Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Greatest Gift ❯ It Starts With a Kiss ( Chapter 2 )

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A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I really appreciate them! If you do not want to have me reply you let me know, and if I am not able to reply everyone, and you would like one, please let me know. I am also sorry if I do not spell everyone's name correctly. I know, I should have said something about this is earlier, but I didn't even think I was going to be doing this. I wish I could make it so that everyone would love it, and I will do my best. This chapter may not be as good as the first, but I am hoping it won't. I want to improve, but I think compared to my other fic this is pretty good. For some reason I seem to always be a better author at the beginning. I will try to fix this problem. I forgot to mention that the disclaimer will only be on the first chapter just to let you know. It will be my first lemon! Let's pray that I do well. Note that I have trouble with updating. I get writer's block very easily, and I get unenthusiastic. Oh, I almost forgot! HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY YA'LL! I had a great time on Wednesday. I saw the Bare Naked Ladies and Switchfoot, Thousand-Foot Crutch and the Thrills, and there was some more. Pinches to all the ladies and kisses to all the hot guys out there. I live in Arizona, and it is hot here if you know what I mean. I think the reason why I don't have many people reading this is because my summary needs some toning up. Can someone please write a good summary for this story or help me? The last time I checked on mediaminer.org there were only seven visits and one review! Come on people!

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The night air was tense though it had no wind, with the hard-hitting, solid aroma of rain so strong that Toru felt like she was being hugged by it. The dark clouds, heavy with the plentiful supply of water her country had, had been growing and huddling close together since the morning, blocking the view of the smiling sun and shoving the warmth of the world behind them, sending a pulsing energy throughout the sky. Toru shivered and rubbed her arms as a drowsy, passing breeze swished into a rushing wind like it was running away from something very terrifying. In the jumble of clouds lightning commenced to crackle and thunder was being brewed.

The storm had been preparing for that night, and Toru had a feeling it was not going to be very pretty. Japan didn't have very many actual hysterical storms like the Middle East, so people were not very accustomed and set up for those kinds of events. However, it was common to have downpours that left the land completely drenched and soggy. Usually, the weather was warm in the summer, freezing in the winter, with gentle breezes that came out from the coasts.

One light-hearted bead of rain cascaded down her neck to wither in the valley between her breasts. This affected her so that a cold tingle shook her body. It reminded her of how much that drop of rain must have hurt Kyo.

`I wonder where he is. He just slipped away from the party. I hope he didn't leave!' With a finger under her little chin she inspected the fields and forest around her and Yuki's house. There was nothing orange around at all. Then it hit her. She snapped her fingers at her mindlessness at thinking Kyo was anywhere on the ground.

She really had not seen him in so long-any of them-but she still could not believe how much she had forgotten about living with all the Soumas. Memories flooded back to her, and it was like she was sixteen again when she had never been happier with all the little adventures and quirks that came with a cursed family. Hell, if they weren't cursed it probably would not be much of a difference as far as things went.

`I better go get him. If I know Kyo-kun he'll sit out here all night. I wouldn't want him to get sick.'

Toru was alone outside because she had been out to get a bit of fresh air while the last few guests of the annual get-together left to go home. It had been Toru's idea for the party since it had been nearly three years since the wedding where everyone had come. It was going to be a small, quiet ceremony, but that had definitely not been the case. There had been so many people invited with so many supplies that arrangements had to be made. Instead of having the wedding at Shigoure's house it had been in the finest church on the west side. It had been the happiest time of her life. She just wished her mother had been there personally. Besides that, everything had gone according to the new plans with Yuki saying that he wanted to give her only the best. She did not wish to trouble anyone, but there was no point in trying to change Yuki's mind. Once he was set on something you could never talk him out of it no matter what. If he wanted a grand wedding then he would get it. He had done so much for her, and really, a fancy wedding was not so bad. It was every girl's dream in fact, and she was sure the guests wouldn't mind the luxury. Tour was just afraid that things would get too overwhelming, and it was at certain times, but when she was up in the center of attention at the gorgeous alter with her husband-to-be all things bad in the world were pushed back for a much later time, and all of her focus was only on Yuki as his was on her. The vows had stunned her, and at that moment, she knew how much he really loved her, and she swore she would be the best wife he could ever dream of. It was only her intention to please him.

