Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Ways of Love ❯ Chapter 3, The Ways of Love ( Chapter 3 )

To push Tohru back onto the welcoming futon was the thing he wanted most. To take the tears from her eyes, and make them tears of happiness. That's what he wished for her, as they held one another tightly. Kyou looked out to the garden, putting the sunlight in his eyes, which played across the landscape.

1. But as Kyou observed the breathtaking scene of the fog strewn mountains, his view was interrupted by an unmistakable profile. Yuki stood, arms folded, cocking his head slightly toward the lovers' embrace. Kyou's look of confusion was met with a menacing scowl.

<That look.....> Kyou thought, <I've seen it before, but never on Yuki. The person I've seen wear that look as far as I can remember, is Akito.>

The resemblance was alarming in that instant. Kyou furrowed his eyebrows in deep hatred, feeling the hairs on his back rise, anticipating any sign of advancement. Tohru had fallen asleep, still clutching to Kyou. They were vulnerable upon that ground, with not even the small shelter of clothing to protect them.

Yuki held that skeptical, spiteful position, and smirked. He shifted his weight, shook his heavy head, and continued walking past the opening. The smirk faded as he stomped off. The anger welled up to a boil as he felt himself overflow. In fury he flung his clamped fist, ghostly white, through a beam which had been holding the roof of his path. Broken bits of wood flew in multiple directions, and he felt splinters penetrate the skin. Looking at his hand, he found it to be crimson red, torn.

<It doesn't give me pain, this physical wound....But, the mental scars that have been forced upon me.....who will heal them now!?>

He leaned against the broken beam, clutching his wounded hand.

<How could I have thought she was the one? So kind........if only I had split my facade and shown her my love.>

He held his head with his unstained hand.

<No........wait, it's not my fault.>

Yuki's eyes turned back to the place where he had seen the unworthy court her...and he blamed the neko, he blamed the curse, he blamed the god.

He decided then and there, he would have her.

<The neko will pay for his foolishness. He can't possibly make her happy. But I can.>

And so he plotted, not realizing he was turning into something he hated, Akito. Kyou had seen this in his glare, and he began to fret for Tohru, as well as himself. He raised her arms from his back, and laid her out across the futon. Absently, he took her hand in his, and began to think, which was painful.

What had been his plan before this? It was done without thought of consequence, of what effects it could take. Bringing her hand to his mouth, he kissed her, and nuzzled her, looking at Tohru's face. It was traced with the drying moisture of her tears, lips parted slightly.

<Why is love so lifting, yet when public, so suffocating? Constricting?> He thought.

His eyes closed as he let out a deep sigh, which seemed to rise from the very core of his body.

<Should we run away? I've always wanted to just leave; disappear without warning of departure. Just go off, into the abyss. But, I don't live in a manga, reality is much harsher, crude even. It doesn't allow those pleasures.>

He then thought of how Tohru would react. Shaking his head, he imagined how difficult it would be for her to leave her friends.

<Not just the yankee and the psychic, but the whole frickin' Souma family. She's been like a ray of light for us. We've all been living in a blind, colorless world, but she lit it........for me, at least.>

He lay his head next to her torso, underneath her outstretched arm. Kissing the warm flesh of his love, he pulled the simple blanket over their entwined bodies, and slept off the morning of foreshadows.

"Let's enjoy this while we can," he whispered into her.

(To be continued........)

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