldn't make him go back right now... He'd be safe for a little bit...

"What's the matter?" Hatori questioned with a small sigh, kneeling down in front of the panting cat. "Did you receive a mysterious bite as well?"

"Not---funny...." he breathed angrily at first, but then his previous emotions returned. "I needed somewhere to go." he conceded quietly once he got his breath back. "And I don't know where Master is..."

With another sigh, Hatori shrugged, standing back up. "I still have a little work left, there are drinks in the fridge, help yourself." He said, returning to copying down Akito's rather extensive records from the past two days.

The cat was so grateful; he couldn't even begin to express it. He crawled inside the house sitting with his back resting against the end of the couch, watching the front door carefully.

"He probably already knows..." Kyou murmured softly, he was going to sit here for a little while without worrying about Yuki showing up. But that bastard probably would... So he expected it to be soon...

"Who?" Hatori asked absently, finally flipping the folder closed and capping his pen.

"Yuki!" he yowled immediately drawing his legs up to him, hugging them tightly.

"I highly doubt you need to worry about that." Hatori almost snickered, rising from his desk to go get himself some form of liquid refreshment. "Yuki's not stupid. He knows what lines not to cross."

"No... he keeps coming..." He shook his head. This irrational fear of vampires was making it difficult for him to think. "And touching me... damnit... he's cold and…" Kyou was babbling to himself, not talking to Hatori, as he tried to sort out what was scaring him so badly.

Returning from the kitchen with a hot cup up tea in his hand, Hatori sat down, nodding, apparently unfazed.

"Yes, a drop in body temperature generally occurs when one dies." He agreed casually.

"I don't let living people touch me... Why the hell does he have to keep TOUCHING me when he's dead..." It's a perfectly legitimate question if you ask me.

"Because," Hatori had an idea, but only that. "And keep in mind, this is purely assumption, but...he's probably scared of anymore negative changes right now. He wants you to know he won't hurt you."

The sound of the wind blowing outside made the cat jump, scrambling to where he was practically cowering in Hatori's lap. He had no idea what he'd just done, and it will take him a few moments to process it.

"Yeah right... not hurt me..." he murmured finally

Hatori eyed the trembling creature in his lap with a raised eyebrow.

"And, it seems he has good reasons to try and convince you not to be scared of him." He commented softly. "I'm assuming that's what he's trying to do?"

He'd realized by now that he'd jumped up into the dragons lap. But hey, Hatori hadn't moved him yet, so he wasn't going anywhere. It was nice to have someone touching him for at least a little bit---anyone BUT Yuki touching him in a non-threatening manner right about now actually. "I don't know, it's hard to listen to what he's saying when your minds screaming about how he's touching you..."

"Have you asked him not to?"

"Yes! AND HE CAN READ MY MIND, HATORI!" The tremors that he'd just stopped, promptly started up again. "I guess telling him 'Don't touch me.' isn't being straight forward enough..." he scowled darkly.

The Dragon frowned at that. More than usual, mind.

"Can he...?" His tone was a combination of mild concern, and heavy curiosity.

"Yes..." Kyou was thoroughly upset now. He wanted to sob, but like Yuki years of living in the Sohma family have taught him how to resist. "Damnit... and teleporting... and speed and…and---and…gods he knows I'm here... he'll come and---and... " No sobbing, but slowly becoming incoherent with panic? That's another thing.

"Kyou, he's not a stalker." Hatori felt he should point out. "Even if he comes, he won't do anything to you." And then, unable to hold his curiosity, he asked, "Why are you so terrified of him?" His tone was relatively gentle and unimposing, but still demanding an answer.

"I don't know!" he yowled again. "I didn't care at first... but then he did that that speed thing! And, and I, it---I was just scared. Then he kept after me! Pinning me to that tree and asking me the same thing." He curled up tighter in Hatori's lap. "Then on the roof he teleported off and---and I panicked before I even figured out what it was he'd just done. Then in my room he was touching me again."

Hatori almost laughed out loud to that, but managed to tone it down to a smothered snort.

