Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Broken ❯ Broken ( Chapter 1 )

This story is very dark, angsty and full of a lot of mature themes. IF you are too young to see a "R" rated movie, you are too young to read this. IF you choose to read it, regardless of the rating, remember you have been warned. Don't go running to Mom and Dad saying I've ruined your illusion of a happy shiny world. J

Disclamer: Kyou: "Tell them, damn it!!"

KN: "I don't want to."

Kyou: "Tell them, now!!"

KN: *gives Kyou sad little kitty cat eyes, but sees he's not going to budge*

"Fine, I don't own Fruits Basket or Kyou or any other character
therein. Happy now, delusion wrecker?"

Kyou: *smirk*

Broken

Nocturnem's Koneko

Honda Tohru lay nearly naked, in a pool of her own blood, struggling to sit up, even as Akito finally collapsed before her. The tears flowed freely from her eyes; yet, even still she didn't utter a sound. She had to escape, with no one seeing her. She'd been summoned by him, a phone call at school. No one had been told that she was coming here; he had demanded that of her, threatening Kyou and Yuki, if she disobeyed. So, after school instead of going to her part time job, she had come here. She assessed herself, trying to take stock of the damage she'd taken, trying to determine if she could leave. She had at least a broken arm, probably a couple of ribs. Her lips were bleeding freely as was her nose. One eye was swollen nearly shut. The bruises would be countless. She was covered with bleeding cuts from the sharp metal caps he'd put on his fingertips. She stood shakily, wiping her eyes. Blood trickled down her inner thigh. She burned inside where he'd ravaged her. Only the knowledge that she was taking birth control pills salvaged her shattered mind on that count. She closed her eyes as she pulled on her ruined clothing, feeling the ache of her body all over. Then, the thought struck her, as blindly as his hands only minutes before. I can't go home. I can't let anyone find out what had happened here today, if I do, he'll have my memory erased. She started walking, a kind of aimless shamble, her broken arm held close to her body, going in the general direction of the main gates, praying that no one would see her. Under cover of darkness, she made her slow way to the gates and out of them.

Kyou waited outside of the office building where Tohru worked, pacing impatiently as her scheduled time to leave, came and went. "Where the hell could she be?" he asked himself, as he watched the lights go off, floor by floor. He stood stock still as he saw her co-workers leave the building. "Excuse me?" he spoke, gaining their attention, trying his best to keep calm and polite. "Where is Tohru?" "She called off today," one of the ladies responded, she turned to look at him. "She didn't tell you? She said she had an appointment." Kyou just looked at her. An appointment? She'd made no mention of one. And, what kind of appointment would keep her out 'til after 10:00 at night. She'd yet to get home when he left Shigure's to come here. Damn it, where the hell was she? Tohru wasn't the type to just not let anyone know where she was. She would have at least called. A chill sliding up his back froze him where he stood. Somehow, he knew, he wasn't going to want to know the answer to his own question. "Young man, is everything ok?" The lady who had answered him asked, concern creeping into her voice as he visibly paled. He shook off the chill, "Yeah, I guess I just forgot." he grumbled as he started walking away from them.

A couple hours of wandering the streets found Tohru at the one place she could "safely" go. She lowered herself down to her knees, cringing at the stress on her ribs, then sprawled on her mother's grave. Finally, she gave in to the racking sobs that had been demanding release. She hurt so much, body and soul. Am I so horrible? What did I do to deserve what he did? I'm dirty now, unclean. Who was going to want a girl that hadn't saved herself for marriage? The thoughts kept swirling in her head, getting progressively darker as they spiraled. She blamed herself, reliving the whole scene over and over, trying to pinpoint exactly what she did wrong. She had to be to blame, somehow. A cold drizzly rain began to fall. She was soon soaked through, her body chilling as she cried. "Mother, what do I do now? Where do I go now? Mother, hold me, please, take the pain away." she mumbled into the crook of the elbow of her uninjured arm, the other hanging limply over the side of the gravestone. Her sobbing subsided as she fell into welcome unconsciousness. The rain continued to fall, mingling with the tears that still flowed from her eyes as the darkness over came her. She never saw the cats that hovered in the darkness, their eyes glowing softly, watching over her as she lost her battle with exhaustion.