After the wedding, they had drove off in a limousine to one of Japan's most wonderful suites on the beach. She could remember how lovely the whole thing had been when she arrived and stepped out to be greeted with the smell of the sea. As a child she had never been seen the ocean in person, and to see it, gray-blue, foaming, and rolling and jumping in relaxing waves on and off of the incredibly soft white sand was remarkable. In the suite, after Yuki had carried her over the threshold she did not know what to do at first-did not know what newlyweds were supposed to do on the night they were married. Her mind had been much too innocent to know about initiating sex. Sure, there had been the sex Ed videos and courses at school, but besides that it was all she knew of. Of course, being a senior in high school there was always talk of sex, but she had never wanted to overhear those people since the bits she did hear were to her, quite vulgar, and she had never, ever talked about it with Uo and Hana-chan. It had been awkward at first in the silence of the room, like they were waiting for something and did not know what. Luckily, with a man as confident and knowing as Yuki, things had slowly started to go smoothly, and eventually they did it. It was by no means the greatest thing, but it was all right, and at the very end she did manage to climax. She could not blame either of them since, and she was surprised on Yuki's part, that they were both virgins. Nevertheless, it has been a special moment shared together.

And now, here they were living in a fine mansion with all they could ever want except for children. With Yuki's busy schedule they hardly ever had sex, which was not that much of a problem for her, and she had a feeling he just was not ready to give that commitment. He was very loyal and loved children as much as she did, mind, but in a way he seemed scared when it came to the subject of parenthood, which was exceptionally surprising for Yuki to be fearful. Toru on the other hand, could not wait for the chance to get pregnant. The thought of holding a cute little baby and teaching it and caring for it all the way made her heart feel like fuzzy, but also it gave her a an ache there that she may not have children for a very long time. She had always been very motherly, but now her maternal instincts were really kicking in. She had had a very strong bond with her mother, and she hoped to share a bond like that with her children. She waited, though, because she loved Yuki and he loved her. She could not ask for more in a husband. Besides, they had only been married for three and a half years. There was so much more to come.

Walking around the perimeter of the house with her head craned up at the roof, she finally came to the fire escape near her bedroom window. Toru climbed up the vine-covered steps until she could reach a hold of the rim of the roof and prop herself up. She grunted with the effort her small arms had to take to lift her 110-pound body until she was able to bring her knees under her body and slowly rise to walk atop the sturdy tiles of the somewhat slanted roof.

This was the first time she had been up there. It looked a lot smaller than when she was looking at it from the ground. A small portion of the roof in the middle was turquoise, bulletproof glass panes that gave a beautiful view of the sky in the dining room. When she gazed down into her house it was empty with the exception of Fat Luis, the Persian cat that Yuki had reluctantly (reluctantly being the understatement of the year) allowed her to keep.

At the moment, he was lounging lazily on the table with his fluffy tail leisurely swaying side to side as he licked his black paws. He must have been eating from the plates again when the table had been abandoned. Yuki was not going to like that. Luis, being the arisotcat (A/N: I used to love that movie when I was little.) that he was seemed to always be getting his way-even though people tried to prevent that-the seemingly dumb cat always figured a way out. Toru could never bring herself to punish him. He would pose in that cute little way with gigantic, round, metallic blue eyes and beg to be petted. He was a stuck-up little thing that was quick to judge and quicker to scratch, but she knew he loved her. He'd sit on her shoulder all day and demand that she play with him after he ate, and when she left the house to go shopping he would always cry at the front door with that pitiful howl that neighbors passing by would think it was a young child. On one occasion they had called the police. Yuki had fortunately explained it was Luis crying for his mommy, and that the cat was extremely attached to its master, and that they should pay no heed to him.

It was funny how she found him. When she woke up one morning there he was in between her and Yuki fast asleep. Hell arose when she had screamed and woken up Yuki. For a moment she had thought he was going to kill him, or, maybe Luis would kill him, but eventually she had gotten the both of them to calm down. The gray cat wore no color, and Toru put up posters, and nobody claimed him. He did not by any means seem to want to leave by the way he would sit by the table waiting for his tuna and milk and jump on the bed at night and insist that he be played with after lunch and be brushed before they went to bed or else face his violent temper tantrums. Yuki hated the idea of having a cat in the house, so Toru begged him and begged him for nearly a week until he finally agreed that they could keep him as long as he did not get in anybody's way or bring in dead mice or more cats. From then on, he was Fat King Luis I, as it said on his purple collar with Souma-Corp. sketched in actual diamonds. Purple and white were the official colors of Souma-Corp.

Toru bent on her knees to crawl to the edge to the glass and tap on it gently so as not to make too much noise.

"Luis!"

The fluffy animal stared up at her then disregarded her by continuing to clean himself. He could be a pain with that attitude.

