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A Fine Line	By : Kureno Category: Fruits Basket > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-ichi
- 2-ni
- 3-san
- 4-shi
- 5-go
- 6-roku
- 1
- 2
It was recommended that I post here... so here I am. I�m just gonna post exactly what�s at the other fanfic sites, complete with notes and everything. ^_^ Sorry if the formatting is a little weird. ^_^;;

WARNING! This story is rated NC-17! It contains a yaoi lemon! If you are under 17 and/or do not know what yaoi is, or what a lemon is, don't read it! You have been warned, please do not come crying to me or go leaving bad reviews because you read it anyway and are shocked or corrupted. Thank you. ^_^

Disclaimer: Fruits Basket belongs to Natsuki Takaya. I wonder if she knows that obsessed fans do weird things to her characters.... The lyrics are from Israel's Son and belong to Silverchair.

Note: This was written as a one-shot, but I have promised a dear friend that if I get enough positive reviews (especially ones asking for more) I will continue the story. This story is also dedicated to aforementioned friend because she inspired and brought out this side of me. (We'll have to wait and see if that's good or bad.) ^_~

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Hate is what I feel for you
And I want you to know that I want you dead
You're late for the execution
If you're nore sre soon I'll kill your friend instead
*

Where was he? Kuso nezumi, I bet he's doing this just to piss me off. As if I'm not already pissed off enough for three people! He wants to play, does he? Fine, we'll play. I smiled evilly to myself as I paced the room for the hundredth time, plotting new uses for voodoo dolls. Maybe I could make a mini guillotine? Oh, yeah, that would be good. It would make a perfect scene for the pincushion-prince that sat on my dresser back at Shigure's. I calmed just thinking of letting the blade go and watching as it sliced straight through Yuki's neck with a thud.

THUD!

I jumped as the sound of the door being flung open was in precise union with the rat's imagined decapitation. I spun around to see Kakeru Manabe standing in the doorway, breath heaving as if he'd been running.

"Yun Yun's not here?" Manabe asked.

"Does it look like he's here?" I answered. What an idiot.

"Hey, it's your entire fault that my Yun Yun's in this predicament in the first place!"

How dare this fucker stand here and try to blame it all on me!? Did the little wimp really want to incur my wrath? If he did, beating the shit out of him would probably have some sort of cathartic benefit. Hmm, that would be worth investigating and the look on the damn rat's face at seeing his little boyfriend all black, blue, and red would be oh so precious. I glared at Manabe and, as expected, he backed away and left.

*
All the pain I feel
Couldn't start to heal
Although I would like it to
*

Pacing was getting old. I sighed and sat on the floor in the middle of the empty room. I should have just ditched and let him do the whole thing. How had I let her talk me into this? I stared out the window at the slowly lightening sky. She could talk me into anything just by asking. I smiled ironically. It was the same with him.

Him. Why was it always like this? Why did I want to pound him into the ground every time I looked at that smug face of his? Thinks he's so much better, but he's the same as me. He just hides it. Liar.

Why couldn't I just ignore him? Why did he always have to get to me like that? I put my head in my hands. Why couldn't I just let it go? What was so great about the Sohmas anyway that I should go through all this to try and be one of them? It was my right, damn it, that's what! I was cheated! It wasn't fair!

"It wasn't you, Kyo, it was the cat", her soft words came back to me. Why couldn't she understand that I am the cat, the cat is me? 'Kyo Sohma' is just... a shell, a persona, a fake. I was no more 'Kyo Sohma' than I was King of Egypt. Or was I?

Did it really matter? Either way, could I really choose to just... let it go?

*
I hate you and your apathy
You can leave, you can leave, I don't want you here
I'm playing this pantomime
But I don't see you showing any signs of fear
*

"You haven't done anything yet?" The kuso nezumi's cold voice startled me out of my thoughts.

"Baka! The punishment was to work TOGETHER!" I yelled as I leapt to my feet.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we have to be joined at the hip all day."

"Ha!" I smirked at him, "I'm sure you wouldn't mind if we were, ya fruitcake! Had to enlist your boyfriend to help, did you? Couldn't be away from him for eight hours?"

A hard kick to the jaw sent me flying across the room. I sat up and shook my head as Yuki said in a deadly tone, "For the last time, Manabe is not by boyfriend!" Then softer, "And I am not gay."

"Sure, tell that to the woody you get every time you look at him." I said under my breath but loud enough to be sure he heard me.

Yuki surprised me then when instead of denying it he said "That's not from him", as if imparting a great secret, one that I should have already known.

"Remind me to install a lock on Tohru's door," I muttered and he looked at me so coldly that I could swear the temperature in the room had dropped ten degrees.

"Baka neko, are you really that stupid?"

"Shut up," I said, my only defense when I had no idea what he was talking about. "You piss me off, just leave. I'll clean the damn school myself."

"Everything pisses you off," he said.

"Not as much as you do."

"Why do you suppose that is?" He asked.

