Shards of Life
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Fruits Basket › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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1
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1,909
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3
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Shards of Life
Shards of Life
By: Hichuu Zutto AKA: Claude
Disclaimer: What famous manga author do you know that writes fanfics for their own book?
Warnings: KyoxYuki, angst, maybe OOC-ness
***
Lifting the blade, Kyo pressed it to his left forearm.
‘Every single day, I wake up and think about you.’
With every few words, Kyo slashed deeper and deeper in new slits along his arm.
‘Then you wake up and see her. Everyday you fall deeper in love, and I just can’t control myself anymore.’
Keeping his ever quickening pace, Kyo studied the yellowish white layer between the spit flesh before the pin-points of blood grew to fill the space.
‘So, sweet Yuki, I do it for you, I’ll keep doing it for you until the pain goes away. All this pain…’ a smile graced our kitty’s lips. Kyo didn’t really know why he did this. Somehow, the endorphin rush seemed to smother any feeling and left him in a high like state. But he wasn’t there yet, so the attack on his arm continued down to his left thigh. ‘It’s all so clear now. You never loved me and never will. I’m just so tired of being here without you.’
Kyo’s grip on the straight razor fell slack, and for the first time that night, a tear slid down his cheek. Slightly weary, he watched with great interest as the blood drizzled from each of the wounds. Suddenly, the neko began to laugh uncontrollably. Kyo couldn’t think straight as the chemicals clogged his head.
~
Walking on his haunches clumsily as if he had too much catnip, the red-head snuck into the bathroom to bathe off the evidence before the blood met his clothes
‘Blood is so beautiful. Like tiny drops of who we are, shards of our lives. I give you my life so freely every time.’ Kyo stripped in a bit of a rush. If he got blood on his clothes, Tohru would find out everything the next time she did laundry. Even if the neko tried to hide them, she always knew where to look.
Tohru was so much different. She loved him, and that was obvious. But it wasn’t the same thing. She and Yuki were in love. What was between Kyo and the girl was much more along the lines of a brother/sister relationship. It was true that the kitty loved her as well. Some people think that if you have a rival in love, you despise them, but Kyo was happy for them. As much as he could be. Neko-boy had it instilled in his head that he could never have Yuki, so the fact that another person made him happy was good. The rat deserved it.
Without a stitch of clothing on him, Kyo turned the water on as hot as it went and eased himself into the tub. Suddenly, the orange haired teen froze. No matter how many times he did this, the sting of water in new cuts always came as a shock, even when he knew it would happen. Snapping out of his slight shock, Kyo writhed in pain; shaking and shivering until he went numb.
The warmth of the water melted away stress and finally made the teen feel the hours he’d spent awake. Kyo’s body melted into the heat and his eyes fluttered closed a few times. When the neko was satisfied that all remnants of blood had spiraled down the drain, he rapped a fluffy pink towel around his waist and left the room.
~
Yuki had been up all night. Being the night-person he was, the rat vaguely realized the time. Intent on finding a midnight snack, the grey haired youth slipped down the hall without making a sound.
‘There’s a lamp on in Kyo’s room… he must still be up’ Yuki thought, ‘he’s really been worrying me lately. With this odd sleep schedule… he wakes up so early and yet stays up all night. He can’t be getting enough sleep. And it seems like he hasn’t been eating right either… and training too hard… hmm, I wonder what’s wrong?’
At the end of his long trek down the hallway, violet eyes met foggy red. In the lack of light, the rat’s sight came upon some white bandages that Kyo was holding. “What are those for?” Yuki greeted in a voice that just screamed ‘I’m pretending not to care’.
The kitty didn’t answer, trying his best to walk past his cousin.
Gripping the other’s shoulders, Yuki stated (only slightly sounding concerned, mostly just pissed off) “Tell me.”
“Why do you care?” came a mumbled reply.
“Kyo…”He finally sounded worried.
“It’s none of your business. Why are you even still awake?”
“I could ask you the same. Stop trying to change the subject.”