"Luis you know better than that. Get off the table before Yuki-kun comes!"

Still, he paid no mind to her by standing up, turning around and with his tail lifted parallel to his back at her, walked away snobbishly and stiffly with elegant steps to the other end of the table to gracefully sit back down and continue his cleansing at a snail's pace.

`I swear he mooned me on purpose.'

Toru shook her head while acknowledging that she was forced to give up, and continued around the glass to carry on with her search for her friend. There he was! He was sitting with his chin in his hands, elbows on his upright knees, with a bored expression. The only way she knew he acknowledged her presence was by a quick eye glance in her direction. He had always been like that-silent, apparently cold and slipshod. It was sometimes hard to interpret him.

She smiled her welcoming smile and shouted out to him. "Hey, what are you doing up here? It's going to rain, you know? I know how much you hate the rain."

"I'll be fine. I can withstand it as long as I don't do it too much."

"Oh. Okay," Toru answered, this time with a not-as cheerful ring in her feathery voice. "Well, then I guess you won't mind if I sit with you, then?"

"Go ahead," he said flinging his hand. "I don't know why you might want to, though."

People who did not know Kyo would have merely walked away thinking that he did not want them in his occurrence. If they were any other person that would in all likelihood be true. It was not like that with Toru, on the other hand. What person would not want her to be there for them? Kyo was no exception, even with . . . certain things. Like how she had in a way broken her promise to him and married Yuki and kept secrets from him. He still loved her-would always love her even if he did not want to. He could not help what his heart felt so strongly for.

She flashed him one of her grateful smiles, and strode merrily to sit right up against him. She clung to his arm so as not to let the chill get to her, and to not slip off the roof at a skewed angle that it was in, like she almost had one time. Thankfully, Kyo had been there to swiftly grasp her hand and save her from a nasty fall. Not only that, but she enjoyed being close to people and showing affection, just like her mother had. When they had first begun their friendship there had been no possible way for her to become that comfortable with him. The slightest touch would put his guard up.

"So," she began in an attempt to start up a decent conversation. She really had not had the chance to talk to him during the party. He had been so distant, even when Yuki had been trying to provoke him into one of his fits, but Kyo had only clenched his fists, and with a tight jaw, excused himself to go outside. He probably had not wanted to make a scene in front of some of Yuki's high-class "friends".

"Um, how have you been doing lately? It's been forever since we've been in touch."

Kyo shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Mph. Nothing really. `Got an apartment up in Aomori."

"That far away!" Toru and Yuki still lived in Akita. "It must have given you some trouble on the way over. I'm so sorry we had to make you come all the way here!"

Kyo rolled his eyes and wore a tired smirk. "Don't worry about it. You worry too much."

He smiled then at her, and she blushed. "Well, I guess that's just the way I am. Sorry."

"Don't apologize for something like that."

"Oh, sor-I mean, okay."

"Hey, you'll get old quick if keep that up, ya know?"

"Oh! No, no, no. There's lots of people in my family who work and worry hard, and they never got old. Er, they got old, but not like that. But," she clamed down, suddenly a bit reticent. "You were saying?"

"That's it."

Toru blinked twice, big eyes fixated on him. That's it? There had to be more than that with three years gone by. What did he do, just sit there in his apartment and have a roommate pay, or what?

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"So that's it."

"Yup."

Silence. Eyes shifted uncomfortably after their prompt tête-à-tête, and then Toru, being one who never really liked silence or awkward moments-basically like everyone did-spoke up to encourage him to say more. She knew his buttons and how to get him to come out. In her opinion it just was not healthy for someone to have his or her emotions locked in. When she had something on her mind talking to someone always made her feel better. Even Luis was a good volunteer.

"But that can't be right. I haven't talked to you in three years. Something must of happened. How's college? Do you pay? Any new friends? Uh, anybody special in your life?" In some small way her heart dropped when she asked that question. No, she could not feel jealous. She was married for heaven's sake.

`I should be happy that Kyo-kun has found someone that can make him happy. Hasn't that always been what I wanted for him when I realized I was in love with Yuki?'

He sighed in defeat. "I didn't really choose a job for college-just started taking a bunch of random classes, and decided I needed a job. I didn't think Shigoure wanted me in his house forever, so I went out looked around for basically anything that paid and was something could remotely tolerate. I couldn't clean-no offense-I can't stand doing house work."

"That's fine."

"Soooo, I took the classic, lovely job working at McDonalds."

