Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Death by a Riceball ❯ Final Acts ( Chapter 4 )

Dinner was a quiet event and much to Kyo's regret, Tohru was acting just as he had imagined. She was polite and did everything she always did. She tried to make small talk but Kyo wasn't in a mood for talk. He ate in the prevalent silence and left shortly after the table had been cleared and Tohru had gone into the kitchen to wash the dishes. He had a lot of packing to do and he still needed to figure out how to say goodbye to Tohru. Everyone else could just kiss his ass if they even cared to notice he was gone. `Within a week they'll have forgotten all about me. Hell they'll probably even have Tohru thinking I was never here to begin with!' As he continued to throw clothes into a bag, his anger went from cold indifference to simmer to boiling and finally righteous fury in a matter of minutes.

One look in the mirror froze him in his tracks. If Tohru saw him right now, she'd run away from him before he could say a word. He took some deep breaths as a quite knock sounded from outside his door.

“What!”

“Umm, I know you must be tired but, I drew a bath for you. It might make you feel better since it hasn't stopped raining yet.” Tohru replied in a hushed voice. As he opened the door to talk to her, he saw the door close to her room. “Shit, might as well take advantage of this while I can.' Kyo stripped down to nothing and grabbed a towel on his way to the bathroom.

 

When the water started to turn cool, Kyo finally removed himself from the bath tub. For as long as he could remember, he'd loved hot baths. Funny considering he was after all a cat. If he thought hard enough, Shigure was the one who hated water and he was the damn dog. One more thing his family had screwed up. He was relaxed when he opened the door to his room, and then he remembered he was planning on leaving. Despair set in and he found himself across the hall knocking on Tohru's door before he knew what he was doing. He was going to apologize for kissing her and tell her they were going to be just friends and everything would go back to the way it was before he was stupid and screwed it up.

 

When the door opened he stormed in passing straight by Tohru, never noticing the blush that leaped into her cheeks as she watched him enter her room in nothing but the towel that was firmly anchored at his side. She tried to divert her eyes, but was having trouble so she focused on his voice and tried to decipher what he was talking about.

“Umm, Kyo? Was something wrong with your bath?”

“What? No, why?”

“You still have your towel around your waist. Are you sure you're alright?” she asked as she sat on the bed.

 

Kyo stopped as he looked down and realized that he did indeed still have only the towel around his waist. In his hast to talk to Tohru, he never went into his room to get dressed. `Probably don't have any clothes left in the drawers anyway.' He sighed as sat on the bed next to her. `What the hell am I doing? I'm losing my mind.' As he lifted his gaze to meet hers, it was his turn to assess Tohru's current sleep wear choice. His heart leaped into his throat as he looked at her little nightgown. “Where did you get that?” was the only thing he could think to ask. Later he would either thank or kill the bastard who made this outfit.

“Oh, Ayame-kun made it for me after I first went to his shop. Do you like it?”, she asked as she stood and did a small spin to show off the rest of it. “It's the first time I've worn it. All my pajamas were drying on the clothes line when it started to rain. They're still too wet to wear to bed.”

The sleepwear in question covered her, but didn't leave much to the imagination either. It was peach colored, slim fitting gown that skimmed her curves to about mid thigh. There were a few ruffles at the neck and hem lines. When she turned Kyo thought his eyes would pop out of his skull. The neck line plunged deep down her back, tapering to a slight point just inches above her ass. There was a ribbon criss-crossing over her completely exposed back. As she turned, Kyo followed the ribbons up over her shoulders and around her bust. The gown seemed to be held together by the ribbons. When she moved the skirt of the gown flared and moved around her legs easily giving Kyo the impression of one of her favored sundresses rather than actual sleepwear. `Not that is really meant for sleeping in anyway.' Kyo thought impatiently as he put his face in his hands and sighed.

Tohru frowned as she watched Kyo. He seemed to be so… confused today. Sure he was mean and nice to her, but that's normal. Then he kissed her and was so quietly angry at dinner. `It's been a long time since he looked like that… Maybe I did something to upset him?!'

“I'm sorry!” both shouted at the same time. There was a brief pause where both just looked at each other before Kyo started to smile. His smile grew and soon he was chuckling. She watched as he started to laugh and soon was laughing with him. As the laughing began to fade, she walked toward him and kneeled. She reached forward and brushed the hair away from his face. As she looked at his face, she saw too much in his eyes, too many different things and feelings. This wasn't her Kyo. As she looked into those storming eyes she asked, “What's wrong Kyo? You haven't been yourself today. I know it's raining and you hit your head pretty hard. Did I hurt you?”

“I'm fine. What are we going to do?”

“About what?”

“I kissed you today Tohru. I was planning on leaving tonight to make things easier since you probably hate me now, but then I decided I didn't want to leave, so we can either put all this behind us or I can still go. My bag is already packed. All I need is your answer. Just tell me what you want.” he finally whispered.