"I don't think he can control it, Kyou."

"Don't care.... he still does it... If I could just stop being so scared. Do you honestly think I would be here right now in this position." he hissed, referring to the fact that he was in the doctor's lap. But he still wasn't making any sign of moving, unless Hatori shoved him off of course.

"I'm just saying, I'm sure he wouldn't do it, if he can help it." He closed his eyes, resting his head against the back of the couch. "It's probably as unnerving to him, as it is to you."

"Whatever... I don't care, just as long as he leaves me alone..." Kyou relaxed again, resting his head fully against the doctor's leg. But tensed up again: "If he did come you---I he..." he wanted to ask Hatori if he'd protect him from Yuki. But that sounded so cowardly, and more scared than he wanted to admit to. So he just stopped and went back to his previously relaxed state.

"How would I stop him from doing anything?" Hatori guessed, eyebrows high.

"I don't know, maybe he'd listen if you... He's already shown he's not going to listen to me..." And he really just needs someone to depend on to protect him right now. Is that so wrong? After years of defending himself, isn't he allowed someone eventually?

Hatori sighed, almost smiling at him. Almost, not quite. The only one who could make him smile was Kana...maybe Tohru, but probably just Kana.

"He won't come." He promised the boy, not opening his eyes.

The cat closed his eyes with a relieved sigh. We're not quite sure why he's willing to just take Hatori's word on it, but he is. After having stayed awake in that tree the previous night, and then being under some fairly intense stress for a good part of the day, Kyou was feeling a bit tired now. It was really obvious to Hatori once the kid had fallen asleep: his whole body just went limp.

However, it did surprise him, successfully earning a rather shocked look. But, it didn't last long. Almost protectively, he wrapped his arms around the kid. His inner excuse was to simply keep the boy from falling off his lap. That's what he told himself, anyway.

In his sleep, Kyou was about half aware of someone holding him. Really holding, not just laying in Hatori's lap. The dragon had promised Yuki wouldn't come. So there couldn't possibly be a problem with him being held. His sleepy, not quite awake brain reasoned this quickly, wanting to go back fully into sleep. He woke up somewhere around midnight though, holding very still, seeing as he couldn't remember where he was. Or why he was there.

Hatori had dozed off somewhere around eleven. He hadn't been sure what to do with Kyou, so, he hadn't moved. And so, Kyou was met with one very much asleep doctor.

Kyou blinked up at the sleeping doctor. He looked different asleep. It was a kind of startling difference to when he was awake. There was no sign of the normal irritation or disgust that usually graced his face. Another little thought intruded upon him.

'Kyou, Hatori's holding you. Maybe you should move now?' But the enjoyment of being momentarily safe and protected over rode that.

He squirmed just a little tiny bit so he was pressed closer to the doctor, and then went back to sleep.

The only thing that achieved was Hatori tightening his would-be embrace slightly. He mumbled something in his sleep, but it was far too incoherent for Kyou to understand.

They were awoken later by the sound of: the phone. Shigure had coerced it out of Yuki where Kyou had gone. And was now calling to make sure the cat was going to school. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Having managed to coax the Cat off of his lap, and answered the phone, Hatori raked his bangs out of his eye, thought process slowed minorly by the lack of being fully awake. When, however, the dog's query DID register, Shigure was met with a very simply put, "He's asleep." As though this were supposed to excuse him from going to class, somehow.

Kyou was about to protest at being removed from Hatori's lap. But realized, he had no reason to want to be in the man's lap to begin with. Then he heard the dragon cover for him. A swell of thankful affection rose through him, and expressed itself clearly in his eyes as he looked up at him from the couch.

Shigure was actually more than happy to accept that answer.

"All right, thank you Haa-san. If he is going to stay there with you for awhile... Make sure he doesn't miss too many days. You know how Akito-san is about that."

Still thoroughly confused by the conversation, and less than refreshed by his night on the couch, Hatori sat promptly down in his chair, and fell asleep at his desk. Oddly, he found this more comfortable than the couch.

But before he did that, he replied to Shigure's warning by a groggy. "I know."

