Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Jaded By Rain ❯ Forbidden Touch ( Chapter 4 )

Jaded By Rain

By, Jamie1317kast

 

It may be possible to die of a broken heart, but it takes no courage to die for that which you love. It is possible to live with a mended heart, and the real courage lies in living for that which you love.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Furuba, they are copyright to Natsuki Takaya-sensei. My own characters are Ryoko Sohma, Gabriel Sohma, Takamichi Sohma, Taichii Okinawa, Rumiko Young-Li, Chang Wong, Shi Fu-Li, Xiao Fua, Yueh Sohma, Saizo Chung, and if any other of my characters pop up I'll let you know.

 

Author's Notes: the song that appears in this chapter, “ Forbidden Touch," was written and is copyrighted to me because I wrote it. It will appear in all Italics. Don't steal.

 

Rated NC17 for adult situations, and lovemaking. (Just for this chapter)

 

Forbidden Touch:

 

Ryoko stared up at the blue sky, an abyss that never ended eternal openness and peace. She felt the Sun on her bare skin, but it did not hurt her eyes to look up.

“ Am I in Heaven?" She wondered aloud. The heat waves rose and made the air shimmer like ocean currents. Ryoko realized that she was lying in the middle of a desert, surrounded by sand and the blue sky. Oh, and she was naked.

However, this did not seem to bother her, if indeed, she did notice her lack of clothing. She lay on the sand, soaking in the Sun as Cats do when they find a particular windowsill suited to their fancy. She breathed out, relaxed. If this was Heaven, an eternity of soaking in the summer Sun, peaceful and calm, Ryoko didn't mind being dead. Not one bit.

The thing in superstitions about the realms of spirits is that you forget. Simply being there, for whatever purpose, makes you forget. Ryoko has forgotten all those who once might have cared for her, lost in the warmth of the desert Sun.

Suddenly, Ryoko felt a jolt of pain in her chest. She dug her fingers into the sand, felt her soul slipping; she didn't want to leave her warm place. She clung on to that feeling of warmth and peace. She cried out when another jolt of pain shocked her into releasing her grip…

 

She fell…

Fell…

Fell back…

Fell back into her body, and remembered.

 

The room was spinning, so she closed her eyes again. She'd seen colors, orange, black, mostly white, and voices spun around as easily as cake mix in a mixing bowl. She couldn't see the walls for the room and she didn't want to try again. Her chest hurt terribly, and her heart ached in a way she hadn't thought possible since Yuki had stopped speaking to her.

She remembered, oh God, she remembered Yuki. Her blood rushed and her heart pained her more with every beat, ` Yuki, oh God, Yuki. No, no.' His rejection, his face twisted with betrayal and disgust. Ryoko bore the pain of using her throbbing vocal cords, she keened, a high-pitched sound conjured by grief. “ Noooooo…Yukiiiiiii…” The voice was barely but a whisper in a room filled with several people trying to get her attention all at once.

“ Ryoko? Ryoko!" A familiar voice called out to her, anxious, and loving. That voice, like her Big Brother's before it, reached out a hand to her. And that hand offered to lead her from her solitude at long last, that hand offered her real love, and happiness. She dared to open her eyes once more, to brave the room and the people in it, and…

To embrace her future.

 

Kyo stared down at Ryoko; with Hatori at his side to monitor Ryoko and make sure neither of them did anything drastic. Like taking their lives into their own hands, for example. These children were much too young for the drama of suicide and heartbreak, at least in Hatori's professional opinion.

He watched Ryoko open her eyes again; she had opened them earlier but closed them after a moment. Kyo had been grieving in the corner of the hospital-like room in Hatori's house for his dead love. For he did love her, and Hatori was happy that Kyo had found someone he was able to care about so deeply after the horrors in his own past and in his own body.

When she had opened her eyes for the first time after Hatori had shocked her with those round electrical clamps that were used by paramedics to jumpstart a person's heart, Hatori had told Kyo rather firmly that she was, in fact, not dead. Upon this confirmation that Ryoko was breathing again and appeared to be medically stable, Kyo had leapt to his feet and vied for Ryoko's attention. She had clamped her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to open them. Hatori was possibly the only other person besides Ryoko who knew why she had tried to have Akito kill her. She had been rejected in love because she was the Cat.

She had wanted to die because she could not stand looking at a world where that was true.

 

“ Kyo?" Ryoko reached a hesitant hand out to him, and he took it. Kyo clasped her hand tightly in his, “ I'm here, it's okay now Ryoko. I'm here." He sat down next to her on the bed, leaned down, and embraced her tightly. “ God,” Kyo choked out, “ I thought I'd lost you for good. I called out to you, but you didn't hear me.”

However much Kyo steeled himself against his tears, they escaped out of his eyes and ran down his cheeks to land on Ryoko's head. Ryoko's body hurt too much to try to move, so she lay nestled in Kyo's arms, a loving embrace. She forced herself to speak, “ How did you…?” no good, her throat ached and pained her and made it difficult to voice herself. “ I was gonna to surprise you, after all, it is Christmas morning." Ryoko barely heard Kyo's explanation as to why he had known where she was because she was in so much pain. She assumed that it was he who had saved her from Akito's grasp, and she was right.

“ I went into your room when you didn't knock, I thought you were a asleep. An' I just… well, I saw your diary on your bed and…” Here Kyo blushed, he'd read a girl's diary. If Ryoko were feeling better she'd have beaten him senseless with a pillow for doing it. “ An' then I thought ` Well, shit! I'd better stop her!' And so… here I am." He tried for a smile and a casual shrug. Ryoko accepted his explanation of how he'd known; now she just wanted to know why he'd bothered. When she asked this question the answer made him blush, her cry with happiness, and Hatori smile with amusement.