While he was speaking Tohru had gotten up and was now in the middle of her room looking very lost. `Kyo's going to leave? But we were supposed to live together and be happy? What should I do? Oh Mom, what should I do?'

He watched as she backed away from him. He watched the tears flow into her eyes and streak down her perfect cheeks. He hadn't meant to hurt her, he loved her. Kyo stood from the bed and walked to her. He tilted her face toward his and looked into her eyes one last time. He would leave and never come to this house again, that was what would be best for everyone. He'd bury his emotions again and live alone. But before he left he would take one more look, one more good memory. He would take whatever he could of the best part of his life and take that little part into the dark and loneliness.

“I'm going to kiss you Tohru. I'm going to take one more sweet taste of your mouth and then I'll leave.” He leaned forward slowly, taking his time. He wanted to remember everything from the way she smelled to the way her breathing had begun to change. The way her eyes widen and then slid closed as he pulled them closer. Finally when one good breath would bring his lips crashing into hers he said the one thing that he had never said to anyone, the one thing he never thought would be his to give, “I love you.”, and he kissed her. He never saw her eyes open in shock and then close again as his tongue plunged itself into her waiting mouth. This is what he wanted and he hated himself for taking it. He'd meant it to be gentle and easy, but as soon as her lips had parted in a gasp, he felt himself lose control and fall into her. With every sound and gasp she made he took more, more feeling, more breath, more of her love that she shared with all of them. She was the one who would break the cruse that had condemned him to this life of hate and isolation. He would take all the love and kindness, all of everything she would let him and then flee into the night like the monster he was.

Finally the need to breathe became too great and he pulled himself from her swollen and crimson lips. Her legs gave way like jelly and she slid to the floor. When she finally opened her eyes and looked at him, he saw the flush that covered her cheeks and face. Her hair had become tousled and when he saw her eyes he was ashamed. The look in her eyes should have been reserved for her lover and husband, not someone who was selfish and going to leave her. “I'm sorry”, he whispered softly and ran to the door. As she turned to follow him, he door closed and he was gone.

 

 

Her head wouldn't clear. There was this fog that permeated all her senses. Kyo loved her was the only thought that was getting through. But if he loved her then why did he just leave? `Oh no, Kyo's leaving!' Tohru got to her unsteady feet and went to her door, opened it wide and ran to Kyo's room. She opened the door without knocking and nearly ran him over trying to catch him before he left. For the second time that day, Kyo was trapped under Tohru. The good thing was he stopped her before he could transform, bad thing was she was still on top of him and they were in his bed. He'd put his usual cargo pants on and was getting ready to put on a shirt when she came rushing in. She had tears rushing down her cheeks and she was muttering something. He rolled them onto their sides as he smoothed her hair in an effort to calm her down.

“Tohru, what's wrong? Dammit stop crying and tell me what's happened!”

“I don't want you to go! Why are you leaving me? I thought you wanted to stay with me. Why are you trying to leave?”

“It's what's best. You don't need me here screwing up everything. Quit crying, please quit crying.”

“You don't screw anything up! Why would you think that?”

“C'mon, I'm mean and nasty. I'm always hurting you even when I'm trying to be nice and doing the right thing. That's why I'm leaving, if I stay I'll just get in the way of… it doesn't matter you don't need me. You're just nice to me like you are to everyone else, you-”, Kyo stopped cold as Tohru's hand slapped him across the face. He couldn't believe that she just hit him.

“Stupid cat! Did you ever think to ask me what I felt? What I wanted! You told me once to say what was on my mind, well now you're going to sit there and listen. No more of this everyone hates me garbage! I won't sit here and let you use that excuse anymore. Never once have I hated you Kyo. I loved you before I ever even met you and Kami help me I love you now too! Was this your plan all along? Confuse me with a simple kiss and then kiss me so hard I would have died to keep that feeling? Tell me you love me then leave me? Did it ever occur to you that I might love you back you stupid, stupid cat!”

“Tohru, I asked and you said-”, he tried.

“No you asked and you never waited for a response. You told me you were leaving unless I told you to stay and we would have to go back to being friends. I was too shocked to hear you were leaving when you asked and then you told me you were going to kiss me and just before that you told me you loved me. Kami Kyo, I couldn't even stand when you walked away, then you were gone. When was I suppose to tell you I wanted you to stay, when was I suppose to tell you that I loved you too?” With that said she hid her face in his pillow and started to cry again.

