Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ NECTAR ❯ Finding Truth ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or it's characters. It belongs to Takaya Nasuki.

To all of you, thanks for taking the time to read my little love story. A few of you wonder about the Yuki/Akito aspect of this story, am I changing my pairings? Well, I did promise Kativa-chan a Yuki/Akito, and I don't like to go back on my promises… and yet Kakeru is just so damn cute! Shouldn't we let Yuki play around just a little bit? I think he deserves it, and Akito is unconscious after all. (wink, wink)

Thanks once again to my editor, awintersrose, for doing a great job, coming up with wonderful ideas, and turning my chapters around so quickly, as well as for being a wonderful inspiration. I just like her so much; she's such a nice person.

NECTAR

Chapter Five: Finding Truth

YUKI *

`WHAT DID I DO? WHAT DID I JUST DO?' I jumped backwards, smacking my knee on the bottom of the desk in the process, and stared down into Kakeru's eyes.

"Yuki?" Kakeru said, a drowsy confused look covering his lovely face. "Why did you?"

"I'm sorry." I whispered. It was all that I could think of to say, so I said it and then I ran. I needed to get out of that room, and away from Kakeru, before he completely awakened and realized what had just happened.

"Yuki, wait." I heard Kakeru calling after me as I sprinted up the halls toward the exit.

`I should stop.' I decided. `I should explain myself, and apologize to him.' Yes, that was precisely what I should do, but it wasn't what I was going to do. Nope, what I was going to do was run away. It was, after all, what I did best. I'd spent my entire life running away. First from Akito and the main house, and then from my feelings for Haru. Yes, it was simply who I was, such an inherent part of me that one could probably consider the act of running to be a natural part of my genetic makeup. Even now, as I kissed Kakeru, I was running. That was the only thing that made any sense. I was straight; I wasn't gay, so why else would I kiss Kakeru? I was running away from my feelings for Miss Honda, I was simply running away.

`So why stop now?' I rationalized, and continued through the high school's thick wooden doors and into the snowy parking lot.

I had absolutely no desire to face Kakeru. Not now, and perhaps not ever again. After all, what could I possibly say to him? How could I ever explain what I had just done? `What in the world caused me to do such a disgusting thing?' He's my best friend, and now he probably thinks that I'm a total pervert, sexually assaulting him in his sleep like that. It was inexcusable.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I dropped to my knees in the snow ignoring the cold and the icy wetness that immediately seeped through to my skin. I was completely out of breath, and I simply could not go on, not even for another moment. I would rest for a minute and then I would head home. I wanted to talk to Miss Honda. I needed to make certain that what Kyo had told me was true. In addition to that, there was one other thing that I needed to clarify within my mind. It was one small, but important question that I required to have answered, and Miss Honda was the only person who could do it.

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KAKERU *

"He kissed me?" I could not help but whisper these words to myself, as I hurried after Yuki. "Yun Yun actually kissed me."

I was smiling, even though it was apparent that Yuki was already regretting his actions. I simply couldn't help but find the whole thing amusing. `Hello! Yuki Sohma, the dream boy of every girl at Kaiwaia High is in reality gay, or at the very least bi.' Even more amusing, he wanted me. This was too perfect. If only he hadn't freaked out about everything and took off. Why did he always have to take things so damn seriously? So what if my very first kiss was stolen from me? As long as it was Yun Yun doing the stealing I certainly didn't mind, not in the least. It was nothing for him to get all worked up over.

I hurried out through the doors, and stopped to look around. `Now, where did he go?' Spotting him, sitting in the snow on the other side of the parking lot, I was about to head that way when a hand clamped down on my shoulder. Turning, I looked into the angry eyes of my homeroom teacher, Miss Shiraki.

"Kakeru, I assume you have a good reason for being out of class?" I smiled, using my most charming smile, the one that tended to work quite well whenever I really needed to get my own way.

"I was feeling a little faint and decided that I needed some fresh air." I lied.

"Well, Kakeru, I might actually believe that if I hadn't saw you running like a madman through the halls just moments ago."