I just stared at him for a moment. What was he trying to pull? He didn't actually care. Was he playing dumb? It was because I'm the cat and he's the rat, everyone knew that. "Just go before you piss me off even more and I have to be at the shit out of you," I said, although, for once, I didn't feel like fighting him.

He ignored my threat, picked up a broom, and began to swee
*
All the pain I feel
Couldn't start to heal
Although I would like it to
This time I'm for real
My pain cannotl
Yl
You will be dead when I'm through
*

Four hours later I headed to the roof to eat the bento Tohru had prepared for me. At least it was a nice day. Spending all day with that damn rat was bad enough, but it would have been impossible in the rain. When I got to the roof I watched as the principal's car turned out of the small parking lot. He had shown up over an hour after Yuki and I began our work, checked on us a few times to make sure we were really cleaning, and then declared that he was going to trust that his Student Council President would finish the job. After all, it was Sunday, his day off, and he had promised to take the kids to a ball game.

How throwing us together, alone, all day, was going to stop us from arguing and fighting in school was beyond me. What, we were supposed to get used to each other? Didn't the principal realize that I lived with the damn rat? Wasn't that enough torture?

I shook my head as I finished my lunch. Well, at least we'd gotten through half the day with very little fighting or arguing. We were done with the 2nd floor, so if we could just keep it up until the first floor was done we could go home and get away from each other. I longed for my roof, for Tohru's calming presence as she would sit there with me, watching the sky.

"Kyo?" Yuki's voice came from behind me. How did he always manage to sneak up on me?

"What?" I grunted, not bothering to turn around.

"Up here brooding again?"

"What do you care?" I asked him.

"Why don't you just stop?"

"I can't."

"Why?" He asked.

"You're still breathing." I responded coldly as I turned to face him. Of all the things I had expected, most oem hem having to do with martial arts and me flying backwards to smack painfully against the roof, I never expected to see pain in his eyes. And then it was gone. Had I imagined it? "What's with all your questions, anyway?"

"Miss Honda said I should try to understand you."

"Oh," I said. Tohru thought Yuki should try to understand me? I bit my lip and looked at him curiously. "What the hell for?"

"So we can stop fighting."

"You want to stop fighting?" I asked, surprise evident in my voice.

"Yes," he admitted, refusing to look at me.

"I thought you enjoyed beating me up."

"Not anymore."

I looked at him as if he'd sprouted horns. "Oh, I get it. Your boyfriend doesn't like you fighting." It was true, Manabe often told Yuki and I not to fight. I saw the flare in Yuki's eyes and knew what he was going to say. "Deny it all you want, I saw the two of you kissing."

"HE kissed ME, I did NOT kiss him!" The rat yelling? This was new.

"Sthinthing! You could have pushed him away."

"You wanna bet?" He said and something in his voice had me wanting to get out of there, but it was too late. Before I knew what was happening, he had closed the distance between us and his lips were on mine.

My eyes widened in shock as one of his hands went behind my head and the other to the small ofbackback, locking me in place and pulling me flush up against him. I tried to pull my head away, back or to the side, but his hand was locked in my hair and I wasn't going anywhere without extreme pain in my scalp.

Finally I went limp, giving up and admitting defeat. He would realize he'd proved his point and let me go... he would let o...o... but he didn't. Instead he began to move his lips against mine. I pushed on his shoulder but he only held my waist tighter.

When I felt his tongue against my lips I decided to shock him into letting me go. I opened my lips and sucked his tongue into my mouth, expecting him to jump back in shock. But I was the one shocked when he moaned and began exploring my mouth. I was even more shocked by how good it felt and the sudden realization that something hard was pressing into my hip.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow I was lying on the roof of the school, my tongue rubbing frantically against his as we rid each other of our shirts, eager to feel skin against skin. When I felt his skin pressing against mine, I moaned and reached down, gripping him by the buttocks to pull him hard against my throbbing erection.

He ground his hips against mine and moaned into my mouth. The sensation was exquisite. Then his lips left mine and he trailed his tongue down my chest, stopping to swirl around each nipple before continuing downward, lower and lower. My breaths were ragged as I barely registered him unbuttoning my pants and freeing me from the confining cloth.

I gasped as his h clh closed over me. The warmth took me in all the way then backed off, sucking gently at first and then harder as he approached the tip. One hand went to my base, following his mouth on the retreat while the other cupped me, squeezing gently. It was like nothing I'd felt before. I could feel my orgasm approaching quickly, every muscle taught, every nerve ending focused on what he was doing with his mouth, his hands.

I knew I was about to lose it when his mouth increased its pace and suction. "Kuso nezumi!" I yelled as the tension finally broke, my orgasm flowing through me like a tidal wave. It was the best, and longest, orgasm of my life and I sighed as I felt him swallow wave after wave of cum, literally sucking me dry.

I watched as he crawled slowly back up my body to kiss me hard. "Tell anyone about this and I'll kill you," he whispered against my lips before starting to move away.

"For once, we're in agreement," I replied and pulled his head back down to mine.

*
Hate is what I feel for you
And I want you to know that I want you....
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