Now it was Kyo's turn to sit and stare. How could she love him? No one really loved him, not even his mother. Kami, she actually hit him for it too and damn if it didn't sting like hell. He smiled down at the creature currently in his bed. He'd imagined her here before of course and under entirely different reasons, but none of his fantasies could compare to what he saw right this moment. The skirt of her gown was resting up on her hip, her breasts were barely contained behind the cloth and the bow. The ribbon that held in place had begun to slip. One arm was hidden under her tousled hair and gripping his only pillow, while the other hand was firmly anchored on his pants. He smiled and leaned over her, brushing the hair away from her ear and whispered her name over and over again.

Finally she turned and looked at him. Once she sat up, he used his thumbs to wipe away her tears as his hands cradled her face. Her hands slowly crept up his forearms and gripped his wrists. She turned her head and began to kiss his rough palm. Slowly she reopened her eyes to see his eyes were shinning with a light that made her shiver. Gently he laid her back against the bed kissing her face lightly. As he straddled her body, his weight supported on his legs, she shivered beneath him and it was the most wonderful sensation he had ever felt up until now.

“Are you cold?” he asked. When she shook her head no, he continued to kiss along her jaw line and smiled at the little breathy gasps she made. His hands found hers and he pushed them down against the mattress. It would be just his luck to transform at a really bad moment. As his mouth came closer to her ear he whispered, “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.”

“What do you want Tohru?”

“I…I don't know.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“Yes.”

“If I stay I'm going to want to kiss you. Do you want me to kiss you now?”

“Yes.”

He released the ear he'd been nibbling at and kissed her hard on the lips. “What else do you want?”

“Again, kiss me again.”

Kyo smiled as he once again kissed the shivering girl beneath him. He could feel her arms straining against his and he kissed her harder as he pushed her wrists firmly into the mattress. “If I let go you have to remember not to hug me. It would be really inconvenient if I transformed any time soon.” He loosened his grip and finally let go of her wrists. As they continued to kiss, her hands began to explore his body while his hands undid the already slipping bow of her night gown. He slid his hands up over the cloth covering her breasts and up over her shoulders. As his hands began to slide down her arms, the shoulder straps slid down her arms.

Tohru gasped as the cool air blew across her exposed flesh from the open window. Kyo smiled as his mouth let go of hers and he kissed a trial down her neck. He nibbled on her shoulder and collar bone and nuzzled the shallow valley between her small, firm breasts. Her breathing changed as her hands slid into her his hair.

Her body was on fire. Everywhere he touched her, little bits of flame jumped and sizzled on her overheated skin. She no longer felt the cool winds blowing in the misty rain that was still falling. She noticed nothing except the pulse of her racing heart and longed to press herself into him and just…be. She couldn't keep the sounds that her throat kept pouring out of her silent. Every touch of his hands and mouth caused her to moan in pure pleasure. Looking for some way to hold on, she fisted her hand in his fiery orange hair.

The smell of her was amazing, all floral and sweetness and something with a little spice in the center. He pulled her night gown down to her lower belly, exposing her breasts and flat stomach to his eyes. Slowly he raised himself up so he could see all of her. As he raised over her, she release her hold on his hair and let her hands travel the course of his body. It wasn't easy to just sit atop her and let her fingers explore much the same way his had just explored her. He watched her eyes and smiled as she hesitated ever so slightly when she moved to touch him. How he loved to watch her face, watch the way she fought whatever battle was raging inside her head.

So strong she thought as her fingers skimmed over his skin and the well toned muscles that were just beneath the surface. She pressed her palm flat over his heart and felt the deep, steady beat of it. She knew he was watching her, waiting for her. She'd glanced up once or twice and although the daylight had been fading when she went to tell him about the bath, it was now gone and the stars had come out. Starlight and the glow of the moon had cast shadows around him, but she could see his smile. Finally her hands came to rest at the top of his pants. She froze then, biting her lip in an attempt to figure out what she was supposed to do now.

He made the decision for her as he slid farther back, down her legs. He helped her pull her legs out from under him and took a deep breath as he pulled the night gown down to her hips, lifting them up, and finally her pulled the gown the rest of the way down her body. Once the gown had cleared her feet, he dropped it on the floor and began to undo the button of his pants. He heard the sharp intake of breathe as he pulled his own pants off and let them follow the path off her gown. Kyo had never found the use of underwear especially beneficial and normally did without if given the choice. He moved her feet, one to each side as he crept back up towards her, as exposed as the day he was born. He saw her eyes dart from his face to parts lower and then quickly come back to his face. He saw and almost heard the air being swallowed by her slender throat as he came to sit between her legs by her knees. The only item of clothing left between them was the small scrap of material still hiding her from his view.

He reached a hand out toward her. She took his hand and he helped her to kneel before him. It seemed no words were needed between them when he placed her hands upon his shoulders. She held on to him his fingers skirted the rim her peach colored panties. Held tighter as his fingers and hands reached around her back and slipped down under the material to cup her bottom and give a slight squeeze. Her breath came harder as he continued to kneed the muscles there, squeezing ever so slightly. On a gasp, his mouth met hers again and he plundered her again, never losing his rhythm below. She whimpered when she felt one his hands leave her only to moan in pleasure when she felt it return to cup her womanhood.