“…”
Tired of playing games and apprehension running thick through his head, Yuki pulled Kyo into the cat’s bedroom and turned on the over head light with a switch by the door. Mousy took the orange haired boy’s arm and studied for all of two seconds. “Did you do this?”
The cat’s eyes grew larger than Yuki had ever seen them. Kyo couldn’t say anything. ‘He knows. What am I supposed to say? What can I do? He must hate me even more now… I’m so disgusting.’
“Stay here.” The grey haired teen said directing his feline counter part to his bed.
Yuki ran down the hall to get the first aid kit from the kitchen. He forgot all about the snack.
By the time the rat returned, Kyo was sulking on his bed in a little ball. ‘He knows, He knows, HE KNOWS! What am I gonna do now? How can I face him? He thought I was gross before… how will he see me now?’
Pulling some hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls and seri-strips out of the box, Yuki walked over to the bed.
“Let me see your arm.” The rat ordered with a slight tremble in his voice. Kyo complied, still high off endorphins, and sat up to give Yuki more access. With half lidded eyes, the kitty stared at his lap. “Why?” the grey haired teen asked, his voice slightly betraying him.
“…”
Excepting the fact that his cousin wouldn’t say much about the topic, the violet eyed bishy said with a sigh, “At least tell me if you cut anywhere else…please.”
“M-my left thigh,” Kyo then pulled the towel off one side to expose several more wounds.
Yuki poured some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball. “This will hurt.” With that, the rat grabbed the cat’s right hand with his left and pressed the cotton ball in his right hand into the mouth of one of the gashes. Kyo bite his lower lip to keep from screaming and squeezed Yuki’s hand as hard as it hurt.
The grey haired youth continued to cleanse each laceration with care, ignoring the pressure his hand was currently receiving. When he was done, he opened the box of seri-strips and pulled a few out. “Kyo, I won’t ell anyone about this as long as you promise never to do this again. Deal?”
“Ok…”
“And I get to check when ever I want to make sure, ok?”
“Alright, but why do you care if I mutilate myself?”
“…You’re more important to this “family” than you think.” Yuki said with a slight blush.
Kyo’s eyes winced. “How can that be true, when I always seem so angry to everyone? You can’t say that you don’t think about how much I don’t belong here. And I’m sure that everyone else thinks it too. Even Tohru… she deals with it, but we both know she was happier when it was only Shigure, you and her here.”
“Why would I even bother doing this if I ever thought that? Anytime when you aren’t there, all she talks about is you! And if you weren’t important to me, than I wouldn’t go through the trouble of dressing your wounds. Do you have any idea how annoying these things are?” The rat pointed to the box before continuing to bind the separated flesh.
The neko smiled slightly, “Yuki, thank you.”
“For what?”
“For helping with this.”
“You’re my cousin. Are you saying that if it was me, you’d just let me keep doing it?”
“It’s not that. I just didn’t think you’d help me…”
“If I tell you something, will you promise not to make fun of me, or tell anyone, or act any different around me?”
“…Of course.”
With that, Yuki dropped the temporary stitches, stood up, and, caressing Kyo’s jawbone, kissed him. It was only a light peck, but it was filled with as much passion the rat had could possibly pour into it. The cat-boy was shocked as hell but quickly responded with equal fervor.
Pulling away slightly, the kit could hold it in no longer, “A-ai shitiru. I love you Yuki!”
“Kyo! I love you so much!”
The cat reached out and pulled the nezumi to him (and into his lap), locking him in a passionate embrace.
Yuki’s eyes sprang open as wide as they went. ‘Tohru-chan… Sh-she loves him. I can’t hurt her again…’ With that thought, the rat shot out of the hug and bolted for the door.
“Yuki!!!” the cat shouted in shock.
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So, how was that? This is my first fruits basket fic and it might be my first not one-shot, but don’t go easy on the reviews because of that. Should I continue with this…?