Kyou trudged down the street back toward Shigure's home, walking oblivious to the rain, as it fell cold upon his shoulders. He wracked his brain, trying to determine his next move, and ignore the persistent feel of the vengeful cat in his head. Maybe she's home by now, part of himself spoke into his soul. But, he didn't believe that. Something was wrong, desperately wrong. Call it Cat's intuition. Then he heard it, a quiet yowling, calling his name. At first it was soft and he thought that maybe he was hearing things. He moved in it's direction, and as he did so the yowling became louder, "Kyou, help us, Kyou help her!" It resounded in his head, over and over. Soon, he was all but flying down the city streets, moving at his fastest pace as the calling got louder and louder, not knowing or caring where he was going. And then suddenly, he knew where he was. That chill passed through him, again. The graveyard where her mother was buried. He slowed. The cats began to gather around him herding him almost, as he approached the site of her mother's grave.

The sight he encountered there was nothing he was prepared for. Tohru was laying on the grave face down, looking like a corpse. The cats moved out from under his feet, allowing him passage to her side. As he approached her, he slowly took stock of the situation, his anger rising with each step. Her clothing was torn, large ripped holes in it, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. Her right arm hung at an angle that wasn't usually possible. He ran the last few steps to her side, kneeling, he rolled her over gently. "What the fuck?!" he yelped. She was one long bruise, the cuts on her arms had stopped bleeding, but those on her stomach still bled sluggishly. She was covered in blood. It matted hair, and stained her skin, even where there were no visible injuries. The blood from the stomach wounds sat in a pool where she had been laying. She didn't even stir. "Tohru?" "Tohru?!" he yelled. Nothing. He looked down. Her chest rose and fell, slowly, taking in shallow breaths. She was still alive. Pulling off his shirt, he pressed it to her stomach. "Damn it, Tohru, wake the fuck up!!!" he screamed, on the verge of losing it, tears filling his eyes. He looked around wildly trying to figure out what to do, while the spirit of the cat fought to get out. He had to get her to Shigure's. He couldn't carry her, he'd transform. Transform? He looked at the bracelet on his wrist. It was the only way. He wiped the rain from his face, out of his eyes and braced himself. He pulled the bracelet off, and gently lifted her broken arm, dropping it over her hand, where it slid to the elbow, glistening in the rain. He turned his back on her, moving away from her prone body and crouched holding his head beneath his hands. He screamed as the transformation ripped through him, trying to keep control of his thoughts, fighting a battle with the spirit to maintain control of the killing instincts that were filling him.

Fighting down the rage within him, he lifted his head. When he looked at Tohru, he almost lost it again, and then fought it down his entire body quivering. He lifted her carefully into his arms, trying to maintain just enough control to get to his destination, and just enough rage to keep him in this form until he got there. It was going to be a long walk. And as he walked he began to think. What the fuck had happened? Who the hell had done this to his Tohru? That thought caught him off guard, since when did he think of her as his? Pushing the thoughts to the side, he picked up the pace, moving as fast as he could across the rain slickened forest floor. He was there sooner than he'd thought he'd be. He had just shaken himself free of concentrating fully on his running, when he realized he was at the edge of the forest in front of Shigure's. He paused long enough to get his bracelet back on his arm. The other form slowly faded and he loosened his grip on her, holding her prone body, only with his arms, preventing contact with his chest at all costs, his muscles screaming. "Shigure, Yuki!!!" he screamed. "Open the fucking door or I'm gonna kick it in!!!"

Shigure was on the porch in seconds, he looked from Kyou to Tohru and back to Kyou before fleeing into the house. He grabbed the phone, just about jerking it from the wall. He punched a number on the speed dial. "Hello?" came the groggy response on the other end of the phone. "Hatori! Come quickly, Tohru's been hurt!" Shigure yelled into the phone. That was all he got out before he heard ~ "Baka Neko, what the hell did you do to her?!" ring out in a dangerously low voice. Kyou was walking up the stairs trying not to jostle Tohru. The look Kyou sent him would have made Akito himself shiver. "Nothing you damned rat, I found her like this! Now get the hell out of my way before I drop her. Make your self useful and get some towels and bandages." Their eyes locked and Yuki nodded and slid to the wall, giving Kyou room to pass. Kyou settled her on her bed, kneeling on the floor next to her. He took her good hand in his. Yuki ran to the bathroom, jerking pen the linen closet and pulling out two wash cloths and two towels. Then he grabbed the entire first aid kit from beneath the sink pausing just long enough to wet down the wash cloths. He entered Tohru's room and knelt on the side of the bed that was opposite Kyou, handing him a wash cloth and a towel. Gingerly, they started cleaning the dried blood from her body, both of them shaking with emotion "Shigure, where the hell is Hatori?!" Both boys' voices rang out simultaneously. Shigure looked at the phone he was still holding. He lifted it to his ear...beep, beep, beep. Then, he carefully hung it up. "On his way!" He went to the door nervously waiting for a tell tale pair of headlights.