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Disclaimer � I do not own or profit
from Fruits Basket. If I did, Kyo and
Yuki would be really living up the
whole love-hate relationship thing...

Rated R for stuff that happens later
on. Trust me.

And just so you know, there will be slash (yaoi) here, as well as
just general dark themes. You�ve been
warned.

More song lyrics as a chapter title,
but still no lyrics in the fic... I don�t
own or profit from �Kickout�; it belongs to The Exies,
so I imagine they do. Profit
from it, I mean.

To Xiamandelaine at
fanfiction.net, yes, this is a slash story for Yuki and Kyo, though it may not
become overly obvious for a time...
Thank you, thank you to all
the people who reviewed or even just took the time to read the first
chapter. I wish I could thank each and
every one of you personally.

Anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.

***

Kickout

Part Two
� I�ll Shut Down...

by Ghost Helwig

***

Two
weeks. It had been two weeks since Yuki got
locked up, and though Kyo wanted (deep down where he could only barely admit it
to himself) to visit him, he didn�t. He couldn�t. What would even be the point?

Tohru visited
him, every day before work. Now that
high school was over, she�d fully intended to get a fulltime job, but with what
had happened at their graduation party all her plans had gotten side
railed. She wasn�t focused on a job
anymore, on keeping her promise to her mother (she�d done that, really, simply
by graduating); instead, she was focused on Yuki.

Yeah, that
grated. A lot.

But Kyo didn�t
blame her, because he couldn�t, not really.
She cared about that damn rat,
and seeing Yuki locked up (where I was supposed to be) upset her
deeply.

Which
was why it didn�t surprise him at all when she came home that night in tears.
Why wouldn�t she? She was always
crying lately, over that stupid rat-boy...

�Kyo.�
Tohru was looking up at him with those big blue eyes of hers. He froze.
For a second, it looked like she might throw her arms around him and sob
against his chest, but by now she knew better � she settled on grabbing his
hand and giving it a squeeze.

�What�s
wrong?� Now, why did he ask that? He knew
what the problem was. That damn rat-

�Y-yuki, he...� She
wiped her eyes with her arm, like a child; his chest ached. �He told me not to come see him anymore.�

Huh?

�D-did I do
something w-wrong? I j-just wanted to
c-comfort him-�

�It�s not your
fault. Yuki told all of us to stop.�

Kyo�s head
shot up, his eyes meeting with Shigure�s over Tohru�s shoulder. Shigure looked... older, somehow, than he had
before...

Tohru had
turned to look at Shigure now, and out of the corner of his eye Kyo could see
the concern and slight relief written all over her face. �R-really?� Shigure smiled at her, briefly; it struck Kyo
as one of the more transparent expressions he�d ever seen on his cousin�s face.

�Yes. I just received a very upset call from Aya. Apparently he,
Momiji, and Haru were all told to back off today.�

�And you?� Kyo
asked. He wasn�t sure why, but he needed
to know the answer.

Shigure had
turned away, but now he glanced back at him, his eyes unreadable.

�Before Yuki
was locked up, he told Hatori and I never to come at
all.�

While Kyo was
digesting that information, Shigure walked away. And it wasn�t until Kyo lay in bed that night
that it occurred to Kyo-

Yuki had never
told him not to come.

He�d told the
people he�d never trusted not to, and now he�d even told his friends (and his
brother, whom he�d learned to tolerate, if nothing else), but never him.
He�d never said anything about it to Kyo at all.

Kyo was out of
bed before he could stop and think. It
was late at night, close to midnight according to his clock, but that
didn�t matter. He could catch up on sleep
some other time (he hadn�t been sleeping, anyway). Right now he had a goal.

It was time to
pay that damn rat a visit.

***

Sneaking into
the compound wasn�t particularly hard; finding Yuki, Kyo thought, would be the
real trick. Who knew where Akito would
keep him? He�d never bothered to ask the
others about that.

He never asked
them much about Yuki at all. Why would
he?

He decided to
check the first place he could think of � the small room where his Master had
told him his grandfather had been held.
After all, if Yuki was playing the part of the cat, he should be in the
cat�s cell...

Funny how that
thought made Kyo feel a little sick. He
pushed it aside.

Somehow his blurry
memory of the way to get to the location he needed had led him true � only too
soon he was peering into the inky darkness of a room that even at night he
could plainly see appeared empty...

�Come to
gloat, stupid cat?�

Kyo nearly
jumped out of his skin, jerking backwards.
He stared in shock at the barred window; he couldn�t see Yuki in that place, but he knew he�d
heard him...

�Damn rat,� he
muttered. �Come out where I can see
you.�

It was only when
Yuki�s eyes glared out at him through the bars that he realized his poor choice
of words. Before he could even decide if
he wanted to try to expend the energy necessary to find words that would form
an appropriate apology without him actually having to say the words �I�m sorry�, Yuki spoke. His
words came out the closest to a sneer that Kyo had ever heard from the �ice
prince�.