The cat padded over carefully, prying the phone from Hatori's hand and hanging it up. Shigure snorted back at the house, as his lewd little mind supplied all sorts of reasons for Hatori to be so tired, and for Kyou to still be asleep. Back to the pussycat! Kyou then very quietly left the house; he was heading for Kazuma's dojo. Training makes everything better, at least temporarily...

When he arrived there, he ran into a rather sweaty looking Haru. The Ox also seemed rather confused, and rightfully so. Kyou hadn't been at the dojo, to the best of his knowledge, since he'd disappeared with Kazuma for those four months. He greeted him politely, as usual, but was still most obviously thrown by the other's presence.

He replied absently, he couldn't possibly be rude to his cousin right now. For one, this was the dojo it was for training and sparring not for full on fighting. And two, he's just not up for it right now. Kyou pulled off that too short black shirt of his and began pounding on the poor hapless punching bag. It felt so good; he was vaguely imagining it was Yuki's vampire ass he was beating.

Haru eyed him curiously as he wiped the sweat off his face with a white towel, and removed the karate tape from his hands[i].

"You're in a bad mood." He noted quietly, not even sure if his voice was even loud enough for Kyou to hear him.

He gave the bag one more good punch, he wasn't angry with Haru; he just turned to answer him.

"Yeah, I am. And I'm fully entitled."

"Dare I ask what's got you more riled up than usual?" The mellow creature questioned, tossing the tape into the nearest wastebasket, not taking his eyes off the Cat.

"Being touched more often than I'd like." he shivered wiping the just forming sweat off his fore head and neck. "If I'm bothering you, O Great Hatsuharu, I'll leave."

"You're fine." He shrugged, pausing in his action, to watch Kyou hit the bag for a few minutes. "Hey," He called, holding the role up tape up offering. "Want any?"

Kyou glanced at his knuckles,

"It's a little late now..." he sighed sucking on them, but going over for the tape anyways. "But I probably shouldn't bleed on Masters bag..." He went back to pounding on the bag. It made him feel better. And one must admit, he looked pretty damn hot. All worked up and sweaty and intense and shirtless and.... oh yeah.

"You sure that's all that's bothering you?" The considerate little thing asked him, dropping down to the ground to finish his workout. He still wanted to do some sit-ups to finish things off.[ii]

"It wouldn't bother me at all if it hadn't been Yuki," he stated simply, this time kicking the bag with a hard flying sidekick. Then exiting to go take a shower.

Haru frowned, halting mid-sit up, forgetting about his work out quite suddenly. Jumping up to his feet, he hurried to follow Kyou.

"Why was Yuki touching you?" He demanded, tailing him right into the shower.

"I don't know. He was trying to prove something to me." The cat was still distant, not really thinking about what he was saying. Haru seemed calm enough anyways. Kyou pulled off the stupid cargo pants to get on with this showering thing. "But he kept at it even though I kept telling him not to touch me..."

"Why?" Haru repeated, grabbing Kyou by the shoulder to halt his progress into the shower. "What aren't you telling me?"

He twitched, pulling his shoulder free quickly.

"Please." He started "Don't touch me..." All this business with Yuki touching him, and then Hatori holding him the night before... It didn't leave him wanting anymore contact.

"What. Aren't. You. Telling. Me?" Haru repeated slowly, deliberately, moving him forward, and pinning him to the wall by the shoulders. Anger sparked visibly in his eyes. A sure sign of hid oncoming Black side.

Kyou cursed as a panicky feeling rose in him. He was immediately fighting Haru off him.

"Ask him yourself, it's not up to me to tell you anything about Yuki." The cat hissed. "Haru get away from me... please.... gods... I can kick your ass if I have to." But he caught himself suddenly, when he was frantically wondering where Hatori was...

In the Main House, checking up on a feverish Akito. But, back to these two. Haru snapped, tightening his grip on Kyou's shoulders, so that his fingernails cut into the Cat's tan skin.

"Kyou..." He growled in a warning tone. "Spill."

