Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ In the Closet ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: None of the characters in this Fruit Basket fanfic are mine, which really upsets me T_T'. They all belong to the rightful owner, which right now I can't seem to remember. Oh wait, it's Takaya Natsuki! (Natsuki sensei, I really love your characters!) I love them all. I thought they are all well-designed and well-developed in the story. In the real story, I mean. I didn't write this for money, just for a little fun to kill time in my boring, jobless life.

Warning: Yaoi scenes and mild language, so beware.

Acknowledgement: The whole 3 chapters of this fic was beta-read by the lovely Nicole Myhre (mailto:rudga28@yahoo.com). I can never thank you enough. Wuv you! ^______^

In the Closet

Part II

A fanfic by Sumeragi Sakura

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

Tohru almost dropped the game cards she was holding when she heard that horrible scream. Hanajima's head turned almost as instantly as the scream began and Uotani jumped to her feet in her fighting stance, ready to take on anything coming her way.

"What? What was that?" she shouted warily.

Tohru paled. She knew something wrong had happened, something that involved the jyuunishi. But she didn't know what it was. And whatever it was, she had to stop her friends from finding out.

"It was probably Kyou-kun. He went to the kitchen a while ago, to find food. Maybe he found leek instead of salmon. He really hates leek. I must have misplaced the salmon with the leek," she rambled.

"But I don't think the scream came from the kitchen, Tohru-chan. I think it was coming from the closet over there," whispered Hanajima with her finger pointed to the exact closet in the hallway, where both naked cat and mouse hid.

Tohru stuttered, panicked.

"I..iyaaa….. It can't be, Hana-chan. Kyou told me he was going to the kitchen before he disappeared. Then again, why would Kyou-kun be in the closet? He doesn't like small places."

"Who said anything about Kyou-kun, Tohru-chan?"

"Eh?"

"It was Yuki-kun's scream," said Hanajima quietly.

Tohru's heart stopped working. Almost, though.

"No..No way, Hana-chan! Yuki-kun never screams like that! Honestly, you can't believe the usually cold and calm Yuki could scream like that? Right? Right, Uo-chan?"

Uotani knitted her eyebrows. "Well, she did have a point there, Hanajima. That courteous and well-mannered Prince of Ice can't do stuff like that. Just ain't him, ya know. Probably, 'twas that stupid Kyou alright. Let's not think about him anymore. C'mon, continue our card game!"

Uotani and Tohru had already begun their card game again. Hanajima sat silently, without saying another word. There was something strange going on in this house. There were a lot of weird electric waves rippling through the air. Even though Tohru-chan had said that it was just Kyou screaming over leek, she didn't quite believe it.

And that strange, strange wave she sensed coming from inside the closet in the hallway was really bothering her.

She stared at the closet door.

But Tohru said it was nothing serious. If Tohru wanted to hide something that made her have to lie to her best friends, the thing she hid must be quite serious. Hanajima didn't want to pry into other people's business, especially if it was Tohru's. She would know it when Tohru allowed her to.

But still, she would keep an eye on that suspicious closet in the hallway.

"Kuso-nezumi! Did you want to give us away?!" whispered angry Kyou.

Yuki covered his mouth with his hand. Oh God, of all the places in the house he could hide in, why did he choose this place? And with Kyou, of all people! And butt-naked too!

The closet was small. It was small enough for two people without the card-boxes piled in the corner. But with the boxes, the unused trunks and old traveling bags, there was barely enough room for them to stand. So, they stood there, all tangled with each other, skin-to-skin, without any room to stretch between their naked bodies.

"Damn it!" Yuki cursed in whisper. "Try to open the door! I can't reach the knob from here."

Kyou gasped. His face was so close to Yuki's that every word Yuki said blew a breath to his own face. He turned his face away awkwardly. His hand scrambled to reach for the door knob. He suddenly stopped searching when an idea struck his head.

"If we get out of here, the girls will see us, naked and everything!" his eyes bulged in fear.

"We could slip out when they weren't looking. It's better than to see you naked here," was Yuki's embarrassed answer.

"Oh My God, I don't want to see you naked either, damn it!"

"That's why you should quit talking and hurry to find the door knob, baka neko!"

"Stop calling me baka! You're the one who was stupid enough to get us into this damn position [Kyou sweatdropped and blushed]…condition, I meant."

"This is not the time to argue. Just find the door knob!"