Busted!

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Yuki had gotten up from his place on the ground and was running again. Damn! I was too late. I would just have to track him down and talk to him later; besides, there was no reason for both of us to get detention. Bowing respectfully to my teacher, I resigned myself to my fate.

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MOMIJI *

Even in my sleep I could feel it. The pain in my back was agonizing, and yet at the same time I felt warm and comforted. Had I died? Was that it? Had Akito killed me?

My eyes flew open the moment his name crossed my mind. `Akito!'

I quickly relaxed, as I realized that Haru was beneath me, holding me gently in his wonderfully strong arms. I smiled when his eyes peeked opened, slightly and only for a moment, before closing again.

"Good morning." He whispered, pulling me a little tighter against his chest.

"Wah..." I grimaced, as a bolt of pain shot up my back. Haru immediately pulled his arms away, and opened his eyes guiltily.

"Your back? I'm sorry, Momiji. I wasn't thinking. How can I be such an idiot? I hurt you?"

"No." I lied. "I'm okay." I grinned happily as his dark eyes filled with relief and his arms went around me again, lower this time, to the one place that Akito's whip hadn't damaged. I blushed, as his hands rested warmly against the naked skin of my buttocks. It felt amazing, but…

"Haru, um… that's my butt." Just saying such a silly thing made me giggle, and that in turn made me feel childish. As hard as I tried, I couldn't seem to grow up. I was always saying the wrong thing, doing the wrong thing. I hated it. It was bad enough that I still looked like a twelve year old kid; I shouldn't act like one as well.

"I know. It feels nice." Haru whispered, and nuzzled his face against my neck, while his hands tenderly fondled me. "Does this bother you? Should I stop?"

"No." I admitted. It did feel nice, and I was certain that I didn't want him to stop, but then again. Opening my eyes, I took in our surroundings. "Haru? We're at the hospital?"

I pulled away from Haru and brushed his hands aside.

"What's wrong?" Haru wondered, and caught me, before I could jump out of the bed. "Where are you going? You shouldn't be up yet."

"Haru, we can't, not here. If Akito finds out, if he catches us." I groaned in agony, and relaxed back into his chest, because moving quickly like that had caused me immense pain.

"Don't worry about Akito." Haru told me, and my eyes went wide as I suddenly remembered. I remembered everything. Akito's anger, the beating, and Black Haru. Black Haru had… he had, saved me, but…

"Haru? You…" My eyes filled with tears. "Is Akito… is he…" I couldn't say it. In that room, before I blacked out, I had witnessed everything. I knew exactly what Black Haru had done to Akito. It was horrible. If Akito lived through that, if Black Haru hadn't killed him, then both of us were as good as dead. Akito would never allow us to get away with it. We had committed the worst sin a Sohma could commit. We had dared to go against the head of the family.

"He didn't die." Haru said, and his own dark eyes mirrored my thoughts. "Black Haru didn't kill him."

"We're in trouble, aren't we Haru?" I asked. This was my fault. Everything that had happened was because of me, because I had wanted Haru for myself, and I had played with fire in order to get him.

"No, Momiji. We're not. I am. I promise you that no matter what, I won't let Akito hurt you. Black Haru's the one that…"

"NO!" I yelled at him. There was no way I would allow him to pay for what I had caused. "I won't allow you to blame yourself, Haru. What happened, all of it… it was me. I started this whole mess. I was stupid and jealous, and I won't let you take the blame."

"Stop that, Momiji." Haru said gently, and placed a tiny kiss upon the tip of my shoulder. "It doesn't matter who started it, or why. All that matters is that Black Haru, that I, screwed up. The consequences are mine, not yours, they belong completely to me."

"But, Haru…" I began, and was promptly stopped as Haru's lips enclosed mine. His tongue slid into my mouth and his hands found their way back to my bottom, only now they squeezed me possessively, and pulled me tightly to him. The feeling, a warm spreading sensation, covered me inside. When Haru broke our kiss, when he pulled back and looked up into my eyes, I saw that he was crying.

