Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Release Some Tension ❯ Possession ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Sorry everybody, I kind of lost interest of this story for a few months. Sad, but I have regained the necessary focus to finish chapter#2. Hope you all are grateful, and enjoy this “feverish” chapter. And be on the look out for my new Fruits Basket fic Cherry Pie.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket, its characters or the song `Can We' from the album Release Some Tension.

Inspiration: My inspiration this time was SWV's album Release Some Tension, but mainly the song Can We. This is a beautiful put together album; I treasure it most out of all of my CDs.

Summery: Tohru has been struggling with the love triangle between her, Yuki and Kyo. So one day one of them puts her in a rather 'dominating' position, in order to convince her to make up her mind. Tohru/??

 

Release Some Tension

Chapter#2 Possession

 

“Yuki, is Kyo really not going?” Frowning disappointedly, as she gently circulated the wash cloth around the drying plate. “It's a shame,” Waiting for Yuki's thoughts on the matter.

Snorted his flared nostrils in a nuisance, at the sentiment of his arrogant rival. Bows narrowing, “He's such a fool, you should know from personal experience that once that stupid cat sets his mind on something, he never drops it.”

 

“Well, I guess me and Kyo can have some of those delicious soba noodles again, and sit up on the rooftop.” A goofy grin plastered to her lips, Yuki's sudden tinge of realization slipped unnoticed by Tohru. Who was already daydreaming about the wonderful night to come, one she wouldn't spend alone.

 

“Uh,” a vague whisper escaped the nezumi as he reversed his position. “I'm gonna get ready Ms. Honda,” his soft tone dense with a darker emotion, as he disappeared up the stairs.

 

“Okay Yuki,” Continuing to mold the rice into traditional onigiri form. Humming her mundane upbeat hymn, as she patterned a wooden tray with finished molds.

 

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Shigure sat quietly at his desk centered in his office, chewing absentmindedly on his pencil, as he doodled with a ballpoint pen with his free hand. Ignoring the fact his editor Mii's nagging voice in his head to finish before next week's deadline.

 

Sketching a figure, that's been dancing provocatively in his vast imagination. Removing the utensil from his lips, to cast a beaming gaze at his work. A bubbly young girl clad in the contemporary school girl wear,

 

Ears perking up suddenly, eyes swiftly diverting from his artwork straight in the direction of the sounds. A witty scoff, grinning in comprehension, by the sounds of it. Kyo was training relentlessly again, deciding to take his boredom out on the moody kitten, he crept slowly through the hallway, to the patio where he stood observing the neko, going unnoticed.

 

“Still bent on beating Yuki, huh?” Resisting the urge to slip sarcasm in his tone, resting his weight against the door frame. His usual annoying chime to his voice,

 

“Leave me alone Shigure, can't you see I'm busy!” Giving the lumber post a devastating blow, cracking it unevenly down the middle. Chips scattering the yard from the split,

 

Eyes widening in astonishment as a twig snapped off and struck his wrist. “Hey, Kyo” The inu's lips curling into an ironic puppy dog pout, “That hurt,” whimpering in pseud pain.

 

“Shut it, or I will!” Ceasing all actions as he turned to face the house owner, twisting his mouth into an infuriate scowl. Rolling his fiery auburn eyes as Shigure slowly backed away into the shadows to bother someone else.

 

“Oh Tohru!” That chipper voice erupting through the walls, the tangerine haired boy growled in irritation, smacking his forehead.

 

“Now that idiot is buggin' Tohru.” Groaning as he whipped his towel over his shoulder,

 

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“Hello Shigure,” Twisting her hip to face the ever so cheerful inu. Long brilliant brunette tresses swept over her shoulder, deep-set sapphires, so pure and humble; they could transcend time itself. And those perfectly full lips, flared cherry from her special gloss.

 

A ruffled pink checkered apron tied neatly around her small neck, curving into petite rounded shoulders covered in a long-sleeved cashmere blouse. Shigure's wandering eyes curiously descended further, coming down to her narrow waist, eyeing the band that tightly embraced her slender hips.

 

Short slits of her skirt waving in the draft in the house, long lean legs churring down to her bare feet on the wooden flooring. “Goooood morning Tohru.” His giddy smile becoming bigger from the lecherous radar blaring in his ears.

 

Chuckling sweetly at his content mood, this afternoon the young brunette found herself back sculpting the steaming rice. Humming a melody all her own, oblivious Shigure was observing her back to him, memorizing how she harmonized this particular tune.

 

“Duh dum duh dum,” Tohru dropped the tuft of rice in her palms, as her blood ran cold. “Duh dum dum, dum duh dum duh dah dah.” Howling in a very catchy tone, giving an extra little snack to add beat. Tohru slowly turned with a feverish hue tainting her cheeks, as Shigure shamelessly waddled to his humming.

 

“Shigure?” Her voice hoarse and nervous,

 

“I was just singing along with you my dear Tohru.” Shaking his hips, imposing the idea, he was still cool. “Dah da da dah dah dah,” Making Tohru more uncomfortable and flustered. Finally the voice o reason came, in the form of a zodiac rat.

 

“Act your age!” The sharp comment spewed venomously from Yuki's pale lips. Clearly disgusted at how his freakish antics were embarrassing himself and bothering her.