Grumbling, Kyou continued his impossible quest to find the knob again. It was dark inside the closet. He had to grope and probe his hand on the door. Occasionally, his hand would bump into Yuki's side, causing the victim to hiss and curse in anger.

"Bad news, Yuki."

"What?"

"There isn't any door knob on this side of the door."

Silence.

Yuki inhaled slowly, deciding that he wasn't hearing right.

"What?" he asked in dangerous calmness.

"There's no door knob! This must be a one way door! There is only one door knob on this door and it's on the other side!"

"It can't be!"

"What are we going to do? Where's Shigure? He can open this door for us!" Kyou was getting panicked.

"Shigure went outside the house after he changed into a dog. I think he was escaping from Honda-san's weird friends. And we can't ask Tohru or the other girls to help us, because then we'd have to explain why we were naked together in a closet. God, the idea just makes me sick!"

"YOU're sick? What about me? I'M SICK TOO!"

"Don't shout! They'll get suspicious and find us here!"

"What should we do then?"

Yuki sighed, upset. "Wait until the girls go home and then we can get Tohru to get Shigure to help us."

"Waiting? With you in this place? Naked?!"

"Well, do you have any better idea? One that won't get us caught without having to tell our secret? If Uotani see us in here, like this, God knows what rumors will be spread in school tomorrow!"

The mouse was right. No matter how much Kyou hated to admit it, the mouse was right. And he had no other solutions he could think of by himself either. So the only option left was to wait. Here in this God-forsaken happens-to-be-very-small-and-stuffy closet.

An hour passed in the dark crook of the closet. By the sound of the girlish laughter (except for Uotani's laugh, which was loud and rough like a guy's), the girls seemed to get the hang of the Souma's house already. It was late enough for dinner. The hiding boys could hear Tohru's muffled voice declaring that she was going to prepare the dinner.

Yuki sighed. Kyou scowled. He was tired from standing so stiffly in a very small place like this. Of course he could use his hands to lean on the closet wall behind Yuki. But that would mean that he had to stare face-to-face with Yuki again.

His feet were hurting. His back was hurting. He really needed to lean on something. There was no space enough to sit. There was no other way.

Abruptly, he reached his hands to the wall behind Yuki. He put his hands on both sides of Yuki's head. Yuki's eyes stared at him sharply. His body was stiff in alert, ready to defend against Kyou's attack.

They fought each other too much to not get defensive every time the other one was within attacking range.

"I'm not going to attack you," Kyou mumbled gruffly. "I'm just tired and need to lean on the wall."

"Why don't you lean on the wall behind you?"

"I can't. It's not a wall behind me, it's a stack of boxes. The sharp corner of the boxes thrust against my back. It hurts. I had to lean on something and it's not going to be on you!"

"Thank God."

Kyou snorted. His leaning position made the little space between them decrease. If he hadn't turned his face to the side, they would've been breathing against each other's face. That couldn't be good. This way, Yuki didn't have to breathe on his face, but on his neck.

Which was also not good.

Like other cat's necks, Kyou's neck was also sensitive. So when Yuki's warm puff of breath caressed his sensitive neck, he had to control himself from purring ecstatically. One puff of breath, two puffs of breath. Those were alright, he could still control himself. But after five minutes receiving warm puffs of breath on his neck, his whole body began to shiver.

"What's wrong?" Yuki asked, while blowing another breath on Kyou's neck.

"N..nothing…"

For the first time in his life, Kyou felt something different about Yuki's presence. Mostly, just by sensing Yuki's presence he could feel his hatred boiling and anger exploding, blinding his eyes from seeing other things. But now…... But now, being so close to Yuki, feeling Yuki's presence in front of him, watching the delicate posture of his arch enemy, he felt his stomach quivering.

Damn it!

The closet was dark, but Kyou's cat eyes could see through the darkness well enough. Yuki was bending his head down. His grayish hair fell down on his face, covering his violet eyes from Kyou's sight. His rosy lips parted a little, red and wet and shivering.

Shivering?

The mouse was cold. Yuki couldn't stand the cold, not even a bit. He had a quite severe bronchitis when he was a child, so Kyou heard. That was why he never swims in the water or goes out in the rain.

Panic struck Kyou again. What if Yuki fell in sick here? That would just make the situation even worse. What if he fainted?

Scared, Kyou shook Yuki's shoulder.

"Oi, Yuki. Yuki. Oi!"

Yuki raised his head. His violet eyes softened. All the coldness that had always been directed to Kyou had vanished from them. He just stared at Kyou innocently, with those big pools of violet. Kyou didn't realize he was gulping nervously.