A slight grimace of pain crossed his face, but Haru was dead serious... Kyou was usually the better fighter, but now he wasn't so sure he could take Haru out right now. Hell if he'd admit it though.

"Eh, screw you." He spat, still squirming against the harsh grip. "I've got no reason to tell you fucking anything. It was stupid enough to tell you what was goin' on with me." The cat growled this time "Don't know what the fuck I was thinking."

"I'll make you talk, if I have to." Haru hissed, moving one hand down from Kyou's shoulder, to not so carefully stroke the Cat's limp penis.

He sucked in his breath amazed for a moment at the gall and persistence of the bastard.

"Don't you fucking dare touch me, cow." Now that his shoulder was free he grabbed his cousins arm and moved him away. He didn't give a fuck about Yuki and his fucking vampire secret. Right now, he wanted to get away from this bastard who was insisting on touching him.

"Not until you talk." Haru snorted sadistically, pushing his mouth roughly against Kyou's, to distract him in order to free his hands to wriggle out of his Gi pants before returning to his previous position, pondering over whether he should even bother removing his t-shirt.

"What the hell---" the kitty cursed "I can't talk at all when you do that. Why can't you just ask Yuki? If he wanted you to know he'd tell you!" His eyes were wide and scared like they had been when Yuki had him pinned. He'd had a sneaking suspicion before about what Haru was doing, but now it was pressing painfully obvious against him.

"Don't." he repeated, this struggling was getting him nowhere fast. Haru's pretty strong when he's horny, eh?

"Feh." He snorted, pinning him to the wall now with his lower body, as he decided to indeed take that shirt off. He hadn't had any in a long time, and planned to enjoy it now that he got the opportunity. "If it's that big a deal, you know he won't say anything."

"It's not a big deal goddamn it all!" Bad, bad, bad, bad.... "Ask Hatori for all I care! Yuki's too stubborn he's always thinking he'll worry someone, that's the only reason he hasn't said anything so far!" Kyou has never had to try and talk his way out a situation before. "I just don't want to be the one he gets mad at, gods! Is it that hard to understand? Let me go!"

"You know what?" He pretended to ponder it, kicking his clothes out of the shower stall, now holding him to the wall with one hand as the other reached for the water tap. "I was going to, but I think I just changed my mind." He informed the other, flipping the hot water on. "But don't worry, kitty-cat." He teased, a cruel and lust filled glint in his eye. "It won't take long, you might even enjoy yourself." He actually laughed then, but it was harsh and humourless before muttering something that sounded an awful lot like "fucking virgin".

The cat squinted against the spray of water. There wasn't a way to talk himself out, not like he'd been doing a good job to begin with. And he'd already failed at fighting his way out. He had one resort left to him:

"Haru! Don't." he commanded even though he was writhing away from that hot liquid "Please?" Kyou could beg, like the scared kitty he is.

"Why should I do you any favours?" Haru inquired, moving to lick the misted water droplets off of Kyou's neck. Yes...it had been far too long since he'd done this at all, and he'd never tried it in a shower before.

He tried twisting his neck away, but it was difficult, and the water did not feel nice so close to his skin.

"Nngh..." he protested in pure frustration "Because I haven't done anything to you yet?" Kitty suggested

"You COULD have just answer my question to start with," The Ox pointed out, moving up his neck and jaw line to suck almost gently on his ear lobe, before continuing so that he was whispering into his ear. "Now you need to be punished for your belligerence."

"Bastard..." he muttered snarling and trying to bite him, something, get him off. "I guess I can't just answer you now?" Kyou asked hopefully after said attempts failed.

"Well, you're free to reply," Haru offered, turning him around, now holding his hands behind his back with one hand, the other arm encircling him to, once again, stroke the involuntarily erecting flesh. "Can't guarantee it'll do you any good, though," He wanted to finish his game.

This position hurt his arms. The only thing worse was the fact that he was reacting to all this anyways. He was terrified out of his mind, but still managing to get turned on. He pulled forward with his shoulders trying to get free, he wasn't just going to hold still and let Haru do this.