“ `Cuz, well…'cuz I love you, Ryoko. An' I wanna be with you always.”

` How can it be, that after all that, after I pushed you away for so many months, that after all this time you would be the one. That you would be the one to say the words I needed to hear the most right now… how?'

 

Ryoko returned to the house several hours later in the fading afternoon, with Kyo at her side. Shigure stood on the porch and watched them. ' They really are the perfect couple.' He thought,

' I wonder how soon they'll start having sex. Hmmm, I wonder indeed.' Shigure's thoughts drifted along their usual perverted track, filled with romance, high school girls, and lots and lots of sex.

Men.

Oh, and Dogs.

 

That evening Ryoko and Kyo were heading up onto the roof when Shigure called out of his study, " Now don't you two go having sex on my roof!" in his normal singsong voice. Sure, of course, that that was exactly what they were going to do. At least now that he'd given them the suggestion. They loved each other, after all, and then why shouldn't they have sex?

Kyo blushed, " You sick BASTARD!" Kyo went to punch Shigure, but was lead away by Ryoko who giggled at his antics.

Shigure snickered evilly to himself. If they were going to fuck on the roof then Shigure was sure to listen in; he needed more inspiration for his romance novels anyway.

 

" Perverted old Dog, can't even talk about what he wants for breakfast with out sounding like he's living some R-rated fantasy of his. It makes me sick! And he always has that stupid grin on his face, like he knows something we don't an' he wants to rub it in. Jeez, it pisses me off." Kyo sat down on the roof with Ryoko next to him, ranting about Shigure and his usual perverted antics. Ryoko nodded to show that she understood Shigure was himself after all.

She started to say something, but was cut off by Kyo's lips. They held the kiss for far longer than either had ever done, and when they surfaced for breath, there was a look in their eyes that hadn't been there before. Ryoko's chest heaved, Kyo was breathing heavily.

He put a hand on the side of her face, and she leaned against his touch. His fingertips danced around her face, tracing the patterns of her skin in the dark. Her flesh felt warm, a small tingling, a spark that rushed and jumped from her skin to his. The air was nearly electric between them, making the hair on Kyo's arm stand on end. He looked at her pleading when he felt himself begin to ache inside, his eyes reaching out for her.

" Kyo, do you want to?" Her voice was barely a whisper but Kyo heard her perfectly. He grinned, " Sure, let's humor the old Dog."

 

A cold winter breeze blew out across the forest valley, making the stars shiver and the midnight dew crystallize on the grass. The world was cold, animals curled up against one another for warmth, and a certain novelist curled up with a kotatsu and strained his ear for the sounds of love being made on the roof.

Shigure turned on the radio, set it out on the porch, and tuned it to a station playing Enrique Iglesias. Confidant that the music of Life's sound track would push the two Cats on the roof to the final threshold of love.

 

Nestled in your arms, limbs twisted the way the ivy twines,

 

His hands caressed her face, memorizing every inch of skin, and moved in soothing motions that made him more anxious than before. He then took Ryoko up in his arms and held her close next to his beating heart.

 

Lip-locked embrace, eyes sparkle like a dim-lit diamond mine.

 

With a swift and fluid motion Kyo caught Ryoko's lips with his, her eyes glittering, reflecting the starlight. Their tongues danced together, up and over, exploring and darting in and out of each other's mouths. Finding their place, their dominance, communicating through intimate touches.

 

Forbidden sensations when your lips touch my skin,

 

Kyo broke the kiss just long enough to take his shirt off, pulling it over his shoulders. He then leaned forward again, planting kisses along Ryoko's jaw, then down her neck. When he came to her kimono, he didn't stop but kept going, pulling down the thin fabric like brushing aside a curtain. Her skin was so soft, Kyo's already hard erection responding quicker than he ever thought possible.

 

I'm shutting my heart down, and living the sin.

 

He tenderly kissed the bite wound Akito had made earlier, then kissed the nape of her neck. She shivered each time he kissed her; she wrapped her arms around his bare back, pressing herself closer to his chest.

 

I'll give in to the sweet of your rose-petal lips,

 

He pulled his head up, bringing his lips back to hers tenderly. His hands were working franticly on his belt, trying to undo the walls of clothing between them. When he succeeded, he gently laid Ryoko down and pulled off the rest of his clothing, boxers and all. Kyo leaned over her, not breaking the kiss, and undid the red obi belt of her kimono. He then opened the kimono, exposing her dark flesh to the cold winter air. Kyo pulled away from Ryoko, and they both stared at each other for what seemed like more than the few moments it actually was.

Though filled with passion, heat and love, the small doubt that they would reject each other's ugliness was no small factor in both of their hearts. Ryoko was the first to overcome those feelings. She moved her legs so Kyo was kneeling between them, and gently slid her hips against his.

Kyo forgot all else as Ryoko moved against his exposed erection. He moaned, and proceeded to finish what they'd started.

 

Hidden touches too far, now we can't call it quits.

 

Afterwards, Kyo and Ryoko lay on the roof, listening to the stars calling softly to one another and to the sound of the American radio on the porch below. Ryoko's kimono stretching to cover them both, though they forgot the cold in the warmth of their own embraces. A streak of light burst and raced across the night sky, " Look Kyo!" Ryoko half-whispered, " A shooting star. Quick! Let's make a wish."

So they wished silently, Kyo wished for Ryoko to always be there with him. And Ryoko wished too, though exactly what she wished for has yet to be seen.

 

Secret promises, yes, I love you so much,

So give in to the beauty of the Night's forbidden touch.