"Are you sick? Don't faint now! I can't support your body the whole night! I can't even stand straight here!" he ranted.

Yuki's brows knitted. "I'm not sick."

"But you were shivering."

"No, I wasn't. You're just seeing things."

Yuki bent down his head again. He couldn't look into Kyou's vermilion eyes any longer. The stupid cat boy didn't even realize that his shivering was not even caused by the cold, but by Kyou himself. Kyou didn't seem to realize that his leaning position had covered Yuki with his body heat. Kyou didn't realize how distracting the attractive smell coming from his body. Kyou didn't realize that his thigh was thrusting up against Yuki's groin. And Kyou didn't realize that his own manhood was pressed against Yuki's stiffening thigh.

It was hard for Yuki to breathe. Not because of the cold, not because of the dust. He had to stop breathing Kyou's tempting body smell if he didn't want to keep shivering like this. And to stop that distracting pressure against his groin.

Kyou was wondering what was happening with Yuki. He said he wasn't cold or sick. But his shivering grew stronger. He couldn't help but worry when he saw the almost transparently white-skinned body trembled. He could hear Yuki's breath was getting heavy and all he could think about was Yuki getting a bronchial seizure.

He held both sides of Yuki's face with his hands, staring with worry into those startled violet eyes.

"Yuki! Are you having a seizure? Can you breathe?" he whispered in panic.

Startled and breathless, for being so close to Kyou's face, Yuki snapped his head to the side. He didn't want Kyou to see his blushing face. This attitude confused Kyou even more.

"Yu.."

"Shut up, Kyou! I'm alright! Why are you so noisy?"

"What?! I 'm just worri…"

Kyou didn't finish his words. He almost said he was worried. Worried? About the kuso-nezumi? Did the mouse hear what he almost said? A blush spread on his face.

But Yuki did hear Kyou's words. Worried? The baka neko was worried about him? But why? Since they first met, all Kyou said was that he was going to make Yuki pay for all of his suffering, whatever it was. And since that, they were always fighting with each other, at every opportunity that came upon them. Yuki would always win, of course, being the most clever and cunning, also strongest of them.

Kyou had always told Yuki that he hated him.

So why, why did he say he was worried?

"I'm all right, I'm not sick at all. Now would you please get your face out of mine. I can't breathe," said Yuki, calmly.

"Damn it! I just don't want you to faint in here! I have all the trouble I need for now, thank you very much!"

"I'm not going to faint."

A lie. If Kyou pressed his body onto his even more, Yuki probably would faint. But Kyou, being the baka that he was, absent-mindedly leaned his body on Yuki's. He was feeling tired from standing up so long. And by leaning on Yuki's body, he secretly stole some of Yuki's body heat without even asking for it. It turned out that the cat couldn't stand the cold either.

When their skin brushed, something was awakened in Kyou's stomach. Feeling uncomfortable with himself, he shifted his position, which of course caused more skin-to-skin friction between them.

He heard Yuki gasp. He could see the pale boy wince, as if in pain. He was going to panic again, but remembering how Yuki snapped at him before, he ignored it.

Kyou shifted again. His left leg had begun to throb again with pain. Damn it! How long would he have to stand in this small place?

Yuki fought hard with himself. This stupid cat! Why did he have to move about so much? Every time he moved, the friction sent little jolts through his entire nerve system. He scowled at himself. Why did he react this way? This was Kyou, for God's sake! A boy of his age! His stupid cousin!

Kyou shifted again. His knee brushed Yuki's groin roughly. A groan escaped Yuki's trembling lips. Great, Kyou was looking at him now. Sooner or later, the cat would get suspicious and ask about Yuki's strange behavior.

It was embarrassing to feel this way for Kyou.

It would be more embarrassing if Kyou knew it.

When Kyou shifted again, Yuki couldn't stand it anymore.

"Kyou, stop moving so much! And get your knee off me!"

Kyou looked down. His eyes bulged when he saw his left knee was squeezing Yuki's now-aroused member. He pulled away his knee abruptly, his face burning hot. He mumbled his apology and turned his face away.

He didn't realize he was still leaning against Yuki's body.

It's better like this, Yuki thought, without his knee pressing against my groin. He could breathe better. Now, he was free to feast upon the naked figure of Kyou in front of him.