"Haru, I'm sorry, it's my…" I tried again to tell him that it wasn't his fault, that I would not allow him to be punished for my sins, but he brought our lips back together, silencing me. Deciding that telling him could wait, that maybe when we were not like this, pressed against each other so close, then maybe he would listen. For now, what I had wanted, the thing that had gotten us both into this mess in the first place, was actually mine. Haru was holding me in his arms and kissing me in a way that I had always needed him to. For the moment that was enough.

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YUKI *

"Yuki? Why are you home from school already?" Miss Honda asked, as I stepped through the door. She was sitting, school book in hand, underneath the warmth of the kotatsu. Without even thinking, I plopped down next to her, pushing my frozen legs beneath the table, and breathlessly laying down flat on my back. This in itself was heaven. For the moment, being next to her, defrosting myself and catching my breath, was enough to bring me joy.

"Are you okay? Is it your asthma? I'll get Shigure." Miss Honda said, her gentle voice full of caring, full of something that sounded so very much like love.

"No!" I insisted, and grabbed her by the hand, before she could stand. "Don't go, Miss Honda."

"Yuki?" She asked, and leaned over, her big blue eyes filled with concern. Miss Honda was always like that, always worrying about me. Why did she worry like that if she didn't really care about me, if it was only Shigure that she loved?

"Miss Honda." I whispered. Inside of me, my heart was pounding so fast, and it hurt, it actually hurt to look at her, to look into her big blue eyes.

"What is it, what is wrong? Won't you please tell me?"

"Miss Honda, I love you." I admitted, and before she could react I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her lips down to mine.

"Yuki!" She mumbled, and started to pull away from me, but I couldn't let her do that. I had something that I needed to prove, not just to her, but also to myself. I held her fast, and deepened our kiss, pressing my still frozen lips hungrily to hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth.

It was all wrong! I knew it, felt it deep inside of me. What I was doing, this kiss, was completely wrong. Not just because Miss Honda didn't want it, not only because I was forcing her, but also because I myself didn't want it, because it was a lie. The one that I wanted to be kissing like this, the one that I wanted to be with, the one that I loved, was not Miss Honda.

"YUKI!" Shigure's voice penetrated my thoughts. I was pulled up, away from Miss Honda, and literally thrown across the room. I landed painfully at the foot of the stairs, and looked up into Shigure's angry eyes. "YOU BASTARD! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?"

"Shigure, I…" I wanted to explain myself, to apologize to Shigure, to Miss Honda, but I couldn't, as once again I was without words. Looking past Shigure, I saw that Miss Honda was crying, no she wasn't crying, she was bawling. What had I done? How could I do something like that, to her?

"Yuki." Miss Honda whispered through her tears. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I don't feel that way about you. Shigure and I, we…"

"NO!" Shigure yelled. "Tohru, you have nothing to apologize for. You've done nothing wrong." He was right of course; Miss Honda was not the one in the wrong here. That person would be me.

"Miss Honda." I said as I pulled myself up. "I'm sorry, I should not have…"

"No, really Yuki, it's okay, you didn't mean to…" Miss Honda started to forgive me, but stopped immediately when Shigure grabbed me up by the front of my shirt.

"Yuki, if you ever touch her again…" Shigure threatened coldly. I stared up at him, surprised by the force of his anger. This was Shigure, after all. This was the guy who never got upset.

"Shigure, don't. Let him go, please." Miss Honda cried, and Shigure released me, but not before I saw the warning in his eyes.

Walking across the room, Shigure took Miss Honda's face into one hand, and with his other hand he first wiped away her tears and then leaned down to place a gentle kiss upon her lips. Turning away from the scene before me, I started up the stairs.

"Yuki," Shigure said, and I paused and waited. "I think you should seriously consider moving back into the main house for a while. For Haru and Momiji's sake... and maybe for your own." I nodded, and I continued up the stairs.

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Another chapter done, another chapter on its way. Please review and let me know what you think.

Bye for now.

YTR