 

“Yuki, are you about ready to go.” Clearly unfazed by his remark, placing a calm, cool and collected facade on.

 

“Yes, and you?” Shrugging on his coat,

 

“Uh,” glimpsing down at his attire, a simple everyday house kimono. “Mmm, not quite, I'll get ready you see if you can make a last attempt to get Kyo coming.” Before Yuki could shout a protest, or even a reply the inu had simply danced away to his bedroom to change.

 

“Damn it!” Cursing quietly under his breath, as Tohru timid stood observing, the hoards of emotions becoming exposed on his face. He knew just as well Kyo would just scream in his face, it was useless. “Well, Ms. Honda...I,” lowering his violet eyes to his shoes. “I wish I could too,”

 

“Huh?” Her mouth gaped, baffled. “Could what?”

 

“Ah,” He felt a silly smile cross his lips, though she wasn't always as understand situations for what they were, he loved that part of her psyche so simple and imperfect. “Nothing, have a wonderful new year, is all.”

 

Grimacing her wide warm smile, “Yes, you and Shigure both Yuki.” The older male met him in the hallway and waved her off as they continued up the path to get to the accessible roads to the main house.

 

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“Ah, finished.” Sighing from the exhaustion of making rice balls as morning and afternoon, and folding her apron neatly into a drawer. <Bump> casting a gaze to the ceiling, from the sounds of it Kyo had beaten her up on the roof.

 

Collecting the bowls of soba and a plate of a wide variety of rice balls all on a tray, carefully climbing the ladder to the roof, resting down beside the zodiac outcaste cat. “These aren't leek rice balls, are they?” snatching one from a plate,

 

“No, I remembered you don't like leek.” Sapphires brimming in the moonlight, as she nibbled on a plum centered on. “Mmm, so ...is Kagura really the reason you didn't go?”

 

A tear of emotion lapsed in his throat, he found his crimson eyes instantaneously over shadowing her. With a moment of brief silence he regained his composure, “Yeah, didn't we go over this?” His voice becoming irritated.

 

“I'm sorry Kyo, it's just...I'm grateful that...I managed to not be alone again this new year.” Tohru felt a guilty smile find it's way to her lips. “So, I hope you're not...mad,” Tears began to spill just as quickly as they started, resembling pure pearls rolling in streams down her creamy cheeks.

 

“No Tohru please,” his usual need to keep cool faded, replaced by the need to ease her hurt. “Ya don't have to cry.” catching her chin between his fingers, “Remember what I told ya, it's okay to be a little selfish, you're a special case.”

 

Relaxing under his hold on her, “Thank you, Kyo.” Tohru's voice drowning to a whisper,

 

“No problem,” laying his back against the roof tiles, arms folded comfortably behind his head. Watching as the moon's platinum glow wavered on her lovely skin. Cramming another salmon rice ball into his mouth,

 

He truly wondered how someone so simply beautiful can become to intense with just the assistance of moonlight. Big oval ocean eyes, petite frame. With just the personality he always desire but never knew existed, it didn't seem possible, a teenaged girl that was very pretty, sweet as sugar, smart, great cook, and best of all didn't chase after him with presents and words of affection.

 

Sometimes there are fiery sparks that ignite within himself when he watches Tohru, feeling inside that are not as gentle as the others, sudden urges that make him want to claim her as his property. In a sense it was the alpha feline in his spirit that would pride on has her as solely his.

 

Why can't she see this, the ways she pains both Yuki and I. We both desire only one simple thing, that being for her to really look at us and see the extent of love for her. Why is she so blind to acknowledge that!?

 

That impulse to have her all those ways slowly drug their nails in the blankness of his mind. Shrieking to be heard, waiting for fulfillment. Kyo wanted more than to just be within close proximity with her, he wanted to touch her skin, stroke her hidden places, fill the place he knew was molded just for himself.

 

“Tohru,” Feeling engulf in flames he moaned superiorly, courage and boiling testosterone coursing through his veins, no longer caring how these suggestive movements he kneeled beside her, a palm lingering on her should making her eyes shift up.

 

“Kyo what are you doin-?” A starving mouth clamped hard onto hers, plowing his tongue through her dainty lips, the strength of this making her slightly dizzy. Kyo's body pressed hers down beneath his, not close enough to have the flesh make contact,

 

“You're mine Tohru,” He mumbled into her swollen mouth. Her yes widening to the point of sting, making her flinch. Bulging open again as she felt her slender thighs being part so his torso laid against her delicate center. Slowly rotating his groin against her warming one, in return was gifted by a soft moan from her smothered mouth.

 

“Kyo we-,” She tried to protest but once again his lips proved to gobble them all up. His cool hands sliding their way up her skirt, her gasp was finally heard since his roaming mouth moved to suction on the soft flesh of her nape. “Can't, this isn't right Kyo...” Tohru felt horrible, remembering her mother words on premarital sex.

Tohru, I want you to be different than me sweetie. I thought I was pretty, thats all good and great except I never valued that or my purity, thinking that it was good enough to throw away to the first guy that would take it. Please, I want your husband to have that precious gift that only a virgin wife can give him.

 

A/N: I hope you enjoy little hentais, j/k, I tried hard to make it detailed and entertaining, I really like nice long reviews so please tell me what scene you like personally and what made it stand out from other fruits basket fics you've read. Love, Alee