�Are you
trying to be funny?�

No.
I�m trying to understand how this happened � what I should say � what I
should do � because I hate you, you damn rat � I hate you � I hate you but I never
wanted this �

�Do you
actually have a bed in there?�

Where the hell
had that question come from?

Yuki stared at
him; even in the gloom his eyes were fierce, dark and cold. The purple was lost to the shadows, just as
the moonlight washed his silver hair to white; but somehow seeing him in the
stark black and white that he was awash in made that weird little poignant ache in Kyo�s chest all the worse.

He was not a bad person, by any means; so he knew he
couldn�t help but feel for someone in Yuki�s position right now. But he resented it all the same.

�No,� Yuki
said, and Kyo�s mind had moved so far from the conversation in those few
seconds he�d spent musing that it took him a minute to remember � that�s right. We were talking about beds. Because sometimes, I am a stupid cat.

And that
thought pissed him off, pissed him off so much that it took another minute for
him to register what Yuki�d said, and put it together with his question in
order to get-

�Wait. You don�t get a bed?!�

In the
dimness, he could sense more than see Yuki shrug.

�It�s not so
bad.�

Then, in a
quiet whisper Kyo was certain he wasn�t supposed to hear:

�I�m used to
the cold.�

That wasn�t
supposed to make him ache,
dammit. It wasn�t.

He met Yuki�s
eyes again, squarely, and was startled by the abrupt realization that if they
fought now, he couldn�t hit Yuki, couldn�t reach between the bars in order to
reach those eyes and quiet their smug superiority for good-

�Why�re you
here, Kyo?�

He blinked,
thought of a million different ways to answer Yuki�s simple question, blinked
again, shifted nervously from foot to foot, blinked another dozen times-

And still had
absolutely no idea what to say.

So instead of
answering, he asked a question.

�Why did you
tell Tohru to stay away? You really
upset her, you damn rat.�

Kyo thought
Yuki�s eyes left his for a second to glance down � he couldn�t be sure,
though. And now those dark eyes were
studying him thoughtfully...

�Would you
want Miss Honda to see you this way, stupid cat?�

Kyo
frowned. No, he wouldn�t have � but he
also knew he would�ve wanted to see her
more than protecting his stupid pride-

But not more than protecting her...?

Was that why Yuki
had sent her away? To protect her?

...Though he
hated to admit it, Kyo knew that was probably it-

And that in
Yuki�s place (where I belong, where I was
meant to be), he never could�ve done it.

�And the
others?� he asked, knowing the answer was the same but needing to say something to get this sick weight off
his heart, to take the taste of bile from his throat...

Yuki sighed,
leaned his head down on the little ledge just inside the bars. Kyo immediately thought of about ten
different ways he could tease Yuki about the little red line that would
undoubtedly end up on his forehead tomorrow if he stayed there too long � then
he realized that he wouldn�t see Yuki tomorrow, or the day after that, or the
day after that...

And suddenly
teasing him didn�t seem all that important.

Moonlight was
still catching on Yuki�s hair (even worse now, he could see it, it was worse
now), turning gray to white, dark to light.
There was an analogy in there Kyo was sure, but he was no good at
metaphors or poetry or living outside in a world where the rat was caged for
mistakes another rat had made in a story where all the main players had already
died long ago-

And he had to go, now.
No choice. He had to.

If he didn�t,
he was afraid he might cry. In front of
rat-boy. And that was unforgivable.

�I gotta go,�
he muttered. Yuki shifted almost
imperceptibly (if Kyo had not been Kyo,
and thus trained in martial arts for much of his life, he probably would not
have even noticed it), but said nothing.
And for a moment, Kyo wanted to reach through the bars with his fingers
and just touch that silky hair, maybe say thank
you and I�m sorry in a way that
would actually matter, actually make some small difference...

He turned away
instead.

He was about
to walk away when he heard Yuki�s voice; slightly muffled now, but strong,
stronger than the voice of someone so trapped
had any right to be.

�They need to
move on. They can�t do that if they stay
here.�

He turned back
to the window, but Yuki had already gone.

And it wasn�t
until Kyo had slipped back into the house and climbed once more into his bed
(that felt too cold, and yet conversely, much warmer than it had any right to
be � I should be freezing) that he
realized two (very important) things.

The first, was
that Yuki still had not forbidden him
to come.

And the second
was that, for the first time ever,
Yuki had called him by name.

To his
face. With no obvious animosity ringing
in the word. No dubious intent.

Kyo couldn�t
quite figure out what that meant. And
why it didn�t bother him nearly as
much as it probably should.

***End
Part Two***
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