He pushed his hand between hr legs, forcing her to open to him. He traced light circles along the insides of her thighs, causing her to make more of those little noises he loved so much. As he continued to touch her, his other hand came up to grab one of her wrists. He pulled her hand down the front of his body and pushed it against his own sex. Her eyes opened wide and stared straight into his as he helped to show her how to stroke him. After a couple of strokes, she seemed to gain her own rhythm.

He sighed, intoxicated by the feelings floating round and within him. Never in his wildest dreams had it dreamt it would feel this good to have her touching him and him touching her. She was already wet enough for him to take her, but he wanted to take as much time as he could have exploring and feeling her body respond to his. He wanted to see the look on her face when he took her and came buried deep within her, but knew he'd be denied that for tonight at least. As she continued to stroke him, he removed the last barrier between them and sent two fingers plunging inside of her.

She cried out and shuddered violently against him. Never had she felt anything like that. She would have fallen against him had she not had a firm grip on his shoulder and he one on hers as well. There was a sharp pain, quickly replaced by a dulling ache between her legs where Kyo's fingers quested deeper in her. She could feel fluids running down her thighs as he whispered her name over and over into her ear, whispering it as his apology for the ache and pain he caused her.

Slowly, she began to move against his hand. The ache was fading and that low burning in her body began again. The more she moved against his hand, the more he moved his fingers within her, pulling out and pushing back in. After a couple of good strokes, he added a third to the two already inside her. Her rhythm waved for a second at the new sensation, but she started to move again after a few seconds adjusting quickly. He kissed her hard again as he increased his rhythm, pushing her to move faster and take him as deep as she could before he pulled his hand out completely.

She whined at the loss of him between her and that low burning fire in her belly that was nearing full again. He saw the desperation in her eyes as he pushed her back, so now she sat on her heels in front of him gazing up at him.

“I'm sorry, but it needs to be this way the first time. If we do it again, we can other ways.”

She didn't know what he was talking about, but followed his lead as he helped her to roll over so that her back was to him, supporting herself upon her hands and knees. She could feel him moving behind her and wished she could see him. She felt his hands first, pushing at her legs to spread wider. She complied by moving, feeling very exposed and unsure about the other feeling. As his hands slid over her bottom, squeezing as they went, she felt his penis slide between her. Not into her as his fingers had, but across her. He rubbed himself there a few times, just long enough for her to know that he had covered it with something before he pulled back and slowly began to press himself into her opening.

She cried out his name as he continued to push into her vaginal entry. She gripped the pillow under her hands tightly as he pushed deeper and deeper into her, until she could feel his hips pressed snuggly against her bottom. He pulled her to him with a quick jerk, telling her not to move just yet as his hands released her hips. His hands traveled up her sides and down her arms, forcing her to back into him a little, forcing him deeper into her. She cried out again as he began to play with the stiffened peaks of her nipples. She wiggled with each pull and pinch he gave her, again taking him deeper into her folds and releasing him back out a small amount when his hands moved back toward her stomach. He leaned in again and removed her hands from the pillow and had her hold onto the headboard rails. This straightened her spine and stretched her more. When she stretched to reach the bars, he wiggled himself deeper into her, changing the way he fit in her channel.

Kami she was so tight! He could barely move within her. Her back was nothing but knots as well as her legs. He'd started to knead the muscles in her shoulders and neck, slowly working his way down. As he worked her, the walls clamping around him seemed to ease just a bit.

Slowly his hands massaged her shoulders, back, and down the curve of her bottom. She felt his hands side back and forth of her skin and muscles. She hadn't realized just how tense she was until he'd worked her muscles loose. She adjusted just a little here and there, becoming use to the feel of him in her and slowly started to move her body forward and back. When he didn't grab her hips to still her, she began to move more.

He followed her pace, meeting her when she came back to him. He wished he could see her face as she moved, but it just wasn't a good idea until he knew she wouldn't pull him to her. How he'd want to feel that to, but not as the cat he'd become when snuggled between her breasts.

Together they kept the rhythm. Slow, easy strokes as their breathing changed from steady to a little faster. Slowly they increased their pace as hearts and pulses began to race, heads swam in an ocean of emotions and they drowned within each other. He felt her release moments before his own. As she began to fall to the bed, he caught her and lowered her down, slowly removing him self from her. He pulled the blanket up to her chin and watched as she drifted off to sleep. He waited until she was sound asleep and left her to go clean himself up in the bathroom.

Once he was done, he went back and climbed in next to her. No matter what happened to him fro this day on, he would remember this time her had with her until the end of his life. With any luck his death would come with his riceball right next to him. Maybe a death by riceball wouldn't be so bad after all.