Kyou remained silent though, if it wouldn't help his case, he could at the very least keep Yuki's secret.

"Alright, don't tell me." Haru agreed, in a seemingly good mood. "It'll make it all the more fun if I have something to work toward, anyway." A feral grin curved his lips as he rammed roughly into Kyou, still feeling him at the same time, still tasting his soft, wet skin beneath his lips.

Poor Kyou mewled in an unpleasant mixture of pain and vague, barely-there pleasure. "I won't tell you... if you're going to do this anyways... bastard..." he managed to grunt out. He grimaced as his muscles played all throughout his body, making him shake, as it was trying to accommodate Haru.

Seriously this puts a new meaning to the phrase 'Tight as a cats ass'.

"I'll find out another way." Haru shrugged, giving the other a moment to adjust before pulling out, almost all the way and re-entering, rougher than the first time, if that was possible. "Right now, I'm going to have my fun, though." The thrusts settled into a pattern, and some part of him vaguely wondered if he should have lubed up with soap before trying this, but those thoughts were silenced soon enough.

Kyou cried out loudly in pain after that second entry and was soon choking and gasping to every thrust after that. Between the pain and that hot water the kitty was slowly going numb.

"S--s--stop..." he managed to gasp out trying to wrench his arms free, he didn't care if he broke them right now. The only good thing in the situation is the numbness is coming slowly, but the pleasure mixed with pain was mounting quickly.

With a low, lustful groan, Haru assured him that it wouldn't be much longer, planting a heavy, long kiss on the Cat's neck, applying a steady, sucking pressure. A little token of remembrance for their short time together.

He fucking hated how good that felt on his neck. The waves caused his muscle to clench. It caused him even more discomfort but judging by Haru's sounds it felt wonderful to him. Then as we all know it must, one of Haru's thrusts hit THE spot. It made the cat tighten again at first. But then a more than pleased moan rolled out of him, mixing nicely with his heavy panting. Kyou couldn't believe he'd just done that. A few tears finally found their ways to and then out of his eyes.

Amongst satisfied panting, Haru pulled away from his neck to inquire in a throaty, breathless tone, "You liked that, didn't you?" He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted Kyou in utter submission to him. At long fucking last, HE wanted to know that he had won. That he had finally beaten---finally broken---that stupid cat.

Kyou closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth. But Haru kept thrusting, getting lucky, and slowly putting together which angel was causing the cat to moan. The ox hit it again, Kyou about screamed.

"Nngh.... Nngh...." he moaned at first trying to smother it, his legs just about to give out. "Ah... Fuck! Yes..." His shoulders pulled forward as a pained, humiliated, pleasured, frustrated sob came

A few more well placed thrusts and Haru (much to the Ox's disappointment) hit his climax, emptying his orgasm inside Kyou before pulling out, washing briefly, and exiting the stall, grabbing a towel on his way out. But, before he exited completely, he turned back, just for a moment and offered Kyou a small smirk.

"Thanks for the game, Kitty-cat." He offered, his tone triumphant. "Had a blast."

Kyou's stomach clenched and he glared with what energy he had at his cousin. "Bastard... I hate you..." his whole body shook and he leaned back fully against the tiled wall... just about to pass out.

Haru scowled, his afterglow fading slightly, but not enough to bother him. He did, however, return to flip the water off. Didn't want Kyou drowning. After that, he got dressed again, and didn't let a rather confused White back out until he was well away from the dojo. Poor little innocent thing had no clue of what had just transpired.

Where had that bastard Yuki been when I needed him? Kyou stared blankly at the wet tiles for a long time, thinking this, even after Haru was long gone. Shigure would laugh if he ever found out... So the cat decided that whenever he managed to get up and get dressed etc. He'd still go back to Hatori's. The doctor hadn't failed him so far.... Maybe he could coerce the man into holding him again...

Akito and his fever had kept Hatori up at the Main House for the better portion of the afternoon, so he was just sitting down to copy the ill head's records when Kyou arrived back at his house. The doctor was hardly concerned about him, until he actually looked up at him. The kid looked like shit.