"You worked at McDonalds? For how long?" Toru said a bit awe-struck. The picture of Kyo in one of those cheap uniforms and taking people's order was just . . . well, a little strange and . . . plain sad really.

"Oh yeah. Comical isn't it? Personally, it was pretty pathetic."

"Why would it be? Lots of people like fast food. And at least you had something to pay the bills with, right?"

He shrugged his shoulders paying no heed. "It wasn't for long, though. Geez. You wouldn't think that people could be so bitchy like they are on TV in these sort o' things. And hey, you know me." His voice began to take on an edge to it. "I'm not going to put up with their dumb shit, so of course I decided to argue with them. See who can put them in their place. And, gosh, I got fired for it. But, can you blame `em?"

"How did you get the money to get the apartment?"

"Shigoure gave me the money to start me off. After that, I went on to something else. I kept searching for something, and then I met this nice weirdo at a noodle stand. I didn't know it then, but that was my lucky day. You wouldn't believe this, and this isn't something I think you'd really approve of, but . . ." He stopped to let out a small laugh, and she wondered intently what it was. "He owned a smut shop, and well, he was looking for some employees to work at the desk that didn't mind that stuff or the costumers, and could deal with issues well. I mean, crap, I was like, a smut shop? That would be like every other guy's dream job. And, shamefully, I took it." He chuckled when he saw her almost horrified expression. "But hey, it paid real well and no one cared if I was an ass or not since that was essentially everyone. Shigoure would be proud."

They both laughed at the truth. The fact that he was working at a place like that was to say in the least odd and questionable, but she was happy that he at least was getting a long well. There had been a few times where she had thought that maybe he was homeless or something similar to that, like taking drugs. It was a wonder how he always got out of things. That was definitely a cat. She wondered, though, if it were possible for him to have lived on his own in the mountains. He had done it before. Why adapt to the city? She left that question out. He probably liked the city. Perhaps he wanted to really start living a normal life. Well, as normal as you could get in the porn industry.

"I guess we both got through it all, huh?"

"Heh. Yeah, I guess we did." His smile faded and his eyebrows knit, clearly showing there was something else on his mind that he purposely left out.

So quickly a good mood had turned bad, and she didn't know why or how. Worry clouded her features as she watched him, almost as if she was guarding him from all that was bad, the bad that had followed him throughout his life and still haunted him. All she wanted was for him to be happy, for everyone she loved to be happy, and now one of her dearest friends was in what appeared to be inner turmoil. In the night air, it was silent again. Crickets did not chirp and leaves only rustled because of the wind. It was so dark out now, completely fitting her disposition.

`Oh, Mom, why does everything have to be so hard to figure out? I want to fix everything, and yet somehow it all goes down the drain. Kyo has worked so hard to get a life. If you could only imagine what he went through, and as just a little boy. It's nothing what I encountered. You loved me, and Daddy was such a good man. Kyo-kun never had what I did. I thought I had it hard.'

For an instant in time, the wind stopped, everything did, and she thought something that she had never once thought because she never wished to be selfish or distracted. She needed to do it all for her mother, so she could make her proud, yet, after all she had done, it all came down to something.

`I wish you were here, Mother.'

Her head drooped, and she fiercely fought the crushing urge to cry out all the tears in the world by swallowing hard and biting her bottom lip. She felt like the world was stomping down on her, all the hurt taken out on her, and she was finally tired of worrying, sick of caring so much for every little thing, and yet still not being able to push that instinctive shove to help out of the way for simply a minute. In that way, she hated herself. Maybe what they said was a lie. That if you give you will receive so much more. She surely did not feel that way. All the good that she had felt in the past, Yuki, Kyo, her mother, everything, drained away. It was just another thing being taken away from her. Toru did not understand why she felt that way right there, sitting next to someone who had gone through so much, but she chose to care about, after a splendid reunion with all the people she loved. It was just so impulsive the way the cold came and slapped her in the face and painfully squeezed her heart. What did she do to deserve this?

The depressed young woman turned her head to look at the man next to her, who seemed to be in a very similar mood. `What did he do to deserver this?'

The thunder, which normally would have spooked her, was deaf to her ears. Instantly it was as if buckets of water were poured down onto them. There were not many drops, but numerous teensy waterfalls. It was hard to breathe, but if you adjusted yourself so that the water did not splash into the nostrils, it was fine. To the two on the rooftop there was no rain nor ground neither sky or life. It was just they. It continued to endlessly pour. By then no one was around. The guests had left and Yuki had reported the other day that he would make the party but that he would have to leave soon after to attend to a pressing out-of-town business meeting. He would be back the next day a little after lunch.