Orange hair fell down on his forehead, his boyish face was furiously blushing. His slightly muscled arms framed both sides of Yuki's head. His neck was long and lean; his collarbone stuck out from his skin, creating shadows on the small valley of its crook. Yuki's eyes traced down Kyou's body, down to his bare-chest, to the two little pink nubs on the chest. Suddenly, Yuki lost his breath again.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

What was he doing? Staring at Kyou's body and wanting to touch those little nubs? Oh God, there was definitely something wrong with him!

Kyou could feel the movement of Yuki's eyes, how those violet beauties (Did I say "beauties"? Oh God! Oh God! This was Yuki I was talking about!) traced a trail on his neck and shoulder blade. How those eyes ravished his chest. Kyou's belly stiffened when he felt Yuki's stare stop dead at his nipples.

A dull throb in his groin made him feel a little light-headed. Confused with the mixed feelings he was having, Kyou swallowed hard. He was now aware of a vague smell barging into his nose. A sweet smell. Yuki's body smell.

Kyou's face grew hot at the thought of Yuki's smell. It was intoxicating, stupifyingly interesting. Without thinking, he leaned his head on Yuki's left shoulder, inhaling the smell he longed for.

And when he did that, he made their bodies press together. Both of them groaned when their nipples touched and their arousal brushed against each other. They were both having difficulties just breathing normally. Yuki turned his face away, refusing to face Kyou. A little shifting made by Kyou made their arousals brushed even more, turning their legs into jelly.

Unable to control himself anymore, Kyou buried his face on Yuki's shoulder. Yuki's hair tickled his face and he turned it to the left. So now he was facing Yuki's left ear. Kyou trembled with the urge to nibble that ear.

This couldn't be happening. I couldn't be having this mad desire to touch Yuki. Yuki, of all people.

He nuzzled Yuki's ear with his nose, before licking the earlobe with his tongue. Yuki's body jerked in surprise, and in secret pleasure. Slowly, he traced the delicate contour of the ear lobe that created shivers across Yuki's shoulder. Then he nibbled the soft flesh there. He continued his attack down to Yuki's slender neck.

"K..k..Kyou…" was all Yuki managed to whisper.

Kyou groaned in return. He was deeply absorbed in feasting on Yuki's neck. He licked his way from the ear, along the jaw line, down to the dip of the collarbone. He then kissed a trace along the thin collarbone and back to the chest.

Yuki closed his eyes during Kyou's physical intrusion. His hands were pushing Kyou's bare chest away from him, but somehow those hands were powerless. He wasn't able to do anything when Kyou placed little kisses on his collarbone. He wasn't able to do anything either when Kyou raised his head to face him. And he was completely hopeless when their lips touched in an innocent kiss.

Kyou pulled back after the soft kiss. He was losing his breath. The nuzzling of Yuki's neck and shoulder and the taste of Yuki's lips were just too much for him to handle. He staggered backward, completely ashamed of what he had done.

But Yuki pulled his face back. It was Yuki now who was kissing his lips. It was Yuki's tongue that was tracing a seductive line on his lips, teasing him to open his mouth. And when he did, it was Yuki's tongue that darted inside, making love with his tongue, caressing, twisting, madly, passionately. He moaned in hunger, pulling Yuki's neck toward him, only to get closer to Yuki.

When the kiss was broken, they were panting and gasping. The air suddenly became hot, surrounding them with a veil of moist passion. Staring into each other, both violet and vermilion pairs of eyes, feelings of confusion and desire, of needs and awkwardness, of shame and curiosity.

"Why…," Kyou swallowed hard. "What have we done…?"

"We made out. Gods, Kyou…"

"I know…. But, but…w..why..?"

"I don't know."

"Yuki, are you….?"

"What?"

"You….you know…."

"What? NO! No, I'm not!"

"But you like to dress as a girl."

"I didn't like it! I was forced. And it was the Souma family's traditional New Year dance."

"But why did you kiss me back?"

"Why did you kiss me the first time?"

"I don't know…"

"Then you're the one who is…"

"NO! I'M NOT!"

"Shut up! The girls are still outside."

"Damn it!"

"You're supposed to hate me, right?"

"I….. I don't know, damn it! Why did you let me do it anyway? You hate me too, right?"

"I never said I hate you, Kyou."

continue to chapter III

Author's Note :

There is only ONE more chapter. Yes, the one that we all have been waiting for, the YAOI chapter! But for those of you, who'd rather settle on shonen-ai level, you better stop reading.

Ugh,.., why does this fic end up being this long? U____U …….

(Last edited: August 12th, 2002, 00:33 p.m.)