"Train hard?" He questioned absently, putting his still capped pen down all the same and standing back up to help the poor boy over to the couch, despite his vague tone.

Kyou gritted his teeth, and resisted the urge to cling to the dragon and cry. He'd done that already, he'd washed away the evidence, though, just like he'd done with Haru's--- The cat cringed slightly and nodded slowly sitting down onto the couch. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do. It was so fucking humiliating.... How could he ever tell someone?

Hatori frowned and looked the boy carefully over. Nothing appeared to be physically wrong except.

"Fascinating bruise, Kyou." The Dragon commented, his tone idle despite the rising terror he was feeling. "Tell me..." He paused and his eyes flickered off the still forming hicky to land on Kyou's face. "Who did what?"

He gasped, remembering that Haru had been sucking on his neck.

It was becoming a more common occurrence, but he tried to pull a Shigure: "I don't know what you're talking about..." Kyou murmured not looking at the older man. And it was a very pathetic try at that.

"Kyou," The address held no curiosity this time, simply warning and…concern. "I need to know what happened if you want me to treat you."

That did bring something up, what if Haru had hurt him? He was still pretty numb and queasy right now... Couldn't really tell...

"I--" he faltered as he looked up at Hatori with big, sad, crimson eyes. "I guess you could say I was--- Goddammit!" Kyou cursed violently, mood changing with his expression. "I got fucking raped. There fucking happy!"

Hatori stiffened, anger and jealousy sparking in his eyes. "Who?" He asked after a few moments. He was going to go kill whoever had done it.

"No." the cat stated firmly "I can't..." he started out kind of defiant, but then his voice dripped away, and he tore his eyes off the doctor. Relocating them on a, suddenly very interesting, piece of string. "It's humiliating enough..."

Hatori seriously considered repeating his question, more forcefully, but chose against it. Instead, he simply blinked, and nodded. Kyou would tell him when he was ready.

"Do you want me to take you back to Shigure's?" He asked after a few, long moments.

"Gods no…he'd laugh... and Yuki would just... find out by reading my mind... Can't I stay with you?" he begged suddenly looking back over at him. His eyes were scared again.

Hatori was very still for a few long minutes before nodding. Just one short nod. Most people would have thrown their arms, sobbing, around Kyou's neck as soon as they'd found out what had happened. But Hatori wasn't sure if the Cat would want to be touched right now. So, despite how insensitive it might make him look, he stood back up and returned to his desk, acting as if Kyou hadn't told him anything.

"I'll look at you to make sure nothing broke or ripped as soon as I'm finished here." He informed the other calmly, uncapping his pen and starting to copy stuff down. "It shouldn't take long."

He peered after him appreciatively, then curling up against himself on the couch. He could wait. Haru wasn't around and neither was Yuki. So he, could most definitely wait.

It turned out he had to wait about a half an hour, while Hatori copied down Akito's progress. Then, doctoring supplies in hand, Hatori set out checking Kyou. He wanted to---as previously stated---make sure nothing was broken.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" He questioned, not sure what he needed to get out. He did, however, make sure to keep his tone 100% professional.

The cat pushed himself slowly to his feet. Yes, it hurt. He hissed in pain but got all the way up. He moved his legs before murmuring in a very shamed tone. "Yeah…" Fucking Haru… Bastard…

Hatori peered and examined until he found the source of the cat's pain.

"There's nothing for you to do except wait until it feel better." He informed the other, an apologetic touch to his tone. "There's no way to bandage that."

This is the third bought of complete embarrassment Kyou's had to face today. First, actually being raped, then admitting it, now this. His face threatened a blush and he was anxious to have Hatori stop peering at him. "Thanks anyways…" his voice was still a muffled murmur, as he worked to remedy the 'peering' problem.

"It's no trouble." Hatori assured him, standing back up and walking into the kitchen. He had a sudden desire to make tea.

The cat ended up on in the corner of the couch with his legs pulled tight up to him. He felt like shit, from Hatori's original reaction he obviously looked like shit. The whole situation was just shit filled in general.