Toru had been looking beyond the border of the house at something in the distance until she had an uncanny feeling that she was being watched. Curious, she swung her head in his direction. His eyes caught hers, and they stayed like that both seeming somewhat perplexed as to what was happening and not being able to move at all. Blue-teal clashed with deep red, emotions building to un-climbable peaks. They were so close.

She studied him scrupulously. His eyes that she had always thought were a rare red were in fact a rich brown, and in his hair that was flattened against his head from the precipitation were dark red strands scattered here and there. It had grown thicker and wilder length. He had changed a little from when she had last seen him. He still looked much like an athletic teenager did, gangly and with smooth, sleek muscles that rippled across his body. Being so near him she could feel the tremendous energy laying restless in him, and it scared her to think of what he was capable of. She had seen the harsh fights between Yuki and him, and what he could do to objects when he was angry. Then again, it gave her a sense of protection. He had always been cute. All the girls back in high school would faint when he walked by, claiming him the second cutest boy to Yuki, and to some he was cuter. Now, cute did not seem to fit him. Handsome was more like it. He was not a boy anymore. Yes, he was young. He was a year older, so he was twenty-five, but still had the right to be called a man. He had gained weight-not from getting chubby but by produced muscle and bone structure. His shoulders were wider, he had grown a few inches from 5'8 to 5'10, and his arms and chest had filled up a little. He was no Arnie, not at all, but he did come quite along. In a way, it made him extremely-dare she say-sexy. The face features were harder, more defined and angular with the faintest hint that he was beginning to have to shave, yet still managing to give him that ever-present boyish appearance. She wondered briefly if it was possible that he could beat Yuki now. Yuki had always been sleek and thin, but the strength that could beat a pro wrestler to the ground that his body successfully hid was astounding. Perhaps it was the shear force of his noble nature.

(A/N: This is just the kissing scene, but it'll have things that go past PG.)

Toru did not know how long the silence and stillness had carried on, but it was Kyo, being the gutsier one, who broke the spell. His hand smoothed the strands that had gotten loose from her French braid behind her ear. The feather-light brush of his hand on such a sensitive area caused her to shiver visibly. His hand felt much bigger than it looked when it came to up her cheek. His thumb stroke the soft skin under her eyes until he decided to tentatively reach out and stroke her full, pink lips. Her hands, against her will, grasped his, and slowly pushed it closer for her to lovingly kiss his pulse and palm. There was no shyness or boldness in the act, it she was just doing it for no particular reason. Everything else was forgotten, and before she knew it his hand grasped her hip while the other held the back of her head to tilt it to an accessible position. Her conscience left her body along with any reason.

He dipped his head to finally reach her lips with his. He at first pressed lightly against hers, cushioning his lips against hers while smoothly licking, persuading her to open her mouth for him. It was a simple kiss. It was the kind the boy next door gave you on your sweet sixteen. It was sweet in taste and in passion.

That was short-lived, nevertheless, when Toru could not help but inquisitively wonder how he tasted like, so she slowly parted her lips. He pulled away about a centimeter to allow them to breathe, but quickly plunged his warm, wet tongue through the sliver of an opening in her mouth before she decided to close it. This forced her to open her mouth wide like he did. She was taken aback for a second at how dominating he was being, her gentle and sweet nature wanting her to pull away, but when he seemed to realize this, his tongue movements became tender. She had the funniest feeling when he probed her tongue with his, and also when he ran it across her gums and tickled the roof of her mouth. His stroked hers, and she wondered how he could get his tongue to do those sorts of twisting and stretching things so that every little trick he did was precise to sensitize her senses. She noticed as he worked on her mouth that he had pressed his body firmly against her despite their position, and in a way he was almost straddling her. His neck was craned to the side and his lips were tightly pushed on hers so they could suckle and caress. He was practically drinking form her and sampling every inch of her upper depths. Toru realized he was doing this to get easy access into her mouth.

He was breathing hard against her mouth with his chest heaving adjacent to her breasts. She noticed how a moment ago she was cold, and now, her body was smoldering-or maybe it was just his. Either way she was about to heat up. All that time she had not moved, and half the time her eyes had been open from the shock of it.