*for any that really care: I’m not a cutter, though I used to be. I am totally and completely emotionally stable… I just felt like writing this so… um yea
By: Hichuu Zutto AKA: Claude
Disclaimer: What famous manga author do you know that writes fanfics for their own book?
Warnings: KyoxYuki, angst, maybe OOC-ness
***
Lifting the blade, Kyo pressed it to his left forearm.
‘Every single day, I wake up and think about you.’
With every few words, Kyo slashed deeper and deeper in new slits along his arm.
‘Then you wake up and see her. Everyday you fall deeper in love, and I just can’t control myself anymore.’
Keeping his ever quickening pace, Kyo studied the yellowish white layer between the spit flesh before the pin-points of blood grew to fill the space.
‘So, sweet Yuki, I do it for you, I’ll keep doing it for you until the pain goes away. All this pain…’ a smile graced our kitty’s lips. Kyo didn’t really know why he did this. Somehow, the endorphin rush seemed to smother any feeling and left him in a high like state. But he wasn’t there yet, so the attack on his arm continued down to his left thigh. ‘It’s all so clear now. You never loved me and never will. I’m just so tired of being here without you.’
Kyo’s grip on the straight razor fell slack, and for the first time that night, a tear slid down his cheek. Slightly weary, he watched with great interest as the blood drizzled from each of the wounds. Suddenly, the neko began to laugh uncontrollably. Kyo couldn’t think straight as the chemicals clogged his head.
~
Walking on his haunches clumsily as if he had too much catnip, the red-head snuck into the bathroom to bathe off the evidence before the blood met his clothes
‘Blood is so beautiful. Like tiny drops of who we are, shards of our lives. I give you my life so freely every time.’ Kyo stripped in a bit of a rush. If he got blood on his clothes, Tohru would find out everything the next time she did laundry. Even if the neko tried to hide them, she always knew where to look.
Tohru was so much different. She loved him, and that was obvious. But it wasn’t the same thing. She and Yuki were in love. What was between Kyo and the girl was much more along the lines of a brother/sister relationship. It was true that the kitty loved her as well. Some people think that if you have a rival in love, you despise them, but Kyo was happy for them. As much as he could be. Neko-boy had it instilled in his head that he could never have Yuki, so the fact that another person made him happy was good. The rat deserved it.
Without a stitch of clothing on him, Kyo turned the water on as hot as it went and eased himself into the tub. Suddenly, the orange haired teen froze. No matter how many times he did this, the sting of water in new cuts always came as a shock, even when he knew it would happen. Snapping out of his slight shock, Kyo writhed in pain; shaking and shivering until he went numb.
The warmth of the water melted away stress and finally made the teen feel the hours he’d spent awake. Kyo’s body melted into the heat and his eyes fluttered closed a few times. When the neko was satisfied that all remnants of blood had spiraled down the drain, he rapped a fluffy pink towel around his waist and left the room.
~
Yuki had been up all night. Being the night-person he was, the rat vaguely realized the time. Intent on finding a midnight snack, the grey haired youth slipped down the hall without making a sound.
‘There’s a lamp on in Kyo’s room… he must still be up’ Yuki thought, ‘he’s really been worrying me lately. With this odd sleep schedule… he wakes up so early and yet stays up all night. He can’t be getting enough sleep. And it seems like he hasn’t been eating right either… and training too hard… hmm, I wonder what’s wrong?’
At the end of his long trek down the hallway, violet eyes met foggy red. In the lack of light, the rat’s sight came upon some white bandages that Kyo was holding. “What are those for?” Yuki greeted in a voice that just screamed ‘I’m pretending not to care’.
The kitty didn’t answer, trying his best to walk past his cousin.
Gripping the other’s shoulders, Yuki stated (only slightly sounding concerned, mostly just pissed off) “Tell me.”
“Why do you care?” came a mumbled reply.
“Kyo…”He finally sounded worried.
“It’s none of your business. Why are you even still awake?”
“I could ask you the same. Stop trying to change the subject.”