The hand that had held her waist gradually began to move. It wondered its way downward to sensually touch her exposed thigh from under one of the mini skirts she owned. Carefully, so as not to agitate her, he reached the inside of her smooth leg, making sure never to once touch her white panties. The inside of her leg was much more sensitive, and when he leisurely petted it she trembled underneath his breathtaking hand. She found herself sitting on her hands so they would not take his own and introduce it to her much more private areas. An unfamiliar ache throbbed in that area, begging to be touched. Each time his hand made its way to her panty line her heart rate jumped in anticipation and her womanhood stung with wanting. And when it traveled to stroke the rest of her now outstretched leg she could not help the desire to moan in desperation. It was like a kid who had a lollipop right in front of him and was never allowed to touch it.

She could not hold back her timid ness any longer. She was never going to find satisfaction if she didn't. With an aggression that astonished the both of them she tossed her arms around his neck and jumped in his lap to sit astride him so that his arms came up to support her back. Kyo had obviously never expected that from the way his eyebrows raised and his eyes stared at her speculate manner. He did not seem to mind either. Something was poking her hard in one of her butt cheeks so she sat up high on her knees all of a sudden to make sure she did not hurt him. She had forgotten about how men could do that, and it made her feel a sense of . . . accomplishment that she was the one to arouse him, and from the feel of him, she had done so very greatly.

She bit her bottom lip, and hesitantly leaned in close to his waiting face. She kissed him back this time. The kiss was placid and tender at first. It was deep and the passion grew with each in-sync movement. Each one was equally aroused now, and the craving in their bodies grew despite all the consequences they knew they would have to face after this ended. Toru wished it would never end.

Her hands followed his example by roaming them across his body. They first rubbed his back, then touched his shoulders and arms, and finally coming to feel his muscled chest and stomach. She dared not go any farther down. Kyo conversely was all over her lower body. At first he had been cupping the sides of her breasts and back, but could not resist the temptation to grab her thighs and settle upon her ass under her skirt.

They continued to kiss for who knew how long. Each passing second the kiss became more frantic and desperate. Their hands were now groping and massaging. Desire built within both their bodies so that Toru could feel the dew forming in her underwear, her body instinctively preparing itself for him. She released a moan that vibrated through their mouths. She never knew a kiss could taste so sweet, and it was heightened by the fresh taste of rain pouring down their unrelenting bodies mixed with his musky taste. Her chest heaved from her pants that she let out through her nose, and her tongue danced with his while she explored the recesses of his mouth. She cupped his face with her hands, pressing harder like she was reaching for something that she could never get to. Like Kyo himself, the kiss was searching and passionate, almost angry in its vigor. Toru gave it the sweetness and tenderness that it needed to give them the richest pleasure possible. She felt like she was falling, and she felt week but at the same time she had never experienced this energy that erupted from her.

In that kiss, all that she had been worried about, all the terribleness that plagued her tired mind were forgotten. For a moment in time, the instinctive need to help was temporarily shoved away, and for once, something big was given back to her. Now, Yuki, the rest of the Soumas, the poison in the world, the happy memories, the work, it still mattered, but right then all of her heart was given to Kyo, and consequences were not important anymore. She would deal with them later. Didn't she deserve to be happy anyways? She was happy with Yuki, yes she loved him, and she had no idea what overtook her for her to be doing what she was currently doing, but in some strange way it all seemed too right-as if it were fate. Then why was it happening like this? She thought shortly that maybe it would be a lesson for them all.

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A/N: Oh my dear lord that was so corny! I'm sad now *wipes away a tear*. Oh well, it's romance, what can I saw! I myself complain about people being too corny, and here I am, the corniest of them all. It's shameful really. Well, since I don't know too much about Furuba, can someone tell me if they were in a good enough character? Also, I don't think I should end the story here, but do you? And do you think I should do the actual lemon or skip that part? How did I do with the make out scene? Hmm, I've got lots more planned. And remember to be honest. In fact I would welcome a diss, just as long as I know what sux. Oh! I just realized I said there would be a lemon. Woops. Sorry all you hentais out there. There will be one for sure if I get reviews saying that I should keep the lemon. I need at least two reviews saying they want the lemon, or there are people who don't like lemons, then majority rules. But if that is the case, e-mail (mack_muffy@hotmail.com) me or send a review and I'll send it to you. If you don't have e-mail access than we'll have a chat in the reviews, and I'll keep putting up my replies. I will not say the name of the people who want the lemons, though. REVIEW! I need at least three reviews from different people each time. What do you think I should do? Do I repeat words or phrases too much? Are there things that you think I should put? Do you think I'm missing stuff? Too corny, too obvious, not creative enough? Do I babble too much? These are just a few things to think about. Could people tell me specifically what they like about the story?