“…”
Tired of playing games and apprehension running thick through his head, Yuki pulled Kyo into the cat’s bedroom and turned on the over head light with a switch by the door. Mousy took the orange haired boy’s arm and studied for all of two seconds. “Did you do this?”
The cat’s eyes grew larger than Yuki had ever seen them. Kyo couldn’t say anything. ‘He knows. What am I supposed to say? What can I do? He must hate me even more now… I’m so disgusting.’
“Stay here.” The grey haired teen said directing his feline counter part to his bed.
Yuki ran down the hall to get the first aid kit from the kitchen. He forgot all about the snack.
By the time the rat returned, Kyo was sulking on his bed in a little ball. ‘He knows, He knows, HE KNOWS! What am I gonna do now? How can I face him? He thought I was gross before… how will he see me now?’
Pulling some hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls and seri-strips out of the box, Yuki walked over to the bed.
“Let me see your arm.” The rat ordered with a slight tremble in his voice. Kyo complied, still high off endorphins, and sat up to give Yuki more access. With half lidded eyes, the kitty stared at his lap. “Why?” the grey haired teen asked, his voice slightly betraying him.
“…”
Excepting the fact that his cousin wouldn’t say much about the topic, the violet eyed bishy said with a sigh, “At least tell me if you cut anywhere else…please.”
“M-my left thigh,” Kyo then pulled the towel off one side to expose several more wounds.
Yuki poured some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball. “This will hurt.” With that, the rat grabbed the cat’s right hand with his left and pressed the cotton ball in his right hand into the mouth of one of the gashes. Kyo bite his lower lip to keep from screaming and squeezed Yuki’s hand as hard as it hurt.
The grey haired youth continued to cleanse each laceration with care, ignoring the pressure his hand was currently receiving. When he was done, he opened the box of seri-strips and pulled a few out. “Kyo, I won’t ell anyone about this as long as you promise never to do this again. Deal?”
“Ok…”
“And I get to check when ever I want to make sure, ok?”
“Alright, but why do you care if I mutilate myself?”
“…You’re more important to this “family” than you think.” Yuki said with a slight blush.
Kyo’s eyes winced. “How can that be true, when I always seem so angry to everyone? You can’t say that you don’t think about how much I don’t belong here. And I’m sure that everyone else thinks it too. Even Tohru… she deals with it, but we both know she was happier when it was only Shigure, you and her here.”
“Why would I even bother doing this if I ever thought that? Anytime when you aren’t there, all she talks about is you! And if you weren’t important to me, than I wouldn’t go through the trouble of dressing your wounds. Do you have any idea how annoying these things are?” The rat pointed to the box before continuing to bind the separated flesh.
The neko smiled slightly, “Yuki, thank you.”
“For what?”
“For helping with this.”
“You’re my cousin. Are you saying that if it was me, you’d just let me keep doing it?”
“It’s not that. I just didn’t think you’d help me…”
“If I tell you something, will you promise not to make fun of me, or tell anyone, or act any different around me?”
“…Of course.”
With that, Yuki dropped the temporary stitches, stood up, and, caressing Kyo’s jawbone, kissed him. It was only a light peck, but it was filled with as much passion the rat had could possibly pour into it. The cat-boy was shocked as hell but quickly responded with equal fervor.
Pulling away slightly, the kit could hold it in no longer, “A-ai shitiru. I love you Yuki!”
“Kyo! I love you so much!”
The cat reached out and pulled the nezumi to him (and into his lap), locking him in a passionate embrace.
Yuki’s eyes sprang open as wide as they went. ‘Tohru-chan… Sh-she loves him. I can’t hurt her again…’ With that thought, the rat shot out of the hug and bolted for the door.
“Yuki!!!” the cat shouted in shock.
---
So, how was that? This is my first fruits basket fic and it might be my first not one-shot, but don’t go easy on the reviews because of that. Should I continue with this…?
*for any that really care: I’m not a cutter, though I used to be. I am totally and completely emotionally stable… I just felt like writing this so… um yea